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He needs me He needs me He needs me

he’s at your window 𖣠 𓏲·˚

tw: stalking,violence,perv!anton

anton x fem!reader

when the teacher assigned you two as seat mates,anton was a nervous wreck.he has never been this close to you.he has always watched you from afar.he knows where you live,when you go to ballet classes,your bedtime routine.he knows everything about you.you however,didn’t even know his name.you had never even perceived him in class.

but he liked it that way.he didn’t want you to know him.this new seating arrangement was going to ruin him.when he sat down he could smell your perfume on you.which he has smelled before from the bottle on your nightstand when he broke into your room.but he never smelt it on you.the mixture of that and your shampoo was making him dizzy.”hi” you introduced yourself,and he had to act like he didn’t know your entire family tree.

he nervously greeted back and told you his name,plying with the silver bracelet on his wrist.you then turned to do the work that the teacher has assigned for the class.he however could not focus on anything other than you.you wore a miniskirt today.your legs were on full display for him.he bit his lip to contain himself from ravaging you right here in this classroom.

it’s not like he didn’t know what your bare legs looked like.he even knew what you looked like in your underwear.but this was different,you were close to him.the other times was just him climbing on the tree beside your window to look at you.with your blinds wide open so he can see your every move.you were like the expensive toys he wanted as a kid.out of reach,so he could only watch you from afar.but now he can just touch you.he can put his hand on your thigh to feel you.it would be so easy.

the 40 minutes of class felt like an eternity for anton.you were just so graceful.and this little 40 minute class awakened something even darker in him.he wanted to have you in the flesh.no more peeking through the window,and trailing 6 meters behind you when you were out.he wanted to feel you.when class ended he quickly went to the bathroom to masturbate.imagining all the ways he could have you.

“anton,can you tell me who this girl is?” his therapist asked him,flipping through his diary.his parents made him go to therapy weekly,because even they thought their son was…a bit strange. he was fidgeting on the leather sofa in his therapists office.his therapist knew of you,he read about you in his diary entrees,but he never asked,in hopes of unpacking anton’s other problems.”anton?” he repeated again.he smiled and scratched his neck,like a little boy in love.”she’s this girl i like…” he said,almost obviously.

“and you want to cause pain and distress to this girl you supposedly like?” his therapist said in a tone anton couldn’t understand.his writings this week were only about you.nothing else.and all the deranged things he wanted to do.like strip you naked,when you were unconscious.or tie you down in his room if you looked at another guy.or beat you with his belt if you dared to fight him back.

“they’re just fantasies,sir” he said in a sweet voice,flashing a bright smile.he got up to get his diary and exited the office,as their time was up.he hurried home.you were coming over to his house for a chemistry project.everything had to be perfect. because tonight,he was going to have you,whether you liked it or not.the distance that the windows and other guys created was going to end,tonight.