#he's that lil online stalker

[bluespiritshonour]

Hey, listen to me. I got a crack ship: Zuko/The Blue Spirit. Except it's one-sided. The Blue Spirit is a lil stalker and Zuko's tryna get rid of him. His friends help him.

He's obsessed the way only spirits could be.

[glossysoap]

lil bodyguard stalker ghoap concept from my drafts and the discord <3 fem reader, dark twist. i also have a regular bodyguard ghoap wip that has no dark twist to it, lemme know if you want that as well <3

🏷️: @vgilantee @itzzjxlyn @msdevil333 @damnirina @wrathofcats @claymorexpunisher @krakenbabe @ghastlybirdie @luvecarson @blissful-bunny @mandalover2023 @undeadsthings @kiroshang @ivymarquis (if ur struck out, tumblr wouldn’t let me tag)

retired ghoap x reader where they become her bodyguards because she has a hunch that someone’s been watching her.

more than a hunch, really.

especially when messages start rolling in from unknown numbers and blank social media accounts.

“what a cute little dress.”

“that perfume smells good.”

“you should wear those boots tonight. it’s gonna rain.”

all messages referring to things you’ve never shown online, things that have never left your house. a new dress you just bought that was sitting in your dresser. a perfume that never left your bedroom. new combat boots that you’ve never worn.

after receiving those messages, you blocked those accounts and any other blank followers you had. you even contemplated deleting all of your social media accounts.

as time passed, you became even more paranoid. maybe it had something to do with the flashes of black that seemed to flicker in your periphery as you walked to work or from the store.

when you hired the two former special forces soldiers to protect you, you felt like you could finally exhale. they were so big, brooding and muscular. constantly armed and ready to kill for you.

so for your safety, they insisted on moving in to your apartment.

ghost was quieter than soap, but much taller and bigger. making him tower even more over you. he still wore his mask, sometimes switching it out with a black surgical mask.

to the everyday person, he seemed cold and uncaring. but the more they stayed in your apartment, the more you witnessed his warm, protective nature. his hands skirting along your skin as he massaged your sore muscles.

him double checking the locks on your door.

soap was a little bit shorter than ghost, but still taller than you. still bigger than you because of his muscles. he still wore that tight blue shirt and the tan bulletproof vest as him and ghost occupied your apartment. his hair was still styled in that fluffy mohawk, though it sometimes grew out long enough to be pulled into a hair tie.

soap was touchy. very touchy. it wasn’t unwelcome, though. his warm hand would press against the small of your back as you cooked, sometimes even wrapping around your waist. sometimes pressing a kiss to your forehead when he first saw you after waking up in the morning.

for some reason or another, their hands were always on you. their eyes were always on you. and you found yourself.. enjoying it?

everything seemed just fine. great, actually.

until you went into their shared bedroom to gather their dirty laundry.

it was there you saw polaroids and polaroids of you pinned to their walls. candid shots. shots where you were shopping. shots where you were walking to work. shots where you were walking home. shots where you were sleeping.

your bodyguards were the very same stalkers that they were ‘protecting’ you from.

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[milkzoro]

watch me fuck MY girl

-> t. law 🧊

SUMMARY: y/n likes to go live & flirt with her horny audience for money - but her bf hates it, so he decides to give her a lil scare (he’s insanely jealous)

WARNINGS: mdni, smut, camgirl!y/n, stalker!law, mask kink, fucking on live, dom!law, degrading, teasing, possessive!law, creampie, missionary, doggy

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

“‘you’re so pretty.’” you gleamed up at your destop camera as you read the comments flowing through your feed, making sure your silhouette showed all your right angles as you replied sweetly. your viewers were obsessed with the innocent little act you put on for them.

your stream was going great as always, meticulously showing off glimpses of your cleavage and speaking in a way that made your glossy lips pout — it was such easy money.

your night was was breezing by, effortless earning hundreds of tips just from entertaining lonleg men in the night. the sultry smiles never left your dolled up face, until something one of the comments made all the color from your face disappear.

anonymous6627: i have her address. watch my live in two hours

more and more comments flooded your feed, discarding the image of the previous comment. but you saw another one.

you knew it was probably nothing but the what if thoughts replayed in your mind.

the comments from the unnamed account kept coming.

anonymous6627: watch yourself y/n

…

anonymous6627: cuz i’m always watching you :)

…

you scoffed. ‘stupids internet trolls, bet you wouldn’t say that off anon.’

sometimes people’s comments got to you, but it was never that serious. you continued on nonetheless.

you said your goodbyes as you were finishing up your stream, growing tired from hours of entertaining and answering questions.

in the next two hours it was your time to destress, cleansing yourself from todays work. a nice hot shower and herbal remedies to put your mind at ease. you were in your more comfortable clothes and rested peacefully with a warm cup in hand in the confinements of your home.

but you heard a knock at the door , you shuffled over in your fuzzy slippers and peeped through the little hole in the wood, feeling safe enough to do so through your locked door. or so you thought.

there stood a man in a mask, hiding his face like a coward. he stood restlessly waiting for you to answer, but you never did.

he slammed against the wood harder, jiggling on the door handle when you didn’t answer the second time.

“open up y/n-ya!”

his voice released the tension that was holding tight on your heart. “shit!! law is that you?? you asshole!” you opened to door to meet his figure, smacking his chest and pulling off the black sack mask he wore to hide his face.

your hits didn’t even phase your tall boyfriend, he just laughed in your face.

“what babe? you scareddddd.” he pulled you inside your apartment.

“i just wanna show those chronically online losers what’s mine.”

what did he mean by that?

he took out him phone and propped it up high on one of your shelves to show the entirety of your bedroom, not quite pressing record yet. he ignored you when you questioned him.

“they were getting too bold in your comments, y/n ya~ ‘i’ll make you do backflips on it’?” he shook his head in disbelief. heat rose to your cheeks as he mocked the people in your comments, you couldn’t meet his eyes.

he laughed again.

“please, they’re speaking as if they could even satisfy my pretty girl~”

he grabbed hold of your chin to force you to look at him.

law knew how to make you squirm, he was embarrassing you on purpose, and he knew you liked it. the way he talked down on your poor choices and belittled you made the ache in your abdomen tremble.

he just wouldn’t let it go.

“such a fucking skank for entertaining those pathetic idiots… you like it don’t you?” his grip on your cheeks fell as he set up to press the little red ‘LIVE’ button.

“praises from touch-starved basement dwellers, want them to fuck you baby? think they could make you cum?”

he faced you with his back towards the camera, ripping back his mask from you and putting it on before turning to the lens and giving it a thumbs up.

“the truth is, you like the attention, huh? let’s just see how badly you want it.”

you pleaded. hoping he would reconsider but there was no sign he was going to change his mind. was this a punishment?

“law, baby wait—”

“nuh-uh, get on the bed y/n-ya… think i can let you talk to those guys like that? your actions have consequences my love, let’s give your fans a show, you’d like that huh?”

you fell to your bed aimlessly, his words coaxing you to follow each command. but really, you did want them to watch how well he fucked you, the idea made the knots in your abdomen tighter than they already were.

before you knew it he was on top of you and between your legs, pulling up your thighs and removing your pants for you. mind already dizzy from adjusting to his fast pace, it was happening too fast, you were whimpering for him.

so rough, and the mask, ugh it did something to you.

his fingers found your clit in seconds, playing with it just barely before slamming fully into you. you yelped.

“law! oh my god!—”

“fuck, that’s it. make noise for them, tell ‘em how good i fuck your tight little holes.”

he held you down as he jackhammered your tight cunt, the sensation of being stretched and then empty again made your head spin. the pleasure making you spew nonsense, the only thing law could understand was just mindless and filthy moans.

“you fuck me so good baby, please, ahh!— keep going!” your hips met his with each quick thrust, smacking sounds and muffled moans filled the speakers of everyone’s phones who was tuned into your stream. you had forgot that was even happening but it made you weak, having your fans watch you squirm from the touch of your crazy boyfriend. you were going to cum, hard.

hundreds, no, thousands of comments fled through the feed.

there were creeps begging for a closer angle and some were disgusted. in the moment, you couldn’t care less what people were saying, you just wanted to feed the hunger growing within your cunt.

law kept up his pace, his thick cock kissing deep in your warmth. “gonna cum for me baby? cream around my cock?”

“uh huh, ahh!— keep… g-going gonna cum-” your fingers clung to the clothes he wore on his back, bracing yourself for the deep contractions that were to come with your orgasm.

“fuck!—gonna fill you baby, make you mine, you’re mine.”

“yes! god, yes!! cum in me law! ‘mmm coming!

he pulled out, smirking under his mask as he did so, you cried out. “babyyyyyyyy p-please… was so close..”

“ass up.” he motioned to do so with his fist closed and his index finger pointing upward.

in his lust filled eyes, you were taking too long. his strong arms latched to both sides of your ass and forcefully flipped you over, pushing your face into the pillows of your messy bed.

“you look so pretty for me baby, gonna fuck you good. okay?” his fingers traced up your ass before plunging them into your sopping cunt. “law! auhhh!—” you whimpered into the pillow, falling apart at the touch of his hands. he swirled his digits around meticulously before taking them back out again.

the tip of his cock slid between your slick folds, coating it with your sweet juices. your walls hugged him perfectly as he filled you back up again. “ya- fuckkk… such a perfect pussy, princess. holdin me so fucking tight, fuck!”

he felt his own high approaching, pre cum spilled within you and his cock throbbed hard. he was at the crash, forcefully stuffing your achy cunt until he heard your cries.

“FUCK iM GONNA C-CUM!”

“wait for me y/n, i’m i’m right fuck. i’m rightt there. shhhiiiiit— ‘m coming baby.. s-scream my name for them.”

you forgot about the audience once again but it was so fucking hot seeing you man get off to fucking you in front of thousands, your fans… you screamed for him.

