݂ ⑅ warnings ❤︎ slightly suggestive blurb , stalking , mentions of masturbation , Yandere!Tim x Yandere!reader , afab!reader , no use of Y/N
݂ ⑅ n𑄝tes ❤︎ yandere on yandere anybody ...? 👀
The sound of Tim's camera shuttering almost fell dead against the clouds weeping rain from above, a light flash arose every-time his finger greedily snapped another photo.
Tim figured that since he didn't have much to do while out patrolling that he'd stop by for a little visit near your apartment.
He'd always perch on top of the complex directly next to yours, crouched down with his masked eyes glued behind that camera of his— Snapping candid photos of you doing whatever you did in the comfort of your home.
Tim loved you but never had the courage to love you out loud, he'd been scared at the thought of you finding out of his little "hobby" so he always kept himself hidden in the shadows. Loving you from a distance.
He'd do anything just for your touch alone. God— Even the sound of your voice does things to him
Tim spent hours just admiring you from the screen of his camera, palming his dick imagining it was your hand instead of his calloused ones.
His eyes narrowed down curiously at your movements, lowering his camera for just a few moments before using it to try and zoom into whatever was in your hands.
You were doing something, carrying around a small box as it seemed like you were rearranging something on your wall.
Unfortunately from his view, he couldn't quite see as your curtain blocked off half of your room, Tim pouted and maneuvered towards your balcony with ease— Gloved fingers still curled around his camera.
He landed quietly on the marble flooring of your balcony, blending in perfectly with the night.
The sound of your voice humming a small tune made his heart thump faster, his grip faltering from his camera as he strapped it away on his belt. His fingers subconsciously pressed onto the glass doors, your back turned away from whatever stalked outside in the dark.
Unexpectedly, you let out a string of giggles— Whispering something to yourself as you slowly fell onto your knees with a sharp thud against the carpeted ground.
Tim could see clearly what exactly you were doing.
In front of you laid out a small shrine of things dedicated to Tim. A number of polaroids taken from different angles, times, and places of him that easily rivaled his collection, pieces of trash he'd thrown away accumulated right next to personal belongings Tim noticed he'd been missing.
He didn't know what to do in that moment, he just watched as you muttered out soft words of devotion towards your little sacred place.
You loved him just as much as he did. You obsessed over every little thing he did like he'd done for you.
Fuck, the way you'd get on your knees for Tim like he was some sort of God awoke something so carnal inside of him.
He could feel the fabric of his pants getting tighter and tighter the more he watched you, his breath fogging up the glass of your door as he pressed his forehead against it.
Tim bit his lip, trying to hide that sickly sweet smile that twisted it's way onto his lips.
"You'll have me soon enough my love.."
He whispered, the rasp of his voice falling deaf over the sound of the rain pouring from up above,
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