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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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crimson red part two

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warnings: 18+ only!!!, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NON/DUBCON, R*PE, M*RDER, stalker!rafe, branding, scaring, p in v sex, unprotected sex, knife kink, descriptions of blood

part one / part two / part three

you can practically feel rafes eyes on you. all day every day, no matter where you go, you know he’s not far. you try to go on with your normal routine, chest bandaged up underneath your shirt as you cringe, tugging at the scars as you attempt to reach the top shelf at the grocery store.

“here, i got it for you.” a tall man reaches up for you, grabbing the box of cereal and placing it in your hand.

“thanks so much!” you sigh with relief. you certainly don’t want to stretch your scars and cause them to start bleeding again.

“no problem.” he smiles at you. “i’m liam, what’s your name?” “oh, uh, y/n.” you also smile but he must get the vibe that you’re not really interested, giving you a nod before continuing down the aisle. liams handsome, but you won’t drag anyone into your life, not when rafe is knocking at your door every night. he doesn’t need to break in anymore, you gladly open it for him.

you finish your grocery shopping, wishing you would have gotten a chance to go earlier as you shiver, the cold air hitting your skin as you step out, still pushing your cart now filled with bags.

the setting sun guides you towards your car, making you realize that theres no streetlights as you squint to load your car, filling the trunk when you hear someone clearing their throat. you turn, expecting rafe.

“oh, hi.” you realize through the growing darkness that it’s liam.

“hello again.” his voice is deep, but nothing like the easy purr if rafes. “can i help you load your groceries?” you look to your cart, only a couple bags left.

“i’m almost done, but thank you.” you nod, turning back to your car, but you don’t hear his footsteps moving away on the pavement, instead there’s a scuff of a step forward. you keep your attention on your trunk, praying that he will get the hint and walk away. you hear a strangled gasp that has your eyes widening, turning quickly to see liams body crumple to the ground.

“oh my god, rafe!” you scream. rafe moves quickly towards you, pressing his palm against your mouth as your eyes widen.

“i told you to stay away from men. the only reason i don’t slit your throat too is because i heard you telling him to leave.” rafe moves his hand slowly, your chest still heaving up and down but now under more control.

you look from his blue eyes to liam, his eyes now completely lifeless and glazed over, red spilling from the cut on his throat.

“now let me help you.” rafe loads the rest of your groceries while you stand frozen. you let him move you, carefully take your hand and guide you to your passenger seat. realization doesn’t set in until rafe drivers you home, taking all your groceries in for you while you’re sat stunned in the car.

“come on inside.” rafe coos softly, his voice in contrast to the sharp blade inside the leather sheath hanging from his belt.

“oh my god.” your words whisper out before you scream the next ones. “you’re a murderer! you killed that guy!”

rafes hand is back over your mouth as you begin to struggle, trying to get away. you knew rafe was capable of terrible things, but you never expected for his obsession with you to go this far.

“shut up.” rafe grunts, letting out a shout when you bite at his palm, sinking your teeth in and pulling back, trying to hurt him even a little bit as much as he hurt you.

you manage to squirm away for only a minute before rafe is dragging you inside. “you made a serious fucking mistake!” rafe yells, tossing you over your shoulder as you resign to your fate, slumping forward. “going to show you what happens when you are a fucking brat.”

he throws you onto your bed, your body bouncing as he tugs your shirt off, not caring about the tears streaming down your cheeks. he rips your shirt in two pieces like it’s paper, so effortlessly it has your eyes widening, a reminder of his physicality, his pure strength.

“r-rafe.” you plead out, but he ignores your whimper of his name, grabbing your wrist and using your own shirt to tie it to the headboard. he rips your sports bra off next, again tearing it, causing your skin to burn from the sudden movement of the fabric. your other wrist is tied up next, so tight it makes you cry out.

