#Stalker bf

[princess-fae]

the jammies were tooooo cute not to show off

[californium98]

The Illusion of Choice

Stalker x reader

He let you do everything that a normal young woman could do. You went to market street every Saturday, church on Sunday, went to bars with your friends on the week days after work. You never ordered any alcohol when you went out and never talked to any men. Your friends were pretty modest in their endeavors as well, so they never questioned why you’d turn down every good looking man that offered you a drink. They figured you just liked taking in the nightlife in their company, choosing to be an observer rather than partake in the over indulgence characteristic of your surroundings.

He liked that people thought you were a good girl, but the only thing keeping you from misbehaving is the AirTag necklace he gifted you. The chain was long enough so that you could keep it tucked within your shirt leaving only custom charms of pink butterflies and green Ivy leaves to be seen above your shirt collar.

The weight of it against your chest made you sick.

“What did I say would happen? Hm?”

You were torn from your thoughts and brought back to the present reality. You were in a grimy alley, face pressed against a cold brick building, being scolded like an incompetent child by a man who insisted he’s your boyfriend.

He held the crushed remains of that piece of jewelry in one of his hands and in the other, he held your wrists behind your back. He told you that if you lost or broke his gift for you one more time, he’d make sure you’d never see the light of day again. You didn’t quite know what that meant, but you had witnessed enough of his temperament to know that it wasn’t just overblown theatrics.

As soon as you stomped the thing to pieces by the river, you knew you had done yourself in. You had contemplated throwing it into the current, but you knew if he thought you drowned, you’d be punished to within an inch of your life.

“I should punish you right where you stand.” He huffed while maneuvering something from his belt. You were relieved it wasn’t the belt itself he was swishing through the loops. The damning sound of duct tape being pulled from its roll interrupted your sense of relief.

“I give you freedoms, choices, I let you live in that shitty apartment for God’s sake. I give you one rule to abide by.” His breath became ragged as he fights your arms into a position where he can duct tape them together.

“One fucking rule.” He continues his rant, maneuvering your body easily as if you were a doll, even in your noncompliance.

“All I ask is that you keep your necklace with you at all times.” He shoves you forward prompting you towards his car that’s waiting at the end of the alley.

“And you can’t even do that.” There’s a lilt in his voice that indicates something that sounds like hurt, but it must be your imagination. A man like him doesn’t feel, not genuinely.

“So, now I have to do this.” He says quietly as he shoves you into his trunk.

[mrcreep]

You look so pretty when you're all bloody and crying

[sinfulstargazer]

Be a good girl and sneak out during your shift so I can edge you. And you have to walk around squeezing thighs and wet panties.

[untameablebrat]

i guess those cameras you set up are paying off

;-)💋💝

[vanillaicetribe]

[myperfectvictim]

"Easy, baby" as I push your thrashing torso back to the ground. My hand prying between your legs before you cease all movement. Frozen in place like a helpless doll. Your lips, and loud whimpers trapped beneath my palm, all you can do is listen. "Let me show you how sick you are."

[suicideassistance]

I will hold you down and force you to take it until you explode on me. Then degrade you for getting off on rape.

[whimsyvixen]

Ask me what type of romantic dreams I have at night.

The man in my dreams:

(He wasn't happy I escaped from my gilded cage)

[urbruisedgf]

I need someone with a high sex drive like mine

I literally want to be fucked all night and please don’t stop

[lilwhoresposts]

bored :(

[obsessionavecdescouteaux]

I happen to think you look very pretty when you’re tied up with my blade pressed against your neck

[stalkerr-daddy]

I’ve spent months tirelessly watching you, stalking your every move. After such a long time of watching you I decide that I need you, that you need to be mine. You lay down one night, thinking you’re going to sleep normally like every other night beforehand. At some point throughout the night you are randomly awoken, feeling like you’re being watched. As you open your eyes and sit up, you’re immediately shoved back down, a hand over your nose and mouth pinning you down to your bed. You try to scream, but your efforts are wasted breath. You see a masked face appear from the darkness and whisper into your ear “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” as a cold blade is pressed against your throat. I unzip my pants while you lay stiff in fear, I press my cock against the entrance of your hole and shove it inside. As my thrust build up with more and more desperation the blade digs deeper and deeper into your skin as I uncontrollably pound you. Groping your body and complimenting you the entire time, “you’re so perfect baby. You’re even more perfect this up close and personal.” You continue to lay tense in fear, unknowingly clenching harder around my cock. The pleasure is too much and I flood your pussy with cum, finally getting to cum inside of my perfect little prey. As I pull my cock out, cum dripping from your holes, I pick you up and say under my breath “You’re coming home with me babygirl.” You try to fight me, but as you feel something sharp pressed against your stomach, you are quickly reminded that you have no choice but to accept your fate. Accept that your life is changed as I shove you into the trunk of my car and I claim you as my little doll, my property forever.