“laww!! so fucking good!” you fucked back on his hips as he had you bent over, smacking against him as your arousal consumed you—you creamed around his cock, white substance dripped from your stretched hole.

even more poured from your sopping cunt as your man came inside you, moans and whines fled his mouth, your sweet name and many profanities.

you laid there for a moment, completely fucked out, waiting for law to get the towel and run to turn off the camera. once it had stoped recording he came to your side and removed his mask, tenderly kissing your warm skin and cleansing any remaining liquid.

“round two? the cameras off baby.” he kept kissing you, his sweeter side coming through with the absence of the mask. he snickered.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

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[faetima]

𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞. .

. . one day you receive an odd text from an unknown number. you try blocking the number, but it doesn’t work.

oh well, it’s probably just someone pranking you.

right?

// tws ; lil bit of cursing, stalking ; gn reader ; modern au, yandere au

a/n: sorry for the weird formatting!! tumblr wouldn't let me format it correctly :(

also sorry for the random bigger text, it keeps changing random letters and numbers to be bigger for some reason??

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧.

aconties — symbolize hatred and that you should be cautious.

aconite - veil

always forever - cults

jealous girl - lana del rey

suki suki daisuki - jun togawa

yes or yes - twice

saccharine - jazmin bean

stalker’s tango - autoheart

an unhealthy obsession - tbrso

candy coated suicide - night club

i wanna be your boyfriend - hot freaks

i’m a slave 4 u - jazmin bean

the red means i love you - madds buckley

body - mother mother

red lights - bang chan, hyunjin

playlist <3

𝟭.‎‎‎‎‎

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

18:12 december 12th, 2024

unknown number

hello, my aconite. :)

you

hi

who is this?

unknown number

oh, dont worry about that.

youll know very soon, my beloved aconite. <3

read 18:20

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was unsuccessful ! please try again later .

𝟮.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

13:27 december 13th, 2024

unknown number

hello, my aconite!

how was your day today?

sent 13:27

unknown number

hello?

sent 16:43

unknown number

please reply. i know youre online, aconite.

you

please stop

who is this??

unknown number

i told you before !

haha, my aconite is so silly. never remembers anything.

like your math homework yesterday, hm? completely forgot to do it!

so cute.<3

read 17:38

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was unsuccessful ! please try again later .

𝟯.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

12:12 december 14th, 2024

unknown number

who is that boy?

you

?

unknown number

the one sitting across from you.

he keeps looking at you.

he keeps touching you. its pissing me off.

who is he?

you

he’s my friend

unknown number

sure.

well see how long that lasts. :)

read 12:48

--

you looked up from your phone, glancing towards bennett, and then around the small cafeteria which was packed with people, a shiver running down your spine.

whoever was texting you was here, and they were watching you.

𝟰.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

12:58 december 17th, 2024

unknown number

my beloved aconite, arent you supposed to be in class rigjt now?

right ***

ignore that.

and, most importantly, arent you supposed to be paying attention?

come on darling, on your phone in the one class i so happen to be in?

you can do this in chemistry or something. dont do it just when i so happen to be near you. i know for a fact you dont do this in any other class.

anyways, see you later ❤️❤️

read 13:02

𝟱.

you have started a chat !

09:27 december 18th, 2024

you

BENNETT

HELP KE

NE

ME

benny

Huh? Wht happened? R u ok?

you

NO

THERE’S THIS GHY

OR GIRL I DON’T KNOW

AND I THINK HE’S STALKING ME OR SOMETHING

benny

Huh?? Wdym?

you

LIKE

OKAY I DON’T KNOW IF HE’S STALKING ME

BUT HE’S GIVING ME REALLY FREAKY VIBES

HE KEEPS TEXTING ME

AND HE SAW ME TALKING TO YOU

AND THEN HE ASKED ABT THAT

AND HE WAS LIKE “HE WON’T BE YOUR FRIEND FOR LONG 🙂”

AND AND AND

APPARENTLY HE’S IN MY MATH CLASS???

AND HE SAW ME ON MY PHONE

JND TEHN HE TEXTED ME AND SCOLED ME

HELP WHAT DO I DO

benny

Just block him

you

I TRIED

IT’S NOT WORKING??

benny

Well I dont think u can do anything abt it besides that

Bc u dont hv any proof that he has any malicious intent

So uhm maybe just ignore him

Maybe hes just trolling u

you

yeah

maybe

read 10:01

--

you let out a sigh, putting your phone face down and burying your face in your arms.

what could you even do at this point? you didn’t have any proof they had any bad intent, and you couldn’t block them.

this whole situation was starting to freak you out. it didn’t help that you were pretty emotional and easily scared.

maybe you should look on the positive side. hey, someone finally has a crush on you!

you swallowed hard, breathing rapidly, heart racing. you buried your face deeper in your arms, scared of what was to come from this whole situation.

𝟲.

you exhaled shakily, a small fog appearing from it. you were shivering, the outside cold pinpricking your skin like tiny needles.

choosing fashion over warmth probably hadn’t been a good idea, but who cared? you liked dressing up. it was worth sacrificing your comfort for something you enjoyed! plus you would’ve been cold either way. it would be heated enough in the classroom anyway.

at least you hoped it would be.

you walked at moderately fast pace to your school, putting in your earbuds. you scrolled down your playlist on spotify, finally finding the song you had been craving to listen to. you clicked the play button on it, refraining from humming along to it.

you found yourself repeatedly glancing behind yourself, even though each time you looked no one was there. every time there was even the slightest of rustling able to penetrate through the sound of the music you were listening to, you’d jump, paranoid.

ever since you had received the first message, you had been on edge, and for good reason. this whole situation was extremely different from what you experienced in your day to day life.

before this, you hadn’t even known of anyone liking you romantically. it wasn’t that everyone hated you or something, you were just pretty shy, which led others to socialize with and notice you less.

a lot less.

it was a bit disappointing, but at least you had a few friends.

you had been lost in your train of thought too long. as you walked forward mindlessly, you hadn’t noticed a figure also walking in front of you.

you crashed into the person and staggered a little before regaining your balance.

luckily the person didn’t fall or anything, but instead stood rigid like a stone wall.

you gasped out a few apologizes, repeatedly saying “sorry”.

but you immediately shut up when the person turned around and when electric purple eyes met your own.

you swallowed hard, freezing as the person scowled at you.

𝟳.

“watch where you’re going,” the person muttered, still scowling at you. her loosely braided hair—a shade of bright purple, similar to that of an aconite, with some lighter purple highlights within it—fell down the front of her shoulder, and she pushed it back. the motion itself was filled with pure elegance and grace.

”i- uhm, sorry,” you mumbled, your neck getting hotter as you lowered your head a little in shame.

the girl rolled her eyes.

even that was full of daintiness and fluidity.

she sighed the slightest bit, seeming to soften a little.

”it’s fine, i guess. just watch where you’re going in the future.”

she mumbled those words quickly before turning and walking away briskly, pulling out her phone and rapidly texting someone whilst walking.

the sharp clicking of her heels was the only thing heard in the crisp and cold morning air.

suddenly, your phone buzzed. you took it out, hands trembling the tiniest bit.

--

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

07:54 december 19th, 2024

unknown number

where are you?

youre in class by this time.

read 07:54

unknown number

answer me.

read 08:01

unknown number

stop fucking leaving me on read.

read 08:04

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was successful !

𝟴.

22:39 december 20th, 2024

unknown number

youre going to regret this so, so much my pretty aconite.

im going to pick all your petals off.

one

by

one. <3

your message was not able to be sent ! you may have been blocked by the recipient . if not, please try again later . if the problem persists, please contact customer support .

𝟵.

a few days had passed since you had blocked the number.

now you sat in class, chin placed in the palm of your arm. you felt eerily drowsy, but knew it was just because of how bored you were. the teacher droned on and on about some sort of math formula. you didn’t bother listening, knowing it would only make your head hurt if you tried to understand what was going on.

you were snapped out of your sleepy daze when the teacher said something about a “group project”. she said there would be groups of three or four, and that groups would be predetermined, but you could request to be put in a group with someone else.

the person sitting in front of you passed you the slip to request to be put into a group with someone.

you passed it to the person behind you after realizing what the slip was for.

you just had to be assigned a group project in the class you had no friends in. it could’ve been in literally any other class, but no, instead it was in the class where you barley knew anyone.

you didn’t put anyone on the slip because you barley knew anyone in the class, and the people you knew probably were already going to put someone else on the paper.

you put your head down in your arms, closing your eyes, listening to the erratic chatter around you.

what you didn’t notice was that, on the slip, someone had already put your name down alongside theirs.

𝟭𝟬.

you sighed softly, finally done with school for the day. you opened the door to your house, and were hit by the strong and unmistakable aroma of your favorite meal. 

you stepped into your house, closing the door quietly and setting your backpack down. you greeted your mom, who greeted you back. she stood in the kitchen, cooking your favorite meal.

”can you go to the store for me? i need salt for this, but we ran out,” your mom stated, gesturing towards what she was cooking.

you nodded silently, turning to leave. you opened the door, closed it, and started walking to the store.

--

upon entering, you couldn’t help but notice how empty it was. usually there were at least a few other people, but right now you could only spot around four.

you walked around the store but, even after ten minutes of sauntering around, couldn’t find the salt for some reason. maybe you were going blind or something.

you decided to ask an employee, timidly walking up to one and tapping him on the shoulder.

he turned around, bright purple eyes meeting your own. a scowl, which didn’t quite seem to fit him, adorned his pretty face. his hair was a dull shade of purple, and light wispy bangs fell on his forehead. his skin was extremely clear and pale like porcelain, and looked as if it could shatter any second. the resemblance to a doll he bore was uncanny.

”what?” he snapped, glaring at you through his bangs.

”uhm, sorry to bother you, but, uh, do you.. do you know where the salt is?” you asked, fidgeting a little with your fingers.

he let out a long, deep sigh.

