#stalker vibes

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 9

Obsession - Broken Window - Bruises - "Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble" (Fall Out Boy, Irresistible.)

Whumpee slightly opened their bedroom door and listened for any movements.

"I don't hear anything", Whumpee whispered to themself before opening the door farther and quietly stepping out into the hall.

They inched ever so cautiously down the hall until they stood in front of the door. The door that led to their freedom. Their exit from this maniac.

They took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob.

They screamed as an electric current coursed through their body.

Their stiffened body fell to the floor once the current was turned off.

"Yhmm, hmm, hm", Whumpee heard the deranged maniac hum.

They peeped an eye up. Their body shaking from the after shocks.

"Tsk, tsk", the person knelt down beside Whumpee, "whatever should I do with you. You're supposed to be asleep."

"You.... you... elec... electrified... th.. the... hmm", Whumpee fought for every breath.

"Of course I did", they reached down and pet Whumpee's head, "I allowed you a bit of freedom, but I didn't fully trust you. I guess my hunch was right when I decided to do this", they pulled Whumpee's head up to look at their face, "I suppose you ruined my trust. We have to go back to the shackles."

"Whumper please..."

"What did you call me?", Whumper threatened to slap Whumpee across the cheek.

"Ma-Master", Whumpee looked down, "I-I'm sorry, I was just wanting to smell the flowers outside. I didn't want to bother you for such a measly request."

"Right. So what is rule number five? I don't believe you, but what rule would have broken had you truly been going outside?", Whumper rubbed circles along Whumpee's cheek, "hmm."

"I'm not to go outside", Whumpee whispered, "without you."

"Yes. Plus we just picked flowers. They're in the vase on the table. I would have been very happy to catch you smelling the flowers. Though you should be asleep", Whumper scolded lightly, "shall we go smell them."

Whumpee weakly nodded, they hated the flowers. The only time they were allowed outside was when Whumper wanted to look over the garden or work in the garden. Whumpee had to be attached to a chain connected to the house when they were out like that.

Whumpee followed Whumper's lead and leaned into the flowers on the table.

They did smell good, Whumpee did have to admit, but not as good as freedom would smell.

"Let's get you back to bed" Whumper looked up at them after a few minutes.

"I'm not really tired", Whumpee looked down at the floor.

"Well, unfortunately, you have a bedtime that can not be ignored. You get cranky when you don't get enough sleep", Whumper sighed, "I'm not dealing with a cranky Whumpee."

"Master, you just sent an electrical current through my body, and you want me to sleep after that? My body is still shaking from that charge", Whumpee hissed.

"Watch your attitude, and I didn't send anything through your body. That wouldn't have happened had you been asleep like you were supposed to be. Or at least not trying to leave", Whumper sighed, "I suppose you won't fall asleep now. At least not without a little help."

Whumpee turned and tried to run, but Whumper already had a death grip on their wrist and was pulling them in for a hug.

"Stop fighting me", Whumper warned, "just give in. It's a lot less painful for you."

"Please. I was out for three days from the last time you drugged me", Whumpee pleaded, "I don't want to be unconscious around you for that long."

"I will take care of you, don't worry about that", Whumper spoke in a creepy voice, "you're my sweet toy."

"Let me go, you creep", Whumpee yelled as they fought.

"Oh stop it.... STOP IT", Whumper let go and let Whumpee fall to the floor.

Whumpee gasped for the air that was knocked out of them.

"You know better than to fight me", Whumper reached down and grabbed Whumpee's ankles and started to drag them toward their bedroom.

"No", Whumpee huffed, "please."

"You know I love you, and I know what's best for you", Whumper grunted.

"No you don't", Whumpee cried out, "you kidnapped me. You are holding me captive."

Whumper continued to drag Whumpee, "you'll spend the night shackled to the wall. Just to keep you out of trouble."

Whumpee was restrained in a set of shackles that Whumper had welded into the brick wall of their bedroom.

Whumper came in carrying a cup, "here, drink this."

"I don't want to. Please let me have some sort of dignity", Whumpee looked at the cup.

"It's not laced. I know you get thirsty when you're upset", Whumper held the cup closer, "I'll give you the sleep medicine in a few minutes to help you relax. I didn't mean to make you so upset."

Whumpee nodded before leaning forward to the cup.

Whumper held a napkin under Whumpee's chin to catch any stray water.

"I do love you", Whumper repeated as they stood, "I know you don't like that fact, but you are mine. You can hate me all you want, that's fine, but I'm obsessed with you. That will never change."

"I just... I just wish you would give me a little bit more freedom. I know I messed up tonight, but I just don't want to be inside all of the time", Whumpee sighed.

"You go outside with me all of the time", Whumper frowned.

"Only to the limit of my chain. I want to go out out. Like shopping or just for a drive", Whumpee looked down at the floor.

"You'll draw attention to us. I don't trust you like that. Not yet, at least", Whumper sighed.

Whumper came back with the medicine.

"I don't want that. Please. I'll try hard to go to sleep", Whumpee looked up at Whumper with soulful eyes.