“rafe, please, i’m sorry.” you lean forward, trying to convince him to stop. “i was just scared.” “you should be scared of me. i could fucking kill you and you act like such a brat. you should have waited for me to help you in the grocery store.” it’s ridiculous. all liam did was help you get something off the shelf, and rafe fucking murdered him for it.

“you’re right.” you nod. “just be gentle, please.” you plead, your cunt bruised and red from last night when rafe had you, shoved your face into your own mattress to soak up your tears as he tore your pussy apart.

“ill do whatever i want.” rafe peals the bandage back from your breast, tapping the scar in a shape of his first initial. “should i remind you that you're mine?”

you just whimper. you have nothing left to say, no dignity still inside as rafe tugs your pants off before undressing himself, placing his sheathed knife on your bedside table like always. a reminder, now a reminder stained with an innocent man's blood.

“my pretty little pussy.” rafe coos, fingers swiping through your folds. “she's so pretty i love her so much.” he bends down to kiss your clit before baring his teeth and biting down, making you cry out, back arching as you strain against the wrist restraints.

“did that hurt or did you like it?” rafe questions, kissing your clit again like he didn't just gnaw on it. “or both?”

you know he expects an answer, the way he's looking up at you impatiently. “both.” you hate admitting how much you like the effect rafe has on your body, but with his face in your cunt you know the rush of wetness would give it away anyways.

“good girl.” he hums. rafe picks your hips up, so used to manipulating your body as he shoves his hips forward, sinking his cock inside of you in one smooth motion.

“fuck, still so tight.” rafe grunts out, immediately setting a fast pace, cock stretching you out without remorse. the pain just amplifies your pleasure as you moan.

rafe is thankful that you have no close by neighbors with how loud the both of your are, his thrusts hard and punishing, one hand moving to pinch and pull at your clit, deciding not to be gentle as part of your punishment.

“p-please untie me rafe.” you whimper out.

“what, so you can just bite and hurt me again?” he shakes his head. “i don't think so.”

rafe groans as your cunt clenches around him, your hands gripping onto your ruined shirt, fingers starting to go numb from lack of blood flow.

“maybe i should just leave you tied up. maybe get some handcuffs and chains that way no man will ever flirt with you again.” rafes eyes stay on the scar on your chest. “maybe i should finish carving my name on you.”

“n-no. im yours, rafe. i know that.” you do. you thoroughly belong to rafe. even if he forgot about you, let you go free, stopped watching your every movement, you'll never be truly free. he's utterly wrecked you for anyone else to the point where you crave him.

with every thrust of his cock and tug of his fingers, you feel yourself breaking more.

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❛ 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑. reborn au

feat. Zhongli x Reincarnated!GN!Reader | PART I | wc. 4.6K

Based on 'See You In My 19th Life' | overview. this webtoon follows the story of a woman who can somehow remember all her past lives.

sum. after a sweet hello, your lips never found its way to say the bittersweet goodbye. because you knew you would always find your way back to him even if he won't recognize you in your renewable lives.

note. some scenes are purposely inaccurate to the canon lore

main.mlist genshin.mlist | xiao ver.

You first met him as Morax, a little child dragon you grew up discreetly meeting at a very convenient time of your day, never knowing what's stored for the two of you.

He first met you as Y/N who resides at the countryside near Mt. Tianheng in hopes to find new things to discover across the vast lands of Teyvat. And he did. He found you.

Young Morax found you crouched under an oak tree, the wind flowing with your otherworldly voice, enrapturing him in blissful comfort.

Perched in the tree branch, he listens intently and let himself melt in your grace. It wasn't the first time he finds you warbling a melodic tune, and each time he comes back to hear more from you, it's always a different song and it wouldn't cease to amaze him how much ditty you know.

He lost count on how often he'd fall asleep with your voice lulling him and wakes up feeling empty as the epilogue of his day is always spent without your presence.

Sometimes he wonders if you know he has been watching you, and if you do, why aren't you approaching him? No matter, young Morax doesn't intend to befriend with you.

But then one day...

"Hello! You must be the boy who likes to hear me sing by the tree."