[mrcreep]

Going on an evening hike as our first date but it quickly turns into me just stalking and hunting you down in the isolated woods while you try to get away from me

[sinfulstargazer]

Let them try, baby. Let them look, let them tilt me toward that edge. Because the more they try to take you, the more I’ll remind you who you belong to.

I’ll force my way into you, leave you shaking, marked, and ruined in ways only I can. Every scream, every gasp, every broken moan will be mine. I’ll take you harder, rougher, until there’s no doubt left, your body, your soul every inch of you I possess cause it belongs to me. Respectfully.

[pyrodolls]

hi i was wondering if you would do headcannons of the yan!fanboy if reader actually noticed him coming to all their shows and events

OBSESSED (SUPERFAN! YANDERE BOY X POPSTAR! READER)

WARNINGS: stalking, average yandere tendencies, nsfw, perverted yandere, gender neutral reader, mentions of naked reader but no genitalia addressed, dom reader, reader is compliant with the yandere and teases him a ton, lowercase intended. btw i do not condone yanderes irl.

A/N: i hope y'all know i read every single one of your asks, comments, and reblogs. i appreciate them all and they do brighten my day. i'm just saying this so y'all know that the stuff you send to other writers (not just me) matters a lot!! when you interact it gives them inspiration!!! and motivation!! me personally sometimes i see ONE kind reblog and i immediately get my ass up and start writing something just because of that one person. don't get me wrong, i still love all my lurkers that silently like a ton of my stuff, y'all are important too. anyways i'll shut up now onto the hcs. (btw this ended up being a fic instead of hcs i apologize. i went crazy over this i'm sorry anon LMAO)

"hey, you look pretty familiar. have you been to a few shows before?" you asked kindly, facing the short man in the front row of the audience.

bayani froze as the stadium's screens pointed to him. he opened his mouth in an attempt to say something, but nothing came out. his face went red and his throat went dry. did you actually notice him, or was he just dreaming?

after a few seconds of waiting for an answer, you shrugged. "sorry, maybe i mistook you for someone else. anyways..."

the yandere boy still didn't move, with his mouth agape, as you continued on with your show. the people around bayani didn't seem to care, assuming that he was just a starstruck fan. but it was more than that. much more than that.

out of the millions of fans that attend your shows and events, you recognized him among them. you noticed him. and he didn't know how to handle it. what was he supposed to say? what would you even talk about? sure, he's seen all of your interviews and heard your music and dissected your lyrics for hours every single day, but would you ever want to interact with him as much as he wanted to interact with you? he was just a lowlife. he had an average job, average amount of money, he lived in a shitty apartment, and he had no friends or major accomplishments. all of his free time outside of work was spent on you. spent on following your every move and investigating everything you've put your hands on. if you ever spoke to him, you'd probably think he was some sort of pathetic stalker.

that thought drove him mad. he couldn't even focus on the rest of your concert. he didn't hear the blaring music and screams from the crowd. he wasn't paying attention to your performance, either.

he could only stand there and imagine the punishments you'd inflict on him if you found out about his obsession. would you call your security to take him away? he'd hope not. if he's going to be kicked and pushed around, perhaps even handcuffed, he'd rather you do the job rather than some random guard. but maybe he'd accept the punishment, only because you were the one who deemed it necessary. he takes your word like gospel, so he'll take whatever punishment you want, even though he would prefer your hands on him while you do it.

his imagination ran wild as your concert finished and you walked off the stage with your dancers. the crowd of fans in the stadium dispersed around him, moving along with their day. but bayani couldn't just move on with his day knowing that you know he exists now. how is he supposed to simply move on from that? he spent a long time making sure you never noticed him. even though he attended every single one of your concerts and events, he did not want to be noticed. he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. but it finally happened. he finally got a taste of what it's like to be seen by the love of his life. he couldn't just leave it at that. he had to do something about it.

being under your gaze, even if it was only a few seconds, made him feel like he went to heaven. it made all of the hundreds of dollars he spent on you worth it. all of the hours he spent listening to your music and watching videos of you was worth it. it was like he awoke from a slumber. a long, miserable slumber. he had to find a way to thank you. say something to you. he messed up when he simply froze after you saw him. who knows when he'll get another chance like that?

