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❝No matter how many times I’m reborn, I’m always going to be your little sister! No matter what! (…) I’ll never forgive you if you leave me behind! Because we’re always going to be together! How could you? Don’t you remember that promise we made?❞

Friendly reminder: Killing Stalking is not meant to be romanticised but seen as psychological horror.

it's the stalker.

he was entranced.

by you.

the way your breasts moved freely under your shirt as you fumbled with your curtains after experiencing a brief moment of eye contact. It was heaven. he felt like he died ascended and descended all in a matter of seconds. he couldn't ask for more in the moment. seeing your irises widen then focus on his distant figure, in a split of fear.

but you.

you were alarmed. alarmed by the staring of a random man. you hastily undid your curtains and shut them as fast as you could. quickly your body took you to your door and make sure you locked it. you took a much needed breath but that didn't stop your chest from violently moving up and down. your heart pounding in your ears as you leaned against the door briefly before leaving to go back to what you were previously doing.

you thought that eye contact was bad. but it got worse. you didn't think when bags and bags of things kept showing up to your door. at first small packages that you mindlessly brought inside your home, then, undisguised bags of luxury items and items you wanted but wouldn't buy just as yet. you were warned not to open them but you couldn't help but peek.

and they were real. actual items in the bags and you had to check. something in you told you that this couldn't be real. but it surely was.

you still didn't open or wear a thing. it infuriated him. he didn't buy you these things for them to collect dust. but, besides this, he needs to see you. he's aching for you. so he does.

there you were obliviously window shopping because he knows you're too goddamn responsible to buy the things you want. he watched as you paced up and down the isle. analyzing the clothing and silently cursing to yourself when you check the tag. it made his chest rumble from a quiet chuckle. those leggings you wore hugged your body and infatuated your hips to give you a delicious figure.

oh

you bent over to pick up a shirt you knocked it off the hanger and he got the perfect view of your ass. the movement itself was quick and ridded with embarrassment from making something fall. but it still made his trousers annoyingly tight as he gazed at you.

he couldn't hold himself back anymore. he walked into the store. knowing exactly where you were as he walked in nonchalantly. he seemed confident to anyone around, but inside, he was just trembling. he was turning into where you clearly were but you were leaving at the same time, your shoulder nearly brushed against his as you pasted each other. he could feel the heat of your body past him and he could smell the sweet scent of vanilla coming off your person and he nearly rolled his eyes back.

you were too much for his own good.

and just like that you walked out the door like he was nobody. but he knew you felt it, felt that spark when you glided by one another. it was an electric surge and he couldn't rid it from his body. this lead him to pick up everything that caught your eye in the store and buy it.

he was an irresponsible child when it came to you and materialistic things, but he could care less. money comes and goes, he thought. and you are one in a lifetime for him.

he was nervous around you, popping up at places you least expected it and getting ignored by you only fueled his efforts. and he benefited from it. he talked to you.

he talked to you.

it was brief, like every other interaction you had, but it was an everlasting moment in his mind. you bumped into him this time. oh, how much joy he felt when your warm body clashed with his. it even took you a second longer to detach from him than it would a normal person. you were all over him and he knew it.

you politely said excuse me and stared into his eyes. he couldn't even blink, afraid he would miss a single moment in your presence. he imagined you looking back at him when you walked away and even fantasized that there was a smile on your face but who could even be so sure?

him?

not when he was laying down and imagining you were watching him, just as he was stalking watching you. one hand slithering under his boxers to palm himself while the other held his chest. right where you bumped into him. he contemplated never taking off the sweater, let alone washing it. but that had no space in his mind now. it was too busy thinking of you and your alluring scent.

stroking himself to you alone, he could imagine your warmth against him. your mouth, your tits and of course that hole. any one he wanted. because he knew what he meant to you. he was your prize, just as you were his. he had to work for you and you had to work for him. if that means he has to spend nights just aching and pleading for you, then so be it. he needs you. he needs you so bad it can kill him.

and when the time is right, he will come and see you.

he will break those pathetic petty locks of yours and enter your room. he will peel back those layers of sheets you use to cover that lovely body, and his fingers will run down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. he will hook his fingers on your skimpy underwear and pull them down to your ankles.

and he will fuck you.

some more stories

a/n: inspired by a dream and no. I cannot elaborate.

miscellaneous content masterlist.

enola holmes.

