#stalker x reader

Tw: death, blood and it is described a bit

Part 1

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You could only stare up at him in horror from what he said. You could still hear her. Choking on her blood, her trying to cough it out so she could breathe but you knew no matter what you did there was no hope in saving her. She would soon die from how deep her wounds were and how she was loosing blood.

“N-no.. we can’t..” You started to shake your head as you slowly came out of the shock. You tried pulling away from him but his grip only tightened. Tugging you back to him as he looked at you with faux concern.

“Shh shh.. shh.. it’s okay. No one will find out.” He whispered softly. As if someone finding out was the only concern there was about all of this. His hand on your cheek moved up a bit, wiping at the tears starting to fall.

When did you start crying?

yandere! stalker who first met you in the school library. He accidentally bumped into you, causing him to drop the books in his hands. He apologized profusely, avoiding eye contact as his hands scrambled to gather the books.

yandere! stalker who didn't expect you to help him. He froze, watching you pick them up. Normally, people would ignore him or look at him with disgust. But you didn't. You smiled, apologizing as you handed over his books.

yandere! stalker who never stopped thinking of you after that incident. After that day, he stalked you, figuring what your name was, what food you like, what your username was in social medias, how pretty you were, etc!

yandere! stalker who protects you from bad people! That jock who wouldn't stop bothering you even if you showed signs that you didn't want anything to do with him? Apparently, he drowned!

yandere! stalker who has trouble confessing to you! He's so clumsy and shy that he couldn't bear to talk to you. Instead, he would always send love letters and gifts signed by an anonymous! He would always put them in your locker.

yandere! stalker who notices your frown as he watches you read the letter. Why do you look so afraid? You shouldn't be! Shouldn't you be blushing and wondering who could have given you that note?

Yandere Batfam x Blogger! (Fem) Reader

Part 1

(not my art)

Writer's note: I love yandere Batfam (Romantic and platonic), so heres my fic about it, this will be a series idk how long but there will be more parts rest assured. Im also trying to write less than 2k words so that i can upload my fics faster.

Summery: What happens when a blogger, who writes theories and conspiracies about Superheroes (Mostly Gotham vigilantes), makes a theory that poses a threat to the Batfamily?

Warnings: not that many promenant ones, slut shaming ig? (Towards Brucie Wayne), mention of violence

Part1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Gotham. She was place of chaos but was also a home for vigilantes. In her light they lived their lives as normal civilians but under her canopy of darkness they emerged as protectors of the night. Under her shadow many of her residents held secrets that only came out in the night. One such person was you.

Although you weren’t a heroic warrior risking your life every night, you still had your alter ego that surfaced only under the cover of darkness. Every night, like clockwork, under the moon’s silver eyes you rapidly typed away at your keyboard, writing away like you were running out of time. Word after word, theory after theory, message after message, all tying knots between the secrets of Gotham’s vigilantes.

Ghost writer, that was your blog’s name. Over the past year it had immensely grown in popularity on reddit with people across the country reading your blogs analysing the vigilantes of Gotham along with superheroes of other cities as well.

However for the past couple of months, you had been making someone wild theories up about the man behind Batman’s mask along with the rest of the bats. This also happened to be seen by a certain sleep deprived bat, staring at his screen in disbelief.

His mouth slightly agape reading the blog that hit right on the bullseye, it was as if the blogger was retelling Batman’s plan to conceal his and the Batfamily’s identities.

“Has anyone ever wondered why Bruce Wayne acts so... irresponsibly? Bruce Wayne is a billionaire philanthropist, CEO of Wayne Enterprises yet with all this power, still videos of him acting like a playboy fool manage to leak. Wouldn’t he have enough power to hide those videos from the face of the earth or maybe he wants them to leak... Brucie Wayne acts like a playboy slut all the time infront of media with no regard to his reputation, very much unlike most billionaires, perhaps he does that on purpose, to hide his other identity… as Batman.

