omddd legit this is top tier ficsss (you need to make more smut fics)β¦ and to that person who said ur so gross for making smut fics for a person whoβs barely an adult??? they be jealous because they donβt make fics as good as u do !! Donβt let them silence you motherrr !!!
bitch i love you omggg π iβm so glad you like what i write, i do try my best lolll
and honestly it makes no sense to me because heβs literally turning 21 this year? if you donβt like what i write, just block me! nobodyβs forcing you to read it
you seem like such a sweet person! i'd love to be mutuals but i'm #TooScared... let this be a soft launch πππ Also your fics are soo good! I read all of it and wow... I would've never lived without your James fics π€€π€€
aww thank you, anon! you seem very sweet too :) iβd love to be mutuals, and i appreciate your kind wordsβΊοΈ i try to make my fics enjoyable loll
Ur so gross for writing smut for a dude whoβs barely an adult
and youβre so gross for hating when you could simply scroll away on my posts or block me. youβre choosing to interact. donβt be complaining when thereβs an easy solution for you π¬
βbeing different isnβt the tragedy in your story, itβs the ignorance shown by others.β
cw - sfw, neurodivergence (implied autism), stimming, mentions of meltdowns, kissing, acceptance, this is very self projected from my autism, can be read from any neurodivergentβs perspective :)
james who stays by your side when you need assistance with regulating your emotions and sensory input, happily letting you feel his hair, arms and fingers as well as the fabric of his shirt and jeans to bring yourself to ease.
james who stays away when you need to recharge - he gives you all the time in the world until you come up to him, until you feel like being around other people again. he waits until you go up to him, curl against his side on the couch and let his arm rest around you as the two of you sit in a comfortable silence.
james who helps when clothes feel too tight or too lose and when the seam of your socks arenβt sitting right. he doesnβt shush you when you critique the discomfort they bring you, he doesnβt comment in caution of burdening you further - he simply tends to them the best he can before leaving a soft kiss on the area that was agitated by the sensation.
james who helps you put on jumpers and sweaters to ensure your sleeves underneath donβt get rolled up. he fixes the collar of your sweater with a kiss to your neck, and zips up your jackets with a kiss on the corner of your mouth.
james who cuts off all tags on any piece of clothing he purchases for you before folding them nicely back into the gift bag.
james who knows exactly what materials to avoid when purchasing clothes, shoes, towels, and practically anything that you touch.
james who carries stimming and fidget toys in his bag when the two of you go out, just in case they might come in handy.
james who covers your ears when you forget your headphones and the environment is too loud. the event is long forgotten as the two of you are in his car and youβre situated in his lap. your face is buried in his neck as his warm hands block out all the unnecessary noise.
james who knows exactly what to say, when to speak and when to keep silent during your meltdowns - he helps you through them, letting you cry and scream to get everything out of your system before youβre regulated again.
james who has no problem when you become non-verbal. on the days you need silence, he has no problem communicating through whatever form you feel most comfortable with. on the days you need the silence to be filled, he has no problem rambling on about random topics just to see a small smile on your lips.
james who loves the order and rules you have for things. sure, they were a little different to adjust to, but he never considered them weird or a bother. everybody has their preferences, why wouldnβt he accustom to the ones belonging to his loved one?
james who doesnβt call out your stimming in prevention of causing you uneasiness. he continues his explanation about a tiktok he saw as you flap your hands, tap your fingers against the table, rock back and forth, or even repeat a silly line you heard on your show. whatever your form of self-stimulatory behaviour is for the day doesnβt change anything, he simply carries on with what he was doing with you as you manage your sensory input. after all, working together always brings success.
james who doesnβt hesitate to cuss the fuck out of anybody who has the audacity to insult or judge who you are. it doesnβt matter where you guys are, heβll ensure everybody knows not to run their mouths. of course, heβll ask you to cover your ears and guide you to a quiet spot before doing so - he would never overwhelm you like that.
james who doesnβt judge you, who knows your diagnosis doesnβt define you. he will always encourage you to be yourself even on the days where it feels like everything is against you and youβre against everything, even on the days where it feels like your diagnosis is the cause for things that make you feel horrible.
james who loves you for who you are, and that is something that will never change.
