#Stalker Romance

[lighthousepigeons]

Judge: How do you plead?

Sibby: [Looks at Zade]

Zade: [Mouths "not guilty"]

Sibby: Hot milky.

Zade, bangs head on desk: For fuck sakes, just lock her up.

#hd carlton #zade meadows #adeline reilly #haunting adeline #hunting adeline #books #bookaddict #bookmemes #tumblrpost #incorrect quotes #tumblr funny #dark romance #stalker romance

[dumb-little-baby]

Zade just knows what to say to a girl heart and… pussy 😩🖤🌹

#i was going back rereading some of the smut scenes #zade meadows #haunting Adeline #stalker romance #smut reading #the scary movie scene was my favorite

[xisadorapurlowx]

“Dearest, you don’t know me, but I am always around. You deserve a fresh bed of flowers every evening and to be cradled by Angels themselves. I will keep an eye on you as you sleep. Merry Christmas: Love from, you’ll find out soon.” 

#fiction #writing #creative writing #author #writerblr #my writing #writing community #writers of tumblr #writer #indie author #dark romance #stalker romance #monster anime inspired #johan liebert inspired #anime style #anime inspired #stalker x mc #stalker x reader

[agentmarvel]

König art (top left) by @ave661 - original art here

Divider by @trashmouth-richie

Summary: König leaves a letter for you as he departs on his latest mission.

Pairing: König x Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Inspired by: Stalker's Tango by Autoheart (listen here)

MDNI - 18+

Tags: Fem!Reader, AFAB!Reader, Meet-Cute, Well... kinda, König is a stalker, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Author Has Never Played Call Of Duty, Yandere Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Alternative Reader, König is feral for goth girls and no one will change my mind, Barista!Reader, Non-Graphic Violence, Abuse of Google Translate tbh, Reader might be a little cuckoo too, Explicit Sexual Content, No use of y/n, No description of reader outside of outfit specifics

😈

Oh, mein Liebling, you truly have no idea how much I adore you.

I remember the day we met, don’t you? That’s right! Exactly one year ago today, in this very coffee shop. Feels like yesterday, does it not?

You were so sweet to me from the moment I walked in. I saw the concern in your eyes when I nearly hit my head on that silly little bell over the door. When I came up to the counter, your eyes widened just a little. I don’t think you quite realized just how much I tower over you. But that surprise quickly melted into a mile wide, saccharine smile.

There was such softness to your voice when you asked me what you could get started for me. I barely took a breath before you offered your recommendations. I ordered the one you seemed most excited about. The sugar buzz and little nickel and dime costs were so well worth the mirth in your eyes. You looked so excited to make it. How could I possibly say no?

You asked my name; I gave it to you. 

"König?" you repeated, scribbling it on the cup. I cannot begin to describe what that did to me, my darling, the way you said my name so sweetly. "Isn't that German for 'king'?"

The fact that you knew - oh, mein Herz sei still! - nearly had me on my knees. Do you speak German, kleines? No matter, I will teach you anything you would like. You will have plenty of time to learn.

You waited so patiently for me to nod, to tell you that was correct. I could see it in your eyes that you so desperately craved that validation. As soon as you got it, those expressive eyes of yours, even with all that dark make-up, lit up like an explosion. I could practically see the little hearts floating around your head. Your smile got so big, and I knew at that moment that you had me caught in your web.

Crafty, meine kleine Spinne, not often that I am the fly instead of the spider.

Then you turned around, that cute little skirt flaring just enough for me to see those fishnet stockings beneath. I swear, my heart skipped a beat. Jumped right out of my chest. Maybe that’s when you stole it, hmm?

Of no consequence. It is yours now.

Somehow, I do not feel you are told often enough, but mein gott, you are beautiful. The way the sunlight reflects off your pretty skin, the soft line of your jaw, every curve and dip of your body, each little freckle and scar and pore; I love everything about you. Every inch of you, head to toe, is worthy of worship. Will you let me worship you, my love?

I promise to treat you like the deity you truly are. I will gladly work my fingers down to bone to carve marble statues in your likeness, write every word you speak to me in the night sky, paint your beauty on canvas with my own blood if I have to, anything to show you how I crave being near you.

You’re all I think about, little darling. My first thought when I wake, my last thought before I sleep. It keeps getting harder to be away from you, even for something as important as my work. The frequency with which I must leave you sickens me at times. It kills me to be away from you. But I make due with your pretty pictures.

I have a few on my phone, little candids while you work or when you’re lost in your favorite show, but I keep two very special photos in the pocket of my vest - right over my heart so I always have you close.