it took a few hours for the stadium to be empty, and the security started to shoo bayani away. but when he went outside, the parking lot was still full. your concert ended hours ago, but there was still loads of cars trying to leave. it would be frustrating, but bayani had to find a way out quickly.

he climbed on the back of a nearby truck and rested his legs there, waiting patiently for the vehicle to move out of the traffic. even though he knew the truck wouldn't go anywhere near your mansion, he knew how to get to your house on foot. he only needed to rest on the truck until the traffic was gone.

after a few hours on the road, he jumped out of the vehicle, and started to walk to your mansion on foot. he didn't need to look up the location online, because he already knew where it was. he visited your home many times in the past, he just never attempted to go inside before.

his veins were on fire and he started to sweat the closer he got. he was starting to have second thoughts about his idea. but there was no time to go back, because he already showed up to your house before he could change his plans.

to get inside, he had to climb up a tree, jump off of it, and land in your backyard. he used that trick often in the past, since it was not his first time going to your house. he often snuck on your property to watch or take pictures of you while you slept.

he tried opening your bedroom window, but it was locked. he had to try a different one.

he went over to a window beside your bedroom, and thankfully, it was unlocked. but the moment he opened the window, he heard the sound of water running and your familiar voice humming a song. were you in the shower?

bayani climbed inside as quietly as possible, and closed the window behind him. his suspicions were correct. he was in your bathroom, and you were taking a shower. your curtains covered up your figure, so he couldn't see you.

bayani looked to the side of the room and saw a pile of your dirty clothes on the floor. he ran up to it and immediately took a large whiff at the pile. it smelled divine to him. he couldn't get enough of it. he quickly spotted your used underwear in the pile and snatched it without thinking, then he stuffed it in his pocket. you wouldn't notice, right?

before he could take the rest of your clothes, the water suddenly stopped. bayani ran to hide, in a spot where you couldn't see him but he could see you. you opened the shower curtains and stepped out with a towel in your hands. you were completely naked, and still drenched in water. bayani felt like he died and went to heaven again that day. he couldn't believe what he was seeing. you were completely naked, right in front of his eyes. ignoring the puddle in his pants, he nervously fumbled around his pockets, trying to find his phone. there was no way he could pass up an opportunity like this. without hesitation, he snapped a photo of you.

but he didn't notice that the flash was on.

he froze, and you looked towards him. neither of you said a word, and bayani saw his future flash before his eyes. you would probably scream for security and he would get taken away to prison, never to see your face again. his life would be over.

"you're the guy i've been seeing everywhere, huh?" you whispered.

"...are you going to, uh... send me away?" bayani gulped.

you thought about it for a moment. this guy clearly cared a lot about you, because you saw him literally everywhere you went. no matter what country you visited, he was always there. even if you didn't tell a single soul where you were going, he was somehow always there. you even saw him on your property a few times, so you knew how crazy he was. but you still let him do it. and you never reported him, either. you knew exactly what he wanted. you could always hear him moaning outside your window, knowing he would have one hand down his pants and a camera on the other.

he was cute, so why not have some fun with him?

"come here." you commanded. he followed your order without thinking, immediately falling down to his knees in front of you.

you grabbed his chin, and made him look up at you. he felt hot tears well up in his eyes as you stared him down. he didn't say a word, but you knew exactly what he was thinking.

you pressed your knee against the wet stain on his pants, and he let out a pathetic whimper. he was getting off on it.

he didn't know what to do. his dreams were finally coming true. he got noticed by you, got into your house, saw you naked, and you finally touched him. he was overwhelmed, and started crying. he didn't mean to look so weak in front of you for a first impression, but he couldn't help it. besides, he'd make a fool out of himself any day for you.

"you're so pathetic.. you've been stalking me for so long, and now you break into my house to see me naked. i could call the police and have you arrested..." you whispered, as you started putting more pressure on his crotch, moving your knee up and down on it, and inching your face closer to his.

he sobbed, “please, don't! i promise, it'll never happen again. i'll stop, i'll do whatever you want, i'll-"

you cut him off by connecting your lips to his, setting his heart on fire. you pulled away after a few seconds, leaving him speechless. there's no way you just kissed him. he had to be dreaming.

and then you moved your knee away from his crotch right before he could cum, making him let out a whimper and crumble to the ground.

"thanks for letting me have some fun with you. we can do this again soon.. if you be a good boy and return my underwear." you winked, walking away and leaving bayani a hard, pathetic, leaking mess on your bathroom floor.