overview - james was taught from a young age that if you want something, you take it; so he finally got you. the boy who would rip his heart out and serve it on a silver platter for you if you asked is yours. heβs still just as sweet as when he first introduced himself to you, only his actions hold a deeper meaning than you were being led on. itβs nothing you have to worry your pretty head about though - just continue to listen to him, okay?
you didnβt think the stranger who was watching you, who was anonymously buying you gifts and essentials, restocking on your favourite things, and doing the housework that you constantly put off could be as beautiful as he was. not to mention, so deeply in love with you to the point where the mention of your name could make his heart race.
you didnβt think he would break into your home to hold you in his arms, caressing you gently to calm you down as he pressed long awaited kissed on your face.
you didnβt think he would continue to take care of you, to take care of everything for you to ensure you never have to lift a finger again.
βΛβ‘
βcβmon, honeyβ¦donβt be silly.β he cooed softly at you, βIβll make breakfast, you just sit and look pretty, mβkay?β he kissed your forehead as you laughed, accepting him taking the utensils from your hands as he ushered you towards the dining table.
βiβm gonna be late for work, james!β you smiled. despite your words, you let him hammer away in the kitchen. you never fought against him, you never had any reason to.
right, work. it was the one thing he was unable to drag you away from.
he managed to convince you to minimise the amount you spent out with your friends and co-workers until all your time was occupied being coped up with him.
it wasnβt hard, really. you were so sweet, so trusting, so vulnerable. you warmed up to him so quickly that you actually made his plans much easier for him to put forth - his plans of making you completely his.
the only obstacle his plan faced was your job. itβs not like he wanted to take away your independence - itβs something that makes you able to truly be yourself, why would he ever want to take that away from you? he just doesnβt understand why you want to tire yourself out working when he already provides everything for you.
the only reason he wants you to quit is so you can devote your time doing the things you love, your hobbies that make up your soul and fill your heart up with joy. he wants you to be able to allocate your passion to the things that have meaning to you, not your job.
he didnβt want his baby to be drained by something as mundane as work, youβre too special for that.
heβll find a way to break you down soon.
βΛβ‘
βjamesβ¦β you gasp out, eyes widening in shock at the sight of the plate garnished with food that was very evidently glazed with his dedication.
βdonβt worry about being late, angel. you work so hard, they canβt get mad if you show up a couple minutes late.β he grins at you, brushing aside your worries as he places the food in front of you, walking back to the kitchen.
βyou shouldnβt even be going there anyways.β he mutters under his breath, opening the fridge.
βwhat was that?β you look up, fork already loaded with the cuisine he made for you.
βtea or juice, baby?β he smiles, rushed and forced. you donβt notice.
βyou choose for me!β you beam, shoving the fork in your mouth. oh, how heβs taught you well.
βalright.β his smile softens into something genuine as he walks further into the kitchen, letting the fridge door close.
maybe not today, but heβll eventually find a way to have you all to himself. itβs nothing you have to worry your pretty head about though - just continue to listen to him, okay?
a little blurb/continuation of no escape as it was requested! i donβt consider it an offical piece of writing as itβs quite short; itβs just an idea of how things are with james after you guys finally met π but donβt worry guys, more yandere/stalker!james is coming your way π€ just request what you wanna see!
cw - nsfw, making out, unprotected sex, rough sex, cumming inside, cum eating, choking, big dick!james, filthy filthy shit, aftercare because james is still a sweet boy
βΛβ‘
he was so kind, so sweet. he was practically the only person who tolerated your tendencies to act up any chance you got.
he would soften the crease between your brows with the pad of his thumb, ridding of your pout as he hugged you against his chest, allowing to to whine about how you didnβt get your way.
he would listen to your ranting with that attentive look in his eyes, the look that assured you he cared because he always did.
he would immediately tend to your needs the moment your foot stomped against the ground and your arms crossed against your chest. he would run around frantically, desperately trying not to worsen your mood as he masked his concern with a smile because why would he want to burden you further?
he didnβt have an issue with pampering you with anything and everything your heart desired because it was no secret that he was head over heels for you. he knew that you knew, but every passing day of you brushing it off, acting oblivious to his love fuelled the burning fire buried deep in his chest.
he was so kind, so sweet. you never expected him to hold you down against his mattress and push his dick into you inch by inch, smiling as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
βwhatβs wrong, hm?β his fingers tapped your cheek as he awaited an answer, something you were unable to give with the string of obscenities leaving your lips.
