#Stalker simon riley

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

CW: Mentions of kidnapping, stalking if you look closely. Let me know if I missed something.

Reader who’s been lost in the Siberian wilderness after a solo mission.

Reader who got hypothermia and nearly died before they were airlifted back to base.

Ghost who, after Reader’s recovery, still didn’t let you out of his sight.

Ghost who couldn’t bear to lose you, not even close. Not again.

Ghost who can’t sleep unless you’re nearby, so he knows you’re okay.

Ghost who breaks into your barracks room while you sleep, to make sure you’re alive safe, under the guise of a “Routine barracks inspection”.

Ghost who gets borderline obsessive over your safety.

Stalker!Ghost who doesn’t care if you hate him, as long as you’re all right.

Stalker!Ghost who will do anything to keep you well, even if he has to do it himself.

Stalker!Ghost who definitely doesn’t have the finished basement of his spartan house fitted with soundproof walls.

Stalker!Ghost who does not have a notebook full of different ways to kidnap you so he could be sure you’re safe at all times, what the bloody hell are you talking about?

[whinesandwhimpers]

cw: murder, stalking, desc of dead body

you've been stood up.

it's been forty-five minutes since your date was supposed to arrive. he's not replying to any of your texts even though the 'read' is clear on your screen. He's seen your messages and is not replying. He's changed his mind about you. He's ghosting you. There's no other reason for thi— your phone chimes.

Your date isn't going to make it.

The text is from your date himself. weird. Is he trying some new tactic to get you to leave him alone? Your phone chimes again.

He won't be answering you again.

You send a text back asking what is going on. Your phone chimes the moment you place it back on the table.

Attached: 1 image.

Heartless.

You gasp at the picture, dropping your phone onto the table in shock. Your date is lying in a dumpster, his chest cut and torn open, bloody and lifeless.

You throw your phone in your bag and immediately get up and leave. Once in your car you lock your doors through your tears and let out a shaky breath. Your phone chimes again. You brace yourself and pull it out of your bag and click the screen on.

Open my gift, Love.

You squint in confusion before you turn and notice the wrapped red box with a pink bow on top. Just rip it off like a bandaid. You quickly pull the lid off, then scream.

Inside the box is a human heart. Heartless. Inside the box is your date's heart. Someone has murdered your date and gifted you his heart.

You realise too late that whoever did this managed to get inside your car to leave this gift for you.

And that they never left.

[obsessivelullabies]

— stalker simon riley.

warnings : intense stalking/yandere themes. suggestion of kidnapping at end. mdni, 18+. gender neutral reader.

a/n : i need to sleep but the idea came to me </3 dunno if i'll make a part two but it would probably be both endings? idk

simon riley had been stalking you for years. his obsession started after you’d shown him, a stranger, a simple act of kindness. could you blame him? he was going through a rough patch. you were exactly what he needed to make him feel better.

everyday he had on leave was centered around you. it wasn’t like he had anybody else. simon learned everything he could about you through your social media, your routine, what you spent time doing.

over time, his obsession only get more obscene. he set up cameras outside your house to ensure your safety, he found a way to comb through all your messages and began leaving gifts on your doorstep.

it started with something cute. maybe flowers or some chocolates he knew you liked. innocent stuff. it escalated into creepy notes, polaroids of you doing everyday things.

one day, as you were at the grocery store, he finally broke into your home. due to his military training, he was sure he could go undetected. he set up more cameras inside. this was his best fucking idea. this way, even when he was deployed, he could see your gorgeous face and body.

simon would spend time observing you from the comfort of his apartment. he’d fist his cock to your pace as he watched you fuck yourself with dildos. he knew he could fuck you so much better. the idea consumed him, how well you’d take his cock, the slutty little moans and gasps you’d let out.

once he set up those cameras of you, his desires only got worse. he’d have a wall of printed out photos of you in his apartment. every night, he day dreamt about how badly he needed you. he thought about waking up beside you, cooking you breakfast, kissing you, snuggling with you.

you were his safe haven. his escape. when he was deployed, he always pushed forward thinking about the day he’d finally be able to hold you in his arms.

simon knew he had to make you his. in his mind, he had two options. one, slowly and naturally infiltrate your life, be the perfect man you needed. or, the faster, easier way: taking you.

after lots of thought, he knew what he had to do.

masterlist.