”yes. follow me,” he muttered, already walking towards the isle.

you followed in suit.

𝟭𝟭.

tentatively, you looked up from your hands to see who was in your group.

the first person you laid your eyes upon was a girl with light blue hair tied into an elegant and sleek ponytail with a black ribbon with golden streaks. she had a small beauty mark under one of her eyes, which were a pale shade of blue, matching her hair.

sitting beside her was a guy who was a bit taller than her. he had green eyes and messy honey-yellow hair that was tied into a ponytail with a scarlet red ribbon.

you moved your gaze to the last person.

he seemed oddly familiar, like you had seen him somewhere before. you couldn’t quite remember where though, maybe at park or store?

he had feathery bangs which fell down his forehead in a almost perfect matter. his hair itself seemed to be styled in a jellyfish cut of sorts, and was a dim shade of lavender. his eyes matched the color of his hair, and were narrowed to form a scowl on his pretty face. his skin was eerily pale, almost like porcelain.

the boy who you were just looking at let out what seemed to be an annoyed sigh, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes at something.

the blonde boy spoke up first.

”so, uhm.. hi. i’m thoma.”

following in suit, you all said your names after him.

thoma spoke again.

”do you guys have a phone number or something we can use to contact each other with for the project? i already have ayaka’s, so i just need you boths’.” 

scaramouche shook his head.

”i don’t have access to my phone right now,” he muttered, still scowling

”oh.”

”we, uhm, we can use instagram or something to message each other?” you said, the slightest hint of nervousness lacing your voice.

”sure,” ayaka said.

scaramouche and thoma nodded in agreement.

you all wrote down your usernames on a piece of paper.

--

once you got home, you took out your phone, typing all their usernames into the search bar and following them one by one. after doing so, you added them all to a group chat.

𝟭𝟮.

you have started a chat !

18:12 december 27th, 2024

you

hi

@.lookingforthoma

Hello.

@.hidingfromayaka

🤑

@.flowers4sc4ra

hi. ig.

@.hidingfromayaka

LMAOO WHY IS UR USERNAME THAT

UR ALWAYS SO EMO BUT NOW

”FLOWERS4SC4RA”

LMOA LMOA

@.flowers4sc4ra

shut the fuck up.

you

pls stop

@.flowers4sc4ra

sorry. ig.

@.hidingfromayaka

OMFG

HE KIST

USYT

JUST

SAID SORRY

TO U

SHEJSHWJAHAAKAKWK

you

okay anyway

there’s two parts on the project

i was thinking we could split up into teams of two and then each do one part or smth?

idk man 😭😭

@.lookingforthoma

That sounds good.

@.flowers4sc4ra

ok.

@.hidingfromayaka

i call dibs on working with ayaka 😛😛

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𝟭𝟯.

you stood in front of his house’s door, rocking back onto your heels and then up onto your toes, nervous. you clutched the bag you were holding—of which was filled with notebooks and various school supplies.

you were anxious, waiting for scaramouche to answer the door. it had only been a minute, but to you it felt like ten.

you couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. you didn’t know why or how or when or where, just that you had a bad gut feeling.

but you shook it off, knowing you had to work on the project.

all of the sudden the door opened, slamming against the wall in a violent manner, making you flinch a little, torn out of your thoughts.

you glanced at the doorway, laying your eyes on the indigo-haired boy.

”uhm, hi,” you mumbled, swallowing nervously.

”hi,” he replied, voice and face blank; devoid of any emotion, “uh, d’you wanna come in?”

you uttered a small okay, walking inside after he shuffled a little to the side.

“we can work in the living room, i guess.”

you nodded silently, following scaramouche as he walked to the living room.

--

upon arriving, you placed your bag—which you had been clutching so hard your knuckles had turned white—down. you both sat down on the ground, and, after taking your things out, started working on the project.

scaramouche was sitting slightly behind you, doing his part of the project. once every few minutes, he would lean his head over your shoulder—face almost touching it—in order to see what progress you had made.

your heart beat much, much faster every time he did it, face getting hot.

and of course that didn’t go unnoticed by scaramouche.

--

around an hour after working on the project, you asked scaramouche where the bathroom was.

”straight, then go left,” he said. he didn’t even glance up at you as he told you where to go, just continued writing on the notebook splayed out in front of him.

you got up, walking out of the living room and straight like he said.

only problem was you didn’t quite remember if he had said to go right or left after going straight.

you decided to go right, and came across a door. assuming it was the bathroom, you opened it.

you really wished you hadn’t after you saw what was inside.

𝟭𝟰.

after you had opened the door and seen what was inside, you really wished you hadn't.

inside there were hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of photographs. they were plastered all over the walls, overlapping each other. they covered the ground, the walls, the ceiling, everything. the only things in the room besides that were a bed, a desk, and a computer monitor, which was lit up.

the bright screen blared at you, enticing you to come look.

the monitor displayed pictures of a house, probably running from security cameras or the like.

but it wasn't just any house, no.

it was your house.

your room.

your kitchen.

your living room.

your fucking house.

a wave of dizziness and nausea hit you. you felt sick to your stomach, leaning on the doorway for support.

then you heard something clattering behind you, falling to the floor.

you looked behind you, eyes wide.

scaramouche was standing there, frozen. he had dropped his phone to the ground, which had a photo of you working on the project opened on it.

”why the fuck are you in my room?” he burst out, almost yelling at you.

his room?

you became even more still than you were before, if that was even physically possible.

”y-you- your room?” you uttered, voice audibly shaking.

scaramouche just glared at you, hands fisted up.

then he took a step toward you.

you, in turn, stepped backwards.

the slightest rusting of paper was heard—presumably some of the photographs getting crushed underneath your feet.

he walked closer.

you backed away.

it was a vicious cycle which eventually ended when you bumped into a wall. some photographs fell down to the floor from the motion.

scaramouche cornered you in, staring at you with an unknown glint in his eyes.

it was a combination of everything you had made him fucking feel—obsession, anger, lovesickness, loathing.

he leaned in towards you, mouth almost touching your ear from how close he was. his hot breath fanned across your neck.

”well, since you’ve already seen everything, there’s no point in letting you leave now, hm? not when you’re right where i want you, my beloved aconite,” he whispered, pulling away. scaramouche grinned.

he stared at you with a mixture of emotions in his eyes, but the most prominent was limerence.

 “you’re finally all mine. my aconite.”

[cybsoo2]

my obsessive fan

╰┈➤ synopsis — Each story is a glimpse into what your life would entail if these seven were your obsessive fans.

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!bts x idol!reader

╰┈➤ word count — 3.6k

╰┈➤ content warning — murder, yandere behavior, stalker behavior, kidnapping, just the usual

ੈ♡₊˚｡ over to ⇢ pt.2

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ; GUYS HOBI DOESN’T ACTUALLY KILL HIMSELF!! i realize it kinda seems like he did but don’t worry he’s alright just a lil traumatized :)

—Kim Seokjin

Jin considers himself unexplainably lucky

The universe has given him a chance that he’ll never be able to deserve

One day during his first semester of college he met someone special that little did he know would change the trajectory of his life forever

Seokjin made a friend and they grew fairly close as the years went on, until one day this friend came to him with a bittersweet conversation

She was switching to online school as her dreams of becoming an idol were finally answered

Jin supported her decision and waited patiently for her debut

An Autumn song caught his ear on the day of her debut and his eyes no longer followed her form

Instead, Jin became starstruck by the lively girl who made the stage her own

Since that day, Jin only sees his relationship with your member as insignificant

He only cares to engage with them when it involves you

Seokjin is a snake with his words and uses his charms to his advantage

He’ll manipulate and lie his way into getting new information about you

Although, sometimes it’s slightly suspicious when almost every time they hangout is when you’re tagging along

He really has just turned your co-worker into a tool at his disposal

At the most lowly point of his life, he even resorted to flirting with the foolish girl in order to sneak into your dorms

Granted, this repulsive act brought up serpents in his stomach and he had to restrain himself from the gags that tore up his throat

He wound up drowning himself in mouthwash to try and get rid of the rancid taste that never seemed to leave his lips (He was tempted to almost bury himself in bleach but resisted)

This traumatic event did have an upside though, as he was able to creep into the dark corners of your bedroom when his other companion was asleep

Unfortunately, you were not safely sleeping under his watch but just being able to stand in the place he frequently hallucinates about is enough for him

His consciousness moves into a dream-like state as he takes in everything that your fingers have touched

His heart flutters while silently sweeping his gigantic hands over your stuffies and sheets

He takes a seat on your bed and breathes in the reflection of your spirit

Shaking hands reach for the sweater tossed to the left of him

His lips quiver and he can’t hold back the sobs that force their way of him

His misty moon-eyes shine in the light that passes through your curtains

Blue bleeds from his curled up body and coats every surface of your previously vivid room

He despises the way his rotten emotions have blended into your walls

Nibble fingers then quickly gather any item that has sucked up his sorrow (At least that’s what he tells himself)

He’ll take these souvenirs of your sunshine and cherish them until that delightful day arrives when you eventually take their place

—Min Yoongi

He’s your producer and songwriter

Articles and fan sites have become fascinated and praise the poetic nature of your songs

Each line is drowning in lovesick emotion that carries the weight of the human soul

Each song is unique with a variety of tales telling love and sorrow combined with hateful rage and tortuous terror

Every lyrics he writes is a vow to love you

It’s not a surprise how romantic and illusionary his songs end up being, his heart always sings for you after all

Every time your songs win an award he feels as if his love is validated

And every time a songs fails to reach an achievement, he sobs for days on end, promising to do better

He will not let his words fall flat and be mistaken for empty oaths

His apartment is an archive, full of stacked books overflowing with the words of adoration that never stop their cascade

A graveyard of blue pens (your favourite colour of course) lies in the corner of his living room, each scripted soldier aiding to the thousands of verses written in your honour

