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da3mon-bunny · 22 hours

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Manifesting for a creepy obsessive Anon 💕💕💕

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dollyslyfe · 20 hours

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Need me a pathetic loser stalker

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jociiprettygirl · 2 days

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hi daddy <3

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silenttthill · 13 hours

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#free use doll #cnc rough #cnc stalking #noncon drugging #stalker #cnc brat #degrading k1nk #cnc somno #bd/sm brat #bd/sm pet #perfect butt #champion #bd/sm breeding #bd/sm slave #bd/sm blog #somno breeding #somno fantasy #stalking fantasy #stalk me

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spareholes · 2 days

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girlcock heavy on my mind again and not heavy on my tongue

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coquettebun · 2 days

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touchin touchin till im a silly airhead drooling on myself (too dizzy to see you standing outside my window) ૮꒰꩜ ᯅ ꩜;꒱ა

#1cky princess #1cky daddy #free use slvt #older daddy #4gepl4y #r4p3 m3 #stalking fantasy

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sadbeauty666 · 3 days

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Do u like my stockings with hearts? 🩷

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thesadisticdaddyyy · 1 month

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So for our first date can I drug you up and rape you in your bedroom. Making you wonder how I already knew where you live. How I know where your bedroom is. Why I have such good knowledge about all the spots you hide your slutty toys in. Come on baby daddy has been stalking you long before I approached you for our first date. Oh also princess wave to the camera in the corner for me. I know you can’t wave silly girl just scream for me instead.

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yourneedylilpup · 4 months

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thinking of having a roommate who loves seeing me walk around in an oversized shirt with no bra and pj shorts that make them question if i’m even wearing anything underneath because of how thier hidden by the shirt.

i want them to be a little creep who gets off on how trusting i am towards them.

who sneaks into my room when i’m out to steal my panties and use them as a cum rag before putting them back in my closet. knowing i’ll wear them even if i see the stains cause i’ll just assume i ruined them myself and decide they’ll work until i get some new pairs.

who watches me put on location after i shower, seeing me rub the white cream into my skin and wishing it was their cum covering me instead, taking my half empty bottle of cream and adding a couple loads of thick cum to it, loving the way i don’t question why the bottles are little fuller now, nearly creaming their pants seeing me cover myself in the cum filled location, it’s almost like their claiming my body marking it as theirs.

who can’t take it anymore and sneak into my room while i’m asleep, find me sleeping in those ridiculously short pj bottoms, moving them to the side, seeing my pretty pussy presented just for them, getting me nice and wet with their tongue while stretching me out with two fingers, adding a third to make sure i’m nice and prepared, finally getting to fuck me all nice and gentle like a cute princess, so blissed out finally being able to touch me in the the depraved ways they’ve been craving and hearing me make those sweet sleepy moans that bring them so close to the the edge that they don’t notice how rough they’re getting with me, pausing mid thrust when they hear me whisper their name, looking down to see my half awake and unfocused eyes, slowly starting to thrust again while cooing at how cute i am to be having such a depraved dream about my roommate, lulling me back to sleep while still fucking into my wet cunt, cumming harder than they ever have before right into my pussy only to pull out and watch it leak out of my hole, using thier thumb to push it back into my cunt before wiping their hand in my hair and fixing up my shorts, going back to their own room completely spent and ready for sleep.

who wakes up the next morning to see me act like nothing happend and i don’t have dried cum covering my thighs and making my bed head worse.

maybe my lovely roommate will decide to start making nightly visits to my room to test just how oblivious i can be.

#r4p3 kink #r4p3 m3 #r@pe threats #r@pe #r@pe kink #rap3 fantasy #send asks #somno breeding #somno fantasy #tw noncon #cnc somno #cnc stalking #stalker #stalking fantasy #tw somno #tw cumplay

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v1ckycupid · 2 months

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another fantasy of mine atm is a masked intruder, slipping into my bedroom in the dead of night. he wears a balaclava and stands at the foot of my bed, palming his cock through his jeans at the sight of me laid on the bed, completely unaware of his presence. eventually he edges closer to me, unzipping his jeans and letting his dick spring free. he pumps it a couple of times, before trailing his eyes over my face, working his way down to my tits and then my hands. gently, he takes one of my hands so as to not wake me and softly wraps it around his cock. at the touch of me, his little object of gratification for the past couple of months, he almost cums straight away. sweet release after being so patient. wrapping his large hand around mine, he slowly jacks himself off. it’s painful to go so slow, but he savours the moment even more. he has to crouch a little to get to my height. he tilts his head back, eyes rolling further and lets out a lowly groan. he catches himself and snaps his gaze back down to me, praying he hadn’t woken me. i haven’t even stirred. eventually, he cums - his thick, hot load shot in ropes all over my face and dribbles down in between my tits. he decides to leave it there and tucks his cock back into his trousers. before he leaves, he takes a quick picture. for safekeeping, of course.🩷🩷

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da3mon-bunny · 3 days

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Please Stalk me, follow me everywhere, stole my things, ruin every person that even dare to talk to me. I would love it <3

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mrs-meadows · 3 months

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I want a lover who will stalk my tumblr reblogs so they know exactly what dirty fantasies possess this fucked up brain.