I know it sounds far fetched because Brucie Wayne and Batman are nothing alike which could also make perfect sense why they are the same person as no one would connect the dots between them. Not to mention Batman has 7 bats working alongside him and Bruce Wayne just so happens to have 7 wards, not to mention a new bat vigilante would emerge almost immediately before or after Bruce Wayne adopted a new ward. All this evidence ties a string between Batman and Bruce Wayne, a string that we, the public have been oblivious to for year. Apart from…...”

Tim kept reading the blog over and over again, not being able to rip his eyes away from the screen along with the staggering amount of attention it was gaining, when a brightly dressed hero arrived in the Batcave.

“Hey wat’ch up to Tim?”, Duked chirped, his figure now peering over Tim to glance at one of the Bat-computer’s screens that Tim was staring at. His eyes skimmed over the blog as well before an expression of shock washed over Duke’s face.

“Call Bruce”

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Bruce leaned back in his chair, head hung back, hand over his eyes. He let out a heavy sigh, years of fighting crime and protecting this city and now his entie life was being threatened by an unemployed couch potato blogger.

“Tim, I need you to look into this person, find a way into their life and stop them without... too much violence. Duke your job is already too important to throw another mission on you, so stick to your duties continue patrolling during the day”. He leaned forward now directly making eye contact with Tim then Duke.

“No one else gets to know about this”. He said that more as a command rather than a request, trying to keep this ghost writer ordeal to a minimum.

Duke and Tim nodded in obedience before Duke went back to his patrols. Bruce turned to Tim once again at the door.

“Make sure you keep me up on every single detail”, he remarked before turning to leave.

Tim cracked his knuckles and stretched his back before his hands began working at the speed of light. He hacked into your account until he found your personal details. 

(Name) L/n, 18 years old, student on scholarship at Gotham university, parents unknown, only familial relative, grandmother, deceased, lives in Cherry Hill.

“I guess I’ll be taking Pharmacy classes at Gotham university”

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> Perv! Soft Yandere Stalker x Reader

Part 2. / Part 3. (Coming soon)

> TW: This one-shot contains explicit sexual content, including public settings, voyeurism, and obsessive behavior. All characters involved are 22 years old or older. If this kind of content makes you uncomfortable, please refrain from reading further.

> English is not my first language, I’m doing my best with the little bit of knowledge that I have, so, please excuse my grammar mistakes, also, if you would like to leave a correction or any recommendations, I’m willing to hear it, without wasting more of your time, please enjoy.

Pt. 1 / More coming soon (maybe)

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Pic taken from @樂怡伍 on Pinterest, but I'm not sure if it's theirs since it doesn't have a "signature" or watermark, credits to the respective artist.

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a/n : hiii!! this is my first fic ever posted!! light spoiler for season two of animal kingdom but otherwise please enjoy!

cw! : stalker!pope x f!reader, reader has afab anatomy, no use of y/n, cunnilingus, p in v, smut, male masturbation, brief mentions of drugs + alcohol, watching reader through windows, underwear thief/sniffer, slight ooc??, pervert!!!, calls reader Angel/refers to them as Angel, even amounts of plot and porn (maybe??), sex lowkey vanilla but oh well

wc: 4.7k — i just kept writing LMAO meant to be a drabble btw

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You were his and didn’t know it.

Andrew Pope Cody. A rather interesting individual. From his need to have order to having control over everything; From the risky jobs he and his brothers participated in to every waking thought of his. He liked being in control of everything the sun touched and more.

But what happens if there wasn’t something he was in control of?

The day he met you, you have consumed his mind.

He’s driving down towards the next job? His mind is occupied by you.

Rearranging the kitchen cabinets? Pictures of you in that dress from last week's party.

Watching TV? Wishing you were next to him.

Brushing his teeth? Wishing you were in the sink next to him brushing yours as well.

Eating Smurf’s dinner? Wishing it was you who had made it.

It had gotten to the point where if he even caught a whiff of the shampoo you used out in the public, he’d be scanning the area for the trace of you. If someone had the same laugh as yours, he’d be searching for the source of the sound. His heart would get caught in his throat if he saw someone who looked like you from behind, getting the courage to interact before realizing it wasn’t you when they turned around.