He was caught red handed, perhaps he became distracted that he didn't realize he's been shamelessly stalking you. He couldn't stop his curiosity to follow you in your way home.

Not only he's been spying on you, now he sounds like a stalker. But you didn't suspect, there wasn't anything to be suspicious of anyway.

"H-Huh? H-How did you know?" He gotta commend you for your keen senses. He's the Dragon between the two of you, which means he's supposed to be the one who has sharper senses.

"You must be good at anything but hiding. I have known you've been following me, but I never get to see you up close, you're really majestic looking, by the way." You chuckled as his poor attempt of masking his flushed face at your compliment.

"I don't mind your company, in fact, I want to be friends with you."

Friends. What a foreign concept for young Morax.

He has heard of that term, it's common among mortals, but he's not a mortal. Does this 'friend' term stretches to immortals like him as well? If so, then he has no reason to refuse.

Says the person who one minute ago thought of every alternative ways to stay out of your way.

He was skeptical at your optimism, most mortals would be astounded at his appearance and try to persuade him to spill whatever secrets he has, but as he got to know you better, he was a bit guilty to categorize you as one of them.

His horns and inhumane features? Young Morax found out you're only fascinated by his unique physical looks. And never doubted it.

"Cool! You have horns just like our boars, where did you get those? Can I touch them?"

"Did you just compare my horns to a pig? Pigs don't even have horns! How disgraceful!"

The sparkle in your eyes quickly died down as it came, and the young Morax feels tight in his chest just seeing your smile turns into a frown. You insulted his pride though!

You mumbled a meek apology but still kept your sheepish smile, a glimmer of hope that one day he'd let you do it.

The next days were spent by you sneaking out your house every midnight to meet up with the dragon, Morax. He's slightly skittish, oddly resembling him that of a cat, which is cute.

You probably shouldn't be calling a literal Dragon cute, legends depicted them as tyrannical creatures who seek treasures.

Ah! Classic children's story to scare the kids away at night, it did affect you in some way.

But you can't help it when he would eagerly look at you whenever he asks you to sing him a song.

You'd sit side by side under the tree, you have to admit he'd either falls asleep amidst your song or asks you for the lyrics so he can sing it to himself too.

You even dedicated a song that lets a certain flower bloom.

"Glaze Lily? What's that?" Young Morax asked with tilted head.

A smile outstretched your lips, "Beautiful, right? It transforms the memories of the land into its fragrance during florescence."

"Really?! Is that why you're always out in the dark?" You chuckled sheepishly, feigning ignorance, "Don't know what you're talking."

You got to know each other, held hands like innocent children, share what little knowledge your pea sized brain can, hug whenever one seeks comfort, eat under the glistening sun.

Morax is... a sensitive individual, albeit rough around the edges, but he's young and still learning, and you're unbelievably patient with his attitude— a quirk from you that he greatly appreciates.

From that, young Morax grew fond of you and it isn't one sided.

He flies by the same tree and gives you random things he finds magnificent, whether it could be a rock he found by the lake or a rare item that no one has ever discovered before.

Well, the legend wasn't lying about Dragons and treasure, for sure

You'd laugh at the strangest things he discovers but accepted them nonetheless. Every object he gives you is worth something.

This has been part of your routine for days, weeks, months, even years maybe. You don't know how much time has gone by whenever you're with him and you never bothered to count.

Before you know it, the two of you are almost in young adulthood, he grew up to be a fine man, much unlike you were expecting. Nothing changed from your friendship, until now.

You were taken by surprise when he suddenly blurted out one day

"I want to show you what I see from up there one day, Y/N."

He gazes at you much differently when he looks at you when you were younger. There's a glint of promise in his eyes that you can't pinpoint, it sent shivers all over your nerves.

"You can just fly me up there, Morax. I'm sure I'm not heavy." You muster a smile in an attempt to ease your quickening heartbeats.

He never gave a reply, he only stared at you so intensely that it feels like he's poking your deepest and innermost thoughts.