[dante-mightdie]

long thought for you on perv simon and but this guy would go crazy if his girl was a baker. to elaborate, it’s the softness of the profession that makes him insaneeeee. the way her cheeks are always warm from the ovens, the sweetness of her because she’s always surrounded by cupcakes. the sheer rage when she smiles as a customer that isn’t him, god forbid! and maybe he breaks in one night. spooks her a little with that off putting aura but only demands a drink and a cupcake. not his fault if she catches him rutting his hips into absent air while he’s got his nose in her used apron

this is so disgusting i’m sorry

c/w: public masturbation, dub-con, stalker!simon, simon has a big cock :)

stalker!ghost is made for the hospitality girlies <33

coming into your bakery, bar, coffee shop etc. on a quiet night when it’s just you after lights up. sits at a small table, spreading his thick legs as he asks for something to drink

tucks some cash into the waistband of your apron, giving your hip a pinch as he stares you down with those indifferent, hooded eyes

doesn’t even touch the drink as he just watches you slowly close up, eyes flicking over to him but not daring to say a word about the hand that’s now stuffed down his jeans, hastily jerking his cock

he doesn’t break eye contact even when he cums all over his tummy. doesn’t look away from your shocked stare when he walks up to the counter, his big cock twitching angrily in plain view for you to see

it’s you who breaks eye-contact when he lets his softening cock rest against the marble counter that you had just wiped down, the final remnants of his orgasm pooling on the cool surface. still connected to his slick tip with a small string of fluid

“got a napkin, love?”

[diejager]

Okay so I have kinda a prompt...and I was wondering if you could work your magic and like make it a story.. please :)

Okay so like, *reader* was at a restaurant waiting for ghost, the first date had gone so well, you were thinking of dating him seriously. However, 20 minutes had gone by and he hadn't shown up, nor was he replying to your texts. You glanced down at your phone trying to call him once more when suddenly a familiar skull mask was placed on the table. So you look up with a smile, expecting it to be ghost but it turns out to be könig, and he sits beside you and places a hand on your thigh before whispering, "I think you should be seeing someone else" or something...

Cw: DARKFIC, stalking, implied murder, implied death, obsession, possessive behaviour, tell me if I missed any.

You’d been doing so well, leaving behind the man who’d broken you, who took and took until all that was left was a dried carcass of what you used to be, a fragile version of who you once were. You cut ties with him, left him in the rubble of a shattered relationship and picked up whatever was left of your as you moved away, another city, another province and another country, as far away as you could from the monster. 

And here, you met a gentle man, as scarred and broken as you, only his were physically present, people would gawk and stare at him when yours were hidden, buried beneath your skin and sinew, chained in a spiraling mind of terror and nightmares, but you understood him and he understood you. It was a mutual understanding that you built on, stacking every moment of sorrow and agony, tearful calls and sobbing voice, making it into a tower of affection that you worked beautifully on.

You called him Simon, and he called you love. 

It was perfect, the first shards of friendship that soon became love, an intimacy you were both afraid to commit, but were willing to try, to dip your toes in shark infested waters and test your luck. It started out with subtle touches, his fingertips brushing against yours in fleeting signs of affection; then the gentle pull of his voice, calling your name whenever you were near; and the small tokens of servitude he gave away to you, spoiling you rotten with the money he has. 

It was perfect, the miracle you had always dreamed of, the beautiful thing that filled our bleak world with vibrant coloursand liveliness. You shared a kiss, your soft ones pressed against his dried ones, feeling the coarseness and curve of his lips when they moved against yours. It was a passionate one, filled with worship and love that you were both tempted with. That led to a date, lost in each other’s eyes while you swooned at him, doe-eyed and hopeful for more than what you were unafraid to give, sipping on tea and coffee for any kind of distraction for falling further into the throes of love and devotion. 

