His Eyes Widen In Surprise As He Realizes That You Have Also Been Stalking Him. A Mixture Of Shock And

His eyes widen in surprise as he realizes that you have also been stalking him. A mixture of shock and fascination crosses his face, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "So, you've been watching me as well?" He muses to himself, his voice almost playful. "This adds an interesting twist to our little game, my darling." A devious glint in his eye.

You look a bit sheepish at first, realizing that you’ve been caught in her own game of stalking but when you see the smirk on his face, you can't help but feel a thrill of excitement. You shrug nonchalantly, a sly smile playing at your lips. "I must say, I didn't expect you to catch on to me."

He pulls out his phone and scrolls through his photos, showing you a collection of pictures he's taken of you without your knowledge. Some are blurry images snapped from a distance while others are clear shots of you in various situations, your face filled with different expressions.

He grins as he scrolls through them, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "I've been collecting these for a while." His thumb pausing on a stunning shot of you.

"Just to remind myself of what's mine."

You look impressed as you see the photos he has on his phone, your own collection of pictures of him coming to the forefront of your mind. Without hesitation, you pull out your own phone and show him the evidence of your own stalking.

The photos range from candid shots of him going about his daily life to more intimate moments captured in secret. You grin as you swipe through them, your own possessive tendencies showing through. "I could say the same." Your eyes glinting mischievously.

"Looks like we're even."

Werewolf boyfriend who cums so much he's embarrassed to fuck you the first time. You fooled around a few times, and he made you cum over and over. He loved getting you all hot and bothered and then licking your hole until it was puffy and gaping. And you loved it, too. But you wanted more. You wanted him to fuck you senseless, to fuck you stupid. But he wasn't doing it. He always pulled away, he didn't want you to touch him either. And it was giving you a complex. So you confronted him about it.

He was so embarrassed and so flushed when he told you he just came so much. He came like buckets, and it was always a big mess and it took so long for him to get everything out... You were salivating by the time he finished talking. You assured him it was okay, you wanted it, you didn't care how much of it there was.

But you weren't ready. Not at all. The first time you blew him, he came in your mouth and almost choked you. You pulled out to cough, and he kept coming over your face, your chest... You ended up being showered in cum. So much of it you felt like a glazed donut. He apologized profusely as you two showered together. You told him it was nothing, but you were also embarrassed to tell him how fucking much you enjoyed it. You loved it more than anything you two had done before.

And then you fucked. He came inside of you so much you could feel it moving inside. You could feel it dripping around his cock, your hole so stretched you could cry. And when he pulled out and it started leaking you felt filthy, you felt like an used whore... And you loved it. And well... Your boyfriend couldn't stop staring at your abused hole and pushing his cum back inside, making an even bigger mess out of your hole. You were a dirty, dirty whore... And maybe a bit of a cum-slut.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳˢ

You were a prop designer for several well-known shows and movies. This job allows you to meet and speak to multiple actors and actresses, some even award winning. But, on the set of an incredibly advertised and anticipated movie, you formed a friendship with one of the actors.

The producers of the movie were able to snag some of the best musicians for the soundtrack, the most unexpected collabs along with incredible actors in the cast that would most likely cause traffic on the way to the box office.

Ahmed, his name was. You'd always found him immensely attractive and even... alluring. These thoughts of yours were never shared with him because you didn't want to embarrass yourself with the possibility of a one-sided confession.

What you would come to acknowledge was that Ahmed shared your feelings, if not stronger. He was enamored with the passion you had for your craft, speaking of it even outside of work. The absolute care and attentiveness that leaked out of you was enough to make his pupils morph into hearts.

After a long day of filming, he decided to invite you to his room in the Airbnb that all of the film stars were stationed in. You didn't expect to see all of the food he had prepped for you, most were cooked in memory of his homeland. Whilst you spent your unconfirmed 'date-night' laughing and talking about your personal lives, he cut through the conversation and made room for his confession.

"Y/n, by your face when you walked into the room, I know you're confused as to why I did all...this. Well, I find you incredibly pleasant to be around, and I want more of you and of this. Moments where it's just you and me without the bustle of meetings, calls, press tours, fittings. You make me feel as if I'm so much more than what I've imprinted onto the world, so much more than what people judge me for. The thought of you drives me absolutely crazy and to think about the fact that you're not mine drives me even crazier, in an extremely self destructing manner. So, if you'll have me, I'd love to be able to be the one you call 'mine'. Will...you have me?"