Whumper made a judgemental glare, "and you're expecting me to trust you."

"Please.. I-I don't won't the medicine", Whumpee whispered.

"To bad, I don't want you to be awake anymore", Whumper knelt down, "you can take the medicine nicely, or I'll pry your mouth open."

Whumpee set their lips tightly and looked up at Whumper defiantly.

"You're a real piece of work tonight", Whumper got up and left the room.

Whumpee already knew they wouldn't win. Whumper would get the medicine in them one way or another. They were not about to make Whumper's life any easier though.

Whumper came in carrying an o-ring gag.

Whumpee lowered their head, and became as rigid as they could.

"You're being ridiculous", Whumper knelt down and again. The gag in one hand. The other hand now empty, "I'm giving you a stronger dose because of your behavior. You could have just had a benadryl, but no."

Whumpee still kept themself as tight as possible.

Whumper reached up and pinched Whumpee's nose closed. Their fingers squeezed tightly to close the nostrils.

After a few moments, Whumpee began to shake their head and body to get Whumper to let go of them. They kicked and struggled against Whumper.

Whumper only watched. A bored expression lined their face.

"All of this because you couldn't stay in bed. You literally could be in your warm bed right now", Whumper pointed out.

Whumpee gasped loudly.

Whumper quickly held Whumpee's mouth open and forced the ring in between Whumpee's teeth. Whumpee was then forcibly pulled down, so Whumper could buckle it.

"Ow", Whumpee complained.

"Could have been avoided had you behaved", Whumper sighed.

Whumper left again and this time came back with the medicine.

Whumpee continued to fight against the restraints.

"You're acting like a rabid animal", Whumper looked down at them with a sad expression, "let's have you settle down."

Whumpee's head was pulled back, and Whumpers dropped one pill into the back of Whumpee's throat, then a small bit of water.

Whumpee head was lowered slightly so they would swallow.

Whumpee struggled for a moment before the medicine went down.

They fought their head out of Whumper's hand and leaned forward to choke.

"You can take the second one like a normal person if you want. You know, since you were talking about dignity earlier", Whumper held up the pill.

Whumpee stared angrily up at Whumper. A stream of drool pooled down their opened mouth.

"Yuck", Whumper reached for a tissue and wiped Whumpee's face, "I suppose you're choosing the hard way."

Whumper sighed as they pulled Whumpee's head back, "always the difficult one", they followed the same method: pill, water.

Whumpee leaned up and choked again.

"Annoying", Whumper unbuckled the gag and started to remove the it,"always have to choose the difficult way."

"I hate you.... I HATE YOU", Whumpee yelled.

"That's fine, but I will always love you", Whumper chuckled.

Whumper came in and checked on Whumpee.

Whumpee was still somewhat awake, but their eyes were glossed over. Drool dripped from their lips. Tears stained their cheeks.

Whumpee looked up when they saw Whumper come in front of them.

"Hu", Whumpee whined, "huuuu... gg... peas-hmmm?"

"Yes, you can have a hug", Whumper reached for the keys and unshackled Whumpee's arms.

They picked Whumpee up and carried them to bed.

Whumper held Whumpee close in a hug until their heavy eyed finally closed.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, maybe one day you will get use to this. Then I won't have to drug you", Whumper sighed as they brushed some hair out of Whumpee's face, "until then we will deal with your tantrums, and I will give you all of the hugs you want. That's my dream at least."

Whumper laid Whumpee in their bed and covered them up.

"You'll be unconscious for a few days again, so I'll have to remember keep a close eye on you to make sure you are okay", Whumper leaned in to move away some hair from Whumpee's face again, "you are my sweet Whumpee. You think I like hurting you?"

Whumper watched for a few more minutes before deciding to go to bed themself.

Nothing else to do since Whumpee was unconscious now. They were less fun to play with like this.

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[romantacysblog]

Joe Goldberg | Imagine

Imagine waking up in a dimly lit room, the faint smell of coffee filling the air. You try to move, but you’re not alone.

Joe is there, sitting at the edge of the bed, watching you. His eyes are soft but intense, as though he’s memorizing every detail of your face. He doesn’t speak at first—just watches you, like he’s waiting for something. A sign. A reaction.

You stir, blinking the sleep from your eyes, and his gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes.

“I knew you’d be perfect,” he murmurs, his voice low and hypnotic. “I just had to wait for you to see it too.”

He reaches out, his hand brushing the hair away from your face in a way that feels oddly tender, but you can sense the weight behind it. The control. The need.

“You belong here,” he says, the words heavy with possessiveness. “I knew it the moment I saw you. Everything I’ve done… it was all for this. For you.”

His thumb traces your jawline as he speaks, and you can feel the warmth of his touch seeping into your skin. It feels familiar, safe, but there’s a cold edge to it. Like you’re trapped in a story that’s been written for you long before you even knew you were a part of it.

“Do you feel it?” he asks, leaning closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “That connection. It’s not just in my head. We were meant to find each other.”

You want to pull away. To escape, to remind yourself that this isn’t normal, that he’s dangerous. But you can’t—his presence is suffocating in a way that feels almost… necessary. Like you need him to breathe.