You left feeling happy, a smile shining brightly on your face until you got home and screamed out to your heart’s content, confessing to your plants and the ghosts that lived in your walls. You’d been giddy, excited for the second date, seeing the first one went so well, planning the dates and places the second day, organised half a month in advance because you were high on the pleasure. You were ecstatic, jumping to and from the walls and ceiling, like a puppy promised treats. 

And when the day arrived, you dressed up, dolled yourself up for a man your heart came to love and got to the restaurant early —too early. Seated at the reserved table and encouraging yourself with a quick monologue, unaware of the time, the ticking minutes passing in a blink until you realised Simon was twenty minutes late. You knew he wouldn’t stand you up, he was too soft with you for that, he emphasised too much with you to let you go so abruptly, but he hadn’t sent anything, no message or call. You were left wondering and worried, lost in your thoughts with no one but the screen that showed Simon’s number. You might have to-

Something was rudely dropped before you, a black fabric placed in the middle of the your table, it was familiar, but many things were black. You turned, frowning and brows pinched, ready to question the person who’d trashed your table. 

“What-” you choked back a whimper, eyes cloudy as you stared up at cold eyes, a chilling blue that would have frozen seas, “You-”

Your throat closed on itself, breath stuck at the back of it as you stammered, unable to utter a single word towards the giant in your nightmares. You could see the glee in his eyes, the squinted lids that screamed of a cruel grin, malicious yet jovial. 

“It’s time to come back home, Spotzi,” his tone was low, a deep monotone that portrayed nothing, not even a single crumb for you to decipher how he truly felt, “You’ve had your fun with him, nh?” [Sparrow]

Him? You didn’t understand what he meant. Had he meant Simon? König couldn’t be serious, you’d finally found someone who felt the same and emphasised with you, and König wanted to take it all away like he did with your life? You stared down, away from his piercing blues, the chill that ripped through you whenever you gaze at it, wandering down to his bloodied palm- They were bloody, bruised and battered. It couldn’t be, no, you couldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t dare —he would, he’d always whispered promises about beating other men to a pulp if they got in the way of his affection - obsession - for you.

Your eyes fearfully strayed from his towering form, glancing at the familiar cloth, catching the faded white of a skull dirtied with streaks of red, spotty and ripped. You recognised it, being so, so familiar with the mask as you were with the man who wore it, the soft browns and fluffy blond, the heavy bags and scars. It was Simon’s mask. A tear rolled down your cheek, falling from the fluttering of your lashes, only to be brushed away by the rough thumb of your captor.

“Do not cry, it’d eventually happen,” his attempts of soothing you were flawed, it only made you cry more, lips shaky and breathlessly choking and whimpering, “If not now, then later.”

He crouched to meet your eyes, head tilted up by your chin for König to admire you, roving over your dolled up face and the clothes you decided to wear for a man that was probably dead in an alley. 

“Come, Spotzi. I have your things packed.”

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[bleuu-moon]

stalker weirdo ghost who kidnaps your boyfriend so he can take his place……..

using your boyfriends phone to text you that he’ll be home from work late, waiting until you’re fast asleep to climb into bed next to you. and wrapping himself around you makes him feel like it’s been his place all along, even more with the way you lazily murmur “missed you”, none the wiser, curling yourself into him.

and he’s gone before you wake up, obviously. leaving you another text message that work needed him in early. it was only supposed to be for the night, just for simon to get some alone time with you. but you’re so bloody naïve, and you make playing house far too easy. so who knows, maybe he’ll see how long he can keep this charade up before having to get rid of the boyfriend permanently <3

[ghostswoman]

Stalker!Ghost that is so obsessed with your voice. He started getting addicted to you and your whole being after he met you at the military Ball that you attended to because you are one of the most important nurses that they had when they went around the world with the different kinds of missions they had to do. He always kind of was getting pulled to you like you two are magnets. He adored your soft touch that you had when you took care of his several wounds or even scratches,he always went to you when something had happened. He started getting addicted to your being to literally everything that made you the person that you are. But your voice was making him slowly lose his mind. The sweet soft note you had when you spoke to him or when you just said a simple good morning.