βfuck! sβ too much-β
βbut this is what you wanted, isnβt it? you like pushing my buttons.β he gritted out between clenched teeth, each thrust of his hips emphasising his words as your walls clenched around his fat cock.
βno-β he cut you off with his hand wrapping around your throat, his fingertips digging into the marked skin he was biting only a few moments ago. βyes, baby. you like pissing me off βcause you think i wonβt do anything about it.β
his smile only widens at the sight of you shaking your head with a small whine. βsβ okay, honey. you donβt have to lie.β
he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, his chest compressed against your own as he wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer while his cock continues to impale your insides.
it hurt so fucking good. every thrust stretching you open further, every thrust causing his tip to poke at your cervix, the bulge very evidently showing in your tummy.
βjames,β you mewl, nails clawing against his bare back, βi canβtβ¦β
βreally? it seems your pussy can, sheβs squeezing me so tight, baby. i think she wants more.β sweat glazes his forehead, small beads dripping down to his defined cheeks as his head cocked to the side, mocking you.
god, you wanted to slap the smile off his face and kiss it at the same time.
you couldnβt lie to yourself about the fact that you purposely irked him to this point, you couldnβt help it with the way he looked when he was angry; clenched jaw and eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed ever so slightly as you could see the plotting behind his pupils, his plans of wanting to absolutely ruin you.
the bed creaked beneath you two, the headboard banged against the wall with every thrust. you wouldβve pushed him to his limits sooner if you knew what he was hiding beneath his pants.
βyou can take it, baby. i know you can.β he presses a sloppy kiss against your cheek before smashing his lips onto yours. the kiss was everything but innocent; tongues clashed against each other as his grip on your neck kept you still.
you swore that he went deeper with every thrust. how could somebody be this big?
he panted against your lips, trying to keep himself balanced as he effortlessly rolled his hips over and over again, practically moulding the both of you into one.
it didnβt take long for you to finish; your lips shaped into a small βoβ with your eyes being furrowed shut. your nails left marks on his back as your legs were wrapped around his waist, an attempt to keep him close as your juices smeared all over his cock.
grunting against your lips, he came with a final thrust. he shoved himself deep into you, letting his warm cum coat your insides.
βfuuuck-β his groans filled your ears as he slowly pulled out of you, his tip resting on your tummy as he bought his fingers down to your dripping cunt.
he scooped up his leaking cum, bringing his coated fingers to your lips as his free hand held your jaw. βcβmon, taste what i did to you.β - his smile returns as you open your mouth with the little energy you have left, savouring the flavour of you and him on your tongue.
βΛβ‘
your eyes felt hazy and your body felt sore until a warm towel was suddenly against the inside of your thighs.
james ensured to be gentle was he wiped the mess layered on your skin - his free hand caressed your cheek with such tenderness, you never would have believed he was capable of what he did only a few minutes ago.
βi warmed up the bath for you-β his voice was equally as sweet as his current actions, βiβll carry you there in a second, mβkay? i just wanna clean my baby up first.β
you couldnβt help the fuzzy feeling in your tummy. after all, he still was your best friend. but could you even call him that after what happened, after what he did to you? or rather, after he did you?
that was a conversation to be concerned about for another time. all you knew is that after your bath, you wanted to fall asleep in his arms the same way you always have, just that this time, it would have a deeper meaning.
sure, things will become complicated now but you can take it. you already took him.
βΛβ‘
2 MONTHS is how long this bitch has been sitting in my drafts. 2 whole months. forgive me everybody but it is posted now π
cw - stalking, awkward!james, heβs so down bad for you itβs embarrassing :(
overview - going off course his usual plans of watching over you didnβt seem like a big deal until it was.
βΛβ‘
james didnβt like the word stalking. he preferred his actions to be referred to as βwatching over youβ, because thatβs what he constantly did.
from peeping through the gap in your bedroom window with starry eyes, to following your footsteps five feet behind on your day out. no matter what it was, he made note of everything.
he notes what you eat in a day, your favourite meals and drinks, as well as places you go for a rewarding sweet treat. he notes your favourite products from skincare and haircare to makeup, making sure he knows exactly where each one is purchased from. he notes the way you dress yourself up regarding certain places or events as he sketches your pretty face into his book, ensuring youβre always with him during times heβs not able to stalk watch over you.
the book contains everything about you, details even you havenβt noticed because only somebody who would dedicate every ounce of their being and time could list that much information about you; somebody like him. he canβt help it, really. he needs to know where you are at all times to be able to follow watch you.
