#stalker!dex

Stalker!Dex who tilted his head when you comforted the woman and didn’t expect anything in return. It wasn’t performative. You even smiled when you told her everyone deserved a bit of kindness and to pay it forward to someone else.

Stalker!Dex who spent a good portion of his life seeing the worst in people. Lies, manipulation, violence, selfiness. Always a catch for helping others. But seemingly not you.

Stalker!Dex who felt his heart stop when you turned to leave and smiled right at him. It almost blinded him because no one smiled at him like that.

Stalker!Dex who breathed in a bit too deeply when you walked by him, the gentle scent of your perfume filling his nostrils. It unsettled him how much he liked it.

Stalker!Dex who didn’t mean to follow you out of the coffee shop, but he did. He had to make sure you got to wherever you were going safely. That was all.

Stalker!Dex who maintained a safe distance so you wouldn’t catch on. He almost smiled when he caught the small bounce in your step, like the darkness of the city didn’t taint you. It was… fascinating.

Stalker!Dex who stopped when you did, watching as you took a snack from your purse and handed it to a homeless man. Once again, it wasn’t for show. You were just being kind.

Stalker!Dex who lingered when you crouched down and whispered to a stray cat like it was an old friend. He didn’t understand how someone could be so gentle to a creature that hissed at everyone else that walked by.

Stalker!Dex who felt something twist in his chest when you laughed at the cat’s grumpy meow before it brushed against your hand. It sounded so bright. He wanted to hear it again.

Stalker!Dex who kept following you to make sure no one with bad intentions got too close to you. He didn’t have bad intentions. He was a good guy.

Stalker!Dex who stared hard at the building you walked toward, already scoping out the flaws in the design. It was safe but not safe enough. Anyone could get in and that wasn’t good.

Stalker!Dex who watched you hold the door patiently for an elderly man, letting him take his time. You even offered an arm like it wasn’t a big deal in case he needed it.

Stalker!Dex who let out a breath when you went inside safely, his heart racing unexpectedly. He didn’t like that you were out of his sight. Not at all.

Stalker!Dex who didn’t fully understand. He didn’t know you, but he could tell you were soft. Trusting. Good. The kind of person the world liked to chew up and spit out.

Stalker!Dex who decided then and there he should keep an eye on you. Learn your routine if you had one. For your safety, of course. Nothing more.

Stalker!Dex who was lying to himself because you were already under his skin. You just didn’t know it yet.

What do we think, lovelies? What do we want to see? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

stalker!dex has a strict program about your surveillance , as he calls it ; this is not any kind of psychotic and inordinary stalking , no . obviously you would not think of it in this way if you learned how freely he roamed at your place the moment you left for work,his calloused hands touching the ruffled duvet as he takes large breaths of your vanilla perfume,the soft aroma engulfing his nostrils and gifting him an unique diziness that battled the one your presence generated .

stalker!dex definetely believes you two are meant to be ; you are not just any of his standard obsessions , he could tell from the very first time you smiled at him at that old bookstore in downtown Brooklyn you were made for him, your eyes disappearing as you gifted him one of the most heartful and empathic smiles , cheeks rising cutely as his acquired a strong shade of pink .

stalker!dex keeps track of your every moment as your phone is already sharing your location with his smartphone,the blue dot of your presence reminding him of his duty to protect and serve you for the higher sake of your safety and well being , of course.

stalker!dex keeps an actual track of your most visited places in New York in his notes, sketches and shaky handwritten notes fill thousands of the digital pages as the list starts from your favorite shops and restaraunts to the city’s most famous underground clubs. Private entries and guarded club doors he was not used to , but one decisive look paired with the profound outline of his glock that nestled in his leather belt always forced the gates ,of whatever low quality hell of a club you would choose once a night ,open wide .

stalker!dex does not approve of your late night dates with your girlfriends as the laugh and caresness of the female company can distract you from the lurking and arcane dangers. However, he cannot blame you for the immature and naive behavior; it was his destined job to protect you he'd remind himself as he wears his black cap and snatches the matching pair of binoculars in case his future position-one that was usually precisely studied and decided-did not allow him a crystal clear view of you .