Stalker!Ghost who leaves lingering touches when he is around you. A soft hip squeeze with his strong,rough hands when you were getting the medication cups ready,a sweeping hand at your lower back that was getting closer to your ass every time he did it. Or a soft but noticeable tuck at your tied up hair that almost makes you crumble to your knees everytime he does that.

Stalker!Ghost that builds himself up behind you can feel his hot breath against your nape and his gruff voice asking you something you definitely didn’t notice at first because you just focused on the shadow he is casting over your smaller frame and his hands in his usual place,on top of your hips.

Stalker!Ghost is also very possessive over you and your drool worthy body. He once almost broke a soldier's hands for talking with his friends about touching your breasts or the one time he almost tore apart the male nurse from the medical station.

Stalker!Ghost that is always with you. Either noticeable or unnoticeable,his favorite activity is watching you rest in your little room on base or watching you shower and cleans that gorgeous body of yours. What he also likes is mixing some sleeping pills into your daily tea so he gets to cuddle with you when you knock completely out on top of your bed.

[sunsetsimon]

simon’s not one for social media. he doesn’t care what other people are up to, nor does he want anyone to know his life. but once his eyes are set on you, he immediately feels it’s a necessity. i mean, how else will he keep tabs on you?

he doesn’t even tell you he made it, keeping it his little secret. his account is bare, only following a few random tattoo artists and gym bros. he even has your post notifications on so that he doesn’t miss a thing.

sometimes he’ll rewatch your stories, holding down to pause them, frowning as he observes everyone in the frame. you said you’d be out with your two girlfriends, so who the hell are these guys lingering in the back? he almost shows up at the bar just to check on you. don’t even get me started on the jealousy he feels.

your account is public but only has a few hundred followers, consisting mostly of your friends, some old and new. he scrolls through all of their accounts, bookmarking any photos you’re in. every time your following goes up he checks each one, wondering who you could be interested in.

and every night before he sleeps he scrolls through each photo he has of you, zooming in on your face and staring, as if he could permanently burn it into his vision. it wouldn’t be much longer now until simon made sure you were all his. he just has to plan it right.

[saturncodedstarlette]

[Having Ghost as an online friend]

Ghost, texting :

So you got a boyfriend?

Y/N :

Why?

You wanna ask me out on a date? 😏

Ghost :

Maybe 😉

Do YOU have a boyfriend?

Y/N :

No ☹️

Ghost :

You never told me your real name

Y/N :

Why do you wanna know my real name?

[Ghost watching you thru the small camera he hid somewhere in the ur room]

Ghost :

• • •

Just wanna know who I’m looking at

Y/N :

What?

Ur joking

Ur joking right?

Ghost this isn’t funny

Why are you leaving me on seen

Ghost

Ghost answer

Ghost please tell me you’re joking

Ghost :

• • •

Just kidding :)

Haha that really scared you 😹

Y/N :

Ghhhhhoooost !!! 😡

U big meanie

Srsly why do u like to pick on me sm 😭

Ghost :

Can you blame me? Your reactions are really really cute :)

[soullessdianthus]

Stalker!Ghost

w: stalking turned into kidnapping, simon being weirdo and obsessive, intoxication, implied drugging?, not proof read!

Ghost’s therapist suggested that he should look for another purpose in life than service in the military. Than getting his hands dirty and bloody. He was over thirty now and needed to find something to cling to in between deployments – a new hobby, an interesting course, an intriguing book, perhaps a lover? So Simon did take leave for a couple of weeks.