βΛβ‘
everything was always planned.
saturday morning means youβre at the cafe located at the corner near your home. he knows exactly what time you left and what time you arrived, what time you sat down and how long you spent looking over the menu despite ordering the same thing every week. he always knows.
his lips curled into a soft smile as he stared at you through the glass, his book laying open on his palm as he began sketching. the pencil took down every line and curve of your face, etching it into the paper in a way that confirmed you were his, even if you werenβt conscious of it yet.
it wasnβt planned, it wasnβt written in the book, but not much thought was put into it when he walked in the cafe for an energy boost. you wouldnβt notice him anyways, you never did. he made sure it stayed that way until it was the right time for you to know who he was.
he planned everything; your first interaction and conversation was a ticking time bomb that excited him to his core, making him giddy with a stupid smile anytime he would think about it. he planned his words, how he would bump into you, and he even anticipated your responses. after all, he knows you better than you know yourself.
the bell hung above the door rang softly as he walked in, shoving the book in his open bag.
standing at the counter, he browsed over the menu despite knowing what he was going to order; your drink.
greeting the cashier and paying, he stood off to the side and waited. the receipt was folded and placed neatly into the page of your most recent sketch. it became another note for him to add, another note for him to annotate, another addition to his everlasting plan.
βΛβ‘
the paper cup was warm against his fingertips, the steam of the tea rising through the lid as he turned around with caution, careful not to spill any. too bad he wasnβt aware of his surroundings.
he heard a soft umph as his body collided with another, his bag thrashing against his shoulder.
this wasnβt planned, but thatβs okay. he would apologise and bow for his mistake and then leave. only every thought emptied from his head the moment his eyes flicked upwards, landing on you. his girl, the person he has been stalking watching over for months.
his heart hammered against his chest as he heard your voice apologise. fuck, you sounded so sweet. you always did.
this wasnβt planned, so what was he meant to do? what was he meant to say? he conducted every single possible scenario of meeting and introducing himself to you, but somehow he forgot to consider the possibility of an accident, the possibility of something going off course.
he stumbled on his words, cheeks reddening before he managed to mumble a soft apology before walking out of the cafe as fast as he could, the ring of the bell echoing after his departure.
how could he have let this happen? how could he have planned everything so cautiously and yet still slip up?
he shouldβve known better.
his little mistake has now left a huge hole in his plan. his original ideas have all been scrapped because of it.
he needs to make note of what happened.
reaching his free hand into his bag is the moment the blood drained from his face all over again.
his tousled inside the fabric, frantically searching for something that he couldnβt accept was gone.
thereβs no fucking way heβs messed up twice today.
a gentle hand laying on his shoulder silenced his ruminating thoughts and the sweet voice that he could recognise from anywhere rang through his ears.
βi think you dropped this.β
he turns around to be faced with the same warm smile you flashed to him when you apologised. it was the same smile that takes over your lips as you blast your music through your headphones, the same smile that you canβt rid of when you finally get home after a long day, the same smile that you prance around your home with when your package finally arrives.
something so delicate of yours, something so precious was being offered to him and it wasnβt planned. do you expect him to stay sane?
he looks down to your hands holding out his book. another offering.
he recompenses with an awkward smile and rosy cheeks as his shaky fingers brush against your still ones, grabbing the book and tossing it into his bag that he would ensure to zip up from now on.
βthank youβ¦iβm not sure why iβm so clumsy today.β his smile widens, wonky but cute in a way that made you let out a soft laugh - βthatβs okay! have a great rest of your day.β
oh, that sweet voice of yours.
he waves as you walk off. he canβt trail after you to the market today, he canβt risk fucking up even more than he already has.
after your goodbye, it didnβt take long for him to realise that you held his book. the same book that has candid pictures of you in your home glued into the pages, sketches of your face alongside annotated notes of every single thing about you written in every nook and cranny that fit his pen.
he wished a hole would emerge from the floor and swallow him whole.
his fingers were rummaging through the fabric of his bag once again, gripping tightly onto the book as he flipped through the endless pages until he finally reached the one worked on today.
the cafe receipt was still tucked in and your pretty face was etched into the paper, exactly how he left it.
looks like thereβs one thing he didnβt fuck up today.