Above the TV playing visions of you, are the hundreds of awards placed delicately upon his shelves

You’ll have to excuse his selfish desires but he couldn’t stop himself from taking them

Each award is a golden reassurance that his love for you is reality and the world is aware of it too

It’s even better that these trophies were once held lovingly in your hands

He used to trace the ghost of your fingertips along the lines of the figurine 

Although, once he realized his tainted touch smudged away your memory, he cut his fingertips off in a panic and laid them up on his wall where they've stayed still ever since

Drifting away from painful memory and onto thoughtful perceptions, in a competition between your siren singing and your sweet spoken call, your regular voice comes as a close second

Each sonnet you speak is that much more meaningful due to the fact that what you say are the words he wrote

An angelic tone constantly fills the silence of his apartment from dusk to dawn

It’s even more euphonious watching you perform in the studio

He can’t help his glossy eyes from floating to stare at your open lips

Whilst your silver voice is the constant background noise that fills his head, Yoongi finds time to record you speaking light-hearted chit chat during your recording sessions

When the time comes and Yoongi must make his way home, he walks slow in the studio but sprints on the sidewalk

His rush can be contributed to the fact that Yoongi is always inspired to work on some arrangements when provided with new material

He’ll cut and paste the pieces of his collection and create new paragraphs that he pretends you said to him

Yoongi sees your life as a duet

Neither complete without the other

He used to sing in silence but his voice is so insincere compared to yours

And he takes pride in the way your career and prosperity relies on him so much

You two are so trusting in one another yet a step to far away

It’s a pity Yoongi’s too accepting of his life with you to risk taking it a step further

—Jung Hoseok

In Hoseok’s realm of reality, you are both undoubtedly in love with one another

Yet your relationship is a secret, kept hidden away from prying eyes and stuffed into the back of his closet where cardboard cutouts and posters sleep

Hobi’s too shy and nervous for his undying love to be publicized, so he’ll just stick to supporting you from the sidelines

He has a YouTube channel where everything and anything is all about you

His favourite segment is unboxing the hundreds of albums he purchases for everyone of your comebacks

Before cutting open the wrapping he’ll wish and beg to see your face so much it’s almost satanic

When he pulls your photocard he almost faints in excitement but when his hands are dirtied by pulling the face of another one of your members he ends up trashing the card

Speaking of your photocards, his collection includes every single card that can be found

Binders upon binders are filled with your face and when he ends up doing a tour for his channel, the video ends up being over 30 hours long

Hoseok’s favourite hobby involves curling up in his bed and cradling your limited edition twin plushie in his crushing embrace

He nestles up to the faux sense of security, stroking the soft fabric and pretending it’s you

Soft yet erratic gasps tumble from his warm mouth

His head controls the ghosts of you that creates strawberry cheeks

A sensitive smile paints it’s way onto a caramel canvas

His body grows hot as his hopeless fantasies drive him into delusion

Swollen lips begging out to brush up against yours

His eyes hang heavy lidded with overblown pupils 

His previous crying mellows down as trembling whines grow needier

He daydreams about how you’d feel held up against him

A raw, rose-bud blooming between the both of your bodies

His heart trembles, overwhelmed by your hands tugging at his hair and dragging your peachy, plush mouth across his neck

Honey hot hands grip harder to the sheets beneath him

You make him so weak

Heat pools below his stomach, all strung up in pretty pleasure

Pressure building and body temp rising, Hoseok’s lost in a fool’s paradise

After every climax in utopia, Hobi is hit with the reality of his predicament

The rainy nights that follow look something like this…

Hoseok gets his head bashed in by a reality check

His brain is blown to bits, bleeding south along his bathroom tiles

Venom pulses through his veins as he wishes the world would lose it’s mania

Veracity is Hoseok’s enemy but it’s a good thing he’s hopeful

—Kim Namjoon

You make Namjoon so curious

His thirst grows stronger in need of consuming any knowledge slightly related to your existence

Namjoon knows you better than the gods who created you

He’s your worshipper who knows your wants and needs of the past, present and future

Namjoon always keeps updated about your schedules, personal plans, and tiny details which other fans have shared

He keeps a binder stocked full of information

The binding is bursting and pages threaten to flutter out of their place

He’s set aside every Wednesday and Friday to study your life and it’s interesting habits

Saturdays are for quizzes which he forces his roommates to participate in

He’s even started to live his life exactly like yours in order to feel closer to you

This includes him eating the same meals you do and visiting places you’ve been photographed at just minutes after its been posted

He’ll never miss out on purchasing all products you endorse or are seen using

He’s even tailored his style to match your own (He’s always been a fan of couples clothing)

And Namjoon, ever the worrier, is anxious that all your lives, messages, and posts are in danger of being corrupted and lost forever, so he downloads all your content into an archive for safe keeping

Namjoon is a worshipper, dedicating his devotion to your entirety

In a walnut wardrobe with a false backing is where your shrine meets his eyes in the early morning and late night

Of course it’s adorned with the finest and most expensive amenities

Jewelry, love notes scribbled onto loose-leaf paper, totems of the gods luck, and a single golden lock of your hair (Don’t ask him how he got it)

The centrepiece held in this sacred sanctuary is a painted portrait of yours truly

Namjoon’s never been much of an artist but it would be such a travesty not to document your desirable beauty

Every fine features flows into the next, blurred together with emotion and sentiment

He spend almost all the hours of his wake languishing away in an attempt to perfect every detail

He persisted in his laborious ways until every curve, divot, and colour matched that of your own

When a year has faded away and his mastery is finished, pearl droplets of ecstasy and varnish are used to seal it

His half of the shared flat he lives in resembles more of an art gallery and archive then an actually home

No part of Namjoons personality, hobbies, or are emotions are his own

All this mania and madness is for you

The generous god who was gracious enough to let him love you

—Park Jimin

Jimin is your #1 fan

He was there as you built your career from the bottom and has supported you in every way possible

Every album you produce winds up in his grasp and every song is played on repeat the minute of release

He’s watched every video you’ve ever featured in 100 times over

Posters of you are plastered over every inch of his room, some photos even spilling out into the hallway

Jimin’s favourite lullaby is the sound of your siren song that flows from his CD player every night

Your sugary, sweet voice slithers deep into his thoughts every moment of every day

You are the best things that has ever happened to him… but also the worse

Park Jimin is so fucking jealous

He’s always had trouble containing the fiery beast that lies unsettled in his stomach, yet lately it’s been getting bad

He sees the way you interact with your members and he doesn’t think they’re good for you

They hide your true potential under fake smiles that smear their scarlet lip gloss

He hates only being able to watch as ‘fans’ cover you in filth

His hatred has almost boiled over so many times that he had to stop going to fan-meets

Jimin would never lie to you but he can’t let you see him like this

Death would be a better fate than seeing the disgust that would splatter across your face at the sight of him in such a state

Crystal rain already begins to fall down his face at the mere inclination

The sour words you would spit at his feet and your hardened glare that would piece his chest

However, this doesn’t mean all that he’s done to show his love already is a lie 

He not interested in deceiving you, and the truth is that Jimin is so very sensitive

He’s caring and emotional, selfless when it comes to showing his worth

But sometimes Jimin feels that there’s two sides to him

A twisted twin that he’s so very tired of pushing down

Jimin is growing weak and he isn’t sure how much longer he’ll be able to contain the monster that’s ripping apart his rib cage

—Kim Taehyung

Taehyung is your eternal shadow

He follows you in the light of day and stalks you in the dark of night

Having Taehyung as your obsessive fan would be like an undying disease

His entire life revolves around you

You are his universe

The first time he caught a glimpse of your face he rushed home to etch the memory onto paper

A fire ignited in his lungs where the smoke billowed out into short, wispy breathes

By the time the next day rolls around he still sits hunched over his desk drawing doodles of you in his notebook

This nights insomnia foreshadows many more sleepless nights spent studying pictures of you

After many weeks his drawings became too lifeless and he yearns for a stolen look at your features once again

The months that follow involve Taehyung spiralling into a new insanity

He quit his job and left his apartment, all in search for a closer spot to you

Taehyung and you share the same silhouette

This is proven in the way he pursues your every move

His new expensive camera captures every moment his eyes fail to catch

The walls of his room are covered in pictures of you taken by his artistic eye

He loses himself in the dreams these candids encourage and traces the outlines of your image as daylight falls

So lost in his own mania he catches himself mumbling your name in place of his friends and mistakes strangers scent in similarity to yours

As time grows old, Taehyung becomes bolder, more infatuated and impatient

This masochist like to tease himself with your touch, stealing the skin he meets when his stalking becomes more akin to silent assault

He takes the risks that put your whole relationship in stake

His crimes double in number as his obsession becomes insatiable

His delusions morph into a place of real-life euphoria as clarity escapes his mind

Last night, right when the clock aged 11 in the absence of light, he stepped foot into your domain

He hasn’t been thinking straight lately, too blinded by his fantasies to consider the consequences

He crawls over to your bed where heaven lies in a slumbering state

He’ll let his throat tear itself to sheds speaking his heart-felt confessions to you

“I’m crazy about you.” Two kisses laid to bed on the crest of your chest

“You’re the center of my world.” Bed sheets rustle as he pulls himself closer

“I’m completely, and utterly devoted to you.” He melts into your unconscious embrace

When the sun wakes, he takes his time dragging himself off of you and out the door

Let’s see how far Kim Taehyung is willing to test his temptations before he destroys it all

—Jeon Jungkook

“You’re the one I’m dreaming of, in endless love, you’re my forever.”

