#stalker jonathan

[slut4thebroken]

Assorted characters x stalker!reader hcs - pt. 2

Part 1

(Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Jackson Rippner, Spencer Reid, Stiles Stilinski, Bucky Barnes)

Jason Todd - You don’t ever confront him. He actually figures it out on his own. You were following him, walking half a block behind him, wondering where he was going. He suddenly turned a corner and you rushed to speed up to make sure you wouldn’t lose him. When you rounded the corner, a hand was gripping your neck tight enough to make you wheeze and pushing you against the wall. You clawed at his arm, already feeling lightheaded from the pressure, and once he got a good look at you, he seemed to realize who you were— the girl he helped a few weeks ago. He asked why you were following him and what you knew as you gasped for air, trying (not really though…) to remove his hand from your neck while squeezing your thighs together. He suddenly removed his hand and you took in a huge breath, then started coughing. Your relief didn’t last long though. Cold metal on your neck made you stiffen and you looked down, finding a knife against your skin. “You better start answering me or things are going to get a lot worse for you.” He warned, but that only made you want to do the opposite. You wanted to test him— see what he’d do to you once he snapped. When you couldn’t speak, he dug the knife into your skin a little harder and you let out a low moan, making him freeze. “Of course you’re getting off on this- fuckin hell.” He muttered, making you blush. “That why you’ve been following me, sweetheart?” He cooed mockingly. His gaze trailed over your flushed face and you bit your lip as you waited. “Still can’t talk?” He asked, giving you one last chance. “Fine. But let’s put that mouth to good use, yeah?” He forced you down onto your knees, the rough gravel making you wish you had worn pants instead of a skirt. He dragged the knife over your cheek as you got to work on freeing his cock. A sharp sting on your cheek made you gasp and you brought your hand up, feeling a small bead of blood leaving the wound. You looked up at him and he put the knife on your chin to tilt your head up even more. “I’m not a very patient man so I’d move a little faster if I were you.”

Jonathan Crane - One night you followed him excitedly, he was deviating from his normal schedule so this must have something to do with his alter ego. Since it was night and there weren’t many people out, you made sure to really keep your distance. When you rounded a corner, gas was being sprayed in your face, making you cough and sputter as you felt your heart start to beat faster in your chest. Your body grew sweaty and shaky, your breathing shallow. You felt hands on you, making you scream louder, then a hand was being placed over your mouth as you were dragged somewhere. Your brain couldn’t focus on the details, not with the fear response you were undergoing that was starting to manifest into actual hallucinations. After a while you eventually passed out, the stress being too much on your body, and woke up a few hours later on the floor in a dark building. You couldn’t see much, but suddenly a hand was gripping your hair from behind you and pulling you up into a sitting position. “Why are you following me?” The voice modulator in the mask made the question sound even more menacing and your body started trembling again. When you didn’t answer, he forced you around to face him and grabbed your cheeks to make sure you were looking at him. Through the mask you could see icy blue eyes that you’d recognize anywhere after staring at them for half a semester. “Professor..” You said breathily, a small smile forming on your lips. You knew he liked you just as much as you liked him. When you said that, he recoiled away from you with a sharp “What?” You explained that ever since you found out he was the newest villain terrorizing Gotham, you wondered if he’d want to use you for his experiments. You wondered what he’d do to you when you were incapacitated by fear, unable to fight back or protest. When you told him that you wished you had woken up with a sore cunt, you knew he was blushing under the mask, but he quickly recovered. “Aren’t you a depraved little thing… Is that why you’ve been stalking me? You want your professor to take advantage of you?” When you nodded eagerly he scoffed and stood up. “And what makes you think I’d be interested in a desperate fucking whore, huh?” You whined and looked away, biting your lip to keep from moaning. “My standards aren’t that low, sweetheart.” He condescended and you couldn’t keep the sounds down anymore. You pleaded— for what? You weren’t sure— and grabbed onto his pants leg, getting up onto your knees. You begged him for a chance, telling him that you’re not a desperate whore, not unless he wants you to be of course. “Don’t lie to yourself.” He scoffed. “I’ll give you what you want and in return I just want one thing.” “Anything,” You begged. “You.” You didn’t have time to ask him to clarify before gas was invading your senses again and he was pawing at your clothes, eagerly ripping them off your body, leaving them in tattered shreds on the floor.

