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Pt. 2

Madison Montgomery x Female Reader

The Coven was still gathered in the common room, the horror movie marathon well underway. The atmosphere was tense, the flickering glow of the TV casting eerie shadows across the room as everyone remained glued to the screen.

You, however, were glued to Madison.

Madison had pulled you into her lap halfway through the second movie under the guise of “comforting” you. Her arms wrapped protectively around your waist as you leaned back against her chest, but her smirk told a different story. She was loving every second of having you so close, especially as the jump scares made you squirm against her.

“Relax, babe,” she whispered, her breath warm against your ear. “It’s just a movie.”

Her tone was soft and soothing, but the slight press of her thigh beneath you was anything but innocent. It didn’t take long for you to realize Madison was up to something.

“Madi,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the movie.

“Hm?” she murmured, pretending to be engrossed in the film.

“Stop,” you hissed, though the shakiness in your voice betrayed how much you didn’t want her to.

“Stop what?” she asked innocently, her fingers digging into your hips just enough to send a jolt of heat through you.

You bit your lip, trying to stay still, but the subtle pressure of her thigh combined with the way she was holding you made it impossible. Every time you shifted, it sent a spark of pleasure through you, and Madison’s smug smirk told you she knew exactly what she was doing.

A particularly intense scene played out on the screen, causing you to jump slightly—and press down harder against Madison’s thigh. She tightened her grip on your waist, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “Careful, baby. Don’t want the others to notice, do you?”

Your cheeks flushed, heat pooling in your stomach as you tried to suppress a shiver. “Madi, please,” you begged softly, though you weren’t sure if you wanted her to stop or keep going.

She chuckled lowly, her fingers trailing up your sides in a way that made you squirm even more. “Shh,” she said, her voice teasing. “Focus on the movie.”

“How am I supposed to focus when you’re doing this?” you whispered, your breathing uneven.

“That’s the point,” she replied, smirking.

Zoe glanced over at you two, raising an eyebrow. “You okay, Y/N? You look… flustered.”

“I’m fine!” you blurted out, your voice a little too high-pitched.

Madison laughed softly, playing it cool. “She’s just scared,” she said, rubbing your back in a way that looked comforting but felt anything but. “These movies are a bit much for her.”

Queenie snorted. “Y/N, if you can’t handle it, you can always leave.”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Madison said firmly, her hand squeezing your hip possessively.

You buried your face in her shoulder, partially to hide your embarrassment and partially because the pressure against her thigh was becoming too much to bear.

By the time the movie ended, your body was trembling, your breathing shallow as you clung to Madison. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your temple as she whispered, “You’re so cute when you’re trying to keep quiet.”

You shot her a glare, though it lacked any real heat. “You’re evil.”

“And you love it,” she replied smugly.

As the Coven started to disperse, Madison pulled you closer, her lips grazing your ear one last time. “Let’s finish this upstairs,” she whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.

You didn’t need to be told twice.

AUTHORS NOTE: I MISS MY WIFE

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Scary Movies with The Coven

Madison Montgomery x Female Reader

Madison had convinced the Coven to join in on a horror movie marathon, though it was obvious her primary goal was to have you cling to her in fear. She’d picked the scariest movies she could find, her smug expression giving away her ulterior motives.

The living room was packed—Zoe, Queenie, Misty, and Cordelia all sprawled out on couches or chairs, with you and Madison sharing a corner of the biggest couch. The lights were off, and the eerie glow of the TV illuminated the room.

Madison had pulled you close under the pretense of keeping you comfortable, her arm draped casually over your shoulders. You didn’t protest, especially as the first movie got underway.

The scares started early—a sudden jump scare making you flinch and bury your face in Madison’s shoulder. She bit back a smirk, tightening her arm around you.

“You okay, babe?” she whispered, her tone sweet but laced with amusement.

“I hate this already,” you mumbled, peeking at the screen only to yelp at another jump scare.

Zoe chuckled from her seat. “It’s not that scary, Y/N.”

“You’re just used to it,” you shot back, trying to sound brave but failing miserably.

Madison, however, was loving every second of it. The way you clung to her, your face pressed against her neck, your fingers gripping her arm—it was intoxicating. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear.

“You can hold onto me as much as you want,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing.

You shivered, half from her voice and half from the on-screen tension.