And soon afterwards he manages to find his new purpose, when you accidentally bumped into his broad chest on the street. Such a petrified yet kind creature you were, smiling at his cold gaze. That object of his desires was you.

Stalker!Ghost takes watching over you as a point of honor, to make sure nobody bothered you, no creeps followed you home. Oh he knew your address by now, because Simon had to make sure you returned from work safely. And he was so patient. The soldier kept his distance watching over from his car, hidden between the shadows.

However, Stalker!Ghost became bolder, sneaking into your home when you were out. His massive figure looming around your personal spaces not even hesitating before digging straight to the panties drawer. 

Simon would stuff one pair of your underwear at the time into his loose trousers – he might need them and your smell later that evening, at the confinement of his own house. This was the closest he could get to you, at least for now. 

But you couldn’t ignore the strange smell that lingered in the air as you just returned home. It was foreign, yet pleasant – a simple male cologne with a tint of burned wood. But you were living alone! And who messed around with your decor? You could swear that the hippo figure was standing next to the bookshelf, not near your plants. 

Stalker!Ghost wanted to be acknowledged by you, to gain your precious and sweet attention. He often wondered how soft your hands were, what your hair smelled like, what your laugh sounded like… how tight your pussy would squeeze around him when he finally lay his hands on you. 

Obviously you noticed the strange presence of that man at some point. He followed you like a shadow and it made you feel eerie. Simon, as you learned, happened to be shopping at the same grocery shop, sometimes joining you on a walk in the nearest park. Or when the engine of your car couldn’t start and he offered to give you a ride. He was your new friend, right?

The coincidences were a little too perfectly planned out to be accidental. 

The British soldier was so intimidating that you accepted his invitation on a date in a pub (not like you had a choice, he caged you in a corner). “Just this one time” you foolishly thought, before putting on a little, black dress that underlined your curves a little too good to be true for Stalker!Ghost.

To your surprise the date was going surprisingly well – Simon was a good listener, charmed by your personality and never pushing you to the dance floor if you clearly stated that you didn’t want to. He didn’t even try to sneak his coarse palms under the hem of your dress!

The false sense of security got you a little too tipsy – perhaps a few drinks too much got you all tired, overwhelmed and whiney. It was you who climbed into Simon’s big lap and placed your head over his shoulder. He smelled so nice, so familiar… And his embrace was warm. But it left you confused, you didn’t drink that much, didn’t you? 

— Tha’ enough for today, eh? Let’s get ya to bed, sweetheart. — Simon stated, brushing some loose strands of hair away from your blushed face and you nodded weakly. You didn’t remember when he seated you in the passenger seat of his car or when he helped you get through the front doors. 

And when Stalker!Ghost finally got you dizzy and cuddled beneath his bedsheets, he couldn’t be fucking happier in his entire, miserable life. At that moment Simon didn’t want to worry what your reaction would be in the morning, when you realized that the doors were sealed tight with you inside Ghost’s house.

[ghouljams]

your fae!Ghost is so deliciously Sleep Token coded the sex and gore turmoil mhm i’m eating it up and licking my fingers anyways please encore!!

Your feet are killing you, these heels aren't made for running but you'd still put them through their paces. Now you're paying the price.

"You missed your train."

You look up from where you've crouched, following the dark tone to its source. Some guy in black with his hood pulled over his head and a skull print face mask. The light of the station just barely catches his eyes where he looks down at you. He offers you a hand to help you up and you take it, let him take your weight as you stand. When you release your hold, his grip lingers just for a moment, before his hand is stuffed back in his jacket pocket. He's got a weird vibe, but not enough to turn you away.

"It happens," You tell him with a shrug, opening your bag to rummage through it.

"Not to you." You glance at him, frown. What's that mean? The guy tips his head to one side, studying you. Your fingers slip against your keys, and grab on tight. Any small measure of defense is a smart one. Your skin bristles, something squirms just under the surface, uneasy (or perhaps excited) by the man's presence.

A train blows past the platform, whipping the stuffy air in the underground around you.