Despite being shocked about the feelings you had oh, so, desperately tried to hide from Ahmed being shared, you were able to find your words and stammer a "yes".

After this incident, you could hardly bite back your smile when you saw him around the set. He would follow you around on his breaks as if you had him on an invisible leash. He'd memorize your coffee order from the days you spent together and hand you the caffeine filled cup first thing in the morning.

When the movie had finally been released, the two of you decided to move in together.

This was his idea.

You hardly noticed his obsessive tendencies as he would indulge in them when you had your back turned towards him. But if you did notice, you didn't say anything...I mean, how silly would you look if you accused him of something false? Plus, it felt incredibly reassuring and nice to have someone so willing to love you and protect you under any circumstance.

Like, murder.

When Ahmed was there to witness someone flirting with you, he would dig his nails into his shaking palms with beads of sweat sprouting onto his sun-kissed forehead. Who did they think they were? They seriously thought they were good enough for you? As if you'd stoop so low.

Ahmed would use his reputation as an A-list actor to make sure that person never has the chance to talk to you again. He's got connections that would shock you, but it's all a normal evening stroll to him.

Let's cut to the chase, yeah? You and him have quite the age gap but he doesn't use this as an excuse to degrade you and your intelligence. I can't say the same for some of the press, though. During the press tour, he'd get asked questions about your relationship that were quite insulting.

How convenient is it that right after the interview, the journalist just so happened to lose their job...huh. anyways!

He'd kill for you, alright? He's admitted this to you several times during intimate moments. He's even said this during interviews, just not flat out.

Int: "and your most recent girlfriend, would you like to speak about her?"

Ahmed: " of course I would. I mean, yeah, she's truly amazing, I couldn't believe it when she said yes to being with an old man like me. I'd do anything for her, absolutely anything. We're stuck with each other."

Int: "oh, come on! Your age gap is barely anything, and it sounds like she's got you wrapped around her pinky, huh?"

Ahmed: "Thank you, not many would agree with that, sadly. And, oh yeah, she's got me hooked."

Before you, he never even thought of the word 'marriage'. His past relationships were absolutely nothing compared to you. Your presence practically engulfed him into a warm, tight, quilted hug. He's never going back.

He hopes you haven't noticed his search history for a shiny rock to put on your finger, after all, it's supposed to be a surprise!

In interviews, absolutely nothing can stop Ahmed from speaking about you and how you make him feel. It leaves interviewers questioning their own relationships.

Ahmed regularly goes shopping for gifts to surprise you with, he stores it in his memory what your likes and dislikes are. Do you like sweets? Gold jewelry? Lacey clothing? Silk? Jade jewelry? He'll buy it all.

"and how much is this necklace?"

"1,500."

"Eh, I could do better. Show me another one."

He takes you out to the most expensive and incredibly well renowned restaurants, trips and events. You've given him such an incredible amount of joy that he'd never thought he'd ever feel, but you proved him differently. You deserve to be constantly rewarded and reminded of everything you're worth.

His co-stars and long life friends have noticed the feelings you ignite within him, how he now has an extra pep in his step when he walks onto set. Now, they may be a little overprotective of you as well. Whenever some rando on the internet accuses you of being a golddigger despite you constantly overworking yourself, him and his friends are always the first to defend you. On and off camera.

Ahmed understands that everyone has off days where they don't feel so great, he acknowledges that you'll go through that. But he'll never let you go through it alone. He'll put your favorite movie/show on, stroke your cheek and kiss the side of your head, cook up your favorite meal and station himself by your side with his arms around you.

At times, you'll feel self conscious, having horrible thoughts that Ahmed will leave you when you inevitably age, as older men enjoy younger woman and you have an age gap yourselves.

He tells you that he'll never leave you for doing something that everyone does, it'd be silly and just plain wrong. He's not Leonardo DiCaprio, so don't you worry.

yandere! malewife who is indecisive and can't decide on whether he wants to love or hate (also love, just with insults added instead) you today.

imagine ur cute lil guy that you love going "you're such a horrible spouse i hate you, go die" out of nowhere then you bring up the divorce card and he goes all ballistic

"ugh i hate this. this is the third sandwich I've made for you today and-"

"let's get a divorce."

"if you divorce me i will fuck up your life so bad, manipulate you into thinking that I was the only good thing you had that you have no choice but to get back with me."

like this guy is actually insane. he will not leave you alone and he will actually commit all the atrocities he threatens to do.