Even late at night when he lays on top of his neatly made bed, hands folded on top of his abdomen staring at the blank ceiling. His mind couldn’t help but picture what you were doing at this late hour. Were you even thinking about him? Did you know he existed? Did you know what you were doing to him with that smile of yours?

Last time he was this infatuated with someone was Catherine, Baz’s — His brother’s wife. Now he truly loved her but she ended up choosing Baz. But then Smurf got into his head, saying things like she was working with the cops and they simply couldn’t have that. Resulting in him murdering her in the middle of the night; The feeling of him smothering her face with her pillow in the bed she and Baz shared. He didn’t stop until her body went limp, he remained above her for what felt like an eternity realizing what he had done.

But Andrew kept telling himself it had to be done. For the safety of his family. Besides he planned to never get an angel like you involved into this mess, let alone see that side of him.

That’s what he told himself as he parked in the street outside of your quiet home near the beach, his black jeep blending in with the dark of night as he watched over your home. Watching as you moved through the windows, blissfully unaware of the man outside.

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You on the other hand? You noticed Pope at the party two weeks ago and couldn’t stop thinking about those hazel eyes of his. Or how his large calloused hands would feel on your soft skin, especially around your throat. You didn’t know of the Cody family until you caught wind of a large party that had great weed; Amongst other drugs mixed with top shelf alcohol. Not to mention a pool, which was perfect for the hot summer weather.

You had spent the majority of the night on one of the pool lounge chairs, joint between your lips as you took a deep drag. Your gaze looking over the drunken crowd; Some on the water, others dancing to the loud music and the rest? Probably inside having a large orgy — But that was just word that circulated through the party.

But when your gaze got caught onto a man who blended in with the shadows and faint lights of the pool? You. Were. Hooked. There was something about his presence that drew you to him, like a moth to a flame; But of course when his gaze snapped towards you, you had looked away. Was it because you were embarrassed from being caught? Or simply because someone like him looked at you — Not in your direction, but at you.

You had spent the rest of the night stealing glances from him, lingering around corners. What you didn’t know was that he was doing the exact same thing. Following you around the party like some guard, remaining in the quiet shadows — Watching your every move.

The way you would glide through the floor, dancing with strangers — His fists clenching at his sides to keep control whenever someone got a little too close or hands wandering over your form a little too inappropriately. Not to mention the way your dress would ride up slightly exposing more of your legs, it almost was too much for Andrew — He reluctantly looked away to not focus on the fact he could feel his pants growing tight at your exposed skin.

The rest of that night was a blur for you. Next thing you truly remember was doing the walk of shame in the blinding morning light, heels in hand as you descended down the driveway and finding your car parked near the end.

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That brings us to today. You were running late for your shift at some coffee shop, you were just happy that it paid your rent — Even if you were living paycheck to paycheck.

You were scrambling to get dressed in jeans and some shirt that was clean; In truth what you wore didn’t matter for you’d end up putting some apron on over it. You were having trouble finding your jacket. Granted the weather didn’t require you to have one, but since that coffee shop resided near the waters it made the air feel much colder than what it was. You sighed running your fingers through your hair as you tied it back, “Guess I left it at..” It dawned on you, “The Cody’s. Must be by the pool? Fuck.” You muttered the last bit as you caught the time, you grabbed your purse and keys bolting out the front door.

You didn’t even notice the familiar black jeep lurking near your home, you told yourself it was a coincidence and that plenty of people owned one. Perhaps a neighbor had a guest? Yeah! That’s what you told yourself as you peeled out of your parking spot.

Once the coast was clear Andrew slipped out of his vehicle, he approached the home he’d been watching for the last few days since he saw you at that party. He easily picked the lock as if it were any other and let himself in through the main door. The scent of your home filled his senses as he closed the door behind him.

‘Is this a good idea? I shouldn’t be here.’