Jackson Rippner - The only reason he found out was because you told him. You brought your hand gun to keep control of the situation, and that worked for a while… until you went up to his room. The second the door softly clicked shut, he was grabbing your hand and bending it backwards, making you cry out and loosen your grip until he managed to take the gun from you. “Stupid fucking slut thinks she can bring a little toy and get whatever she wants? I’m going to make you regret ever meeting me.” He growled, then proceeded to do the opposite. He fucked you so hard— so good— you knew you were ruined for any other man now. Nothing would ever compare to the way he held the gun against your temple and “forced” you to suck him off or the way he pushed you down deeper on his cock even though you were choking and gagging and crying. But most of all, nothing would ever compare to the way he fucked you— hard and rough, words blending praise and degradation seamlessly, making you beg him to spare your life as his cock rammed into your abused hole relentlessly.

Spencer Reid - He was able to figure out that you were following him. You’re his student and the first time he noticed you outside the classroom, he assumed it was just coincidence. But after the fourth time, when he would watch you try to act nonchalant like you really were just there for yourself and not because you were watching him, he knew his suspicions were correct. So one day after class he told you to stay behind for a minute. Your whole face flushed as your head raced with thoughts of what this could be about. What you didn’t expect though, when he brought you to his office then closed and locked the door, was for him to call you out. He told you about how he knew you were stalking him, then asked why. When you stammered out a pathetic response, he only got crueler. He called you stupid and needy and desperate, making your cunt fucking throb. When you whined, he let out a sharp laugh “of course you fucking like that” he said, making your blush darken. His punishment for your wanton behavior was far worse than any of your fantasies and you left his office with a bruised ass— that’s not even being dramatic, it was literally black and blue. The next day, his eyes were trained on you for the majority of the class, watching the way you squirmed uncomfortably in your seat.

Stiles Stilinski - (this one is giving Neil and violet in watching the detectives lol) (also this got so long but I don’t feel like editing it to make it shorter) The only reason Stiles found out was because of a stupid mistake. He was talking to you, asking about the homework since none of his friends were in the class you both shared, and it turned into a normal conversation. You were trying to focus on his words and not his lips or his fingers as they played with his flannel and because you were so flustered, you slipped up. You said something that you shouldn’t have known and he picked up on that instantly. “How do you know…” He asked, growing increasingly concerned. “H- oh my god… Do you spy on me?” He whispered, almost horrified. “That depends on how you define spying…” You said with faux innocence. “Oh my god- you spy on me! Why do you spy on me??” He exclaimed, drawing the attention of a few students. You grabbed his flannel and dragged him down the hall to the janitors closet, then shoved him inside. You told him how spying makes it sound so juvenile and your infatuation was anything but— which made him blush. When he called you creepy and rambled on for at least five minutes about how that was a complete invasion of privacy, your heart started to sink. You weren’t doing it out of creepiness... But then he started talking about how he didn’t understand why you’d want to spy on him of all people. Which you thought was stupid. He’s probably the most interesting person you’ve ever met— he blushed when you said that. Almost as if the stars aligned, you were paired together for a project. His recent discovery of your… infatuation, almost intrigued him. Honestly it felt like he was on the verge of a full blown adhd induced hyperfixation on you. When you showed up at his house with all of the materials you needed, he opened the door, then his jaw went slack at the sight of your low cut top. You spent the night laughing at his jokes, listening to his rants, inching closer to him, but he only seemed to notice when you placed your hand on his thigh. “W-what are you doing?” He squeaked, making you smile. “Nothing.” You shrugged innocently. “Wait..” He started when you slowly dragged your hand up his leg. “I can make you feel so good, Stiles. Please, will you let me?” He groaned and closed his eyes in response. Your hand reached the top of his thigh, but you stopped so that your finger was just barely brushing his crotch— his bulge. He opened his eyes and stared at you as you waited for permission, batting your eyelashes at him. “Have you ever watched me jerk off?” He asked suddenly and you almost choked on your spit from surprise. “No…” You muttered, almost sounding disappointed. “Go sit on the chair.” You tentatively stood up and walked over to his desk chair, watching as he pushed the books and papers aside to lay down. When he started unbuttoning his pants, you stiffened. “What are you doing?” You asked, staring at him with furrowed brows, your cunt starting to ache. “Stiles,” You whined, getting to your feet, but you quickly dropped back down when his voice lowered and he ordered you to ‘sit the fuck down.’ “You should be grateful I’m not making you watch from outside.” He said harshly as he took his cock in his hand and stroked slowly. Your mouth went dry and you subconsciously leaned forward in the chair, wanting more. Everytime you tried to get up though, he told you to sit down and threatened to make you leave, saying that he’d close all of the blinds and finish alone. And everytime you’d whine, but sit back down. He came on his stomach and you ached to lick it up, but he grabbed a tissue from his nightstand and wiped it up before tucking himself back in his pants. When he called you back over, you thought he was finally going to give you what you wanted, but he made you sit down and continue working on the project with him, completely ignoring the way you were whining and squirming.

