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@silasthegremlinn sometimes i post here :)
- call me silas!
- i’m gender-fluid and prefer they/them at the moment
- i’m 19
ummm that’s everything for now
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I noticed her before she ever said a word.
Next-door neighbor. Too quiet. Too polite. Always lowering her eyes when I passed her in the hallway, but never missing a step. She moved in two months ago, and I’d catch her sometimes, standing by the window too long, staring out with an empty mug in her hand. Not looking at the street. Looking at me.
I let her watch.
Towel low on my hips. Smoking on the balcony. Cracking my window open when I got out of the shower just enough for her to see the steam curl past my bare chest. I gave her something to crave. Because I knew the look in her eyes, like she already belonged to me, and I hadn’t even touched her yet.
But then I started finding signs.
The subtle shit. My trash bin outside, moved just an inch. My hoodie, the one I left on my fire escape one night, suddenly folded and draped back on the railing. The scent of her perfume near my door when I came home too late.
She was watching more than I let her.
And one night, I left the door unlocked.
Just slightly. Just enough.
And hours later, I heard it.
The faintest click of the handle.
I didn’t move.
I let her think I was asleep.
She came in barefoot. Quiet. But not careful enough. I heard the shift of weight near the bed, the tiniest exhale when she saw me. I cracked one eye open, just a sliver, and caught the outline of her, wearing one of my shirts. My fucking shirt. Her hand lifted, about to touch me.
I grabbed her wrist.
She gasped. Tried to pull away.
I yanked her down onto the bed, flipped her beneath me in one hard, trained movement, pinning her wrists above her head.
“Thought you were clever, didn’t you?” I growled into her ear. “Sneaking into my space. Wearing my scent. Touching me while I sleep like a desperate little voyeur.”
She was trembling. Breathing fast.
But she didn’t say no.
She licked her lips, looked up at me with eyes glassy and wicked. “You left the door open,” she whispered.
I smiled.
“Because I wanted to catch you.”
And then I claimed her.
My mouth crashed down onto hers. Rough. Possessive. Tongue deep, tasting that need she’d been hiding for weeks. I ripped my shirt off her, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My hand wrapped around her throat, holding her still while I dragged my teeth down her jaw.
She arched into me. Grinding. Panting. Wet already.
“You came in here thinking you’d get away with watching,” I growled, sliding my hand between her legs. She was soaked. Dripping. I shoved two fingers in without warning, and she cried out.
“But now you’re the one getting used.”
She moaned, back arching off the bed, eyes rolling back as I fucked her with my fingers hard and slow, my other hand still wrapped around her throat.
Her thighs started to shake.
“You’re not allowed to come until I say so,” I whispered, biting her earlobe. “Don’t you dare.” She whimpered, already close, body betraying her.I pulled my fingers out. She gasped in protest.
“Don’t worry, baby,” I smirked, lining myself up, dragging the head of my cock along her slick slit. “You’ll come. When I fuck it out of you.”
I slammed into her.
She screamed; my name, over and over.
I didn’t stop. Didn’t go soft. I took everything. Thrust after thrust, bruising her thighs, wrecking her breath, shoving her legs open wider with each stroke. Her hands clawed at my back, her body breaking beneath me, desperate for release.
And when I finally said, “Come for me, stalker girl,” she shattered, loud, messy, clenching around me as I came deep inside her.
She collapsed. Barely breathing. Skin flushed. Mind gone.
I leaned down, lips to her ear.
“Next time you break into my place,” I whispered, “be ready to beg first.”
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Don’t mind me just shooting green aura into your eyes as you read this auaaauhuaaaaaaaaaaauauauuauaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauaaaauaauuuuuuuuuuuuuauuuuuuuauauauaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
don’t fucking heal me
Oh god you wish this green shit healed
You just projectile vomited on me and called it green aura. Freak
don’t you vomit on honeycombs and call it honey?
Yeah but when i do it its actually cool and awesome and not noticeably green!
Oh okay that’s fair
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we’re really at that point in the year where no one cares about anything huh
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My psych professor mentioned swaddling in lecture so I emailed him a picture of me being swaddled in my dorm room and asked if I could get extra credit because it was really hot in there and I got really sweaty and he was like “fabulous, sure”
I’m going to miss the Honors Advisor from my university.
This is definitely my favorite email i’ve recieved from a professor, with the subject line “back at it”.