He thought to himself as his body moved through the home, mindlessly cleaning up the messy living room. “Messy Angel..” He murmured to himself as he found himself cleaning the dishes at least twice and wiping the counters down a few times to ensure they were clean. It wouldn’t be long until he was working his way down the hall towards your bedroom; The mere sight of clothes all over the flooring, unmade bedding — Even dishes on the nightstand made his skin crawl. He knows he shouldn’t be moving too much around, let alone even be here. But his body was moving without him thinking, his control was slipping more and more as he made your bed. Took care of the dishes on the nightstand.

Then it came to your clothes scattered on the floor, it started with him simply looking at them to determine whether the items were clean or not. But it didn’t take long until he was doing a smell check, ‘Fuck. If she came home right now to find some man in her bedroom sniffing her laundry…Can’t control it..I can’t tell if it’s her detergent or just her smelling this good. Almost addicting.’

Then he saw them. A pair of crimson red lace panties lazily with the dress he saw you in. ‘Naughty Angel wearing something like this? I suppose they’re considered dirty..But how would I know?’ He thought to himself as he was in a low squat, one knee on the ground as he held the dainty fabric between his calloused fingers. ‘One sniff wouldn’t hurt.’ Is what he told himself mentally as he held the fabric to his nose, taking a deep inhale and letting out a low groan that rumbled from his chest. ‘God I’m such a pervert.’ But that didn’t stop his pants from growing tight, he glanced at the clock; ‘She just went to work..I suppose I can take a small break, just have to be out of here before 4:00pm.’

It only took him seconds to be sat on your neatly made bed, one hand gripping the lace panties holding it to his nose while the other was unbuckling his belt to free his leaking cock! He pushed down just enough for it to spring out against his clothed abdomen, he saw how his tip glistened with pre-cum. “Fuck..” He groaned before spitting on his hand for some kind of lubricant before wrapping it around the base of his cock. He’d lay back on the soft mattress, his eyes fluttering shut as he continued to sniff your used panties. Your natural pheromones mixed with little sweat fueled his desire, not to mention the scent of your room making his head spin.

He stroked his cock slowly at first, he couldn’t remember the last time he had a moment to himself where he could touch himself. Low sounds fell from his parted lips as he continued stroking his hand pretending it was you — Or perhaps your mouth? Wondering how much of his thick cock you could take down your throat. Or even the mere idea of your cunt made him speed his hand up. He hadn’t even realized he was bucking his hips upwards into his hand, fucking it as if he were to fuck you. He would groan and moan your name in raspy whispers as images of you flooded behind his eyelids.

The knot in his lower abdomen only grew tighter as he chased his release, he had practically sniffed the panties to the point there was no scent of you left. Within seconds of him pulling the now scentless panties from his nose to toss aside he came harshly into his hand — Keeping the mess contained in his palm. He panted out ragged breath, his post-nut clarity catching up. He cursed to himself as he carefully tucked himself into his pants once more with the empty hand. Being careful with his other hand to not spill his release anywhere — He’d maneuver towards the bathroom to wash his hands, unable to look at himself in the mirror.

Afterwards, he swiped a different pair or two of your dirty panties; Stuffing them into his back pocket before finishing tidying up. Last step being to smooth out the bedding to make it appear untouched, fluffing the pillows just right before leaving the small home. Just as he was pulling away in his jeep he saw your car arriving home after a long day at work, ‘That was close. Too close.’

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You entered your home setting your items down, before flicking on the light and freezing in your steps. ‘Did I clean..? I must be going crazy, shit my jacket is still at their place. I’m too tired, I’ll try tomorrow since I’m off.’ You thought to yourself as you ate a leftover dish of pasta while watching whatever show you were into, but it didn’t matter because all you could focus on was the man you saw at that party.

You wondered what he was doing right now. Was he thinking of you? Probably not because you two haven’t even spoken, just played eye tag at a party two weeks ago! To be fair he was rather intimidating to look at, that cold stare of his? The one that made you feel like you were on some form of display only for him? That stare gave you goosebumps, yet your lower abdomen would pool with heat beneath the gaze. You told yourself it was the weed mixed with top shelf vodka messing with you as you cleaned up your dinner dish and made your way into your bedroom.