The first one is you curled up on the bed, fast asleep. I’ve memorized every inch of your bare spine, the way your arms curl beneath your pillow, the way the satin sheets encase you with such enticing detail. I doubt you know I took the picture. It was the middle of the night during the spring, and you were so exhausted from your work day. I swear, I can still hear those precious little snores every time I look at it. 

The other, however, is exponentially less tasteful, hübsche Spinne. Similar position, on your stomach with your knee pushed out to the side, but you threw the sheets off that summer night. Too hot for your poor, perfect body. Stripped down to nothing to stave off the heatwave. If only you would have asked me to fix your air conditioner instead of waiting for your landlord.

From across the room, by aid of the moonlight through your open window, I could see that pretty little cunt. I could see how wet you were. Fuck, you were soaked for me. Sweet little hole just begging to be stuffed full. I needed a little taste, needed to touch you. So I just ran my finger through your messy lips. Nearly lost control when I licked you off the tip. I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life, never wanted anyone so badly, struggling to fight the urge to bury my face in between your thighs, to force my tongue, fingers, anything inside you. Show you how perfect you really are. 

But I stopped myself, kleines. I would never want to hurt you in any way you did not ask for. We both know you can’t take my cock without proper foreplay. Instead, I stood as close to you as I could and fucked my fist, biting down on one the t-shirts from your bedroom floor until I came.

(I’ll give that shirt back soon, love. I know it’s one of your favorites, and you’ve been looking for it for months.)

That’s the picture - my spend dripping between your cheeks, my cock dangling just inches from your pretty pussy. Almost right where it belongs, ja? I’ll let you have it all as soon as I get home to you. Don’t you worry your pretty little head, darling; soon, we’ll never be apart again.

Oh, the things we will do when I come home… We will have months worth of lost time to make up for, though I cannot say why I will be gone so long. I am sure you understand. 

We can start with movies, yes? I want you to show me all your favorites. Play me the things that make you laugh, show me what makes you cry (fuck, you are so pretty when you cry, do you know that?), teach me about the things that feed your nightmares so that I may chase them away for you. 

What next? Music? Yes, music. You have a vast taste, don’t you? I could sit with you for hours listening to your favorite playlist. I have done so on many occasions, but to hold you, to dance with you, that would be ideal. You can choose our first dance, but choose wisely, mein Schatz, because I will not forget it. May just be our first dance on our wedding day, too.

I did not get a chance to tell you before this, but do you remember that little bar we went to? The one with the live music? You did not see me there, but I saw you. I also, unfortunately, saw the boisterous little gnat that tried to cozy up to you a few times. He would not take no for an answer, would he? Kept pestering you and trying to take you home with him, but no, not you, not my venomous little spider. Mein gutes Mädchen, you shot him down so quickly so many times. You are so well-behaved, even when you do not know I am there.

He will never bother you again, I assure you. I handled the situation after you left that night with my favorite knife. Ruined a perfectly good shirt, but I kept it for you in case you ever need a reminder of the lengths to which I will go to keep you safe.

Do not worry, it’s been washed. There are just some stubborn stains that refuse to come out.

Unfortunately, I must go. I’ve re-written this letter so many times to try to make it perfect for you, but it would seem I have run out of time. It will not be long before I return to you, my darling girl. Please, take care. I will see you soon enough.

All my love,

König

P.S. I hope you enjoy this little care package I have put together for you. Take an evening to pamper yourself for me before I come home. Ich liebe dich, meine Spinne ♡

You look at the letter in your hand, black ink stamped and splattered and smeared by the key strikes of a typewriter. The envelope taunts you from the countertop, boasting your name with flourish. Your heart is racing as it lodges itself inside your throat. You try to swallow around the lump that’s formed, but it only spurs tears. 

There’s no surprise in the fact that you know exactly who sent this. He’s outrageously tall, broad shouldered, jacked as shit, and always wears a ballcap and a neoprene mask that hides the lower half of his face. You’ve only ever seen his eyes - those intense, wide blue eyes that you swear are glued to you at all times.

It’s involuntary and upon pure instinct (or perhaps morbid curiosity) that you grab the box and rip the wrapping paper off. The edges of the tape sealing the top are wrinkled enough for you to dig a nail under to peel it back, and immediately, the scent of a musky cologne hits you. It’s strangely pleasant, despite the fact that you can see something beneath the first layer of tissue paper that’s a deep red-brown. Your heart drops from your throat to the pit of your stomach as you lift the paper away.

A beige t-shirt, covered in blood stains, sits in your grasp. There’s a small tear in the collar. It smells a lot better than you’d expected, but still, a wave of nausea hits you. Gently, you hold the fabric up in front of you. A shirt that size would swallow you, reach your mid-thigh at minimum, so it’s certainly not your missing one.