Jungkook’s love for you is infinite, yet despite his honest intentions, the execution of his attachment can be quite clumsy

It seems that your love is so shocking that it electrocuted his mind

Your breathe so toxic that it ties him up in a tongue-twister, tripping over his words for the days to follow

Body so heavenly that his brain has melted into mush upon your first encounter

Jungkook first spotted you on a billboard in the city and he swore he could see the stars in your eyes

Since then he dove head-first into everything there was to know about you

He schedule practically matches yours too a tee

Although this was not without great struggle, after losing his job, blowing his rent money, and setting fire to his friendships, Jungkook has endured everything in order to be close to you

He makes sure to attend all your events, concerts, fan-meets, and all things in between

He’s the one who shouts your name the loudest, he gives you the biggest gifts, and he sends you the most love letters

Practically every one of your fans knows who he is at this point

Jeon Jungkook is a psycho fan who stalks you, is blacklisted from almost every venue (But that never stops him from finding a way in), and has had rumours of assaulting other fans who get in his way

His obvious obsession is also what leads him to check all articles, management posts, and your social media every night

This is was leads him to a harrowing discovery

“Unfortunately, popular k-pop idol L/N Y/N has fa-” He never finished the sentence before he threw up

Checking back on the article his concern became reality as news of you being injured broke his barely beating heart

The ice water drifting through his veins pours out of him in the form of desperate teardrops

Ear-shattering wailing disrupts his neighbours sleep and Jungkook's crying continues on for the rest of the night

The only solution to his misery comes to him in a disfigured dream

Jungkook makes his way to your apartment on an evening that borders on sunset

Fresh flowers are placed in front of your door accompanied with a hundred page note and a stinging smile

He hopes that this will cheer you up in your times of great distress

…His plans end up backfiring completely

The next night you go live and Jungkook waits athirst for the words you’re about to speak

“Please, please stop coming to my home. I can’t trust or appreciate anyone who so blatantly ignores my privacy and safety. If I have to beg you to stop stalking me then how can I even call you my fans?”

You think he doesn’t love you?

No, no, no, no, he loves you, oh god he loves you so much

Why can’t you see it?

Can you not tell just how much his heart screams out for its other half?

Do you not notice all the agony he has endured, and will continue to endure, in the name of your happiness?

This revelation brings on a fit of hysteria 

Fears squeezes the air out of his lungs as he hyperventilates on the living room floor

Wet words are yelled out between sobs and pleads for your love

His tears don’t stop flooding his eyes as he lies helplessly on the wooden floorboards that soak up the sadness

Hours border on days as he lays limpless

He doesn’t eat nor sleep yet only mumbles a hopeless mantra that he prays will reach your ears

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you-” 

Poor, pathetic Jungkook

All those days sitting in sorrow allow a dire idea to fester within his mind

Termites of idiocy tore apart his brain and spat out of the lovelorn remains

Perhaps this distance is what’s limiting your sight of his loving languish

He wants to be closer to you, craves it, no, needs it to survive in this confusing world that pins you two against each other

So all this thinking leads him to kidnap you from your dorm

He shushes your scream with the hand held over your mouth (one that also holds a wet rag submersed in chloroform)

When you wake you’re disoriented and full of confusion

You’re faced with an unfamiliar ceiling and dark shadows that spiral into your sight

The only strong force that keeps you connected to this world are the arms wound tight around your torso

The muffled man comforts your crying before you can notice his own

“Now I can finally show you how much I love you.”

© cybsoo2 2024, all rights reserved ‎

[lu-lus-dicks]

@huskers-bar x @nunalastor chapter 3

Tags: enemies to lovers, angst?, eventual fluff, yearning?, soft huskers-bar, both mods are separate people, no beta we die like i do in this fic (not yet though), minor character death, ooc, au: hellaverse (hazbin hotel), nunalastor is head of the marketing department of the hazbin hotel (lucifer grabbed them randomly), jealousy?, huskers-bar is an employee at voxtek, lulu as a villain, lulu is a dog, huskers-bar is a liar, secret dating?

chapter: 3/? / chapter Word count: 1,659 / total word count: 4942

nunalastor as a single entity is nunalastor, traumatized mod dickmaster and cursed mod nun. and huskers-bar just husk/huskers. babygirl anon will be babygirl anon. I will be lulu. Angie will be angie but is meant to be read as angel dust.

A/N: peepee poopoo nunalastor lore drop uwu. thinking of removing the enemies to lovers tag on this because the plot has changed so much from what I originally planned. lulu is losing the funny so less funny stuff this chapter

As Huskers stood there, frozen in the doorway, their eyes widened with a mix of surprise and mild anxiety. They couldn't believe their luck-or was it misfortune?-to stumble upon them at a place like this. All the while Dickmaster kept staring at them with that unwavering gaze. One that could only belong to a cat that had too much catnip

"And who are you?" Dickmaster hissed, finger pointed directly at the huskers, their eyes narrowing and emitting an intense glare. "some kind of stalker?"

Huskers cleared their throat, trying to break the awkward tension they had accidentally created. If only this was a normal meeting. "Um, hey there! Fancy meeting you both here... I am not a stalker, actually. I work at voxtek and Angie, who I had to work with, informed me of the hotel and I liked the idea... didn't think I'd see you here" They choked on their words, offering a nervous smile while fidgeting with their fingers and displaying a toothy grin that seemed too wide to be genuine. They grabbed the hem of their shirt and started tugging excessively. Their hands felt way too sweaty.

"You're avoiding my question, who are you?" Dickmaster retorted, taking a step back and finding support on the nearest surface, which happened to be the bathroom door. Their eyes narrowed, radiating skepticism and cautiosness.

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for huskers. Nunalastor genuinely didn't seem to know who they were, which why would they? It's funny to even think that. This meant Huskers had a golden ticket, a second chance. Maybe they'll get to know them and change their mind on hating them? It was in the realm of possibility. At least they hope so.

"oh just one of the anons" Huskers lied through their teeth, waving a hand awkwardly and dismissively. The nervous chuckle was the last cherry on the top for their fabrication. "Love your blog by the way" Huskers offered the compliment, attempting to salvage what was left of the already a horrifying first impression.

Dickmaster though, seemed to loosen up a bit after that answer, though still kept their guard up. One could never know about these things and it wouldn't be the first time their instincts were right.

"ah, there's too fuckin many of you... have some mercy on my lil ol askbox sometimes" They added, slipping back into their online persona. Brushing off imaginary dust from their attire and examining their hand closely, it became apparent that this was probably a nervous habit of some sort.

The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward, leaving Huskers unsure of how to continue the conversation. However, they couldn't just... give up. Their desire to get to know Nunalastor better was the reason behind hiding their identity after all.

"uhm yeah... what, are you even doing here?" Huskers asked, after an uncomfortably long minute of just staring at the wall directly behind Dickmaster. The lump in their throat was starting to annoy them and he was starting to sweat.

"None of your buisness, Stalker" Dickmaster retorted, instantly stiffening up in response to the questioning. Was this turning into an interrogation? how dare someone ask something about them! They are a private person damn it! What'll they ask for next? Their favorite color?! Disgusting

Huskers recoiled, taken aback by the response which felt way more aggressive than it needed to be. The fact that they had just been called a stalker didn't even register in their mind.

"oh sorry, uhm... I should just leave then huh?" huskers asked, gesturing back to where they had come from, their nervous smile faltering to a saddened but genuine expression.

The flushing of the toilet was a lot louder than it needed to be and so was the sound of the door slamming open. Finally, Nun had decided to leave the bathroom, with an emotionless stare towards Huskers. "you should" They said.

Dickmasters eyes sparkled with joy as they reached for the bathroom door. Finally, inner peace-except their mood was immediately spoiled as soon as Nun picked them up bridal style.

'We'll be leaving now" Nun said, not even sparing a glance in Huskers' direction. They turned and started heading towards the direction of their shared hotel room without a second glance.

"Right, see you later" Huskers waved a little dejected, definitely startled but what could he do? ... Besides, they'd probably get more opportunities to interact with them if they decided to stay at the hotel. Though it's back to square zero as it seems, or square negative one.

Dickmaster unapologetically sexily started squirming and thrashing in Nuns grip "what?! wait-Nun-HOLD ON I STILL NEED TO USE THE-"

"Pee on me instead" Nun didn't even hesitate

"i need to shit-"

"sorry, shit on me instead" Nun corrected themself before dissapearing behind their room.

Huskers stood there confused and kind of amused. "What the fuck?" They said, pulling out their phone. They just need to know. They had to kno. They opened nunalastors inbox, hit the anonymous switch and wrote out their question. Within moments, a ding went off on their phone

what are the mods relationship with eachother? - anon

lulu we know this is you - nunalastor

~

"What the fuck was that, Nun?" Dickmaster angrily shouted as soon as the hotel room door was locked behind them. Managing to wriggle free from Nun's grasp, Dickmaster regained their footing, assuming a stance that demanded attention and respect, one that was clearly not showing.

Nun immediately switched their usually nonchalant or sassy tone to a more serious one. Their eyes were understanding but nevertheless a little angry. Who wouldn't be in their shoes? The annoyance of the demand was very much palpable. "You know you can't be seen out in public like this!"

This response only served to further enrage Dickmaster. They deserved their personal space! They weren't a child! This overprotective behavior was getting out of hand and becoming too unbearable.

"But Nun," Dickmaster began to explain, their voice a mix of frustration and determination, "they were here seeking redemption, I'm sure it's—"

"they could be another one of those stalkers! not like it hasn't happened before!" Nun interrupted, their voice filled with a mixture of frustration and caution. They knew all too well that encounters with obnoxious fans were not pleasant ones, especially considering they were in hell. It didn't even stop when they were out for snacks once in a blue moon. They never wanted a repeat of that incident with that crazy one, Lulu or whatever the fuck his name was, something stupid like that.

Dickmaster though was not budging. Despite the awkward tension of the encounter with huskers, they didn't think the anon was any danger to them. Either of them. Their gut feelings were always trustworthy "They didn't seem like it, they said they worked at voxtek and that Angie invited them, they wouldn't be here if not for Angie"

"That doesn't prove anything," Nun countered, equally stubborn, refusing to give an inch and provide Dickmaster with even a sliver of space. They were aware of how annoying and frustrating their protective stance might be, but their conscience simply wouldn't allow them to come to any form of harm.