"Try to stick to your routine," He tells you, his voice rumbling with the clack of the train's wheels, "makes things easier for me."

"What?" Your fingers squeeze tighter around your keys. You glance around the empty station for someone to be witness to this, and when you look back he's gone. Maybe you'll walk to the next station and wait for your train there. You check the clock on your phone and- That can't be right, you just got here, but... No wonder the station's empty it's already an hour past rush, and right on time for your train to roll up to the platform. You look up as the doors open with a hiss, and quickly make your way onto the sparsely populated car.

[vampykween]

wash me clean

simon ghost riley x reader

can’t get stalker!simon out of my head, well i guess more kidnapper!simon. here’s some more thoughts on this!

there was something uneasy settling in your bones. the contrast of simon’s icy stare and the warmth of the bath he’s drawn for you, leave you feeling disoriented. or maybe it’s something else all together - you would put it past him to slip something in your food.

the bath water is like a warm embrace, slowly squeezing you tightly. it reminds you of your mother - cozy and familiar, but any degree hotter and it burns and chars your flesh.

simon lathers your body in soap and the smell is nauseatingly sterile. where does he manage to even get soap that smells so putrid. as his hands slide over your body, your heart hammers in your chest. you know their gentle traverse is a facade, you’ve felt the pain they can cause. he must be thinking the same because his digits trail up to your neck and settle on the purple marks he left there recently. his eyes slip shut and he sucks in what seems like a breath of relief. as if he’s soaking up the sun on a summer day. bile rises fast in your throat and your stomach twists painfully at the notion of him relishing in how he’s hurt you. you’re watching him drink in the sight of your marked skin.

“god, you’re so beautiful, love,” he croons into the still air of the bathroom. “d’ya know i think you get more lovely each day i see you.” his words are sickeningly sweet, yet there is venom lacing them.

you so badly wish he would wrap his hands around your neck and just squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and-

you try to shake yourself from those thoughts, you should want to hurt him. you should want to knock him over the head and run for your life, but you don’t. if you just close your eyes, you can pretend he’s your lover washing you clean and showering you with love and praise. you could strain out all the good bits from his cocktail of poison if it meant someone would love you - even if it was evil and insidious.

after all, no one was coming to save you, so you might as well soak up what little good you can.

[veiledwinter]

It wasn't intentional. He had only wanted to get groceries and return to his apartment as quick as he could. He should know he never gets what he wants.

He hadn't meant to bump into someone as he rounded the corner into another aisle and watch her stubble and almost fall back. And he certainly hadn't wanted to grab her arm and pull her into his chest.

She seemed flustered when she pulled away— stumbling over her words as she apologized. She didn't seem at all fazed by their height difference or that he seemed intimidating. It was cute.

But it ended as quickly as it started. He reassured her it was okay then she apologized one more time before wishing him well and walking away.

He felt almost let down? Like he wanted to talk to her more, be around her more. He shook off the feeling. Meeting her was an accident.

Everything after that, however, was anything but accidental. Simon couldn't help but be drawn to her. They've only had one actual interaction and he's already deep enough in her life that he's looking through her therapy files.

He was aware it was creepy but who gives a fuck, he just thought she was cute whats the harm in finding out more about her? In finding ways to run into her at the grocery store? In making sure her home was safe for her because she was negligent with her own safety?

It had gotten to the point where he believed that they were in a relationship. Thought of her as his when he saw her in the canned goods aisle. Followed her home to make sure nothing bad happened to his girl because she didn't pay as much attention to her surroundings as she should.

It's for the better anyway. You needed to be protected and cared for and Simon would always be there for you. It's meant to be in his mind.