You paused at the sight. ‘I know for a fact this room wasn’t clean before I left. What the actual fuck is going on? Unless..Unless it was clean? Fuck my goldfish memory. I mean I was leaving in such a rush..’ You thought to yourself as you walked towards your bed, flopping onto it with exhaustion. Planning to just shower in the morning. You laid there kicking your pants off and sprawling out to get comfortable; That’s when you notice it.

A scent.

Not just any scent.

Men’s cologne.

It shot a chill up and down your spine as you laid there frozen. ‘Someone was here.’ You thought to yourself as you inhaled through your nose, as if trying to figure out the scent. It wasn’t strong but not subtle either. Hard to place it — Besides the lingering scent of weed. That smell you knew well. ‘Am I crazy? It smells like..Like that house? What the fuck..’ You though to yourself as you rolled onto your back, ‘Maybe that’s because I passed out here after the party? But it’s been two weeks..Fuck maybe it’s a sign to change my bedding? Whatever, just go to sleep. You’re overthinking.’

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Come morning, you woke up groggily to the sunlight filling your room. Reluctantly you pushed yourself out of bed, taking a shower and grabbing a quick bite to eat before getting inside your car. ‘No black jeep today? Must’ve just been a neighbor having a guest? Not my business.’ You thought quietly as you pulled out of the parking space, making your way through the familiar streets towards the Cody residence.

Upon arrival you never noticed the large gate, you pulled up to the speaker box where a man’s voice could be heard.

“Who is it?”

“Umm hello? Sorry to bother but I think I left my jacket here..?”

You felt stupid. It had been two weeks. Why now are you coming to get the jacket? Something was pulling you here. Maybe this was a mistake.

Suddenly the gate slowly swung open and you pulled forward. You parked the car and was greeted by none other than the man himself. The one you couldn’t get out of your head, you awkwardly park your car as he watched with that gaze of his and got out. You fidgeted with your fingers. Too distracted by him to see the exact jeep right in front of your car!

“You say you left a jacket here?” He spoke, voice rough as if he had just woken up — It must’ve been the guy on the speaker box.

“Yeah— I was here two weeks ago for some party? I know it’s weird coming here now to collect the jacket.” You spoke with a light smile.

“No problem. What did it look like?” He spoke already knowing the answer to the question; A black thin jacket with white stars patterned onto it.

“It’s a black jacket with stars on it? It—It’s cool if you guys don’t have it, I get it.”

“Nonsense. Come inside, I think it might be somewhere in the laundry.” He spoke, gesturing to you to follow.

Without a second thought you were following him inside the grand home, it looked different in the daytime and certainly better when not so crowded. It certainly was cleaner than she last saw it. He had you waiting in the kitchen area as he slipped towards where the laundry room was; You waited patiently, fingers tapping along the counter top but you being curious you started to walk through the home. Looking at the paintings or miscellaneous pictures that decorated the walls.

You would find yourself about to re-enter the kitchen space when something caught your eye. It was a bedroom door slightly opened, if that wasn’t tempting enough — You saw a pair of panties slightly hanging out of the dresser drawer, not just any panties. Your panties. You knew they were yours from the limited edition Victoria Secret hot pink panties with the custom gems that spelt your initials! They only sold a hundred of these and you managed to get a pair! Without thinking you were inside the room holding the panties, verifying that they were yours; The size, the gems, the color? “What the..” You murmured as you opened the drawer seeing a second pair of your panties.

You were startled by the bedroom door closing, you whipped your head to see Andrew standing there with your jacket in hand.

“Pope—“ You managed to get out, a name you overheard someone call him at that party.

“Andrew. Please call me Andrew. I didn’t think you’d be brave enough to snoop.” He hummed, stepping forward.