By the second movie, things had escalated. You were practically in Madison’s lap, hiding your face every few minutes as the suspense built.

“I don’t know why you’re watching this if you’re just going to hide the whole time,” Queenie teased, throwing a piece of popcorn at you.

“Shut up, Queenie,” Madison snapped, glaring at her. “She’s fine right where she is.”

Zoe raised an eyebrow. “You seem a little too into this, Madi.”

“Jealous?” Madison shot back, smirking as she kissed the top of your head.

Cordelia chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Let’s try to focus on the movie, shall we?”

Halfway through the third movie, Madison’s patience—or lack thereof—started to show. Your constant clinging had clearly gotten to her in ways she hadn’t expected.

When another particularly terrifying scene had you curling into her chest, her fingers traced light patterns on your arm, her grip tightening slightly.

“You’re so cute when you’re scared,” she whispered, her lips brushing against your temple.

“Madi,” you hissed, your cheeks flushing. “Not in front of everyone.”

“Like I care,” she muttered, her hand slipping under the blanket to rest on your thigh.

“Hey!” Queenie’s voice cut through the tension. “What’s going on under that blanket?”

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Madison shot back, glaring at her.

Queenie rolled her eyes. “Y’all are disgusting.”

“Let them be,” Misty said, smiling at you both. “It’s kinda sweet, in a weird Madison sort of way.”

Madison smirked, her attention fully back on you as she leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You’re lucky they’re here, or I’d really show you how much I love when you get scared.”

Your face burned as you tried to focus on the movie, but Madison’s hand on your thigh and her teasing words made it impossible.

By the end of the night, it was clear to everyone that Madison had used the horror marathon as an excuse to keep you as close as possible.

Authors Note: THIS WAS SHORT BUT I MISS MY GIRL SM

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Ningguang x Fem Reader

“Two can play that game”

The opulent halls of the Jade Chamber echoed with a subdued elegance as you wandered among its gilded corridors, the weight of recent events heavy on your mind. A maiden—a visitor from a distant land—had dared to flirt openly with Ningguang, her touch lingering longer than necessary, her laughter a tinkling melody that grated on your nerves.

You had watched from a distance, each whispered word and intimate gesture fueling a fire of jealousy within you. When Ningguang finally excused herself from the maiden's company, you couldn't contain the turmoil that churned within your chest.

"Ningguang," you began, your voice laced with a mixture of hurt and frustration as you intercepted her path. "Who was she to you?"

Ningguang's brow furrowed slightly, a flash of irritation crossing her features. "She's merely a diplomat from Fontaine," she replied coolly, though her eyes betrayed a hint of confusion at your sudden intensity.

"She was flirting with you," you accused, your words sharper than intended as you struggled to rein in your emotions.

Ningguang's expression hardened, her jaw set in a firm line. "And what of it?" she countered, her tone a challenge that sliced through the tension between you.

The air crackled with unspoken words, the weight of your insecurities and Ningguang's pride colliding in a tumultuous storm. In a moment of reckless resolve, you turned away, hurt and frustration burning like embers in your veins.

That night, as the city of Liyue slept beneath a blanket of stars, you sought solace in the company of another—Diluc, a friend whose steadfast loyalty had never wavered. The warmth of his presence offered a temporary respite from the ache in your heart, though guilt gnawed at your conscience.

Unbeknownst to you, your actions had not gone unnoticed. In the quiet solitude of her chambers, Ningguang paced restlessly, a storm of emotions raging within her. Jealousy, fierce and consuming, gripped her heart like a vice, each imagined scenario a dagger to her pride.

When she finally sought you out, her demeanor was a mixture of vulnerability and determination. Her hand found yours, pulling you away from Diluc's company with a possessiveness that left no room for argument. Through the winding corridors of the Jade Chamber, she led you, her grip firm yet tender.

Inside her private quarters, the air was thick with unspoken apologies and unbridled passion. Ningguang's lips met yours with a hunger born of longing and regret, her touch a symphony of desire that reverberated through your soul.

"I was jealous," she confessed breathlessly against your lips, her voice a whisper of vulnerability that shattered the last vestiges of distance between you.

"And so was I," you admitted softly, your fingers tangling in her hair as you pulled her closer, desperate to bridge the chasm that had threatened to divide you.

In the quiet intimacy of the Jade Chamber, beneath the watchful gaze of Liyue's jade dragons, you found solace in each other's arms. The weight of unspoken apologies hung between you, each touch and caress a testament to the love that bound your hearts.