stalker!dex who bears holes into the eyes of the pathetic men that dare to bother you at the clubs , the cafeteria , the library - god he wanted to smash the head of every single one of these losers , not only because they had ridiculously thought they had the futile right to talk to you , but mainly due to their prominent lust-laced gazes . Their passion filled eyes unnerved him deeply as he clatched harder into the leather gloves he had previouly removed , his scaly hands cracking open at the sudden friction . His whole body itched and trembled with fury as his fist continuously came into contact with the already beaten up prick’s face , the terror and remorse portrayed in his expression thrilled him while the metallic taste of blood slipped into his mouth .

stalker!dex who carefully breaks into the apartment one hour after you have fallen asleep, a state he confirmed as his enhanched vision permitted him to keep track of the rhytmical rise and fall of your chest, your tense shoulders lowering slowly and your breath relaxing were his green cues to abandon hideaway and head towards your quiet appartment .

stalker!dex snoops into your bedtime drawers to examine the current organising problem of yours of course - the panties he steals as a proud trophy are nothing but a secondary concern, a collateral damage. There ,at the bottom of the stuffed cabinet, he had discovered your oldest journal ; even though he knew that you had given up on this salutary technique , he could not stop himself from reading the yellow hued pages , the wrinkles adorning his focused eyes and forehead accentuated as the dim moonlight blocked his vision.

stalker!dex who tidies up and cleans your appartment when you are too exhausted to do so - your eyes fluttering shut instinctively as the familiar,relaxing sensation of sleep takes over your body. One night when he felt particularly bold enough ,he readjusted your cotton blanket so it would cover the small of your back; his muscular hands hovering above the exposed skin as he fought the urge to caress your smooth spine .

stalker!dex who regularly assesses the availability of fresh and wholefood ingredients at the kitchen, clocking his tongue with frustruation as he only comes into contact with already open ,and long ago, expired pasta packages , the correspanding state of your empty fridge troubling him further . He made sure you had healthy food options everyday,the sudden variety of dietary choices never gave birth to an outrageous restlessness as you never seemed to acknowledge the constant restock of your vitals.

stalker!dex who mincingly hides stacks of cash beneath your squeaky matress or adds them into your already full everyday bags, the concealed dollars battling with the unfathomly many makeup products and keychains in the inside of your cases . He had overheard your complaints and pessimistic monologues about the vane financial situation you had positioned yourself in innumerably many times , which was why your eyes sparked with excitiment and “thank god”s were mumbled as you stumbled upon the God-placed money .

stalker!dex who creeps beneath your bathroom’s door as you drop your work clothes , neck tilting forward and sighs echoing while the cold water is still running . He watches as you step your foot into the shower , smooth skin glistening under the fluorescent lights while your backside faces him . The now lukewarm liquid falls into your exhausted body , hands coming into your hair as you enjoy the sudden change of temperature , the familiar sensation of warmth engulfing you completely . He rarely blinks at these particular times ; making sure that you don’t slip and fall on the cold tiles , of course . It’s a matter of safety - yet his hard cock and shallow moans cannot be concealed , his rough hand reaching downwards to palm the tent that forms in his slacks .

stalker!dex who condemnatory clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes as you reach out to the wooden bedroom drawer , the small , magenta machine buzzing softly as it nestles in between your legs . That sends him over the edge ; he wants to end this pleasurable madness by throwing the pathetic vibrator against the other side of the room so you can experience the unique pleasure you deserve . Not a random sex toy he saw you buy last week after your friend’s glorious encouragement; she was incredibly lucky you seemed to deeply like her .

stalker!dex who is fed up with hearing muffled moans escaping your pretty mouth as you viciously attempt to reach your climax ; his hand squeezing the base of his cock while he’s breathing harder , pupils dilated and nostrils flared as his pumping motions match your circular ones . He hates how you bite your lip and pout when you fail to come over the edge ; perhaps the only problem he is not familiar with , as hot,opaque liquid spills all over the dusty floors of his safespot . He wants to show you what real high tastes like , compel your legs to tremble ceaselessly as his sinful tongue explores every inch of your dripping cunt , his eyes rolling at the hopeful imagination .