“I won’t let you go,” he whispers, almost like a promise, as his lips brush against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “Not now. Not ever.”

Joe watches you closely, his gaze never wavering, and for a moment, the world feels like it’s shrinking to just the two of you. It’s not just the way his eyes trace the curves of your body, but the way he seems to take everything in — every subtle shift, every breath you inhale, every nervous flutter of your lashes.

He’s waiting for you to react. Waiting for that tiny crack in your armor, the moment when you let yourself acknowledge what you’ve been avoiding.

The air between you thickens, and you feel the tension—the pull—growing stronger, unbearable. It’s not the same feeling you’ve had with anyone else. It’s not desire. It’s something darker. Something that feels like need.

“Don’t act like you don’t feel it,” Joe says, his voice low, a quiet command that’s both a question and an accusation. “I know you do.”

You try to look away, but his eyes follow every movement, reading you like an open book. His hand moves to rest on your thigh, just a touch at first—light, barely there, but you can feel the weight of it, like it’s the start of something inevitable.

“Stop pretending you don’t want this,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. The way your body reacts when I’m close.”

He leans in, just enough so that his breath is warm against your ear, and it makes your pulse quicken, even though you know you shouldn’t want this. Not like this. Not with him.

“Why fight it?” he breathes. “I’m all you need. I’m the only one who truly sees you.”

His lips brush against the curve of your jaw, soft, tentative, but you can feel the heat rising in him. And even though everything inside you tells you to pull away, to run, you don’t.

His fingers move just slightly, a ghost of a touch that burns through the thin fabric of your clothes, grazing the skin of your thigh like he’s claiming it. And you know it’s not a question of if he’ll push further—it’s a matter of when. When he’ll cross that line, and you won’t be able to stop it. You won’t want to.

“Tell me you want this,” Joe says, his lips barely grazing the shell of your ear. “Tell me you want me the way I want you.”

The room feels suffocating, and yet, it’s all you’ve ever wanted in this twisted, suffocating way. He’s not the man you should crave, not the one you should let this close—but here you are, trembling under his gaze, drowning in the darkness of your desire.

And for a second, you wonder if you’re already lost.

[pythoness94]

Chat, am I paranoid or what?

because there is this person on ao3 called the_wrath right? And basically they've been commenting on all my works and shit, and that is so tight, right? I thought that shit was sweet and was straight vibing until today I decided to check their bookmarks and saw this.

(excuse the blurry image) at first I was like "oh cool, I'm their only bookmark." Than i paused, because I'm their only bookmark. You see, I write this story with another person @purple-racoon-80 . right? And this person, wrath, has commented on their fics too. So I was like "cool, we have a superfan, bit weird but whatever." until I slowly realized that I've never seen Wrath comment on another fic, never kudos another fic, I was so fucking confused. But I was like, oh its a new account, right?

FOUR MONTHS AFTER THE FIC WAS CREATED AND ONE WEEK AFTER I JOINED THE FIC TO WRITE WITH HAWKINS, WTF? Its not like, too weird but I still got a chill and a weird vibe. So am I crashing out reasonably or what? Let me know.

[yeetus-feetus]

Quick give me all the songs you know with stalker vibes! I'm making an unhinged TimBerKon playlist!

[savamava]

Creep | Sebastian SDV x OC

Sebastian is 100% a pervert stalker in this. I personally hate writing y/n so I made an OC. This is my first post on here so idrk what I'm doing. I'm probably gonna do a part 2 or make this into a little story. Idk we'll see.

Warnings: stalking, pervert behavior, masturbating, mentions of smoking, maybe that's it??

Word count: 1.5k

Sebastian is a creep. He understands that what he's doing is wrong, but he just can't help it. He can't help himself, especially when the new farmer is so young and pretty.

~•~•~•~•~

When Sebastian found out that a new farmer was moving to Stardew Valley, he wasn't expecting much. He thought it would be another old man. But when a pretty brunette walked up to introduce herself one Friday night at the saloon, he was taken aback. She was shorter than him by almost a foot, with freckles adorning her adorable face. She introduced herself as Bee. She was definitely not what he was expecting.

That wasn't a bad thing, though! But Sebastian knew he had to keep his distance. He knew that if he got close to the new farmer he'd want her, in more ways than one. So he ignored her.

This didn't go over well... Bee stopped him anytime she saw him. Every single time, he couldn't stop himself from raking his eyes over her body, taking in her curves and the soft details of her face. He wouldn't even listen to what she was saying half the time, he'd be too distracted by the way her lips moved when she spoke, the way she stepped closer to him when she became too enthusiastic about her new farm, how delicious she smelt when the wind wafted her scent towards him...

God, he needs to stop. Even thinking about her now, in the comfort of his room, has him reeling. He wants to see her, to talk to her. His programming can wait.

It's late, almost midnight according to the clock displayed at the bottom of his computer screen. Despite this, he gets up and throws on a hoodie. He tiptoes up the stairs, scared that his mom or Demetrius might catch him. Or even worse, Maru.