Later, in the warmth of a bath drawn with meticulous care, you sat together, the steam curling around you like a cocoon of tranquility. Ningguang's fingers traced patterns on your skin, each stroke a silent promise of devotion and forgiveness.

"I'm sorry," she murmured against your shoulder, her voice a melody of regret and tenderness.

"And I," you replied, brushing a kiss against her temple, "for letting jealousy cloud my judgment."

Her laughter was a soft breeze that stirred the fragrant waters around you, a cleansing ritual that washed away the remnants of doubt and insecurity.

"I suppose we're both possessive creatures," she mused, her tone light yet tinged with self-awareness.

"Only when it comes to each other," you teased gently, a smile playing at your lips as you pulled her close, reveling in the warmth of her laughter and the peace that settled over you like a gentle tide.

In the quiet hours that followed, wrapped in the embrace of love and forgiveness, you whispered promises and dreams into the stillness of the night. Above, the stars twinkled in silent witness, their light a beacon of hope and renewal for the bond that had weathered the storm of jealousy and emerged stronger than before.

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AUTHORS NOTEE:

THIS IS MY SECOND NINGGUANG JEALOUSY STORY AND IM SORRY I LOVE JEALOUS NING SM AND SPECIAL CREDITS TO THE ARTIST THE MADE THE PIC UP THERE UGHH THAT PIC HAS A STRANGE HOLD ON ME😋😋

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Ningguang x Fem Reader

An awful scare and jealousies

Days turned into weeks as you traversed treacherous paths and faced formidable adversaries in your quest for knowledge. Each step brought you closer to unraveling the secrets of the past, yet farther from the warmth of Ningguang's embrace.

One fateful afternoon, amidst the ruins of an ancient temple shrouded in mystery, disaster struck. A hidden trap sprung to life, ensnaring you in its grasp with merciless efficiency. Pain seared through your body as you fought to free yourself, but the damage was already done—a jagged wound marred your side, bleeding profusely despite your desperate attempts to staunch it.

Alone and far from civilization, you staggered through the wilderness, every step a struggle against encroaching darkness. Your vision blurred, the world spinning in a haze of pain and exhaustion. Just as hope threatened to slip from your grasp, a figure emerged from the shadows—a woman with ethereal beauty and a calm demeanor that belied the urgency of the situation.

Yelan, the adeptus known for her healing prowess, found you crumpled amidst the rocks, her expression a mask of concern as she assessed your injuries with practiced efficiency. "Hold on," she urged softly, her voice a soothing balm against the turmoil in your mind. "You're going to be alright."

In the sanctuary of Yelan's secluded sanctuary, nestled amidst towering cliffs and cascading waterfalls, you drifted in and out of consciousness. Her skilled hands worked tirelessly to mend your wounds, each touch a testament to her dedication and compassion. Through fevered dreams and fleeting moments of lucidity, you found solace in her care, grateful for the reprieve from pain and uncertainty.

Meanwhile, in the Jade Chamber, Ningguang's heart grew heavy with worry as days passed without word of your whereabouts. The hum of the celestial palace seemed dimmer, its splendor dulled by the absence of your laughter and warmth. Determined to find you, Ningguang marshaled her resources as Tianquan, leveraging her influence and knowledge to uncover clues that might lead her to your location.

Days turned into nights as Ningguang scoured the land, her mind a whirlwind of fear and determination. Her advisors and allies worked tirelessly at her side, their efforts fueled by the unwavering belief that love would prevail against all odds. Through sleepless nights and restless days, Ningguang never faltered in her quest to bring you home.

Finally, a breakthrough—a traveler's tale of a wounded soul found in the depths of Liyue's wilderness, tended to by an adeptus of unparalleled skill. With renewed hope and a heart heavy with relief, Ningguang set out once more, her path guided by the faint echo of your presence.

In the sanctuary of Yelan's refuge, you stirred from the haze of pain and delirium, your senses sharpening as awareness returned. Yelan's face loomed into view, her concern etched into every line of her delicate features. "You're awake," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress against your ear. "You've been through quite an ordeal."

Weak and weary, you searched the room with feverish urgency, your heart yearning for the familiar presence of Ningguang. "Where is she?" you managed to whisper, your voice raw with emotion as you struggled to sit up against Yelan's gentle insistence.