The way he stares at you never fails to summon the tickling butterflies in your stomach and the blood on your cheeks. You merely regarded that as your hormones, anyone would be flustered if someone they're close to stare at them like that.

You should've known better that nothing in your world stays permanent. The only thing you remember after that day was his twisted look of desperation to keep you alive and tear stained amber dyes trying to get the last image of you in his memories.

"N-No... Y/N please stay with me. D-Don't leave m-me just yet." It hurts you more than the numbing pain in your abdomen to see him broke down like a cornered prey. So helpless and vulnerable.

"I-I'll always be w-with you, Morax..."

So cruel, just when you've begun to realize the burgeoning feelings you have for the Dragon, fate took you away before you have the chance to confess.

Should you be selfish to confess your feelings to him? If you do, it seems like you'll be punishing him an endless torture ahead, and you would never wish Morax to suffer for eternity.

You only smiled and caressed his horns, even in your deathbed you're glad you died in the arms of the man you ever loved.

At the last moment, you heard the anguished wail erupts from his throat as he clutches your form closer, begging and crying for you to come back, to not leave him like this, that he needed you, that he loves you. His pleas fell on deaf ears, for you weren’t there to hear him anymore.

But it became clear to you that he reciprocated your love.

It came a shocking twist when you opened your eyes you can hear multiple cooing sounds from around you. Didn't I die in his arms? Where am I? Turns out, you were reborn. But not as Y/N anymore and you were given a surname.

Unfortunately, the Celestia isn't so forgiving. You were suffering from an unknown illness that took away your second life at such a young age.

You trained hard and learned martial arts in your third life as you were born from a family whose tradition is to produce well-trained warriors in the future.

Fourth to eight life came by like a blur, there were times when you get to lived as an innocent child only for it to be ripped away a few years later with your past memories resurfacing.

You stopped counting after it hits a dozen, born in different class, society and unnamed nation. There's no point of it.

All you want is to look for Morax, but will he remember you? Will he even recognize you as Y/N? You're no longer the kid he grew fond of. No, you're much different than before.

What about him? Decades have past, does he still know of your name? You could've been a fragment of his childhood that he dare not talk about with his new friends.

Will I make your life more difficult by trying to reconnect with you, Morax?

Those thoughts haunted you for nights, often occuring in your dreams.

But what can you do, you're so far away from Mt. Tianheng, you don't even know if the village you lived in still exists nor do you know if Morax still visits the tree you first met.

Even if you did meet him in your new life, you ought to stay as acquaintances.

Aiding him in the shadows and lessening his burdens within your power.

In your hundredth life, all of your training in your third life is proven useful at the moment. You're known as the infamous warrior with no name that took down the monsters around Teyvat, you were revered to the people in the Guili Assembly.

War is threatening to wage amongst Gods and mortals alike.

When it came, no one is safe in and out of the battlefield. To survive they must fight tooth and nail, paint the lands in sea of red and play the game of thrones.

It was gratuitously morbid, gruesome and unjust. A macabre of series of deaths surrounded your every wake, your hundredth life is the epitome of a living nightmare. Horrifyingly memorable.

You were at the sidelines, watching as the war unfold, keeping tabs on Morax's allies and eradicating whatever threat they face.

That's when you came across the stunning Goddess Guizhong, the Ruler of Clouds, Goddess of Dust. A very close companion of Morax whom he met at the Guili Assembly along with the others.

She's capable and quick-witted, a type of peculiar person Morax wouldn't hesitate to be friends with.

As of the moment, a claymore is alarmingly closing its gap towards her, ready to slice her open.

Then you heard him scream, a cry of a man who's about to lose everything he has gained of.

That cry sent flashbacks of his tear-stained cheeks. No, you don't want to see him like that again! You'd do anything to chase away that vulnerable image of Morax, he deserves happiness and love.

Your feet went autopilot and swept away the Goddess out of the way, severing your lower limbs in the process and instantly killing you. Your eyes opened and you have started your new life.