Perfect little Maru has become friends with her. Of course she has, she has to please everyone. Sebastian scoffs at the idea of them hanging out, jealousy fueling his urges to see Bee. He wants to be friends with her, he really does. He's just so scared that his creepy intentions will come to light and she'd be scared off. This thought obviously doesn't occur now, as he's walking through the mountain trail and down towards her house.

He takes in his surroundings, he hasn't been to this farm since she's moved in. There's a chicken coop and a silo at the far side of the farm, and a small area is sectioned off for her crops. He admires all the hard work that she's put into this farm. He remembers how overgrown it was before, thinking about the times that him, Abigail and Sam would roam the abandoned field and have smoke seshes in the empty house.

Sebastian can't believe he's doing this. Reality sets in and he quietly laughs at himself. He almost turns around to go home. Almost.

He quietly walked up the steps of the farm house, cringing at the creaks from the old floorboards. He almost went for the door, hand hovering above the doorknob, but he hesitated. She might wake up if he wriggles the knob. He pulls his hand back and steps towards her window. It was cracked open.

Sebastian smirked to himself, slightly pushing the window up. It surprisingly didn't make a noise, sliding up with ease. He glanced up through his eyelashes, pushing his hair out of his face. She's still asleep. He carefully climbed through the window, holding his breath as he kept his eyes on you. He was half expecting her to open her eyes, but she didn't.

He noticed an orange cat sleeping at the end of the bed and smiled, refraining himself from petting it. The cat was quickly forgotten when Bee made a noise, turning over and facing him. Her eyes didn't open, it seemed like she was still fast asleep.

Sebastian noticed the very, very thin slip dress she was wearing and sucked in a sharp breath. He eyed the way her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, noticing how her nipples were perked up from the slight chill in the spring air. He wanted so badly to reach out and touch her, to fondle her tits and pinch her nipples, to put them in his mouth and suck on them until she begged him to stop, to give her more.

Sebastian is a creep. He understands that what he's doing is wrong, but he just can't help it. He can't help himself, especially when the new farmer is so young and pretty.

Sebastian let out a quiet, barely audible moan. His eyes wandered lower, to her stomach, then down to her thighs. They looked so soft. He brought his hand down to his crotch and palmed his hardening cock over his jeans. His knees almost buckled at the sensation. He closed his eyes, imagining it was Bee that was touching his there. His breathing became shallow as he imagined what she tasted like. What her mouth tasted like, her skin, her sweet pussy.

He froze when she moved again, opening his eyes to see her turning around. Her back faced him now, the blanket that was covering her fell onto the ground. Sebastian eyed her ass, the slip rode up, showing her bare ass cheeks and pink lace panties. He almost came in his pants from the sight alone.

He knew he was being a pervert. He knew that he'd be too embarrassed to ever face Bee again. But he couldn't help himself in the moment.

Sebastian quietly unbutton and unzipped his jeans and pulled his aching cock out. He groaned as he began stroking it, keeping his eyes on Bee's ass and imagining what it would look like if he was fucking her from behind. God, he wished he was right now. Maybe if he actually talked to her then he could convince her to have sex with him.

He bucked his hips into his hand and brought his free hand up to brush his hair out of his face. He wished that she was facing him so he could get a good look at her tits. He wished that she didn't have anything clothes on at all. He wished that he could rip that little piece of clothing off her body so he could see every inch of her, every curve, every scar, every beauty mark.

He thought about her sucking him off. He thought about fucking her mouth as he fisted his cock, whimpering at the thought of her trying to take his entire length down her throat. he imagined her pretty face as tears ran down her cheeks as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. God, he would kill to have her pretty mouth on his dick.

Sebastian felt his stomach drop when she groaned. He shot his eyes open and stared at her, expecting to be caught. He waited for what felt like ages, but she didn't move or make any other sounds. He debated leaving, he didn't want to get caught being in her house. But he also didn't want to leave with blue balls.

He continued stroking his cock, hurrying up his pace to cum as quickly as possible and get out of there. Despite his anxieties, the idea of being caught by her turned him on even more. He imagined what she would do if she caught him. Would she be weirded out and yell at him, or does she have the same feelings that he has for her? Does she want him to fuck her as much as he wants to?

Sebastian imagined how you would look riding his dick. How your tits would bounce with every movement. The way your pretty face would look trying to adjust to his size. He felt himself getting closer to his release as he imagined how your pussy would feel squeezing his cock. He let out a low moan as he suddenly came in his hands, imagining it was Bee's pussy he was cumming in. He let out shuddering breaths as he continued stroking his cock, bringing himself down from his high.

When his euphoria finally wore off, Sebastian became embarrassed by his actions. He stared at his cum covered hands and sighed, putting his now soft cock back into his jeans and wiping his cum on them. He definitely won't be able to talk to Bee the next day, or maybe the rest of the week, and he's going to have a hard time when she tries to talk to him. He won't be able to think of anything but how perverted he is.

Sebastian made his way to her window, climbing back through it and shuffling away from the farm house. He wanted to get as far away as possible. He didn't want to think about what he did, he had to go home and go to sleep. Maybe that would fix his jumbled brain, sleeping it off.