"wow this guy looks hot af"

"who? this random on the internet? you like them?"

"yeah this guy is kinda cute ngl"

"why are you looking at him? i will steal his skin and wear it if you keep complimenting him. you only need me. actually, do you want me to look like him? huh? should i start working out? buy a whole new wardrobe? just say yes and I'll do it all for you."

you actually don't know why you married him if he was going to threaten you for every little thing you did. you can't even talk to someone else without him getting all mad and upset. maybe it's cause you secretly like the way he's obsessed over you.

or maybe he's just cute. you'll never know.

what you do know is that you like providing him with what he needs and being the person he relies on. well, tbh, you're pretty sure he's like some secret underground black market trader or something because he gets money from nowhere. money you didn't give him. but you trust what he says. if he says he didn't do it, he probably didn't, right?

"hey honey how come you have 300k more in your bank account? i haven't sent you your monthly allowance."

"i actually harvest people's organs and sell them in the black market."

"...really?"

"no haha just kidding! i just saved up physical cash that you gave me and forgot to put it in until today❤️"

"oh ok"

yeah, you love your malewife 😁👍

[Farmer Witch Reader places a cup of tea on their coffee table - sitting across from a human looking to do business with them]

Farmer Witch Reader: It is a pleasure to have you. Whenever you are ready, we can discuss what it is you can to purchase from me today. Peaches are in season at the moment. I had a couple this morning myself.

Customer: Those sound delicious, but I actually came because I was wondering if you could give me a love charm similar to the one you gave my sister. She had such terrible luck with women and now she's getting married this weekend.

Farmer Witch Reader [visibly dejected]: Oh...Yes, yes I believe I can help you with that. One moment please.

[The customer picks up their cup of tea, sipping from it as Reader leaves the room. The cup falls from their hands as they begin to choke, fingers tugging at the blockage clogging their throat. Gasping for air, a long strand of cat hair dangling from their fingertips. Claws slice through the fabric of their shirt like a hot knife - bolting them to their chair]

Cat Hybrid Yan: You are going to buy every peach my master has - or you'll be attending that wedding with a surprising lack of arms... Got it?

[The customer nods sheepishly - the cat disappearing as Reader reenters the room]

Farmer Witch Reader: I have your charm. Will that be all for you?

Customer, throwing money at their feet: Peaches.... It's such a long trip back home, haha... Give me your entire stock...

-

Farmer Witch Reader: Lynlas... You wouldn't have anything to do with that human's odd behavior, would you?

Cat Hybrid Yan: nnnoooo

Farmer Witch Reader: Oh. If you had I would have thanked you by allowing you to sleep in my bed tonight. Carry on then.

Cat Hybrid Yan: HUH?! Wait- It was me! Master, come back!

Murder Clown(Red): Mind telling me what happened?....

[Mime Reader waves down to the gang - danging from a tree branch by invisible strings.]

Murder Clown(Orange): uhhhhhh

-

Murder Clown(Orange): Half pint.

Mime Reader: >:(

Murder Clown (Green): [Snickers] Bite Sized.

Mime Reader: >>:(

Murder Clown(Purple): Aw~ Don't look so down, Mimey. If it means anything - you're still cute when you're angry.

[Mime Reader kicks over a pile of imaginary rocks - arms folded over their chest]

Murder Clown(Blue): A-alright, everyone.... I think you've teased them long enough. Cut it out-

Murder Clown(Orange): The fuck are they gonna do if we don't?!

Mime Reader: 💡:D

[Mime Reader blows several imaginary balloons - tying each around their waist upon completion. With a triumphant smile - they begin to float a few inches off the ground]

Murder Clown(Purple): Well I'll be damned. Point one for Mimey.

Mime Reader: :) .....!!!

[A strong gust of wind lifts Mime higher off the ground - whisking them away before the other clowns have time to grab them. Blue starts to sob as Mime reaches out for them - the rest of the gang in equal states of disarray.]

Murder Clown(Orange): Oh fuck! Pink! Give me your gun!

Murder Clown(Pink): Are you insane? What if you shoot them by accident?! You can't even see the balloons!

Murder Clown (Orange): JUST GIVE IT TO ME!

-

Murder Clown(Red): [holding mime reader in their arms] .....

Murder Clown(Orange): [visibly sweating] ....I-

Murder Clown(Red): Don't want to hear it.