“I—I didn’t mean too..Besides! Why do you have my panties?!” You spoke holding the two pairs up in your hand — Despite the situation you found it hot. Really hot. God there was something wrong with you.

“You’ve infiltrated my thoughts, Angel. I can’t get you out of my head. I’ve been following you for two weeks, watching you sleep — I cleaned your house, hope you didn’t mind.” He spoke, admitting to it all as he now stood closer to you but you didn’t back away despite the voice in your head telling you to run.

That’s when it dawned on you. The black jeep. The fucking scent coming off of him and inside this room. He was into you just as you were into him. This was one way of doing it.

“That..That explains so much. I thought I was going crazy..” You spoke as he set your jacket on the dresser.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you Angel..I just want to keep you safe..I..” He trailed off trying to keep control of his fleeting mind, but suddenly everything went silent for him when he felt one of your hands cupping his cheek.

“You’ve captivated me Andrew. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that party. I suppose I was nervous coming back here for the jacket with the chance of seeing you.” You spoke as you felt his hands migrating onto your waist, thumbs brushing the soft fabric as if to ground himself.

“I need you Angel..Please..” He practically pleaded with those puppy eyes of his.

Granted you two were strangers. But something about living once or whatever silenced the doubt.

“I’m all yours..You made quite the impression. Who am I to deny a reward for your efforts? Hmm?”

“That’s all I need to hear.”

With that his lips were on yours, the stubble on his face felt rough against your skin. Your hands long forgetting the stolen panties as you dropped them, your hands getting lost into his slightly curled hair. His large hands roaming down to your hips, resting on the curve of your ass giving a squeeze before picking you up by the thighs and carrying you over towards the made bed. The only time the kiss broke was when he tossed you onto the bed, looking over your form with that look of needy hunger mixed with desire.

“Are you sure you want this?” He spoke untying your shoes and setting them aside neatly on the ground. Even putting your socks on top of the shoes for convenience.

“Yes..Please.” You hummed letting him slowly undress you, watching how he had a certain order things needed to be.

“Good Angel..Just say the word if you change your mind.”

You nod slightly giving him the green light, his fingers undoing your jeans swiftly and tugging them down; It wasn’t long until they were loosely folded onto the floor. He was settled between your thighs, kissing the soft skin from the side of each knee slowly working his way toward where you craved him most — Leaving a trail of hickies and opened mouthed kisses on the skin. He smiled softly against your skin seeing the slight damp spot on your grey panties.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already a mess..~” He hummed as he glanced up at your face, seeing the needy expression — You wanted him just as bad as he did.

“Oh yeah? I bet you like it. Seeing the mess in my panties? You gonna steal these as well?” You teased playfully, he only grinned wickedly.

“Oh I planned on it.” He murmured as he kissed the spot just above the waistband before pulling the panties off in a swift motion, shoving them into his back pocket — He wasn’t kidding! He truly intended on keeping them.

Before you could call him a ‘Pervert’ at the action, a moan fell from your mouth as he licked a stripe from your entrance and up towards your clit — Spreading the arousal with his tongue for a few licks before latching his mouth onto your clit. His circling it finding the right pressure to make you squirm, while his firm hands kept your thighs spread for him. Your hands lost into his hair as nothing but sounds of pleasure fell from your mouth.

“H—Holy shit..!” You moaned out throwing your head back into the pillows as your breathing was growing ragged, suddenly you could feel his tongue pushing inside your entrance to truly taste the source of you. Your gummy walls fluttering around his tongue — Granted you’ve had sex before with others, but nothing was compared to this! Soon he’d adjust your legs to where they’re draped over his shoulder, one hand your lower abdomen as he used the other to slowly pump his fingers inside of you. Starting with one, slowly stretching you around it before slipping in a second one all while his mouth was firmly latched onto that clit of yours.

Meanwhile, you were a gasping and moaning mess! Saying his name like a prayer mixed with scattered curses beneath your breath; Soon you would feel his hand on your lower abdomen start to push up your shirt, to palm your breast through the bra. With that you removed a hand from his hair, pulling your breasts out of your bra for him to properly fondle which he gladly did. His hand alternated between the soft breasts, pinching and lightly tugging at the nipples equally. Mixed in with kneading them as well.