Was Morax relieve that Guizhong lived? Did he wonder why a stranger would save her? Did he ever ask who you were? Did he... recognize you at the very least?

Your new parents panicked as they tried to appease the crying infant in their arms. Unbeknownst to your pained heart.

You saw for a brief moment before your demise how Guizhong's plausible absence will affect him. He will mourn her death as much as he lamented yours. For decades or centuries, you know he has been scarred by your passing.

You don't want him to go through that again. It's a different pain you feel when you see him tearing up, you rather get minced by a claymore than to watch him break down.

He garnered the reputation of a tyrant— but you knew better that Morax grew up with compassionate heart, he appreciates anyone no matter how insignificant they think they are.

Which is why you hold yourself from meeting him. He may not remember you, but he will certainly get attached to you once you had your way to his heart.

And a dragon who can outlive you in any lives will only suffer more from your death.

You dedicated your lives in living peacefully, learning history and new things as humanity evolves.

You vow to never fall in love if it isn't Morax you'll spend your mortal life with.

Even if he has someone he can fall in love with.

"Have you heard about the land Lord Morax and Lady Guizhong are building in Mt. Tianheng?" Gossips are everywhere about the infamous partners who survived the Archon War, there's no mouth that has not utter their names, and you're no exception.

A grin spreads over your lips as you sip your tea with elegance, "I've heard, I haven't seen them in person but the rumors about them guaranteed they're ambitious people with good hearts."

This has been a hobby you never knew; praising Morax to elate people's opinion about him. It's your small contribution to his flourishing nation.

You want people to love and respect Morax dearly just as you loved him in your childhood.

You prayed to the new Archons for Morax to find someone he can love and lean on. Someone that can be his source of strength to keep living. Someone much better than leaving him with death.

Now that he found someone he can be with, your goal in your next lives is to protect Liyue's history.

From the names of ancient relics and objects, war waged by the Gods, Nations that were built underneath the once blood soaked lands, fallen heroes who are forgotten— you know all of them. You're openly willing to offer tutelage to the inquisitive.

You sighed at the thought, it certainly will be lonely in your part. Immortal gods can still die— a death in which they'd leave their memories behind and start anew. Morax will eventually cease to existence with lovable Nation and Guizhong to remember him.

And you? Countless past lives yet you never found true happiness, and none of them was worth to remember for anyone.

Part of you feels happy for Morax finally moving on from your death eons ago, but you're still human so you're susceptible to those horrible impulses of bitterness at a basic level.

But you don't want to be a person who looks at Guizhong with jaundiced eyes just because you couldn't have Morax, so you suck it up and move on the fact Morax is in love with another.

At least my sacrifice isn't a total waste.

"Aren't they? I've met Lady Guizhong, she's such a beautiful and soft spoken woman. She and the Lord of Geo are a perfect match. I wish the two of them eternal blessings."

A tug at your heart left an unpleasant feeling, your brain tried to reason that at least he's with someone that'll love him more than you did. That can appease your bitter aching heart a bit.

How ironic. You built a nation where you first met me.

And showed her what you can see up there like you promised me.

Is that how you honor my death, Morax?

"Wow! You sure do know many things, Y/N!" The floating emergency food expressed her awe in your display of knowledge and the traveller couldn't agree more with her, "She's right, you never cease to surprise us."

Their exclaims were followed by your enchanting laugh, "I'm glad I can be at your service, Honory Knight."

You were simply ethereal to look at, you maybe a mortal like the traveller but the Blondie thinks otherwise.

Paimon and her travelling buddy met you by the Starnach Cliff when they were attempting to subdue Dvalin. Jean and Diluc already know you're part of the Adventurer's Guild as you often visit Mondstadt from time to time.

They didn't expect you to join them in their excursion in Stormterror's Lair, it turns out you're a great addition to the team.

You befriended with the traveller after the whole Stormterror fiasco and catch up with Kaeya.