[diejager]

may i ask stalker!simon taking advantage of his sweetheart with a gun? 👀

Stalker!Simon, hmmmmm :)

Surprise Visit

Pairing: Stalker!Ghost x reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, stalking, gun, obsession, rough oral sex, blowjob, face fucking, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1k

You’ve walked this path multiple times, every night and every morning, over and over again. You knew this path like the palm of your hand, having taken it all your life. Granted, you had changed street from time to time for a change of normalcy, but it was always the same block or side of the city you took to get to and fro work and home. You were comfortable with your little life, slightly bored by how inactive you were, but you wouldn’t trade it for any kind of trouble.

So it was a surprise - was it truly? You’d grown so comfortable that you stopped keeping your guard up - when you were toughly pushed into your apartment the moment your locked clicked open. You tumbled in, eyes widened and ready to scream out for help, when the man covered your mouth, pressing his weight on yours. You shook, fearfully breathing through your nose as the door closed behind you, your only escape blocked by a heavy mass over you, hand clamped around your cheeks and holding you down. 

You hear him shush you, a deep, baritone voice that cooed at your teary eyes, his small praises at your frightful expression. His words dripped with adoration, a sickly and dark affection that made your skin crawl. You should have looked before opening your door. You should have been more caution in a world where both men and women prowled to attack one another, those disgusting and desperate ones that would do anything to get a taste. If he wanted money, you’d give it all to him, you valued your life more than—

“Stay quiet for me, love, ” he rasped, his hot breath hitting your ear, feeling your side before he slipped a hand under his jacket, “Behave, yeah?”

He pulled a gun, the dreadful click of the safety acting as a warning to you, a deterrent to stop you from acting out —from misbehaving. He cocked his gun rather than repeating his words and you nodded hastily, or as best as you could with his bruising grip on your face. He turned you around and peered down at you from his crooked nose, his dark chocolate eyes seemed almost black, a devouring pit that drew your eyes to his. Gun pointed at your head, he motioned you to your knees, kneeling between his spread legs, running his other hand through your mess of locks. 

“Good girl, ” he groaned, pulling you to face his growing bulge, his cock tenting the seams of his pants. He ground against your lips, rutting your face with low huffs and pants, hissing when your nose nudged it, “Pull my cock out.”

You swallowed down your hesitance when you caught the red gleam in his eyes, shaky hands palming his jeans for the zipper, pulling his pants down his hips and watched the wet patch growing on his grey briefs. He grunted at your slow pace, impatiently pressing the muzzle to your temple and only loosening his hold on your hair when he cock bounced out, the heaviness of it making his length hang between his thighs. 

“Suck.”

Having no choice, you licked your dried lips to ease your anxiety, wrapping them around his leaky tip and running your tongue over his slit, tasting the salty tang of his pre. Your stomach rolled in disgust, the threat of food and stomach acid running up your throat screaming louder in your mind. Willing yourself to finish this quickly, hoping he’d leave after you gave… gave him a blowjob, you sunk further down his length. Staring up at his masked face, locked between his legs with his skull-painted mask and dangerous eyes.

He was thick and veiny, the burn of it’s throb churning your stomach as you took in more and more until you almost choked. He huffed at your inability to take more than half of him, narrowing his eyes at the tears running down your cheeks when he abruptly thrust down your throat, head thrown back at your choke, throat swallowing around his twitching head. 

“Fuck, ” a low moan slipped from his tongue, his hips moving back and forth, taking in your desperate cries and gagging while he took from you, “Always knew you had a hot mouth. Bloody tight.”

You could hardly breathe with the rough drive of his hips, ramming his cock so deeply that you could taste him on the back of your throat and in your guts. You could fight and struggle, but wouldn’t be able to stop him, to escape his treatment or run away when he had a hard grip on your head, a gun in his hand and blocked the door. All you could do was cry and take it, appease him in hopes that he wouldn’t kill you if he was satisfied.

And it seemed he was, taking such a liking to your tear-streaked face, swollen lips wrapped around the girth of his cock and nose buried in his messy bush while he took and took, bartering your throat until it’d bruised. He came down your throats with a few more thrusts, staring you down his nose while he slipped as deep as he could. You choked on his heady cum, roped spurting from the tip and filled your stomach with an uncomfortable amount, it was hot and bitter, and there were so, so much that it spilled from your lips, dripping down your chin and staining jeans. 