"She's coming," Yelan assured you, her gaze softening with understanding as she offered a comforting embrace. "She'll be here soon."

Minutes stretched into hours as you waited in the tranquil sanctuary, the anticipation nearly unbearable. And then, as if conjured by sheer force of will, Ningguang appeared in the doorway—a vision of grace and determination, her eyes ablaze with relief and love.

"Ningguang," you breathed, your voice a prayer on your lips as tears of gratitude and exhaustion streamed down your cheeks. She crossed the room in swift strides, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions that threatened to overwhelm you.

In that fleeting moment, amidst the warmth of Yelan's sanctuary and the unspoken bond that linked the three of you, Ningguang's possessiveness flared. She wrapped you in her arms, holding you close with a fierceness born of fear and love intertwined.

Yelan observed the reunion with a mixture of understanding and unspoken longing, her respect for Ningguang's claim evident in the depths of her eyes. Yet, beneath the surface, a flicker of admiration for you flickered—a silent acknowledgment of the strength and devotion that had drawn Ningguang to you in the first place.

Together, the three of you navigated the delicate balance of emotions, forging a bond that transcended jealousy and possessiveness. In the quiet sanctuary of Yelan's refuge, amidst the echoes of healing and renewal, you found solace in Ningguang's embrace—a sanctuary where love triumphed over fear, and the promise of tomorrow shimmered with boundless possibilities. After the ordeal in Yelan's sanctuary, you finally returned home to the Jade Chamber with Ningguang by your side. The journey back was filled with quiet moments of reflection and gratitude, each step a testament to the bond that had grown stronger amidst the trials you had faced together.

As you settled back into the opulent surroundings of the Jade Chamber, the familiar sights and sounds welcomed you like an old friend. Yet, despite the comfort of home, an ache lingered in your heart—a longing for the intimacy and closeness you had experienced with Yelan, and the unspoken tension it had stirred within Ningguang.

One evening, as the moon bathed the Jade Chamber in a soft silver glow, you found yourself alone with Ningguang in her private chambers. The air between you crackled with unspoken words and lingering desires, the memory of Yelan's touch a ghostly presence in the room.

"Ningguang," you began, your voice a hesitant whisper as you watched her pour over scrolls and manuscripts at her desk. She glanced up, her gaze piercing yet softened by the love and concern that bound you together.

"Yes, my love?" Ningguang replied, her voice a gentle melody that resonated deep within your soul. You approached her slowly, the weight of your confession heavy on your tongue.

"I missed you," you confessed softly, your eyes searching hers for understanding and acceptance. "But... I also missed the... intimacy we shared."

Ningguang's expression softened, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she composed herself with regal grace. "I understand," she murmured, her voice tinged with a mix of longing and determination. "Tell me... what happened with Yelan?"

A mischievous spark lit up within you as you saw an opportunity to tease Ningguang playfully. "Oh, you wouldn't believe it," you began coyly, your voice laced with feigned scandal. "She's quite skilled with her hands, you know. And her healing techniques... well, let's just say she has a way of making one forget about pain altogether."

Ningguang's eyes widened slightly, a hint of possessiveness flashing in their depths before she masked it with a composed facade. "Is that so?" she replied coolly, though a hint of curiosity lingered in her tone. "And what else did you and Yelan get up to in that secluded sanctuary of hers?"

You leaned in closer, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as you reveled in the effect your words had on Ningguang. "Oh, you wouldn't want to know," you teased, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Let's just say... she knows how to make a person feel very, very appreciated."

Ningguang's facade cracked ever so slightly, a mixture of amusement and possessiveness flickering across her features. "Is that right?" she murmured, her voice husky with desire as she closed the distance between you, her hands finding purchase on your hips. "Perhaps I should show you just how appreciated you are here, in my chambers."

Before you could respond, Ningguang captured your lips in a searing kiss, her passion and longing pouring into the embrace. The heat of her touch melted away any lingering doubts or insecurities, leaving only the raw intensity of desire and love that bound you together.

In the quiet sanctuary of Ningguang's chambers, amidst the opulence of the Jade Chamber and the lingering echoes of Yelan's sanctuary, you found solace in Ningguang's embrace—a sanctuary where love triumphed over jealousy and possessiveness, and the promise of tomorrow shimmered with boundless possibilities.