You don't stand out the most in the crowd, you can blend in with everyone and no one would acknowledge your existence. But the traveller can sense the weight of the wisdom you withhold.

It almost feels like you're one of the Seven...

"Is there something else I can help you with, Traveller?"

"Huh?! Oh... I— Uhh... You've been telling us stories and fun facts about Mondstadt. If you don't mind, can you tell us about Liyue?"

For an ephemeral moment, the traveller saw your facade crumbles and slowly morphed into a nostalgic expression.

"Hmm. I'll tell you a quick introduction. Liyue is built in Mt. Tianheng after the Lord of Geo attained one of seven seats, unlike the Anemo Archon who's known to not show himself, he descends down once a year to give blessings to the people of Liyue."

"Exactly how Venti told us, but more detailed."

"He sounds a lot more of a decent God than Tone-Deaf Bard."

Her statement elicited a quiet snicker from you, "I'll be off then, I'll see you around soon." Paimon's expression deflated, "You're not coming with us?"

You shake your head, "I'll visit you when I can, until then I hope for your safe travels."

You forced a smile and took a different path from the traveller, as their figures disappear in the horizon, you felt your smile slip up as the sun whisks past the mountains turning to dusk.

Solitude in the dark has been part of your daily routine, you come and go whenever you feel like it, not knowing when to return.

The excuse you told to Paimon isn't entirely a lie, you couldn't bring yourself to go in Liyue when there's active Fatui agents scattered around the vicinity.

Let's just say you're not in good terms with the Fatui. Who isn't?

Nevertheless, whatever curse you have continued to persist in your thousandth life. You roamed around Teyvat and tell stories that even historians don't know.

Repeated lives were lived by just you traversing in each corners of Teyvat that even Archons never knew it existed.

Along the way, you've come terms with your feelings and settled it down like a dormant volcano. Morax is your first love, you enjoyed reminiscing the memories you made with him, you keep those memories locked up in the depths of your mind and often recount them in particular leisure time of the day.

You still love him, and you'll always be by his side whenever he needs a helping hand, but enough is enough, you've suffered enough to your own idiocy and fears. It's time to move on.

Morax continued to strive forward because he has changed, for the better of course. If you want to continue living the next lives of yours then you need to change too.

You met new friends and companions that you begin to trust and have fun with, the traveller and the emergency food included. It wasn't lonely as you thought it would be.

Sometimes you wonder why do you have such curse bestowed upon you. Did the Celestia punish you for a crime? Did you touch a forbidden relic in your first life? Is there a way to get rid of it?

You stopped in your tracks and you gaze up in the sky.

Am I the only one with such curse?

Damn, you really need to get your priorities straight when you have so many unanswered questions.

Basking the remnants of the ever glowing star, you turn around to walk the path that leads you to the Land of Eternity.

A new journey awaits you as you skid through the mycelium path.

Rex Lapis has died.

What a year starting with the news of a tragic death of an Archon.

Fret not Liyue citizens, Rex Lapis assumed the form of Zhongli as a consultant in the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. In all honesty, he thinks you would facepalm on how poorly delivered that news was.

Zhongli now blends in with the mortals, often strolling to acknowledge the accomplishments he has done as an Archon.

There were too many sacrifices he made just to achieve such title and godly powers. It's uncountable.

Whenever he strolls down the streets of Liyue, there's never a day that he is not reminded of the fact Mt. Tianheng is the very foundation of Liyue. It serves as a reminder that you are his pillar when intrusive thoughts start to linger in his mind.

Oftentimes, your face is only a blur in his memory, no matter what he does he can't seem to remember your face, but your name has been engraved on his mind for eons.

He misses hearing the sound of your name leaving his lips. He misses how ignorant you both were to the world's suffering. He misses your mesmerizing voice that lulls him to sleep.

Whoever fellow Archon listening to his complex thoughts must have heard him and granted his not-so-impossible wish.

"Hey look. Doesn't that sound like a story Y/N has told us before?" A child(e)— no, a floating fae pointed at the storyteller.