When he finally made it back to his room, he immediately took his jeans and hoodie off, throwing the stained clothing into his dirty clothes bin and flopping onto his bed. He closed his eyes, only seeing images of Bee when he did. He groaned, he felt like there was no escape from her.

It was going to be difficult with her around...

[lustfulslxt]

i have your face reveal saved

okay? are you threatening to post it bc what are you gonna get out of that? people knowing i write smut? 🌚 um maybe don’t b a weirdo??? better yet, block me 😃 better yet, delete your acc 😃 better yet, jump out a window 😃 tf is wrong w you? (everything)

[zot3-flopped]

Is It Over Now?

[Verse 1]

Once the flight had flown (Uh-huh)

With the wilt of the rose (Uh-huh)

I slept all alone (Uh-huh)

You still wouldn't go

[Pre-Chorus]

Let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later

I see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters

You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor

You search in every maiden's bed for somethin' greater, baby

[Chorus]

Was it over when she laid down on your couch?

Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?

"Come here," I whispered in your ear

In your drеam as you passed out, baby

Was it over then? And is it ovеr now?

[Post-Chorus]

(Is it? Is it? Is it?)

[Verse 2]

When you lost control (Uh-huh)

Red blood, white snow (Uh-huh)

Blue dress on a boat (Uh-huh)

Your new girl is my clone

[Bridge]

And did you think I didn't see you?

There were flashin' lights

At least I had the decency

To keep my nights out of sight

Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs

And my whispered sighs

Oh, Lord, I think about

Jumpin' off of very tall somethings

Just to see you come running

And say the one thing I've been wanting, but no

[Pre-Chorus]

Let's fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later (Oh)

If she's got blue eyes, I will surmise that you'll probably date her (Oh)

You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor (Oh)

You search in every model's bed for somethin' greater, baby

[Chorus]

Was it over when she laid down on your couch?

Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?

"Come here," I whispered in your ear

In your dream as you passed out, baby

Was it over then? And is it over now?

[Post-Chorus]

Oh-oh

(Is it? Is it? Is it?) Oh-oh

(Is it? Is it?)

[Bridge]

Think I didn't see you?

There were flashin' lights

At least I had the decency

To keep my nights out of sight

Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs

And my whispered sighs

Oh, Lord, I think about

Jumpin' off of very tall somethings

Just to see you come runnin' (Runnin')

And say the one thing I've been wanting, but no

[Outro]

Flashin' lights

Oh, Lord (Oh-oh)

Let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later (Oh-oh)

(Flashin' lights)

I was hoping you'd be there

And say the one thing (Oh-oh) I've been wanting (Oh-oh)

(Flashin' lights) But no

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[romantacysblog]

I Would Never Hurt You

You don’t know I’m here. Of course you don’t.

You leave the window cracked, just enough. Curtains barely drawn. Like you want someone to see you—though I know you’d deny it. You’d blush, stammer, pretend to be ashamed. But your fingers are already between your thighs, aren’t they?

God, look at you.

You light the room with nothing but a candle. Romantic. A little theatrical, even. You always do this—make it look like you’re alone. Safe. But you’re not. I see everything. I know everything. The way your breath catches, the way your back arches just slightly when you think of him. Or maybe me. Maybe, somehow, you do know. Somewhere deep down.

You feel me, don’t you?

I’m pressed against the glass, heartbeat synced with yours, breath fogging the window like some tragic, hungry ghost. But I’m not a ghost. I’m real. I’m the only thing that is.

And you’re everything I need.

Your lips part on a sigh, soft and desperate, and I imagine the sounds you’re making. The little gasps. The whimpers. The ones I’ve only ever heard through the thin walls of your apartment. You're a symphony when you're like this. And every note is for me.

I could go in. I could walk up those stairs, turn the knob, and make you look at me. Really see me. The one who’s always been here. The one who knows your favorite tea, your dreams, your secrets. The one who’d never hurt you—but would hurt for you.

But I don’t.

Not tonight.

I stay in the dark, because this… this is enough. For now.

Because the moment you look me in the eye and whisper my name—I want it to be because you love me. Not because you're afraid.

And I can wait for that.

I’ve always been good at waiting.

...

She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched.

It was the smallest things—like the hairs on the back of her neck standing up or the faintest rustling sound just outside her window, too soft to be the wind. She tried to dismiss it. Tried to tell herself it was just her mind playing tricks, that maybe it was nothing.

But still, she couldn’t help glancing over her shoulder every now and then, as though expecting to see someone—someone—in the dark.

Her fingers were still between her thighs, moving with a rhythm of their own, but this time, the pleasure didn’t come as easily. The tension in her gut tightened, pulling her out of the moment. She slowed her movements, trying to ignore the pulse of discomfort that crept over her skin.

But then it came again—something, a sound, a breath? Maybe it was nothing.

But the feeling never left. It lingered, clinging to her like the thick air before a storm.

Her eyes darted to the window, barely cracked open. The curtains swayed, just enough. She could’ve sworn she saw a faint shape, a dark silhouette—just for a second—pressed against the glass.