βΛβ‘
guess whoβs backβ¦π iβm SO sorry for leaving you guys for so long :(( the hospital and all my appointments were really kicking my ass but itβs ok because im back!!!
i had this silly little idea when going to bed a couple nights ago so i decide to take action on it loll
Hi, here to make sure you are alive, are you alive?
Hope youre doing okay, have a good day/noon, evening/night!
hi love! i am alive, thanks for checking in :)
i have been struggling recently as iβve been in and out of the hospital so iβve been set back with a lot of things but iβll try to post sometime soon after my recovery π
After the devastatingly beautiful No Escape i need to ask this for the sake of me, do you plan on writing anymore dark/yandere james?
Please do, im begging on my knees
yes i am! iβm really glad you enjoyed βno escapeβ because i definitely will be continuing dark/yandere themes for james and i would love to hear any ideas you and others have :)
cw - stalking, dark themes, mentions of murder, kissing, crying, yearner!james like he wants you soo bad :( and is very sweet about it!
overview - james was taught from a young age that if you want something, you take it. he just didn't expect to apply this to you.
wc - 2.5k i tried to make this a longer fic but english isnβt my first language and i still do struggle sometimes, so please forgive any mistakes you notice <3
Moving to Seoul was a wonderful decision in your eyes.
You were happy about the swap of environment and people, the way your daily routine and your whole lifestyle changed.
It was different, but good different.
You haven't spoken to many people since your relocation, the only conversations you have had being quiet "sorry's" when bumping into someone on the walk to work, or the forced small talk about your day with the cashier standing behind the register of the store you went to shop for your groceries.
Although, you did notice the people you saw often.
You made it a habit to bid a "good morning" at your neighbours that lived next door in the bijou, but comfy home you paid the rent for every month. You made sure to smile at the individuals who looked a bit too put together for the time only being 7am as you all walked on the same path, knowingly going to work.
You were happy with the change you had to your schedule and daily mundane activities.
It was different, but good different.
βΛβ‘
You kept to yourself majority of the time.
Sure, you would socialise when needed but besides that, you enjoyed the peace and quiet, the freedom that was promised with being alone.
However, there would be times where you didnβt feel alone.
It stared off small, with moments of dreaded silence and uncertainty in your quiet house, but thatβs just paranoia. It happens to everybody living alone, right?
Thatβs what you brushed it off as. Paranoia.
You paid no mind to the wariness that rose within your body when taking the bus and train, when somebody stood a bit too close for comfort during rush hour after work.
You ignored the churning feeling in your stomach when you would notice somebodyβs eyes on you on the street, their staring leaving a lingering feeling that never seemed to wash off.
But there was one incident that stuck to you.
It was late at night after work when you were routinely walking home. Headphones were plugged in and your bag was slung across your shoulder as you hummed softly to the tunes playing on your phone, completely unaware of the world outside of your little one, completely unaware of the rapid footsteps behind you.
It all happened in a blur.
A scream escaped your throat as a hand suddenly clamped onto your bag strap, roughly pulling it off your shoulder as you got knocked off your feet by a kick.
The man ran, leaving you disheveled and panting on the concrete in a state of panic.
You got a glimpse of his appearance; a messy black middle part with a large scar that ran down his eyebrow to his cheek, and eyes that would terrify anybody who stared into them for too long.
Your heart thumped against your chest, the sound ringing in your ears as you struggled to get back up on your feet. At least your phone and keys were still in your pocket, and thank god your work covered the cost of everything you unfortunately lost.
You believed things had calmed down when you got home, until the next morning when you switched on the news. The colour drained from your face at the sight of the headline.
Man found dead in his apartment with stab wounds to his chest.
And the photo? The same man who had stolen from you just the night before. Coincidence?
You felt sick. Nausea rose up in your throat, threatening to spurt out at any moment.
Things only escalated from there.
There would be times where goosebumps would rise on your arms, where a chill would run down your spine and make you shiver despite the weather being warm.
There would be times where you would feel something, somebody lurking in the shadows, unaware that heβs already made his presence known to you.