This disagreement triggered a hissing fit from Dickmaster, who refused to accept Nun's ridiculous behavior. It had been a month since the last extermination and since Nun had started acting overly protective. Dickmaster paced back and forth in the room, desperately trying to channel their frustration into anything other than punching the nearest wall. "IT SHOULD! I can't be monitored like a hawk! this is ridiculous!"

Nun grumbled, fully aware that this confrontation was inevitable. It was time to employ their ultimate weapon. They put on their most sexiest face, placing a hand on Dickmaster's shoulder and attempting to physically ease the tension. "Sorry, babygirl. Let me apologize with my tongue."

"no" oh no. It's worse than Nun thought.

Nun took a deep breath and let it out, now it was time to get serious, as much as they despised doing so. They locked eyes with Dickmaster, offering the most sincere expression they could muster. Their voice adopted a soft, low, and soothing tone, oozing with genuine concern. "listen, dickmaster, you know I'm just looking out for you right?"

"Maybe" Dickmaster avoided looking at Nuns eyes, they were angry and Nuns eyes were the last thing they wanted to see. Instead, their eyes found comfort in the apartment floorings unusual patterns, refusing to look up.

Nun didn't like that, but didn't try to force it. "And that I want what's best for you?"

Dickmaster scrunched up their nose, not even hesitating with their response. "Debatable, considering you—"

"Please!" Nun interjected, their grip on Dickmaster's shoulder tightening as they cut off their sentence. They didn't need a reminder of what they did. "please, let me get your soul back for you first, let me make it up to you and then I can leave you alone, promise"

Dickmaster was in a whirlwind of thoughts, most of them screaming to slam them against the nearest wall and feed them worms but that was besides the point

"not like you're giving me a choice" Dickmaster very reluctantly gave in, clearly not happy about it, not one bit. They crossed their arms and put some physical distance between them. "fine."

Nun decided not to push further. A heavy sigh sounded throughout the room. "Thank you." Nun finished, finally happy they got through. They opened up their ask box and started answering more headcanons as a distraction.

~

Back at the hotel, a sinner, looking a little too much like an imp sits at the stairs of the entrance of the hotel, humming a tune to himself. A pair of footsteps could be heard behind him, along with that of a cane, commonly mistaken for a dildo.

"Ah. Lulu my dear, what brings you here this lovely evening?"

[rafesfavslut]

i just saw your obsessive!rafe headcannons AND that your requests are open!

i have this idea of stalker!reader who (obviously) stalks rafe. like online and in real life. she’s obsessive and will do everything to be with him.. rafe has only seen her once and one day he realizes how often they coincidentally meet at random places and even his friends notice🎀 pls i need this..

AHH omg i love love love this

im sick rn and having a lil writers block :( so it will prob be out in a few days bby <3 ill make sure to tag you in it!

[1-800-whore4alexturner]

I Wish I Would Have Seen You In The Bakery

Alex Turner x gn!Reader

Warnings: Alex being a lil bit of a stalker, some cursing

Synopsis: There were three times Alex Turner saw you. But you never saw him (or so he thought).

The First: You’d just gotten back from your shift at the bakery and were headed to the park on the other side of town with a large bagful of freshly baked croissants to share with the squirrels and ducks in the nearby forest.

You hadn’t expected anyone to be out there at this time of day, but as you were walking through the park, you noticed a man sitting on a bench. He was wearing black slacks and a brown shirt. His hair was long, messy, and brown. His face was angular, and his dark eyes were rimmed red.

You stopped dead in your tracks and stared for about five seconds. When he didn't look up or acknowledge you, you continued walking. But the image of the stranger stayed with you. As you neared a particularly dense patch of trees, you heard a rustling noise behind you. You looked around and could see nothing but trees. Then you heard it again, and froze. The rustling sounded like branches snapping. You turned around, slowly, not taking your eyes off the tree line. The sound was louder now, and then you felt something brush against your calf. You jumped back. The man who had been sitting on the bench was gone. You spun around and started walking back towards your car, the image of the man never leaving your head. What you didn't know, though, is that an image of you never left his.

The Second: You had just gotten off your shift once more, this time heading to drop off some letters to family in your hometown. What you didn't expect, though, was the same man to be there as well. You walked over to drop off the mail while trying to ignore his stare. Could he have noticed you were staring at him earlier? No, you were careful to make sure you didn't get caught. But why, then, was he staring at you.

Maybe he wanted a job? That seemed plausible. You wondered if he worked part time for a newspaper or something like that. Or maybe he was a reporter. That would be interesting, since his face didn't seem familiar. Even with these invasive thoughts about the man, you ignored them and continued with your original task, acting as if the man was not there. Still, though, the image of the man never left your head. And neither did yours leave his.

The Third: Finally. After reaching the weekend, you and your friend went down to the arcade, playing games and bowling. After a while, you both got hungry, ordering some food and two lemonades. The thoughts of the man reappeared in your mind. You started to chew on the straw. There he was. The same man. How was this possible? You were sure you had seen him somewhere before the first meeting. Maybe he had taken one of those photo shoots for that magazine you saw online a while ago. Or maybe he was some kind of celebrity. You thought about asking his name, but you decided against it. You'd figure it out later. Besides, what could you possibly say, ‘Hello, my name is (Name), and I think you're a famous person’? No thanks. I mean, what could you do instead of just ignoring all of this.

The man noticed you, that much was obvious. He didn't know, though, that you noticed him also.

To never meet is surely where you’re bound.

[sunlightmurdock]

katie!!! thoughts on bradley/jake/rhett as characters you've written and their approach or views of *social media* the stories written in present day, at least!

Ooo interesting!

Sub Rosa Rooster — Is on Facebook only, got Instagram after he started dating lil Kazansky, uses it solely to watch reels (bc he doesn’t get tiktok) and comment nice things on his girl’s pictures, that he took.

MFIY Rooster — This man is a menace the social media world. Snapchat, Instagram, fuckin tinder. He was on it all, but his time for social media kind of dries up when he becomes a dad. His Instagram feed goes from keggers and fishing trips to first steps and matching outfits with his kid

Ceasefire — Is kind of on a couple of them, but not really into any of them that much. Doesn’t really spend a lot of time on any of them, very much an old soul. Stalker through Hyde’s old Facebook pics once though.

TIP — Was on social media before he met Hawaii babe, doesn’t use it that much. Definitely becomes like her insta bf, always taking her pics for her and stuff, but doesn’t ever really post or do anything himself. Refusing to go Facebook official with Amy was probably the first thing they ever fought about

BBB — is on a couple of different social media’s but is kind of an old soul and doesn’t really get any of it. Has some YouTube videos up of his highlights through his career. Instagram is mostly videos of him training (which Bambi definitely shows her friends to flex how hot her man is)

Parent Trap — This man knows everything there is to know about internet safety. His children are menaces and have outsmarted him more than once, so he doesn’t play when it comes to internet access. Child safe access only. His social media presence is pretty quiet since he’s trying to be a good role model for safe practices online.

Op Apollo Jake — Was pretty normal about his social media use. Like he was on it, posted now and again, kept up to date with his friends. Went ghost after he left the Navy, deleted it all together after he joined the Secret Service

*leaving safe zone Jake nd Rooster out for obvious reasons*

[munsonology]

Well I need a new therapist lmaoooo

I told her I was uncomfortable regarding a certain celebrity.

I don't mind them as a person, though I feel they are v performative on certain topics and exploits things for money. My main issue is they don't tell their fans anything like they don't say hey no death threats. Maybe they have and then I would feel slightly better about the person, but the fans are moreso my issue.

Regular fans are fine, my sister is. But its the rabid stans who want to crawl in the celebrity's ribcage to breathe the same air as them. Crazy. True definition of stan. Like, I know someone who quite literally went to this celeb's concert not once but THREE times. Fine no big deal, enjoy, I've been to a concert more than once just not in the same concert season lineup thing. Except they then begged for money because they had spent their money for rent and their BABY who is going through a growth spurt has no clothes that fit- this person even said they spent the money on the concert in the comments. Like what???? I've seen fans doxx people for having a differing opinion. Just not people I feel comfortable associating with

Normally idc im not involved whatever, just avoid them. The REASON it got brought up to my therapist, wasn't because I just randomly dislike this celeb. That isnt the reason.

The REASON it got brought up is because Spotify wrapped happened and I mentioned that I was uncomfortable because two people who severely fucked me up mentally (one was emotionally abusive and the other harassed and stalked me) had this artist in their top 5. Also My ex friend who ended up posting pictures of my house when she knew I had a stalker (I had moved snd they hadn't found this place until they posted) also had this artist in top 5. (And yes if was malicious, we had an argument and then they posted the outside of my house, sure they deleted the post later but the guy had already seen it as she had a public account and he followed some of my friends on fake accounts. We weren't friends after this)

I made the comment that they all had widely different tastes but all liked the same artist, and I made a joke that I should have known it was a red flag (we had spent the therapy session discussing signs i should have noticed in these people and ways they were alike which made me even think of the artist WHICH is why it was brought up).

And to be fair the reasons I listed of the people who have done things to me are probably why I dislike the celeb.

But my therapist actually called me stupid and wrong because apparently the artist was in THEIR top 5. Which, uh, okay my bad. Started going hard against me, even cursed at me So I again point out that in my mind it's linked to my abusers and people who betrayed my trust, and my therapist went "the majority isnt like that" to which I mentioned the rest of the points about things I've seen online. I guess I could have just apologized but she was coming at me and I was already on edge talking about everything, then they called me stupid and berating me...