“A—Andrew I’m gonna—Fuck— cum if you keep that up..!” You managed to get out between your lewd sounds of pleasure as he was pumping his fingers in and out of your slick cunt with a ‘come here’ motion being sure to hit that spongy spot as much as possible. All while his tongue doubled its efforts on your clit; It was growing to be all too much for you. Before you could even properly warn him about cumming, your thighs clamped around his head as your juices painted his mouth and chin. Your hips rocking slightly as you rode it out, body trembling with pleasure as you panted. All while he worked you through it. Slowly you relaxed, your thighs easing up and your fingers releasing his hair.

He looked up at your blissed out expression with a soft smile as he officially caught his breath, lips and chin shiny with your juices. He licked his fingers clean of you. “Absolutely beautiful..” He praised lightly as he climbed over your body, kissing you tenderly letting his tongue slip into your mouth and you got a proper taste of yourself. All while his hand undid his own jeans, shimming them off his form not caring about making them neat like the rest of your clothing. Too focused on pleasuring you.

He reluctantly pulled off of you to take off his clothing, giving you the chance to toss off your shirt and bra leaving the both of you exposed to each other. You noticed how his cock shined with pre-cum, the tip lightly pink and clearly aching for some kind of attention. He stares down at your form, for a moment all he sees is Catherine before he killed her. But your voice pulled him from such a trance.

“Everything okay..?” You innocently asked, noticing the falter in his gaze.

“Everything’s perfect..You’re just so beautiful, Angel.” He hummed as he leaned down once again, kissing your lips tenderly before lining his bare tip with your entrance.

Usually he would wear a condom. But with you? No. He wanted to feel all of you. On top of him already building a fantasy in his own mind of marrying you, having you carry his children and becoming the perfect housewife. Or just being his wife, mother of his children. But he was getting ahead of himself.

Slowly he pushed himself inside, keeping himself upright with his forearms on either side of you. His mouth latching onto your neck, already marking you as his. Your nails leaving screen shaped dents in his back as he started to thrust into you; Of course he started out gentle. Making sure he wasn’t hurting you, but once he felt your gummy walls clench around him and sucked him further in? It was over for him. This felt way better than fucking his hand and sniffing your panties. He could get addicted to this. To you.

You could feel yourself being stretched around his surprisingly girthy and fairly weighted cock. At first there was a stinging burning sensation but as you adjusted it turned into nothing but pleasure for you. Your legs wrapped around his waist to encourage him to move, you knew there were risks of no condom — You didn’t care. You were on birth control and this is what you’ve been thinking about for the last two weeks since seeing him at that party.

The room — Even the empty house was being filled with your moans and his groans of pleasure. The sound of his balls slapping against your skin, the way his headboard thumped rhythmically against the wall — You were sure there was gonna be a dent from the sheer force, if not the bed would certainly break beneath you two.

Andrew propped himself up a little bit more, changing the angle to hit the perfect internal spot and to admire his work of love bites that left purplish-reddish stains on your skin. Not to mention the teeth mark indents. He enjoyed watching your face contort in pleasure, “I want you to cum on my cock. I need to feel you clenching around me like a vice, can you do that for me Angel?” He cooed as he peppered kisses over his love bites, soon trailing back to your lips to steal a kiss or two as his thrusts never slowed.

“Yes..Yes!~ I—Mmphh—I’m gonna cum~ Gonna..Fuck, Andrew..” You managed to get out between desperate moans and kisses. Soon your body would arch into his, your nails dragging down his back slightly causing him to hiss in pain — But he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. “Good Angel..That’s it..” He coaxed softly as his hips started to move erratically as if he was chasing his own orgasm, wanting to cum at the exact moment you did. He would soon feel the way your legs locked around him, your walls squeezing and throbbing around his cock as if milking him as you moaned his name one more time. You would soon be painting his cock, ball and even thighs with your slick juices. He wasn’t too far behind, he had a couple more thrusts before he fully slammed himself inside of you. Pumping you full of his warm cum.