Her heart skipped. She held her breath, stilling.

It was probably nothing. Nothing at all.

But her body didn’t believe that. Her pulse raced, her hands trembling as she pulled them away from her body, suddenly self-conscious, embarrassed, like she’d been caught. She grabbed the blanket, pulling it up around her shoulders, as though that would protect her from whatever had been watching.

But deep down, she knew. She knew she wasn’t alone.

She pulled away.

It was almost imperceptible, a quick motion of her hands retreating from her body as though she felt something shift in the air. Like she could feel me there, even though I was nothing more than a shadow in the dark.

Her fingers trembled when she grabbed the blanket, and I couldn’t help but smile. She knew.

She had to know.

But the best part? She didn’t move. Didn’t scream. Didn’t lock the window or slam the curtains shut. She waited.

She was drawn to me, even in the silence. Even when she couldn’t see me. She always was.

I could see her face now, just barely through the thin space between the curtain and the glass. Her breath was shaky, chest rising and falling in an almost rhythm, and I wanted to reach out—touch her—but I didn’t. Not yet. There was something so perfect in the distance between us. The gap that made this… ours.

She shifted again, pulling the blanket higher, and I wondered what she was thinking. Was she scared? Or was it excitement, too? Was she waiting for me to do something more?

To come inside. To claim her.

I watched her for another moment, just a little longer, feeling the heat rising in me—an ache, deep and primal, like hunger. My body pressed against the cold glass, but it didn’t matter. I could feel her, just like she could feel me. And I knew she was imagining me in that room, standing behind her, close enough to touch but not quite.

Soon, I thought.

Soon, she wouldn’t be able to pull away.

[jennakittykats-blog]

@JennaKatsCave

[shouyuus]

+18, mdni, slight perv!suo, slight age-gap, general suo-shaped weirdness

senpai kink!suo who's always had a thing for older women, liked the way they held themselves, liked how they (for the most part) knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to ask for it (or take it). it's not like he'd ever had an objection to girls his own age (of which there were many in his illustrious high school career as boufuurin's right hand man) -- he liked their sweetness, their wide-eyed innocence, they way they blushed and swooned (so easily manipulated, sweet little dolls).

senpai kink!suo who's quite literally smitten the first time he sets eyes on you, halfway across campus during the first week of college, and you're gorgeous, the kind of pretty that sets his stomach spinning inside him, makes his palms go tacky (though he'd never, ever admit it out loud), makes his cock kick in his pants as he leans over to the guy next to him and asks -- "hey, who's that?"

the guy (suo's forgotten his name already) glances over in your direction before letting out a low whistle.

"oh her? she's the campus flower, two years above us so you don't stand a chance, dude -- she doesn't go for younger dudes -- god, but she's so hot, highlights don't look good on a lot of chicks but on her --"

suo frowns, shaking his head, "no no no, not that one, the one right next to her --"

the guy pauses, "oh -- uh... i think that's her friend -- they're always together but uh..." the guy glances back at suo before shrugging and telling him your name.

suo mouths it with barely masked reverence, adjusting the straps on his backpack.

"thanks," he says, without ever taking his eyes off you. he sets off across the quad, ignoring the guy's frantic shout of -- "s-suo?! wh-what're you doing?!"

he almost rolls his eyes -- isn't it obvious? he's going to talk to you.

senpai kink!suo who is not shy (and it's a little shocking at first, but refreshing too) when he walks up to you and introduces himself, who has zero compunction calling you senpai with that voice of his, all half-moon eyes and a trickster's smile, cocking his head as he asks you if you'd be willing to give him a tour of the campus bc he's just a lost little freshman who started a week ago (although everyone knows that the welcoming committee actually does a pretty decent job of showing everyone around).

you agree, because of course you do, though it jars your friend a little when suo barely glances at her before asking for your number (she's not used to being ignored, that one).

senpai kink!suo who stands just a little too close to you in the cafe checkout line, smiling so sweetly when you ask him about his classes (god, what he wouldn't do to bend you over any of these cafeteria tables and fuck you till you cried), tells you about his classes, is the perfect gentleman (bc of course he is), holds the door for you, asks you about your major ("uwahh... senpai must be so smart!"), compliments you just to bask in the sunset rush of your blush.

senpai kink!suo who does not miss the way your eyes linger on him every time he excuses himself, the way your brows furrow ever so slightly, as if you're confused as to why he's showing you so much attention, who slams the door on his own dorm room, not bothering to lock it before he's shoving a hand passed the waistband of his pants and gripping his already throbbing cock, a choked moan ripping out of him as he ruts into his own fist.

he pictures you, your pretty lips glossed to a shine, your big, bright eyes, the way you'd looked just a little confused as he walked away. it takes him no time at all to spill all over the insides of his freshly laundered slacks.

"well..." he sighs, staring with a near academic interest down at the cum dripping down the back of his hand, smeared across his palm.