Well I was uncomfortable then but i thought "hey, you did insult someone they obviously like, it's normal to be a lil defensive" and was like well we can move past. But no, quite literally this last session sealed the deal, because instead of talking about my trauma or anything, she made me listen to their albums. Which wtf??? Who does that irl?? Explained all the nuances and the theories and shit I DONT CARE about. I tried to tell them, but ok I also infodump on things I care about. Then they told me that my abusers must not be THAT bad because they have good taste. I walked out. Still got charged for the full session, and I filed a complaint. I dont see how they have their license????

I'm pissed rn haha and it actually had the opposite effect and has solidified that I do not like this artist in my mind. At. All.

Aww bestie that sucks 😭 first thank you for sharing! Second, this therapist is completely unprofessional. They shouldn’t have let their personal like of this artist affect how they’re treating you during the sessions YOU pay for.

And the fact that someone spent their rent money and their baby’s money…where’s the priorities, where’s the values, where’s the morals?

For me, I’ve also disliked a celebrity because of their fans and fandoms. Especially on twitter. I could write a whole thesis on how dysfunctional this fandom is on twitter 💀

There’s good and bad sides to all fandoms, I think in general we all have to find where we fit and surround ourselves with people who value us as much as we value them.

Anon, you have every right to like or not like something. That’s what makes friendships beautiful. I hope you’re able to find a therapist that can support you properly anon 🩷😭 some of these people get their license out a happy meal

[hazbincalifornia]

Glad that stalker died, lord knows what shit he’d say about lil pippi online

Oh, if he went after Pippi, they'd probably track him down and make him stop. For good.

[ausetkmt]

Sky News: 'Crazy stalker' attacks Elon Musk's car as Twitter boss threatens legal action against account tracking his private jet

Sky News: 'Crazy stalker' attacks Elon Musk's car as Twitter boss threatens legal action against account tracking his private jet.

Elon Musk has threatened to take legal action against a Twitter account that tracked his private jet after a "crazy stalker" attacked a car carrying his young son.

The 51-year-old billionaire wrote on the social media platform that he would be taking legal action against Jack Sweeney, a university student and programmer, who started the @elonjet flight-tracking account.

"Last night, car carrying lil X in LA was followed by crazy stalker (thinking it was me), who later blocked car from moving & climbed onto hood," Musk wrote.

"Legal action is being taken against Sweeney & organizations who supported harm to my family."

It came shortly after Mr Sweeney's @elonjet account, which has more than 526,000 followers, was suspended by Twitter, despite a pledge by Musk to keep it up because of his free speech principles.

A new rule for all users was also announced – no more sharing of anyone's current location.

"Any account doxxing real-time location info of anyone will be suspended, as it is a physical safety violation," Mr Musk tweeted.

"Doxxing" refers to disclosing online someone's identity, address, or other personal details.

[x3rrorx]

"Do we even know if Carolina actually talked with Noah’s past ex relationships? Because there is literally nothing online of any of his past relationships (that I’ve personally seen) other than some old photos floating around on Pinterest. So as to HOW she would find any of those girls is a bit concerning. Especially how she stated that he would NEVER let her anywhere near his phone."

this person has already proven she has no scruples, so IF she indeed contacted his exes, I wouldn't be surprised to find out that she's used her own ways to discover who they are. lil lady can be a stalker when she wants to.

Oh for sure. Each of them have proven to me so.

[hshouse]

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[calzonekestis]

Hi! Can you educate me on who is terrorizing bi women over ships? I havent seen anything about that since im not active on twitter.

Oh. Oh God, I wish that was me. Ok, strap in. I’m using the small font and everything - and this is still a long one.

But sure. Grace Van Dien and Amybeth McNulty are two actresses who played new characters in the fourth season of Stranger Things. Both of them are bisexual. Amybeth came out on twitter a while ago, whereas Grace made it publicly known on a twitch stream when asked if she supported the lgbt+ community.

I’m less aware of the crap that Amybeth has been getting, but from what I know it mostly involves just people being dismissive of her character (who is also bisexual) in favor of shipping her character’s canon romantic interest (Robin) with Nancy - who while people can headcanon as they want, has only been shown up to this point to be straight.

The hate that Grace has been getting though, is just. Legitimately insane. She played Chrissy, and because she enjoyed the budding dynamic she had with Eddie and has like retweeted fan art or shared it to her IG stories - there’s a sect of fandom that acts like she’s Creepy and Obsessed with the actor who plays Eddie.

She’s not. She’s literally his friend.

Also, said actor, Joseph Quinn, is arguably an even bigger shipper than she is. He’s just not online (his ig is managed by a friend) and he’s also not a woman. Like, I’ll just be real - that’s why he hasn’t gotten the blowback she has.

There’s a very large sect of Steve/Eddie shippers (and I know it’s not all of them, but it’s a vocal sect… and also a lot of Joseph’s fans I’m general) who are just. Awful towards her. Not even about her character, but about her, as a person - who they don’t even know.

They make really gross claims - like that endorsing Eddie/Chrissy the ship she was endorsing p*dophilia. Nevermind the fact that the characters were in middle school together, have like a max age difference of 2 years - and their own ages and birthdays are inconsistent within the show’s own canon.

Eddie was implied to have repeated his senior year twice. This would make him about 19/20. His missing poster lists his age as 17.

Chrissy’s initial casting notice and Grace’s audition notes list Chrissy as being 18 years old. She’s a senior, graduating class of 86. So when she and Eddie weee in middle school, she would have been Grade 6 when he was Grade 8. If he’s 19/20, she’s 17/18. A school record that was seen in a single frame stated she was 17, and was killed before turning 18.

Again. The prop department makes mistakes. The Duffers make mistakes, and especially in regards to birthdays. They forgot Will’s canon birthday as it was previously mentioned and no one acknowledged it all despite an episode explicitly taking place on that date.

The p*do claims have also been thrown about towards fans because they draw Chrissy as being Smol in their fan art, and, yeah, there’s a reason for that. The character has an eating disorder. Grace came forward today actually (whilst talking about things mentioned below) and confessed that she herself had dealt with one in her youth.

So that’s just. Incredibly shitty. Telling petite women who either are either struggling/have struggled with that experience that they look like little girls, and that only people who fetishize that could find them attractive.

Then just. So many of these people project their own obsession with Joseph Quinn onto Grace for some reason? I guess because they’re jealous she knows him and is friends with him? She, he, and the actor who played Jason were lil trio offset while during filming. He’s called her a brilliant actress and a lovely person, but apparently they think she’s a stalker that they need to protect this grown ass man from.

Some people went back 10 years in his friend’s Facebook photos to find pictures of him as a teenager - and make them their avatars. These same people claimed that Grace is like a stalker. The other day they claimed intentionally mirroring his look in a selfie, because she was wearing the very totally unique white t-shirt and jeans combo. And Joe wore a white shirt and jeans to a con some weeks ago. And Bruce Springsteen wore it on the cover to Born to Run. And he did that because it’s like the most generic casual unassuming comfy outfit there is. But no, she is obsessed.

Like, I thought that was as pathetic as it could get - but no, it gets worse. Recently these people found an older tumblr account Grace found when she was in her teens. This was an account she used along with therapy to help herself cope during a very difficult time in her life.

These people doctored screenshots of old posts to make it seem as though she had said racist and ableist things. Thankfully, the Good side of fandom came along to help pull out receipts to debunk these as fake, and have sent all the fake screenshots who sent them along to her management who will probably involve lawyers if we’re being honest.

Thankfully.

All the while these specific shippers are like. Making themselves out to be some morally enlightened ones? That their ship is better because it’s a same sex ship? They’re progressive and care about representation, meanwhile if you ship the adorable metalhead cheerleader couple who are both legal, or would be if they weren’t dead, thus making this all a moot point…. but if you ship them… you’re a degenerate. Apparently.

It’s ok to have a same sex ship, by all means! Representation is important, I’m bisexual myself. People just need to learn to accept that someone is not homophobic because they don’t ship your fandom ship, or accept your headcanons as fact.

People are free to not like the Eddie/Chrissy ship - while also recognizing the characters canon importance to one another. You don’t have to make it out to be “problematic”, you can just say it’s not your thing.

You absolutely don’t have to attack an actress for just living her life. Yes, she likes the ship. Joe likes the ship too, he made the decision to play it as his character having a crush on hers - and apparently he improvised multiple flirty moments. He’s been saying in the press and at cons how much that character impacted his own, and how he wishes they had the chance to get together.

No one has said anything about him being creepy or obsessed. Or David Harbour, when he admitted to reading Jopper fanfic.

But they attack the women. The openly bisexual women. It’s Big Oofs from me.

There’s just a really nasty misogynistic element to it all that’s undeniable. And like, again. With Amybeth it’s mostly gross erasure, but with Grace it’s not only erasure of her character… who is fictional…

…but instead personal and slanderous attacks. On her, the real person. It’s being called a p*do enabler, people being gross about a trauma she shares with her character, and like. Calling her a stalker, when she’s not. She’s a professional, the man’s coworker, but she’s also his friend.

The most heinous thing to me is this latest attack. The hunting down a blog she had before she started acting. A blog she used to help her through her own trauma, and then violating the sanctity (for lack of a better term) of that safe space to make shitty photoshops so they can spread misinformation that she’s a terrible person who said terrible things.

Many of these shippers aren’t even part of the queer community themselves, they’re just a bunch of people who want to see two hot white dudes with good hair kiss. That doesn’t make them an ally, that makes them horny.

The cyber bullying, harassment, slander, forcing people to publicly address their personal and private trauma. Like, yes, I wouldn’t want to put words in her mouth - but even if she’s holding her head high they are absolutely intent on terrorizing her. Whether or not she feels terrorized, I think she even knows that’s the intent. It’s not an isolated incident, it’s been non stop attacks on her social media ever since the end of May when the fourth season dropped.

And Grace for her part has said that tumblr has been great, in spite of its hellsite nature. It’s mostly all on twitter. I’m not going to share the screenshots in question, Grace requested that people just delete them and not let them stay Out There after sending them to her to forward to her team. It’s just. Messed up is an understatement. Idk what if even is anymore.