#dark romance #stalking fantasy #mrs meadows posts #I want someone obsessed

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funnyexel · 2 months

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it's the stalker.

he was entranced.

by you.

the way your breasts moved freely under your shirt as you fumbled with your curtains after experiencing a brief moment of eye contact. It was heaven. he felt like he died ascended and descended all in a matter of seconds. he couldn't ask for more in the moment. seeing your irises widen then focus on his distant figure, in a split of fear.

but you.

you were alarmed. alarmed by the staring of a random man. you hastily undid your curtains and shut them as fast as you could. quickly your body took you to your door and make sure you locked it. you took a much needed breath but that didn't stop your chest from violently moving up and down. your heart pounding in your ears as you leaned against the door briefly before leaving to go back to what you were previously doing.

you thought that eye contact was bad. but it got worse. you didn't think when bags and bags of things kept showing up to your door. at first small packages that you mindlessly brought inside your home, then, undisguised bags of luxury items and items you wanted but wouldn't buy just as yet. you were warned not to open them but you couldn't help but peek.

and they were real. actual items in the bags and you had to check. something in you told you that this couldn't be real. but it surely was.

you still didn't open or wear a thing. it infuriated him. he didn't buy you these things for them to collect dust. but, besides this, he needs to see you. he's aching for you. so he does.

there you were obliviously window shopping because he knows you're too goddamn responsible to buy the things you want. he watched as you paced up and down the isle. analyzing the clothing and silently cursing to yourself when you check the tag. it made his chest rumble from a quiet chuckle. those leggings you wore hugged your body and infatuated your hips to give you a delicious figure.

oh

you bent over to pick up a shirt you knocked it off the hanger and he got the perfect view of your ass. the movement itself was quick and ridded with embarrassment from making something fall. but it still made his trousers annoyingly tight as he gazed at you.

he couldn't hold himself back anymore. he walked into the store. knowing exactly where you were as he walked in nonchalantly. he seemed confident to anyone around, but inside, he was just trembling. he was turning into where you clearly were but you were leaving at the same time, your shoulder nearly brushed against his as you pasted each other. he could feel the heat of your body past him and he could smell the sweet scent of vanilla coming off your person and he nearly rolled his eyes back.

you were too much for his own good.

and just like that you walked out the door like he was nobody. but he knew you felt it, felt that spark when you glided by one another. it was an electric surge and he couldn't rid it from his body. this lead him to pick up everything that caught your eye in the store and buy it.

he was an irresponsible child when it came to you and materialistic things, but he could care less. money comes and goes, he thought. and you are one in a lifetime for him.

he was nervous around you, popping up at places you least expected it and getting ignored by you only fueled his efforts. and he benefited from it. he talked to you.

he talked to you.

it was brief, like every other interaction you had, but it was an everlasting moment in his mind. you bumped into him this time. oh, how much joy he felt when your warm body clashed with his. it even took you a second longer to detach from him than it would a normal person. you were all over him and he knew it.

you politely said excuse me and stared into his eyes. he couldn't even blink, afraid he would miss a single moment in your presence. he imagined you looking back at him when you walked away and even fantasized that there was a smile on your face but who could even be so sure?

him?

not when he was laying down and imagining you were watching him, just as he was stalking watching you. one hand slithering under his boxers to palm himself while the other held his chest. right where you bumped into him. he contemplated never taking off the sweater, let alone washing it. but that had no space in his mind now. it was too busy thinking of you and your alluring scent.

stroking himself to you alone, he could imagine your warmth against him. your mouth, your tits and of course that hole. any one he wanted. because he knew what he meant to you. he was your prize, just as you were his. he had to work for you and you had to work for him. if that means he has to spend nights just aching and pleading for you, then so be it. he needs you. he needs you so bad it can kill him.

and when the time is right, he will come and see you.

he will break those pathetic petty locks of yours and enter your room. he will peel back those layers of sheets you use to cover that lovely body, and his fingers will run down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. he will hook his fingers on your skimpy underwear and pull them down to your ankles.

and he will fuck you.

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a/n: inspired by a dream and no. I cannot elaborate.

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