"this should be interesting."

senpai kink!suo who just so happens to bump into you outside your first lecture of the day, asking if you'd like coffee, who somehow is at your favorite bar the following friday night laughing with a few of his freshman classmates. who "doesn't even notice" when you come in with your friend (you know, the super pretty one everyone on campus is obsessed with) and post up at the bar.

"here, from the gentleman over there," the bartender says, sliding a perfectly made strawberry daiquiri in front of you as you stare, nonplussed, at the drink, before twisting around to look in the direction the bartender had been pointing at, only to spot suo, who grins and raises his own half-finished wine glass.

you blush and take a sip, even as your friend frowns slightly (she's usually the one getting free drinks).

across the bar, suo carefully runs his thumb along the rim of his glass and turns back to his classmates, who are all lamenting that the bartender had given the drink to the wrong girl.

(suo had made doubly sure he hadn't.)

senpai kink!suo who lingers behind just a bit longer, waits for your friend to leave before he slides into the seat next to you with his empty wine glass.

"did you like your drink, senpai?" he asks.

you startle very slightly before flushing; suo swallows back a groan.

he's fucked.

you nod, lashes fluttering as you look back down at your nearly empty cocktail glass.

"yes -- how... how did you know i'd like daiquiri's?"

suo makes a soft noise, tipping his nose at the bartender as the man reaches over to fill suo's glass with some more wine. he swirls the dark liquid round once before holding the glass up to his nose and taking a whiff.

"lucky guess," he says, voice light with laughter as he offers the glass to you, "this is one of my favorite wines -- i was surprised to find it on the wine list here."

you blink at him for a moment longer before tentatively leaning forward to sniff at the wine too. it's round and full-bodied, smelling of tanins and oak. you pull back with a smile.

"smells good!"

suo watches with amber-shot eyes, framed in enviably long lashes, "would you like a sip?"

his voice dips, whiskey-deep, low and warm and coaxing. you feel your breath hitch in your chest as if caught there by the sound of his voice, and for a second, you wonder why it sounds like he's asking you something else entirely.

you swallow before nodding, reaching forward to take the glass. your fingers brush, the tiny slip of contact sending sparks sizzling up the length of your arm.

you take a sip of the wine, your eyes caught in the net of his enamored gaze, and suo thinks himself a lost man. he licks his lips as you pull the glass away, the dark of the wine staining your lips even as you purse them to clear the last remnants away.

his stomach clenches with heat even as he offers you a bright smile and takes back his glass. surreptitiously, he spins the glass all the way around to press his lips to where yours had just been, tips the glass back, and drinks.

senpai kink!suo who is ever the gentleman, takes his time with you, walks you home after the bar, buys you coffee in the mornings, jokes with you in the elevator of the university library, buys you drinks at the local bar till his presence in your life is more a given than a variable. who, finally, after months of carefully insinuating himself into your life, finds himself sitting next to you on your apartment couch, your best friend (and roommate, suo had found out to his immense dismay) thankfully gone for the night to some party or other.

you're telling him something about this professor or that, and the slow realization that he's tipping forward, his lips hovering an inch above yours comes as a shock to you both.

"s-suo-kun?" your voice is soft, spun sweet as cotton candy.

suo lets out a shaky breath, "senpai... can i?"

you stare up at him, eyes searching his (fruitless) for the answer to a question he himself has never needed to ask (are you sure? -- fuck yes, of course he's sure, he's never been more sure of anything else in his entire fucking life).

you give a tiny little nod, and then -- he's drowning, drowning in the press of your delicate lips on his, drowning in the taste of your tongue as you gasp open for him and he feels himself pouring into the heat of your mouth, drowning in the dizzying noises you're making at the back of your throat, and the drag of your fingers as they curl in his hair, at the fit of his palms on your hips as he hoists you onto his lap and groans at the friction of your clothed cunt over his already hard cock.

you give a tiny squeak at the feeling, heat washing into your cheeks as you try to pull away.

"no -- no, no, no -- senpai, please --" suo's never been one to beg, but he's not above it (he's not above anything when it comes to you), "i've wanted this for so long -- please --" he says again, looking up at you with imploring eyes. and he thinks he must look drunk, something wretched with the way you're staring down at him, that tiny furrow between your brows.

"y-you... you have?" you ask, sounding genuinely surprised, though you make no move to pull away, and something inside of suo loosens ever so slightly. he leans forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

"yes -- every since the first day i saw you -- god --" even his voice sounds bedraggled, nothing like his usual, carefully curated brightness. he digs his fingers into the plush of your hips, surreptitiously rocking you down over his lap. you let out a tiny keen and it takes everything inside him not to shove you back and pin you beneath him.

"suo-kun... i --" you let out a small, incredulous laugh before it melts into a gasp as he rolls his hips up into yours.

"are you really surprised, senpai?" he asks, his voice slightly muffled against your skin as he continues to rock you down over him, slowly, steadily, reveling in the abortive hitches in your breath as you clutch at his shoulders, head tipping back. "that i'd want you this badly? that i couldn't think of anyone -- anything else?"

he lifts his head to watch you, eyes hungry as he takes in the slackened expression of pleasure painted so clearly across your face. he nearly keens at the thought, letting his fingers trail down your thighs till they creep beneath the hem of your skirt to tease at your thighs. he feels you tense, but a moment later, you're looking back down at him with a crystalizing want in the sharp light of your eyes and suo feels himself shiver.