“Mine.” He rumbled from his chest but you were too fucked out of your mind to even process what he said. Still coming down from your high, he would slowly pull out leaving you empty and whimpering at the loss. He admired his creampie, pushing the excess back inside with his finger. “Mess Angel..Let’s get you cleaned up.” He hummed softly as he carefully scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom.

being depressed, alone and having no friends makes u vulnerable!! ofc who wouldn't take advantage of that?... or not advantage more of 'protection' he just wanted what's best for you

his room filled with pics of you , brushing your teeth , tearing up your own drawings with a cute pout on ur face from how upset u r , oh he loved it

he didn't follow you around often since you mostly sat in ur room so he decided to buy the house next door just so he can look through the window and watch his pretty girl lay on her bed with headphones on

When u did go out ...once in a blue moon ofc , he'd tag along! he saw you as a small bunny, fragile and weak , no one could protect you like he could

He learnt the exact times even made schedules of what you did day to day

eventually he became restless watching u afar , one day when your parents left he came over to introduce himself and acted surprised when he saw you , the way you looked so shy just greeting him made him want to pounce on you

He was hot ofc , so how could u not think of him? He noticed when you tried to look even more prettier than u were for him! Wearing cute clothes and washing your hair more often so it could have a glow

Sitting by your desk nervously looking over to his window to see him staring at you , at first you played it off but it happened so many times that u got embarrassed if u bedrotted for even a day and he saw

He gave his number to your parents which u ofc overheard and added it into ur phone... js for fun! But he saw it as more , a perfect time where he could confess his undying feelings

Texts with attachments of his body for u , he would spam you all the time , not a how r u but more of possesively saying your his

He'd call you his bunny , send cute plushies and clothes , his clothes mostly , he loved you did as told for him.. you were so desperately pathetic for his attention it was adorable!

At one point you could needy urself, humping your pillow wearing one of many shirts he sent while you imgained him holding your thighs and talking you through it

You of course left your curtains open maybe a lil part of you knew he could see in but in that moment u didn't care

After seeing you bascially in heat , he needed to show you how much care he give to ur needs!

a/n: wrote this slop to help me out of my slump. Enjoy

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He loitered around you like a creep. You always felt him watching you and more than once, you caught him staring. A hot coffee would be present on your work desk before you arrive. Your colleagues nudging you and giving you knowing smile. But you just felt uncomfortable. You didn't want any of his hospitality and you certainly didn't want him creeping around you.

He grew bolder as time went by. He'd brush his hands against your breasts and rub his bulge against your ass. He was good at making it as quick as possible, you felt like you were going crazy. You swear you felt a touch but no one's there.

ill be watching you — adrian chase

synopsis: adrian chase has been silently watching over you for months, always framing it as protection.

pairings: adrian chase/f!reader tags: yandere!adrian chase, stalker!adrian chase warnings: stalking, non consensual voyuerism, masturbation, sexual content word count: 1088

a/n: hi anon !! i know you requested this literally last year but im answering it now hehe, sorry for taking so long T-T

The night air was thick with the scent of wet pavement and blooming jasmine, heavy from an earlier rain that left puddles glinting under the streetlights. Adrian perched on the fire escape outside your window, his suit creaking faintly as he shifted, the leather clinging to his sweat-damp skin. His gloved fingers grazed the window frame, and his breath caught when he realized the latch was undone, the blinds left carelessly open.

A frown tugged at his lips, his jaw tightening as he stared through the glass. You were so careless. An unlocked window and an exposed view of you it made his stomach twist with something between anger and pity. Anyone could climb up here, anyone could slip inside, and you’d be none the wiser, vulnerable in your sleep. Anyone but him, of course. He was here to protect you, to keep the real creeps at bay, even if his own face under the mask looked a little too wild-eyed to be innocent.