You gasped when he pulled out, somewhat happy that you had swallowed his cum. You cough and sputtered, folded at his feet as you sobbed, babbling pleas to be let off now that you’d fulfilled his sick fantasy. He only crouched down, running his hands through your hair like he wanted to comfort you, tenderly petting you for the favour you did.

“You did good, love, ” he praised, a chuckle rumbling off his shoulder, proud and gleeful. He even put his gun away, “This stays between us, understood? You can keep our little secret, yeah, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes, ” you rasped, signing your soul away to the devil in a balaclava.

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[bleuu-moon]

No sane thoughts except stalker!ghost who’s driven you to the brink of insanity with the heavy footsteps you hear at night, the random pieces of paper you find with the doodle of a skull on and all the phone calls which are always silent on the other end.

You’ve never seen the face, or even anything close to the shadow of your tormentor, except for the time you return from work to find a candle lit dinner set up for two across your dining table. Just as you begin to back away towards your front door, you’re halted as you stumble into a solid figure, crowding you, paralysing you with fear.

“Like my surprise, love?”

His voice is so deep it’s terrifying, but it kick starts your flight response. And you run. Well, it feels like running, but truth be told, it’s only a few steps before he’s grabbing you by the biceps, forcing your back to meet his chest once again. Except this time, he keeps you in place, smothering his arms around your body as you jolt, and scream, and scratch at him.

You can only cry out, “W-why are you doing this?”, as you struggle against his grip.

And he only chuckles, spinning you around to face him, to face the porcelain white of his mask and the black holes that glare at you.

“I like playin’ with my food, sweet’art”

[neoarchipelago]

Reverse Stalker AU where reader is a hacker and is having fun on the dark web. Finds a link to home security cameras and it's Simon's.

First it was just curiosity. And somehow fun to 'interact' with him. Making the cameras move. Change the tv channels or even turn on the stereo.

And Simon is not amused. Not one second. As you see his frustration grow you decide it's perhaps enough. It's been a few hours now. Out of a last goodbye, you enable the mic and let out a little 'sorry'. You freeze at Simon's reaction. He doesn't move. Simply looks straight at the camera. And he sighs.

You stay there looking a bit longer. He sits down on his couch, shoulders slumping and letting his head fall back.

"stop it."

You jump, quickly shutting off the communication. And now your wallpaper stares at you. You let out a shaky breath. You ignore why you decided to keep the IP address. And erase all traces from the website. Secure the connection.

But you do.

----

It runs around in your mind. Again and again. That man. Wearing a balaclava even in his house. Was he a thief? A burglar? Disfigured?

You groan. Letting your head fall softly on the table.

Just a peak... Just. To see. Maybe, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

You make quick work to find him again. Happy to see the security is still in place. You frown, looking at the video in front of you. It's around 3am. But here he is. Sitting on the ground, back against the couch, coffee table filled with cigarettes half smoked and ash. Cup of what seems to be bourbon but the empty bottle sitting next to it.

You bite your lip. You shouldn't be peaking. You shouldn't. So you stay there. Until you see him grab the glass and throw it angrily at the wall in front of him. You jump and gasp in shock.

"what..." You mumble to yourself.

And he doesn't stop there. Throws the coffee table, bottle shattering. The room falls in carnage. And when he goes for the tv you jump on the mouse and enable the mic.

"no!"

He stops. Chest heaving and hands clenching.

"what the fuck are you doing?" He growls.

You felt your skin crawl at the tone.

"I... Just... Wanted to check on you..."

He lets out a dry chuckle. He turns slowly walking back to the camera, looking up straight into the lens.

You feel your heart stop, through the sucky camera quality, his eyes feel like the void of a black hole themselves.

You let out a small scream when he lounged forwards grabbing the camera before the video cuts.

Leaving you trembling and trying to catch your breath.

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This is really shitty.