βΛβ‘
You loved working, the pay was great and so were your colleagues and boss. But you loved having days off a slight bit more.
It was Friday, meaning you had a three day weekend.
Your boss had given you a day off in appreciation of the extra hours you worked late when somebody called in sick to their shift, and you were beyond grateful. You knew it would pay off one way or another.
You swayed your hips subconsciously to your playlist that played softly in the background as you made yourself dinner, your fingers delicately holding the knife that cut into the vegetables.
The weather was cozy and the stars were out as wind blew breezily through the agape window. It was the perfect night to eat and sit infront of the television until the early hours of the morning.
You struggled against the lid of the sauce jar, it refusing to open no matter how much you twist and turned.
You place the glass down on the counter with a huff when the doorbell rang. Who would be out at this hour?
You strolled to the front door, swinging it open only to find nothing on the other side.
You let out a soft laugh and locked the door. The kids in the neighbourhood always did love playing pranks but isnβt it too late for them to be out?
You entered the kitchen, stopping in your tracks as your eyes fell on the jar you placed on the counter. It was open. The lid was placed right beside it.
The crisp night air brushed the curtains, blowing gently against your face like a comforting embrace. You really should close that window.
You didnβt know what to do. Did you open it and forget about it? Did somebody break in? Should you call the police? What would you even say? Something as trivial as this isnβt worth an investigation, let alone a phone call.
You decided to be more cautious, but it wasnβt any use. Similar incidents continued to occur, but no harm ever came to you.
You began noticing your fridge suddenly being restocked on things you could have sworn you finished the other day.
You began noticing your laundry laying folded on your bed despite you chucking them in the corner only a few hours ago.
You began noticing little trinkets around your room missing. It first started off with things like hair accessories and a couple pairs of earrings, then elevated to perfumes and decorations, and even panties.
Your initial thought was that you misplaced them and forgot about it, but when new versions of everything were wrapped nicely and sitting on your desk, things stopped adding up.
What were you even supposed to do? If you called the police, what would you even say? βSomebodyβs breaking into my house and doing the things I put off?β, βSomebodyβs been purchasing things for me and leaving it around my house?β They would laugh.
Despite these reoccurrences, you werenβt really fearful. Sure, whoeverβs doing this could hurt you, but wouldnβt they have done that already?
You couldnβt wrap your head around it.
βΛβ‘
You laid on your new sheets and doona on your bed, ones that you shockingly but expectantly came home from work to. You were fresh out of the shower, enjoying the cooling feeling of the fabric against your skin as your arms and legs laid limply around you.
Hearing your phone ring, you snapped out of your trance and turned your head to your bedside table. Leaning over to take a look at the device, your face scrunched in confusion at the "No Caller ID" written at the top of the screen.
You tapped the green icon and put the phone on speaker. 'Hello?' Your voice was gentle, but held a tone of confusion as you awaited an answer.
'Hi.β
It was simple, short. Nothing you weren't used to.
"Who is this?'
'That doesn't matter, baby. I'm calling for you anyways.β
Your brows furrowed softly as you sat up, back resting against the headboard as you tried to organise your thoughts.
Wrong number. You shrugged to yourself and picked up your phone, about to tap the red icon below the variations of buttons.
'Don't hang up.'
Your curtains rocked forwards with every drift of wind that came through your window, the once comforting breeze now a chilling feeling on your bare legs.
βExcuse me?β Your lips curled downwards ever so slightly at the tone on the other line.
βYou heard me.β
A scoff escapes your lips as your finger taps the red icon before you throw your phone onto the other side of your bed.
βSilly girl, you shouldnβt have done that.β The voice that came from your window made the blood run from your face to your feet. What the fuck.
You run off the bed faster than your legs can process and stumble slightly in the process, swinging your bedroom door open and running out as quickly as you can up the stairs, desperately trying to keep balance.
The heavy thud of boots contrasted against the padding of your feet against the wooden floor.
βIβm not here to hurt you, baby. I just wanna talk.β His voice was surprisingly gentle compared to the fact that he was currently inside of your house.
Tears filled your eyes as you reached for the bathroom door, but something grabbed your hand before you could grab the doorknob.
His fingers curled against your hand, his palm was cold and his grip was tight as he pushed your back against the door you thought was your way to safety.