⁂ DANCE IN THE WINTER.

though he tried to restrain himself, it was useless – when he avoided you, circumstance always brought you crashing back into him. as he climbed the stairs to 221B Baker Street, he supposed this was one of those times as well.

glass onion: a knives out mystery.

⁂ OPEN.

his favorite thing about you is your willingness to follow instructions.

house of the dragon.

⁂ PRŪMIA HEN ZALDRĪZES.

when he is forced to watch his twin flame marry his brother, Aemond finds a solution for coping other than burning it all to the ground.

⁂ SHINING ARMOR.

Ser Criston Cole is faced with the reality of a life falling for a lone wolf.

sucker punch.

⁂ STAY STILL.

Blue Jones needs help with his makeup, and a lesson in patience.

sons of anarchy.

⁂ GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT.

your parents are supposed to be meeting Jax for the first time today, but he has other ideas.

the batman.

⁂ SERENITY.

Bruce concedes to a morning well spent with you at his side.

the boys.

⁂ NO PLACE LIKE HOME.

Homelander doesn't just want to be loved by everyone, he needs to be loved by everyone...but most of all, he needs to be loved by you.

the sandman.

⁂ REVERIE.

what you'd intended to be a lesson taught to him Dream of the Endless turns to a lesson for you.

the walking dead.

⁂ BATTER UP.

you should have known batting lessons with Negan would go like this.

top gun: maverick.

⁂ BAD HABITS.

despite a new boyfriend, seeing your ex-boyfriend Jake Seresin again was like falling into an old habit.

⁂ RING MY BELL.

you discover your new favorite part of Jake Seresin's oral fixation.

triple frontier.

⁂ KEEPING COUNT.

your boyfriend Will returns from a trip you'd begun to worry he wouldn't.

⁂ BENDING TO THE HONEYSUCKLES.

while you insist you don't want a relationship, Will Miller falls for you like it's his destiny to do so. he's willing to meet you where you are while he waits for you to let him love you.

“Nice rod you got there.”

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Hear You, Seek You Chapter 2 (Billy’s POV) blurb

Summary: Billy’s POV when visiting Scarlett in her bedroom. 

Warnings: Death (Casey Becker’s and Steve Orth’s murders mentioned), Billy being a creep, his obsessed thoughts over Scarlett, and voyeurism at the end. 

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[ 18+ ] is this what love supposed to be?

anastasia steele x christian grey

(divorce au)

if this is us, what then?

we're good, we're okay. it's okay at first, we're happy, we get along, we drown on what we want, what we desire. but as time goes on in this.. whatever you call this, whatever this is, i don't even know anymore. is this marriage? is this what marriage supposed to be? is this just it? high and low, sleeping and getting up, submission and domination? i don't even like you anymore. i don't even know you anymore. why are we even still together?

"consequences, christian!" anastasia shouted, her voice is sharp, slicing through the silence of their cold home. but there was something else underneath. something raw, something cracking in the inside that made her face scrunch a little and made her hold back, as if that could even stop the sob that spilled out along her words.

"that is what this is."

song: do i wanna know by hozier

movie/show: a lot

∣ Favorite Anime Protagonists ∣

Kaneki Ken » Tokyo Ghoul

Eren Jaeger » Shingeki no Kyojin

Clare » Claymore

Guts » Berserk

Light Yagami » Death Note

Kenzo Tenma » Monster

Nana Osaki » Nana

Yato » Noragami

Lelouch Lamperouge » Code Geass

Kurono Kei » Gantz