stalker!dex decides to make the first move after …hmmmm … let’s say 6 months of restless and cautious stalking by paying for your daily coffee in that crossroad spot downtown . Your black headphones are cancelling the city’s bothersome noises, as he's standing behind you ; distance so close he can hear the rhythmical beat travel through the air , the constant hum of your voice following . He smiles unconsciously as he hears your order - of course it’s the usual decaf cappuccino, sweetened with 3 drops of liquid monk fruit and a splash of vanilla . “It’s on me ,buddy” he informs the cashier, your widen eyes proving your surprise as he gifts you a toothy smile , the unique chin dimple taunting you playfully . You sit at the closest table as soon as he picks up the order ,his eyes never leaving yours as you thank him for the kind gesture . “Oh it’s nothing ,sweetheart” he responds confidently , despite the fact that he didn’t feel worth of your attention and kindness for these kind of actions . No .These were too simple , monotonous and repeated.He proved his loyalty and devotion to you every day…because he took care of your safety !

stalker!dex who now possesses your phone number - at least with you handing to him deliberately, texts you immediately after you leave the bumped cafeteria , a naive smile adorning your face as you quickly type an answer . He seems kind, cute and funny . Really funny ,you thought . You actually smiled? He could swear that actually signaled the public start of your very own relationship.

stalker!dex has planned your first date months ago , perhaps at the second week of his surveillance ; he just had to discuss it with you , make sure you enjoyed visiting museums and having dinner at New York’s finest restaurants . He had no intention of showing off his wealth and power , no ; he just wanted to persuade you about his capabilities to keep you safe and sound .

stalker!dex arrives at your house 10 minutes earlier just to watch how you run all over the place , attempting to calm yourself down as you rush to apply the last dots of perfume - was it 5 or 6 sprays you put on ? Fuck , how had he forgotten ?

stalker!dex comes across as the kindest and purest soul, his relaxing and soothing aura always made you wonder how such a polite gentleman could be enlisted in the US army and later on become one of FBI’s most successful agents. However, that was all you knew about him; and considering the fact the mass of these delighting information sourced from the Internet blogs and news site unnerved you deeply,an unexplainable lump forming in your throat as you realized that he had not mention a single thing about him that night. You only knew his name, Jesus Christ. Remorse and iniquity created an unbearable sensation at the middle of your chest,tears gathering in your eyes as you felt incredible immature and naive, foolish to trust this arrogant man ; the spontaneous anxiety left his messages delivered the same night . However, Dex did not have to worry about that when he could just pay a visit at your very own apartment,express how this ignorance bothered him deeply ; his heart aching with every unseen or delivered message he sent .You two could sort this misunderstanment immediately ,he was sure of that ; which was why his hand hovered over the metallic doorknob of your bedroom before he twisted the rusty door softly, the squeaking of the hinge breaking the deathly silence .He stood under the doorway,the usual black cap concealing his face as your sleeping figure gifted him a profound chance of epiphany and clarity . As much as he would enjoy to wake you up by making unholy love to your passed out body , he knew it was way off limits , a literal amateur move .

stalker!dex gradually opens up to you,rarely shares thorough details of past personal life or work experiences ; he does not plan these dates for a free psychologist appointement,no - he signs up for your eternal mumbling since he loves how excited and passionate you evolve into when you discuss your deep interests . He watches as your eyes light up with gratitude and adoration as you mention the real reason behind your complicated major,your soft hands matching your enthusiastic tone and your optimistic persona as the energetic movements empasize your words to the point.

stalker!dex requests to move in together at the first two weeks of your relationship ,as this was the longest and toughest battle he had to put up, from the moment you two made it official . How could this -a relationship so real and worth fighting for-not instantly force you to live together?the constant obsessive voice deteriorating his worry ,as the poor guy he was ,well…handling , let out a choked scream ; the widened eyes of New York’s latest Vigilate known as Bullseye looking straight back at the victim’s drained,puffy eyes which were surrounded by an excessive amount of deep cuts and hideous wounds . That misogynistic prick, who claimed to be your boss, which not only flirted with you shamelessly , as you had told your closest colleaugue yesterday , but also inflicted heavy working schedules and overtime at your already brimmed to the top schedule . You would not have to work now anyway ; especially when you agreed on living together , this would be presented as unnegotiable in your mutual reality .