Bucky Barnes - The way Bucky found out was probably the most humiliating way possible. He knocked on your door one night, asking if he could come in to talk to you about something. You eagerly agreed, wondering what he might say. He asked if you knew about his past, what he was made into. You answered honestly, not sure where he was going with this. Then he asked if you knew what the serum did. You, again, said “yes, it made you stronger.” He agreed and your confusion remained until he said that there was more. “It didn’t just give me enhanced strength, I have enhanced senses too.” Oh… You weren’t sure what he was trying to say though, which you voiced to him. “It means that I can hear your heartbeat from another room… I can smell your cunt when you start acting like a bitch in heat any time you’re around me for longer than five minutes.” He growled, making your eyes widen. He practically bullied you relentlessly about it, but the most humiliating part was when he pointed out how he could smell you right now. He could smell how needy your “pathetic fucking cunt” was getting just from his words. He said that he could practically taste it— that’s how wet you were. And when you tried to deny it, he forced a hand down your pants to find out for himself, laughing loudly when his fingers swiped through your obvious arousal, making your whole face turn red as your hips bucked forward from the contact. “So fucking wet.” He muttered, almost disgusted. But you could see the tent in his pants.

[hatter-and-dodo-in-wonderland]

With a friend we felt watched by our crushes

[marvelsgirl616]

Dark/Stalker!pope :)

[mightierthanthecanon]

Match Point (2005) dir. Woody Allen

[beepbeepboopity]

NTS: please draw Jon getting assaulted with a water hose for stalking Tim's house. "Get-off-mah-lawn" style, yk.

[every-dayiwakeup]

Neil cuts Billy's hair.

Billy doesn't want to be seen like this, but he has to go to school. Everyone's staring at him, and he wants to disappear. He's lost control of the one thing he can control in his life... his image.

Now he's got nothing.

But then King Steve actually sends a golden smile his way during Gym, tells him the new haircut suits him.

And Jonathan Byers, the stalker he's very much aware of, still has this look in his eyes that tells Billy he'll always want him.

Maybe his stupid hair is growing on him.

Billy starts to realize that in Neil cutting off his hair... the man he calls father has added fire to the smouldering flames in his belly. Billy's not angry at himself anymore.

Neil can't stand that he's reclaimed the haircut... He'd throw an even bigger tantrum if he knew it got Billy two boyfriends.

That knowledge is what keeps Billy going.

[qprstobin]

Tommy makes a really convenient villain for fics, especially pre or post-Billy, but idk I always found it interesting that neither Steve or Tommy really? Do all that much? They never actually get very physical, Tommy actively is trying to stop Jonathan by the end of the fight because he thinks it's gone too far and all he does to Steve is push him against his car and then later makes some shitty comments about his gf while they are in the shower.

As a trio they do break Jonathan's camera (... arguably not a crazy response considering how illegal and invasive the pictures were, even if they ended up being useful to Nancy's investigation) and they graffiti the theater which is stupid, petty, and illegal but like, not that crazy compared to things I have seen people have them do in fics lol.

Like, the Party's bullies are more violent than the Tommy, Steve, and Carol trio with the quarry incident! Honestly the trio just seem to be vibing, partying, and verbally hating on everyone which still isn't great but again, it's interesting that they are kind of held up as boogeymen in the series and by fandom when they just straight up haven't actually done all that much unless something directly affected them (i.e. Steve and his girlfriend getting peeped at; Steve supposedly getting cheated on).

@spacebarrette pointed out to me that the way the trio are written is more similar to girl bullies than the typical jock male bullies which puts a lot of things into perspective, and also is honestly a more interesting take on pre-upside down Steve imo.

(Not trying to discount verbal abuse/bullying here, either, just saying people act like Steve and Tommy are beating people up and giving them swirlies left and right when like, mostly they just seem to heckle people and gossip.)

[will80sbyers]

[undeaddisillusion]

Jonathan takes the creepy photos of Steve late at night and then Eddie comes over at the crack of dawn the next morning to help Jonathan develop them in his back-yard-dark-room-shed. With both of them working together they get it done pretty quickly, and with how many times they've done it, they work like a well oiled machine. Then they have the rest of the day to do whatever they want together...

Ohhh oh your mind- ooh yes

They spent the whole day jacking it together and talking about the absolute heinous things they would do to Steve given the chance. Talking about even making that chance happen, neither of them really think Steve is entirely straight, especially with multiple rumors going around about Steve 'accidentally' sneaking peaks in the boys locker room...