But Zhongli couldn't care less about whoever she was pointing. Did he hear her right? Was it just his ears deceiving him?

Y/N... that's your name.

That's the name he longed to hear again.

Why in the seven nations of Teyvat would they mention your name? Is it just a coincidence that someone has the same name as you? No, that couldn't be it.

Something flared inside him, it's been awhile since he felt this excitement, it's not far fetched when he became your friend.

With no recollection, he became friends with the traveller and the emergency food floating companion.

When he asks them about you, an array of hope filled his entire being and he swore his Dragon feature almost burst into existence

Y/N L/N, a member of the Adventurer's Guild, he's certain you've been in Liyue if you know about its rich culture.

But where are you? He wants to go find you. Hug you like when you were kids. Sing him songs. Bring you random things he can find. Speak the words that were left unspoken when you died.

So many questions brooding his mind; are you really Y/N? If so, were you reincarnated? Does that mean you don't remember him?

The elation he felt dropped. Right... he shouldn't be disappointed if it turns out his hunch is wrong. Even if you're not the Y/N he was expecting, he wants to know you as who you are and not compare the similarities and differences you have with the Y/N he knows.

"Oh yeah, Y/N mentioned they'll be visiting Liyue soon, Mr. Zhongli." The Traveler quipped, assessing the abrupt change of emotions on the consultant's face at the mention of your name.

Paimon and her travelling buddy can't help to wonder if you two are acquaintances, or perhaps something more than that. Zhongli seems to be expecting your arrival from now on.

"Is that so? Thank you for informing me, Traveler. I shall see to it that their stay will be comfortable." He smiled.

Stay in what? In the Funeral Parlor? The Traveler sweat drop while Paimon is tempted to point out that's Verr Goldet's job. Good thing their companion put a hand on her mouth and excuse themselves

There's no time to stall! He thought.

He's determined to check it himself, it can go two ways and Zhongli won't be petulant of the result.

Archons forbid if he ever finds you, because he will not let you go.

>> PART 2

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dollycxre · 28 days

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req: Hi I really liked your fic with Athena and I would like the same fic with Hades if you don't mind. Thanks in advance!

yandere PJO! Hades x demigod! darling 💀🐺👑 - general hcs

I would like to start off by establishing that I truly and firmly believe that Hades would NEVER hurt you or torture you like some of the other gods and goddesses *agressive coughing* Athena, Ares and Hera *more aggresive coughing*

Well and truly he is too in love with you to even THINK about that

I mean have you seen how he reacted to Persephone hating him at the start of their relationship???

Anyways, I believe that the way you would meet is if you were a mother figure to Nico

Nico was immediately drawn to you, an older camper who had stayed back to help Chiron as a counsellor

You weren't afraid of him like most other councellors, rather, like Percy and Annabeth, you saw him as more of what he was; a child who just needed love and affection, a neglected and abandoned child who had to grow up too soon

He's rightfully suspicious and offstanding to you at first but if you act the correct way around him, he definitely takes to you

He starts opening up to you about different things, how he felt about his sister's death, how he felt about Jason's death and how he was struggling to see the point in anything

Comforting him at any time late in the night because he's anxious and depressed and being the one to introduce him to Will also helps :)

I think after he starts dating Will is when he takes you to introduce you to his dad because he finally feels like he has a mother

And that is when you, unfortunately, catch the attention of the Lord of the Dead himself

It's very very hard to gain Nico's trust, considering what he's been through, Hades knew you must have a heart of gold or atleast cared about Nico to have one around him

He finds you intriguing, the way you stand tall to him and only give him a stiff bow, how you roam about and talk to his ghoul servants with ease and of course, how well you're able to take care of and calm down Nico

So his inner stalker starts acting up and he starts sending his servants to spy on you, following you around in the darkness, watching you in the shadows, showing up in your dreams, resulting in them melting into nightmares

Waking up trembling and sweating because of the horrifying creatures and distant memories tormenting you :(