He shushes you softly, pressing his free hand against your mouth to silence your sobs as he restrained your movements with his chest, compressing it firmly against your own.
A gasp left his mouth at the contact and his eyes furrowed shut as if this is a dream, as if you might disappear if he blinks wrong.
βYou donβt know how long Iβve been waiting for this, for you. Fuck-β He whines, nudging his nose against your cheek as he kisses the tear-stained skin which such delicacy that for a moment, you would have believed you were porcelain.
βIβm not gonna hurt you, angel. I promise.β He finally opens his eyes and gazes into yours, frowning softly at the sight of unshed tears that threaten to spill at any moment.
It was only then you noticed your missing hair clip, your favourite one, the original one, attached to the zipper of his jacket.
He follows your eyes, his lips curing upwards ever so slightly. βSβ my favourite one too, yβknow?β
Itβs him.
Heβs the one whoβs been taking care of your house for months, heβs the one whoβs been taking care of you, heβs the one who wants you, but you donβt know that part yet.
He pays no mind to the way your tears dampen his palm. He presses his lips right beneath your eye, βI donβt want my baby to be upset. Whatβs troubling you?β he murmurs, as if this is any other day, as if he hasnβt broken into your house and have you pinned against the fucking door.
He tilts his head at your muffled cries, the feeling vibrating agains the soft skin of his palm. βIf I let go, are you gonna scream?β
He remains unfazed as your sobs get louder, desperately trying to seep through his hand. βItβs no use, sweetheart. Youβre just going to make your throat sore.β His grip seems to get impossibly tighter, but it doesnβt hurt. He could never hurt you.
βYour neighbours are on vacation, donβt you remember? They wonβt be able to help you.β
You finally fall silent. It looks like heβs been watching you too.
Heβs been watching you ever since you moved, ever since he bumped into you on the street and heard your angelic voice apologise to him. Sweet girl, you never have to apologise for anything, is what he wished he couldβve said to you but instead he simply nodded and walked away, as if your words werenβt on repeat in his head for the entire week.
It was that day that drew him towards you, that made him crave you as if he couldnβt exist without you, as if every beat of his heart was solely for you.
It was that day that you officially became his love, his soul. It was that day that he began watching over you, protecting you from afar as you went on with your daily life.
He did feel guilty when he saw you break down after watching the news of the slaughtered man, but he didnβt regret what he did. Donβt you know he did that for you? To protect you? To keep you safe?
He swore to himself that heβd never leave you.
He swore to himself that heβd show you just how much you mean to him. You never had a problem with the restocking, the laundry, the gifts, so why would you have a problem against this?
He seems to relax at the sight of your sobbing coming to a halt an he finally removed his hand off your mouth, wrapping it against your waist to pull you further against him.
Your tears cleared from your vision as you blinked them away and it was only then when you finally got a good look of his face. God, he was gorgeous.
His features were sharp but mesmerising to look at. His cheekbones were high, eyebrows arched in a way that made his stare captivating, and black glasses rested on the bridge of his nose that was so fucking perfect.
He let out a small laugh, pearly teeth on display as he smiled at you. βDβyou like what you see, baby?β
You shook your head, embarrassed as you felt heat rise onto your cheeks that he kissed once more.
His lips were so soft. Fuck.
βI know youβre scared, I understand that-β His fingers brush your hair away from your face as he cups your jaw, ensuring you keep your eyes on him and him only, βbut youβll see, baby. Youβll see that you and I are meant to be. We always have been.β
You would have called him crazy if he wasnβt holding you with such tenderness as if you were his whole world. You would have spat in his face if you didnβt feel his need for you radiate off his lips that he just couldnβt keep off you.
You would have fought against him if his eyes didnβt hold every bit of his love for you that he wasnβt able to put into words.
He was weak for you, and he wasnβt ashamed to show it. He wanted you to know, to see his desperation.
He wanted you to know how much he cared for you.
You realised that there was no escape even if you tried. But maybe you didnβt need one.
Maybe, all you needed was him.
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i apologise to everybody who chose βsit on itβ and βtake itβ on the poll, i decided to post this instead βΉοΈ this is the longest thing iβve ever written, i tried to make it good! i love you guys and i appreciate all the support youβve continuously given me, enjoy π