"c'mon --" you say, shimmying off his lap and jerking your head towards the bedroom door. suo stares for half a second before jolting up to join you, lacing his fingers between yours.

senpai kink!suo who nearly blacks out the second he's actually got you beneath him, his cheek pillowed on the silken skin of your thigh as he teases at your sodden folds with his fingers. he groans, kissing his way up and down your legs, thinks that he could be happy spending eternity here, just here, in the space between your thighs, teasing you till you tipped over into oblivion.

"senpai..." he drags out the word, "were you this wet the whole night?"

you whine, fingers clenching in the sheets, "a-are you gonna get on with it o-or -- oh --"

he tuts, leaning up to suck at the throbbing bead of your clit, shoving a finger roughly passed your entrance without warning.

"mm... you taste so good... i knew you would... but who knew you'd be such a brat in bed, hm?" he asks, gently flicking his tongue along your clit, alternating between long, languid licks and soft little kitten ones. he keeps his pace slow, teases his finger inside you till he brushes up against the one gummy spot that has your legs tensing, your head tipping back.

"s-suo-kun!"

"ah... fuck... there it is --" he watches you with darkened eyes, lightless as they take you in, "i didn't know you were such a dirty girl, senpai -- such a good girl on the outside, hm? does you best friend know you like getting fucked by your underclassmen?"

you keen, knees bending slightly as you try to work your hips up into his hand for more friction. he pins you down with a single fluid move, pulling himself up the length of your body to grin at you.

"hm? do you not like me talking about another girl when i've got my fingers inside you? mm... don't worry, senpai, i've only got eyes for you."

senpai kink!suo who fucks you so thoroughly you're honestly a bit bewildered, lying there in the midnight dark of your room, his body tucked in next to yours, wondering where on earth he'd learned the shit he knew.

"don't think too hard about it, senpai," he murmurs, curling in around you, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. you turn to face him, the pair of you curved like parenthesis beneath your floral patterned sheets.

"i... i don't think i've ever slept with anyone younger than me before," you admit with a tiny laugh, to which suo only grins.

"that's alright, there's a first and last for everything," he says, before pulling you into his chest and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. you let your eyes flutter shut, too tired and fucked out to linger over his words.

"mm... i guess you're not that much younger than me, anyway," you murmur, already half asleep.

suo chuckles, threading his fingers through your hair as he shifts forward to more comfortably settle against you.

"you're only a year and a few months older, senpai... i wouldn't worry about it too much."

you hum, drifting off.

(you never did remember when you'd told him your birthday was, but you figured that you must've done it over drinks one night and just forgotten.)

(you hadn't.)

[atherea]

“It, uh. Had a virus.” 

“So you smashed it?” Bruce, usually quite composed, looked baffled.

“Yeah?” Tim said, like it should be obvious, “I didn’t want it to spread to my other appliances.”

Bruce looked astounded by Tim’s sheer stupidity.

fanart of ch19 of @wesslan's cards on the table, i read this all last night and its been wired in my brain since then oh my god i love all the silly moments in this fic

[soukokuforthesoul]

dazai’s texts to chuuya are a lot of very random things like telling him to get something for him, blurry pictures of himself, complaints about work, complaints about life in general, and chuuya rarely actually responds because why should he (though he does read the texts, and dazai sees and knows and thrives in the attention),,

but when chuuya’s drunk, chuuya’s the one sending nonsensical texts that are occasionally asking for his location, fifty texts under half a minute about how he hates dazai (or that dazai should die), etc.—

and then, dazai’s favorite, not that he’d admit it: sometimes chuuya sends pictures of himself, and not the stupid, low-effort, blurry ones dazai sends; okay, they’re usually blurry, but, like, high-quality blurry because his phone camera is perfect. ugh. oh, and they’re probably low-effort too, but— but not really. since somehow they’re always so pretty. of course, chuuya always immensely regrets sending them once he’s sober again, always threatens dazai to delete it from his side or whatever, threatens to take his phone, but dazai can’t, really, because chuuya’s beautiful and he hates it so much, hates it enough so that he’s printing the pictures out and keeping them in a folder full of chuuya dating back from when they were, maybe, sixteen or so, one of the few things he’d taken with him from the mafia, and he keeps them safely tucked away PURELYFORBLACKMAILPURPOSES he doesn’t actually look at them, he just—

okay maybe he does, but that’s beside the point. the point is that chuuya is also stupid and also sends stupid texts and pictures and dazai doesn’t respond to be petty (…but he does read them), and chuuya can’t call dazai a dumbass for his own texts (which are sent when he’s completely sober) when chuuya also sends stupid texts (when he’s really drunk)

… yeah

[ritsu-shinjo]

I read all of your mission reports from previous years. How else should I know your past self but from your own writings?

@ritsu-shinjo

That's how your ass be sounding every time you come to bother me