[onstrangerthighs]

Byergrove in a nutshell:

[slut4thebroken]

Assorted characters x stalker!reader hcs

For some reason I’ve been obsessed with stalker!reader ideas. Like for any of my current hyperfixation crushes lol. So here are some unofficial head canons I guess

(Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Jackson Rippner, Spencer Reid, Stiles Stilinski, Bucky Barnes)

Jason Todd - You met him one day on the street. Some guy was being a dick and not taking no for an answer. When he started yelling, Jason intervened. And you’ve been in love with him ever since. You know that he obviously loves you too, that’s why he was so kind to you that day— that’s why he leaves his blinds open and let’s you watch him change after taking a shower. That’s why he was “careless” enough to let you find out his alter ego. Why else would he have trusted you so much to share that secret with you if he wasn’t in love with you too?

Jonathan Crane - Along the same lines as Jason. But you’re a student in his class. Everyday you sit in the front, your chin resting on your hand as you stare at him, mesmerized by his smooth voice and pretty face. You like the reaction you get when he makes eye contact and you don’t look away— he stumbles over his words and forces his gaze somewhere else while clearing his throat. His day to day life wasn’t particularly exciting, he spent most of his time on campus or at Arkham. But the one night he deviated from his usual schedule, you got all giddy and followed him eagerly. That’s how you found out your professor was the infamous Scarecrow. After learning that, you wondered if he’d ever want to test his fear toxin on you, leaving you a writhing mess for him.

Jackson Rippner - (I actually started a one shot with this plot lmao) You don’t know how a professional terrorist who stalks people for a living didn’t realize you were following him. It’s not like you’re very good at it. But you watched him watch other people, swooning when he became particularly violent on an assignment. You wondered how he’d react when he found out. Would he be flattered— impressed? Would he try to kill you? Or maybe— and this was your preferred option— he’d fuck you instead, making fun of you for being so desperate that you resorted to stalking him. He seemed like the kind of man who would enjoy degrading and humiliating you and you couldn’t wait for when that would finally happen.

Spencer Reid - Your genius professor with an IQ of 187 and three phds was entirely fascinating to you. You read anything and everything about him, including all of the cases he’s worked and any interviews he’s done. Once that wasn’t enough, you started following him around. He was so intriguing and captivating— the way he just ordered a coffee and handed the barista the money had you swooning. The first time you followed him, he had noticed you— made eye contact with you— so you made sure to be more careful. On days where he wasn’t teaching because he was away helping the BAU, you were incredibly bored and almost depressed. You missed seeing him every single day.

Stiles Stilinski - Stalking him was how you found out literally all of his friends secrets. You liked watching him talk animatedly to Scott from across the library, getting scolded by the librarian several times before being asked to leave. You liked watching him by himself, the way he fidgets with anything he can get his hands on and struggles to focus on whatever task he’s trying to complete, it’s endearing. What you didn’t like, however, was how he looks at Lydia. Every single time, you have to physical restrain yourself from walking over and bashing her head in, telling her to back the fuck off and leave him alone. Especially because she usually ends up making him sad. If he were with you, you’d always make him feel loved and appreciated. You wouldn’t act like some spoiled, airheaded tease (not the internalized misogyny lol).

Bucky Barnes - Stalking Bucky was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. He’s so in tune with his surroundings, knows when there’s a threat before anyone else does. He also knows when he’s being followed. So you resorted to casual stalking— going to the gym when he’s there, sitting in the living room when he’s there, arguing with Sam about what to watch, etc. You also liked watching him through the security cameras in the tower. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but you could see the true, genuine Bucky. Not the Bucky he pretends to be around everyone else. This was the Bucky who likes romcoms, listens to music, does his best to cook, walks around in just sweatpants, not worrying about having to hide the gruesome scarring on his shoulder at the base of his metal arm— or any other scars for that matter. He has a lot of them and you ached to kiss every single one and tell him that you still think he’s incredibly handsome and pretty.

Part 2 with their reactions when they find out lol?

[whatsabriard]

Hart to Hart: Crimes of the Hart

Rich married sleuths uncover a sabotage plot in N.Y.

