Hello!! I am absolutely in love with your works 😭🫶 are you able to do stalker!blade but the reader knows hes stalking and they take it to their advantage (if yk what i mean..;)) and fem reader pls!!
ANONNN thank you for the compliment lovely 💕🫣 you just awakened several of my exhausted brain cells with that request therefore I love you for this im giggling and kicking the bed rn stalker blade is so ✨🌟✨ I have a brief gist of what you mean, but I can’t guarantee if I captured what you wanted perfectly. It’s like 2am when I first saw this request but I was so motivated ok plus I was horny 🤩
𓂃⊹ BLADE, who watches your every move and yet, you somewhat enjoy it. 𓂃⊹ WARNINGS ; fem reader, I loved this request so much 🤩🤩🤩, stalker!blade, pornography mentioning, classic handsome stalker, you tease him, yandere themes, pleasuring yourself because he’s watching lol; blade gets very very jealous, MINORS DNI
BLADE, who‘s calculating and precise, tracking down your every footstep like a predator chasing its prey.
At first, you didn’t notice. He was like the shadows itself, lurking right behind your back, but when you turned around, it would vanish like a wisp. The point that you noticed that he’s watching your every move is when he made an extremely tiny slip-up on covering his tracks- when you got home, your closet door was open by a small crack. Normally you probably wouldn’t have noticed, but you did thanks to the vibrant colored shirt you received as a gift (you never wore it because it was too bright, so it’s just hanging out in the closet for a couple of months now..) which was peeking behind the closet. Its sunny yellow diverted your attention to the suspicious sight. that’s weird… you thought to yourself, you had a suspicion someone had broken into your house. The handle was also shaking back and forth slightly. That was all you needed to know that someone was definitely inside your house right now, and it wasn’t long ago since they opened the closet. But you stayed calm, because you bet the stalker would be alerted if they knew you had noticed their presence. So with a shrug you open the closet and find clothes to dress into to get to sleep. When you opened your lingerie drawer, one or two of your panties were missing, too, which further highlighted and confirmed your final suspicions. What a pervert. You thought, but you wanted to try to provoke your stalker some more, curious of how they would react or not act at all. Nonchalantly, you stretch and slowly take off your clothes one by one. A sea-green sweater falls to the floor. Then your shorts, and you make sure you take it off gradually, so the fabric drags across your skin. You were sure he was watching. And your guess was correct- he indeed was, his lustful eyes taking in the very sight through a small crack in your wall. He’s filming this, it’s so.. it’s so simply holy for him, bliss bubbles through his body as he muffles his moans with one hand, his bulge hardening every time your delicate hands drag the fabric around. By the time you finally get to sleep, he returns to his hideout and watches the unbelievably gorgeous sight he had captured, pleasuring himself with his hard, angry cock rubbing against your panties he stole.
BLADE, who can’t bear to see you with another man, even though he’s never been with you either.
The man irked him. Whoever it was who kept talking to you, picking you up from your work, it pissed him off. Sometimes he would even ditch his work as a Stellaron Hunter to track you down, and see who you were meeting. Who you smiled at. This time it was another man, he was laughing and leaning forward to listen to your lovely voice. He would be just bare moments before slicing the male into tiny bits, he restrained himself by looking at your dazzling smile that just so easily calms him down. Even your smile doesn’t have the power to ease down his simmering hatred though. He keeps a predatory eye out on both of you and watch the man next to you attempt to flirt, you laugh and jokingly flirt back. Upon seeing this, the only thing he can do to restrain himself now is to hurt his already weakened skin, practically clawing at his own arms. When the man finally bids you goodbye is when he hunts him down. The next day when you fall the man, he doesn’t pick up- so you just assumed he didn’t want to talk to you, unbeknownst about the fact that the man was sprawled carelessly inside a dumpster, cuts littering across his skin, lifeless eyes gazing up.

