Something falls from the shirt as it unfolds, a dull thud sounding off the laminate counter. It’s another box, a small one, that opens with little to no effort. Inside sits a knife with a fixed blade bearing an inscription: Ich liebe dich - I love you.

That same morbid curiosity gets the best of you, and you can’t stop yourself from looking inside the small box again. Beneath one more layer of tissue paper, you find three things: two pairs of panties you thought you had been eaten by your dryer (filthy, unwashed, and now covered in multiple questionable white stains) and another envelope. Your hands shake as you toss said panties back in the box and tear through the top of the seal. There’s cash inside, quite a lot of it. Suddenly the pampering comment makes sense.

Blankly, you place the knife box, the envelope, and the t-shirt back inside the box, folding in the flaps so nothing falls back out.

Tears sting the corners of your eyes. It’s terrifying to feel this way, and your mind is running a million miles per hour. Hundreds of thoughts are flooding your brain while thousands more sit in the recesses, but none of them will settle enough to be coherent. Why did he choose you? How long had he been watching you? How did he get into your home? Is he inside your head, too?

You’ll have to find a way to thank him for such thoughtful gifts when he comes home. Turns out your feelings for him aren’t quite as unrequited as you thought, hmm?

#könig x reader #könig x you #könig #könig cod #stalker romance #jj writes #mind the tags y'all #könig mw2 #könig imagine #könig fanfiction

[dark-academic-dead-poet]

"When you make someone fall in love with the darkest parts of you, there’s nothing you can do that will scare them away. They will be yours forever because they already love all the fucked up bits and pieces of you."

"I have never pretended to be a good person. But what I did do was create my own fucking morals to live by. I will keep killing every deranged individual who resides on this goddamn planet if it means children don’t have to die, and you don't have to live in danger."

"What you’re seeing now is what I see every day. No matter how far I run, how hard I try to escape you—you’re everywhere I go. You’re everything I see. Loving you is like being trapped in a house of mirrors, little mouse. And I’ve never felt so at home while being so lost inside you."

"Love is an enigma, and it's redefined "

"No matter how far I run, how hard I try to escape you --you're everywhere I go. You're everything I see. Loving you is like being trapped in a house of mirrors, little mouse. And I've never felt so at home while being so lost inside you."

"I love storms—I just don’t like to be in them. I’d prefer to cuddle up under the blankets with a mug of tea and a book while listening to the rain fall."

H.D. Carlton, Haunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse Duet, #1)

#haunting adeline #cat and mouse duet #hd carlton #zade meadows #Adeline Reilly #dark romance #quotes #dark academia #literature #horror #stalker #stalker romance #dark acadamia aesthetic #coffee #autumn #fall #light academia #books #aesthetic #book excerpt #romance books #dark romance books #black #dark aesthetic #horror aesthetic #haunted house

[monster-bait]

#poto #phantomoftheopera #phantom of the opera #e/c trash #dark romance #stalker romance

[aur3olin]

Little dark romance for ya. Vampire just gently showing his love that if he can’t have her no one can 😘

I’m a BIG fan of yandere or like stalker/kidnapper⛓️ romances lol I don’t draw a lot of my darker ideas cause I’m idk nervous people won’t like those? That being said this is still on the lighter side of things

#dark romance #vampire #vampire romance #yandere #yandere romance #stalker #stalker romance

[lorezhaze]

⭐️🪷 Roleplay Inquiry Post! 🪲✨

Intro & Info:

Lo | 22 | he/they

19+, no/minimal triggers and little limitations, 3rd person literate writing (1+ paragraphs) discord only (message me for user!) I really enjoy world building and knowing your character’s feelings even if it seems like a random string of thoughts!

NSFW scenes and/or undertones/themes at some point. I do like smut, especially paired with angst and certain dynamics, but if that isn’t your thing we can always keep it limited or fade to black.

Plots I’m willing to explore:

- hunger games, two people from opposite teams. queer themes; gay men, trans person called upon as their assigned gender at birth.

- stalker falls in love with someone, all falls apart when things go too well and their obsession crosses paths with them and they eventually go out, but break up. stalker is determined to watch over their lover while also keeping others away from them until they “come to their senses” on their own time.

- son of a rich politician falls in love with a narcoleptic sex worker he hires.

- post-apocalyptic setting, final survivor of a run down camp continues to live among the undead of their loved ones. another survivor from a nearby camp stumbles upon the ruins of the previous camp while scavenging and sees someone alive on the other side of the fence, living with the dead as if they were dead as well. day by day they come back, bringing their new things, trying to bring some life back into them again.