TLDR the people being awful to these women are just the most Awful parts of the fandom.

[scapegrace74-blog]

Love Stained, Chapter 5

A/N  I remembered it was Sunday!  And so, here is the next installment of this fic.  It’s nearly half-way done (in terms of word count) so it feels like the right time to inject some mystery and angst, while still enjoying all the sexy goodness that Alex and Claire’s affiliation brings.  Thanks to everyone for reading, commenting, kudoing and reblogging.  

The full fic to date can also be read on my AO3 page.

Jamie trotted up the steps to Geillis’ practice, already ten minutes late.  It was raining hard and oxblood curls released cold rivulets down the inside of his collar.  He made a mental note to book a long overdue haircut.

“Sorry to keep ye waiting,” he apologized as he entered the cozy office.  “I was at the studio, and time slipped away from me.”

“No' to worry, fox cub.  I ken how ye get when ye’re working on a project.”

Not for the first time, Jamie marveled at the fact that this woman, with whom he had a cordial but strictly professional relationship, was the only person on the planet who knew both of his identities.  What would happen, he wondered, if she also learned what had caused him to live this bizarre, Janus-headed existence?  It was precipice he didn’t dare approach.

The following minutes involved the usual exchange of updates and observations.  Never much of a note-taker, Jamie kept the details of each of his clients in his head.  Only his online calendar bore witness to his appointments with the small handful of women he treated at any one time, carefully coded to obscure their purpose.  God help him if Jenny ever stuck her meddling nose into his business and found “Oral Sex with Maisie McWilliams” scheduled for a Sunday afternoon.

“Una’s cancelled her last two appointments,” he informed Geillis.

“Aye, she mentioned.  Ye did the right thing, Jamie.  The lass clearly had designs on ye, an’ the last thing ye need is another Laoghaire MacKenzie situation.”

Mouth set in a grim line, he nodded.  He hadn’t enjoyed hurting the young woman’s feelings by re-affirming his role as a surrogate, not a prospective lover, but he couldn’t handle another stalker.  It had taken him months to walk down the street without feeling phantom eyes watching him the last time.

“I’ll give her a list of alternatives.  Maybe someone a lil’ less captivating than yerself,” Geillis added with a wink.  “That frees ye up to take on someone I’ve started working wi’.  Camille Du…“

“French?“ Jamie interrupted, a lead weight sinking between his ribs.

“Aye.  Moved here after her divorce.”

“No’ interested,” he bit out.

Green eyes took on the same intensity as a cat following the movements of a bird through a window.  Jamie forced himself not to squirm.  There was a breathless instant when he thought she might interrogate him.  Peel back his layers and peer at the tender, raw thing inside.  Then, with a blink, the moment was gone.

“How did yer first session with the Randall lass go then?” she continued as though nothing had happened.

Jamie re-donned his inscrutable mask and briefly summarized his first appointment with Claire.  Geillis jotted down a few notes.

“Take yer time wi’ that one, lad.  She may force herself to do more than she’s ready for because she thinks it’s what ye want of her. T’will be a novel experience, putting her own needs first.”

He considered Geillis’ advice as he made his way down the street, his shoulders hunched against the persistent rain.  While nervous and unsure, Claire’s behaviour hadn’t struck him as unduly permissive.  Then again, his track record of reading a woman’s inner motivations was hardly flawless.

***

“It’s really coming down out there,” Claire commented once he forced the bothy door shut against the buffeting wind.  “Here’s a towel for your hair.  Let me see about some warm tea.”

From beneath a veil of terry cloth, Jamie watched her bare calves skitter away and wondered how long she’d been waiting for him, given how dry and warm she appeared.

“I drove up yesterday,” she answered his unspoken question from across the room.  “I hadn’t realized how nasty the weather had turned, otherwise I would have texted you to postpone.”

Finally satisfied he wouldn’t leave a small puddle on the floor, he paused to watch Claire light a small camp stove.  A cooler bag of provisions sat open on the tabletop next to her.

“It’s no bother, lass.  I wouldna be much of a Scot if I couldna manage when it’s plowetery out.”

“Plow-wet-ery,” he heard her repeat under her breath as she concentrated on preparing their tea.

They sat on the futon and sipped their tea, letting its warmth take root.  The wind off the North Sea flung ropes of precipitation against the windows.  The view, which the previous week had been sunny and pastoral, was nothing more than four rectangles of angry grey.

“How did you feel after our last session?” Jamie began after they’d both set their mugs down.

“Good,” Claire answered quickly.  “Well, strange. The idea of allowing a man who isn’t my husband to touch me, and all that.  But that feeling predates our acquaintance.”

“And your husband’s reaction?” That was a concern, any time there was a partner in the picture.  That they would feel jealous or undermined and let those feelings out on his client.

Pretty plump lips thinned into a frown before her gaze sheered away.

“Claire?” he asked, bending down to try to catch her eye.

“He was disappointed we hadn’t slept together.” Her voice was so muted, he had to struggle to hear it over the rain.  “I tried to describe your approach, how it’s about establishing a rapport, but…,” she took a deep breath, “I understand.  I do. He just wants all this behind us, so we can move on with our marriage.”

A three-car pile-up of thoughts collided in Jamie’s mind.  Incredulity that a marriage be defined solely by its sex life.  Anger at the disregard for his professional guidance.  And underneath it all, a percolating suspicion that Frank's motivation was prurient, not expedient.

He’d never been more thankful for his poker face.  At the end of the day, his job was to release Claire Randall from her sexual hang-ups, not counsel her on her marriage.  To succeed, he needed her to trust him; unfold to him; like him, even.  That wasn’t likely to happen if he let his disgust for her spouse reveal itself.

“These matters canna be rushed, lass.  Last week was just an icebreaker, but if you’re in agreement, we can proceed to the next step.”

With hopeful eyes and an eager nod, Claire consented.

“Good.  With your permission, then, I’ll disrobe.”

“You’ll… wait, shouldn’t I be the one getting naked?”

Jamie chuckled.

“I’ll no’ be completely scuddie.  We’ll save that for later.  Today is about measurin’ your reaction to being the one doing the touchin’, using the same scale as last week,” he explained.

Confusion was apparent on the confessional of Claire’s face, so he went on.

“Sex is a conversation.  At times, one party does all the talking, but the listener is still involved in the dialogue.  May even enjoy the act of listening as much as speaking, for a while.   Especially if their partner is excited about the topic, ye ken?”  He assayed a wink, knowing he had failed by the smirk Claire tried to hide behind her hair.

“I’d never thought of it that way.”

In his experience, few people did.  Being the actor in a sexual encounter implied a sense of selflessness as the giver of pleasure, when the opposite was often the case.  To be the one taking action was to be in control, as his own experience had taught him.  Predators stole from the meek.

“Shall we proceed, then?” he proposed, not liking the journey his thoughts had taken him on.

At her nod, Jamie stood and pulled his damp Henley over his head, proceeding to his belt buckle without daring a glance in the Englishwoman’s direction.  His socks made sodden slaps as they hit the stone floor.  It was only once he was bare down to his boxer-briefs that he ventured a look in Claire’s direction.

Her eyes were comically round and fixed on a point just north of his navel.  Outside the stutter of her breath, nary a muscle moved.  He could measure her pulse through the fluttering of the tender skin on her neck.

Jamie was no fool.  He knew he was physically attractive.  Good genes enhanced by an active lifestyle and a natural ease radiated from beneath his skin.

Handsome is as handsome does, his mam used to say.  It was a maxim he took to heart.  In his adult life, his looks had proven more of a curse than a blessing.  A burden all the more oppressive for his inability to shed it.

So it came as a surprise that his reaction to Claire’s whispered “you’re beautiful, Alex,” was an electric shiver.

Coming to stand directly in front of her knees, demurely pressed together beneath the fabric of her skirt, Jamie reached for Claire’s hand.

“Ye can touch me anywhere ye like, save for where I’m covered.  Dinna think of what would arouse me.  Touch me where ye think it would please you.”

“But what if I… arouse you by accident?” Claire asked, a hint of distress in her tone.

“Dinna fash yerself o’er it.  I’m a trained professional, aye?”  With another abortive wink, he managed to tease her pretty smile into revealing itself again.

For the next twenty minutes, Claire explored the landscape of his body, first with only her fingertips, but slowly, gradually, with the full surface of her hands.  She was particularly captivated by the furrows that bisected his torso, navigating them like a path through a labyrinth.   Thoroughly familiar with his front, she rose and, trailing a palm across the parabolic thrust of his hip, stepped behind him.  Jamie felt his heart start to pound, not in arousal but anticipatory dread.  Claire couldn’t know how difficult it was for him to make himself vulnerable in this way, his strength and quick reflexes meaningless to a threat that approached from behind.  Unobserved, he closed his eyes and concentrated on his breath, as he had taught himself to do.

The long ropes of his hamstrings held Claire’s attention for some time.  A featherlight touch that might have been her hair or even her eyelashes, ghosted over his back, followed by the humid puff of her breath.  But it wasn’t only the obvious destinations that drew her attention.  Kneeling before him with a cheeky grin, she drew her blunt nails over the exposed inner arch of his foot, forcing him to shift his stance.

“Ticklish, Alex?” she teased in response to his reaction.

Throughout the exercise, his client quietly but firmly rated her reaction to initiating each contact.  To his delight, nothing rated below a six.  His nipples, pulled erect in the thin scrape of his chest hair, scored a nine.

Before declaring herself done with her exploration, Claire planted her wee feet directly in front of his far larger ones.  Starting with a light tug of his curls and following the sharp abutment of his jaw until her dainty fingers reached his chin, her uncanny eyes adhered to his own.

“Beautiful,” she repeated.  For a foolish second, Jamie thought she meant his soul, and not the faithless flesh that housed it.