stalker!dex does not fail to creep you out remotely while he brazenly observes how the TV lights dance at your focused face , the way your eyebrows furrow and eyebrow rises slightly as the true crime documentary you are both watching - well only you are watching…the show- becomes a complex murder labyrinth. “I still don’t get why he would do that,Dexie.”you mumbled,the vibrations of your voice a therapeutical caress on his chest as your cheek’s pressed against it,your smaller body nestling into his soft embrace. “Well, I think he simply loved her”he responded,his muscural hand supporting his chin as he turned to the side to look at you ; strong and uncompromising disagreement flooded your eyes as a pathetic effort to hide the surprise his blunt-yet,extremely honest and simple - words provoked.

stalker!dex definetely wants to keep your precious relationship a secret , especially when he considers the unexpected trope his life had taken into the years ; from an obedient and hardworking FBI agent to a lethal ,unforgiving assasin whose fanatics-or commonly listed as haters- called him by the code name Bullseye. He could not sacrifice the most precise and sleek operation of his life because some rich , heartless person ; like Vanesa , learned he had identified his authentic mission , one that required your perpetual protection as a result of his invaluable devotion and adoration for your face . These people were not even worthy of mentioning her name he would think late at night,his one hand resting at the back of his head while the other one hold your exposed upper back tightly- not only in a possessive and assertive way , but in a futile attempt to guarantee your continuous presence .

stalker!dex , who’s now been your boyfriend for quite the time , never gave up on his old , wicked habits ; they gradually evolved into new, more personal - thus acceptable- obsessions .His past fixation—of watching you sleep at night, like some occult, unseen presence guarding over your unfolding—gradually evolved into a distinct inclination towards somnophilia. Returning home late from work , you vaguely recall the metallic sound of his keys ringing as he left them at the entrance table , his soundless footsteps following the way all to the bathroom . He's rushing , but you can’t tell ; your eyes feel heavy and droopy as you pathetically endeavor to remain awake . You want to talk to him , ask him how his day has been since you haven’t seen since the very morning ; when he dropped a sloppy , quiet messy kiss at your cheek before he headed for a steamy shower after his daily run . This was exactly what he was doing right now you guessed , mind drifting to the sweet embrace of sleep as you allowed your heavy eyelids to flutter shut . Dex knew - hoped- you would be asleep ; this was an unique opportunity to fulfill one of his greatest fantasies . Droplets of water collided with the wooden floors as he walked into your shared bedroom ;The chill of the nocturnal breeze would delay the drying of his sculpted body—but it mattered little; a trace of water, much like a trace of blood, had never troubled anyone.The white towel which was previously hugged his lower abdomen is now replaced with a pair of grey ,well ironed joggers . He didn’t want to rush this , no ; as he also didn’t want you waking up ,too. No , he must have you unconscious,passed out like this so he can see firsthand how your eyes will hesitantly open when the first kiss,a gentle caress lays on your body . He wants to capture the fear that will surely engulf your tired eyes when you will be unable to realise the state you’re in , the effects of deep sleep drugging your senses . He sits at the edge of the bed , the bouncy mattress filling under his heavy weight as he observes your peaceful face for any hint of discomfort or bother; nothing.The moon’s silver rays caress his face as he gazes upon you; his hands find the delicate edge of the covers, drawing them down with unhurried intent. Before him stands a goddess he cannot resist: your fine nightgown reveals the grace of your form, its white lace tracing the outline of your beauty, while the cool night air brushes against you, stirring a quiet, trembling allure.Your nipples harden as they come into contact with the chilly atmosphere, brows furrowing slightly as you search for the warm duvet . Dex’s breath hitches at your lethargic movements, his eyes, long attuned to the language of darkness, linger as he waits for you to fall into stillness.Carefully , his calloused fingers trail the surface of your leg ; goosebumps adorn the fine skin as the cold has left its mark on you . In the same way Dex does as he kisses the inside of your thighs , now manoeuvring himself between your legs so he can greet the only thing that’s been driving him wild all day . His touch is precise , like silk as he prompts your leg further away , allowing him to acquire a better view of your glistening mound . One wrong movement and you’ll wake up , one careless and you’ll break . He licks his lips as he gently removes your lace panties , the white fabric creating a sharp contrast with his evil,sinful nature . You’re an angel , he thinks . What have I done to deserve you ?