I’m more than willing to hear out any of your plots/ideas as well!

Original characters:

Lena - delusional obsessive-compulsive stalker with dangerous tendencies/habits, 26, they/them pronouns (unlabeled).

Celeste - post-apocalyptic OC, unlabeled/gnc, 27, loses their mind after their family, friends and everyone else in their survivalist camp perishes, but continues to live among them as if they’re dead as well, numb and on auto-pilot mode.

Emmy - intersex narcoleptic sex worker, 22, he/she/they pronouns. adopted into and estranged from a wealthy well-known family after their biological father died overseas and they were taken from their mother by the system.

Alexei - trans hunger games victor from district 6 (transportation/metal-workers, modifying the district to work on the production of transportation as well as the train tracks to give them a little bit more of a purpose). name was pulled for the hunger games a few days short of their 19th birthday, which also sparks their journey with their gender identity + presentation.

⭐️ Feel free to inquire for full bios of characters you’re interested in! characters will also likely have corresponding pinterest boards and playlists. ✨

Fandoms/ships I’m willing to explore:

(bolded characters are those i’m willing to write as)

OFMD

- Izzy/Blackbeard

- Izzy/Blackbeard/Stede

- Izzy/Lucius

- Jim/Lucius

HANNIBAL

- Will/Hannibal

MR ROBOT

- Tyrell/Elliot

UNTIL DAWN

- Josh/Chris

- Josh/Mike

SCREAM

- Billy/Stu

KILLING EVE

- Eve/Villanelle

🍀 Message if interested, interact to boost 🌿

#rp #roleplay #oc #oc rp #roleplay finder #rp finder #rp partner search #until dawn rp #mr robot rp #hannibal rp #ofmd rp #our flag means death rp #killing eve rp #scream rp #hunger games rp #hunger games #zombie apocolypse au #twd rp #stalker romance #literate roleplay #literate rp #gay rp #trans oc #gay ocs #horror rp #nsfwrp

[tasteofthebitchpudding]

#poto #phantom of the opera #phantomoftheopera #e/c trash #stalker romance #dark romance

[lighthousepigeons]

Stella: So what do you do in your free time?

Christian: I stalk.

Stella: Really?........ Well I enjoy hanging out with my friends and sketching some fashion designs.

Christian: I know.

Stella:

Christian:

#ana huang #twisted series #books #bookaddict #bookmemes #tumblrpost #incorrect quotes #tumblr funny #twisted lies #stella alonso #christian harper #stalker romance #grumpy sunshine trope

[bee-barnes-author]

officially starting the last chapter of 'the beast in the glass house'. not getting up today except to get snacks, more water, and to go pee until i finish the book!

#the beast in the glass house #writeblr #writing #writing community #novelist #writers on tumblr #writers #journal #horror #horror story #horror book #horror novel #horror fiction #werewolves #dark romance #stalker romance #body horror

[i-simp-for-women]

OMG IT'S SEPTEMBER 7 but my dumbass didn't know because everyday day seems like the same endless pit of despair...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZADDY ZADE 💀🥀🐁📚🥂🎉

#haunting adeline #h. d. carlton #zade meadows #adeline reilly #run little mouse #dark romance #stalker #we love him #Zade x Addie 4 evah #book boyfriend #stalker romance #books #booklr #booktok #bookstagram #no i wont shut up #nor will I give context #i won't elaborate

[peppershark]

Last chapter of Gloss coming

The final chapter of gloss is now over 16,000 words and has two more big scenes for me to write before I post it.

All will be revealed!

I'm planning on having it up either this weekend or next.

In the meantime, you can get a refresher/re-read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32312908/chapters/80097424

Thanks so much for reading, it is such a delight to share this story (my first Tomione!) with you!

<3 Pepper

#tomione #gloss #peppershark #hermione x tom #hermione/tom #tom riddle fanfiction #hermione granger fanfiction #tom marvolo riddle #hermione fanfiction #tom riddle #hermione granger #hp edit #dark romance #stalker romance

[dumb-little-baby]

#stalker romance

[xisadorapurlowx]

“They tremble and shake furiously. The flowers in their hands are losing their petals with the ferocity of their shaking. I don’t understand why they’re so scared; I did what was needed to protect them. The least they can do in return is marry me.” 

#fiction #writing #creative writing #author #writerblr #my writing #writing community #writers of tumblr #writer #indie author #oc #my ocs #stalker romance #kidnapper romance #dark romance #dark fiction #tw dark #tw dead dove do not eat #x reader #stalker x mc #stalker pov