[jonathanbyersphd]

I answered one ask about Steven and now Tumblr is recommending me St*ddie and that's fucking wild imo

[ethereal-w0lf]

THANK YOU!

guys Sasha is not the responsible one in the archives. She saw a weird guy with fucked up hands and an uncanny laugh and immediately followed him to several secondary locations. I’m SO sorry to say this but the only og archives crew member with self-preservation instincts is Tim

[hislittleraincloud]

I’d be interested to read a fic on how you would want millers girl to go, without pulling punches. More akin to the script. The horndog in me would like it but it would also be an interesting story that isn’t done anymore because of fear of cancellation

Uhm, weird shit happening broanon...because I was thinking about doing this in some form or another earlier today. One idea is too easy, the other idea is too much since I've already got active story being written for UVC Miller's Girl 💀 (and am up to my headaches in Afterburn). So it would be another universe where the Cairo meets The Crush and Poison Ivy and all the movies Bartlett yapped that she said she liked (and I would throw in Fatal Attraction and Basic Instinct) but then churned out this piece of crap when she could've done an explicit homage to those movies.

...I'd start her off more unstable. Psychotic teen girls are never too unimaginable for film — they exist and we've probably all known or heard of one in our lives — and I hate that Hollyweird shies away from that trope/stereotype of the young seductress. I think that making her so unhinged from the beginning would amplify the importance of Jon's choices, too. Of course, the coercion of her psychosis might be a mitigating factor towards any of the choices he made...

I mean can you fkn imagine her stalking him after being rejected. Stalking/almost killing/maybe killing Bea. Under those circumstances I don't think we'd (realistically) end up having Jairo, but in fan fiction anything can happen LOL Aaaaaand I just thought of a justifiable way they could end up together even if she stalked/murdered Bea, she's pure fucking evil 💀🫠

BUT... I'm chained to Afterburn at the moment and will probably have to opt for the first, easy option. Meh.

UVC Cairo is actually pretty unhinged right now in real time, unraveling in Europe w Jon. She's much more anxious now that she has him. She'll grow out of it though, with his often fresh-faced cluelessness helping her to not feel so lonely (it's almost like he too never recognized his own maturity and became stuck mentally young; part of it is that he [subconsciously] felt like he couldn't relate to anyone his age because of his gifts/🧠, but now that someone with those same gifts has come along it's finally made that loneliness disappear). She's still only 19 🍼🩷✨

I'm kinda stuck on 8 but I also kinda wanna publish some Jairo 😭 I miss my Benson babies

[emacrow]

Danny glared at Scarecrow man from the corner of his play table in the living room pt 3 by emacrow/creator

Stabbing his orange colored playdoh shaped scarecrow with his plastic fork as he stared hard at the sweating bullet Johnathan Crane, who was sitting in the dark purple couch with Lilith making drinks in the kitchen behind.

He could feel the dark energy radicating off this little toddler with the glowing eyes, teeth looking a bit too sharp as the kid stabbed the playdoh repeatedly.

"My mommy." Growled the possibility of a long lost distant related demon brat Robin.

Meeting the demonic toddler once more after 2 months after the wedding with his legs barely able to walk like a goddamm baby lamb toward the kitchen while Lilith looking more refreshed, moving easily the he was.

"You leave like the rest of them after I'm through with you, in the dirt."

That child is a dangerous little monster under an angelic face that can trick Lilith with how this kid attempted to have him killed on multiple occasions.

"She not your mommy."

Don't even get him started on the forever frozen icicles in the shower that almost killed him, fucking tiny plastic sword trap the kid's closet that was sharpen to almost stabbed him in the gut when he opened it to put away the brat's toys or the fake tantrum to scream so loud that his eardrums nearly went deaf.

"You don't deserve mummy."

Kid had a vendetta over him, just even being 3 feet close to Lilith without him death glaring him like a vengeful spirit.

The staring contest only lasted for a few seconds when Lilith came out of the kitchen with her favorite medieval mug of tea, a cup full of coffee with three drops of honey for him, and planet designed sippy cup full of hot chocolate and side of marshmallows for Danny.

That brat's evil face suddenly switched like a god damn switch, eyes sparkling with that gaping tooth smile staring at Lilith like she brought the moon itself to him, kissing her cheek with a soft giggle.

"Thank you, mummy." He said, sipping his sippy cup, his little feet swinging back and forth.

Lilith doesn't realize she was fooled by that demon in disguised.

Well, at least he got one thing on his side, which was the dark massive horse that lived in the backyard of Lilith home in the stable house. Nightmare was her name, and she was obsessed with him and scarecrow masks, probably due to the fear toxin residue.

Lilith had a stern talking to that stalker horse after he almost freaked out, seeing that horse somehow in his part of the closet trying to steak his ninth spare scarecrow outfit again to hoard in the stable right when he tried to get ready for the meeting, dragging Jonathan back to Lilith's house by his jacket.

He has evil plans to do goddammit!

Previous pt 2 link here<-