stalker!dex definitely knows when you’re period is about to arrive ; not only because you share your private information from the usual app with him , he knew way long ago before that permission . It’s easy - almost like a second nature to him - because he can pinpoint the timing of your ovulation ; he observes how you wake up with flushed cheeks those days or how your eyes glisten with lust , accompanied by a touch of adoration, as you look at him . He knows because you tussle and whine at you sleep , your fragile body rubbing against the sheets at night in a futile attempt to pleasure yourself through friction . Thank god ,he’s always there to stop these ridiculous acts and show you what real highs taste like .

stalker!Dex knows what you want before you say it , way before you even think about it . “I’d really fancy eating B&J right now , Dexie” you’d mumble to him as an old romcom you had chosen plays on TV. What can he say ? He bought one yesterday , since today was movie night and you always wanted something sweet at these particular times . So ,he just stands up from the couch to grab the cookie dough flavour ,that’s fighting with all of the other ice creams on the refrigerator, and a spoon from the counter , while an arrogant smirk plasters on his face .

stalker!Dex hyper fixates on taking unexpected pictures of you ; a stained , white tee of his is adorning your body as you’re making him breakfast , voice humming softly to a random , buoyant beat as the soft sizzling of the just burnt butter fills the air . Vanilla bourbon , fresh milk and chocolate are flooding the kitchen , an intoxicating aroma invading his senses ; the perfect balance of sweetness and boldness , just like you . He can’t help but grab the old polaroid from his perfectly organised office ; the need to capture the sincere moment is unbearable , the manipulative voices in his head taunting him to push the click button as an inanely effort to keep you here forever , with him and him only . However , the obsession doesn’t stop there ; your rugged breath and pants are echoing through the soundproof room , your orgasm’s high drugging your overstimulated senses as Dex observes you in awe . He pulls back carefully, his still hard cock exiting your velvety walls ; your cry out with denial , a unique kind of holy music to his ears , as he pulls out the second polaroid camera he has snuck inside the bedroom drawer . Your eyebrows furrow and you mumble something uncoherently as the absence of his warm embrace is making you crazy . The case of the camera feels lighweight on his hand,the smooth surface cold at the inside of his very red palm,as he spent the last 20 minutes fucking you doggy style-his hands tangling through your hair,tugging on the silky strands affirmatively while his free hand layed spanks over your jiggling ass . You would swear that his large handprint would not have evaporated yet - a constant reminder of his possesive and passionate nature . He raised his eyebrow to you as an subconscious way of reaffirming your certainty about this kind of valuability and exposure . A toothy smile adorning his sweaty-fucked out face as the camera’s lenses aligned with your naked body; goosebumps now appearing at the exposed skin as you patiently expected the longed for click .However,you just received a soft pat in the thigh as Dex mumbled “Turn around”; voice gruff and laced with anticipation as his dilated pupils swallowed you whole . You obeyed willingly , arching your back provocatively as the black laced panties attempted-but failed-to cover your bare backside . Dex couldn’t help but moan at the sight of his very own mark on your body - his large handprint now siiting proudly at the top of your asscheek as his hands instictively tapped at the camera’s most used button . It took every ounce of his FBI training and army practice to hold back , forbidding himself from throwing the old machine over his shoulder and then fuck you senseless into the matress. You smiled profoundly at the loud click ; his calloused fingers trailed the angry outline of your flushed skin , an arrogant smile plastered on his facade . He thrived off that - this undeniable physical and mental connection you two had . Soon , the dark polaroid was ready ; your bare ass almost took over the whole shot , as the lack of physical light blurried the background . Best believe that picture was the very first thing you say when you opened his wallet .

stalker!dex once in an established relationships keeps track of your digital footprint by claiming how he’s too old to participate in the world of social networking but he still wants to he informed . However, this is nothing but a horrendous excuse to acquire all of your accounts’ passwords and trace your online activities . Notifications marked as “new friend request ” storm over his phone screen ; the constant beep of this pathetic reminder taunts him torturously . This is utter bullshit. Who even came up with the name “friend request”? You couldn’t see it be he could envision it clearly ; these wicked, greedy strangers aren’t your friends . They would never be . That’s why , at the sudden glimpse of the provocative notification he switches over to his private laptop - fingers tapping vigorously into the keyboard as he’s manically attempting to break that poor man’s security oversight and track his IP address . In no longer than 10 minutes - 7 and 44 seconds to be precise- he has gained access to the user’s location ; saving it unhesitatingly to his files as he rushes to kiss you goodbye before he deals with that nuance up in person . Once and for all .