Hades hates tormenting (traumatizing) you but he can't really help it since he needs to know your routine to kidnap you

Actually, I don't know why I censored that, he does kidnap you

He basically sends his furies on your ass which sucks for you but he had no choice

Like imagine just having a quiet, comfortable time in your cabin, all alone with just a nice book and your favourite drink

And then screeching she-demons descend on you and literally drag you all the way to the underworld

Of course, you were having absolutely NONE of that, kicking and screaming

But he gets you eventually

As soon as they deposited you in your bedroom, the man himself comes to see you

Hades confesses to you immediately and tells you he loves you

You immediately remember the story of Persephone and shove him away in horror

From then on, it's just a never ending cycle of him trying to win you over with his wealth and confessions of undying love

Visiting your bedroom everyday with flowers from Persephone's garden

They're beautiful of course but that doesn't mean you'll forgive him

Chucking things from your incredibly expensive bedroom at him while he just stands there and stares at you sadly before leaving

Yelling at him and begging for him to take you back home but he just shakes his head no and apologizes to you over and over

This could go either of two ways, depending on the kind of person you are

1. You keep fighting against him until you finally give in, accepting your situation and deciding to make the most of it

2. You accept his love, thinking that it's better to have undying love than mortal love

He'll be delighted when you finally storm out of your room and go to his throne room, calmly informing him that you accept his proposal

He ADORES you

He's very clingy and he wants you in the throne room with him at all times

He's the kind of person to stare at you for hours and get completely distracted from his job

Like most of the times, you're gonna have to be the one to interview the souls who come to meet him because he's too busy gazing at you

He loves being romantic and will wake you up every day with flowers

He isn't very touchy-feely, he's more of a gift giver kind of person

I mean, he's the god of wealth for god's sake

He will literally get you ANYTHING you want

Even if it's sold out EVERYWHERE, he will personally commission Hephaestus to make it for you

Literally dream of anything, anything that you could possibly want and boom, the next morning, you wake up with it on your bedside table

All he wants in return is a little kiss every day and you telling him you love him

He's one of the gods who will let you roam the above world

He knows that he treats you so well, you'll come back to him anyways

He loves taking you on romantic dates to literally any place you want

Renting out the Eiffel tower just for the two of you is quite the common occurrence, it's his favourite place for a date <3

Complete gentleman, notices everything about you and will literally just chuck money at people, gods, ghosts and monsters alike to make whatever you want happen

Even the slightest show of affection from you is enough to make this poor god pass OUT

Like imagine picking a pretty flower from the above world for him and presenting it to him in the throne room??

He almost fainted of happiness and immediately ordered it to be planted in the royal garden so he could go and gaze at it for eternity

He's in the seventh heaven when you tell him you love him

For everyone wondering what's going on on the Persephone aspect of things, I think she'd be pretty damn pissed at first

Not only because he kidnapped ANOTHER girl

But also because that's her husband??

But unlike Minthe, he actually defends you and refuses to let her hurt you or turn you into a plant and crush you

Eventually, depending on your behaviour and attitude towards her, Persephone will either hate you but not do anything about it, learn to tolerate you OR she'll love you <3

Maybe a little too much....

I mean, you caught her husband's eye....so surely there's something about you that intrigues her too....

But that's a good thing!.....right?

Good luck to you if she ends up turning yandere for you because she is definitely not as soft-hearted and non-violent as Hades

Either way, living in the underworld turns out not to be so bad, especially when you can wander around in your choice of clothes all day, throw money around on things you want, living in a gigantic palace decorated to your design and basically do whatever you like in return for loving an actually really sweet god

Y'know, even if it IS completely filled with spirits and zombies

But that's just minor details in exchange for literally anything in the world....right?

Also, Cerberus ADORES you

Even if you have dog allergies, since he isn't technically a real dog, his 'fur' doesn't affect you

Will follow you around everywhere, begging for pets with all 6 of those cute puppy eyes

Also loves playing fetch :3

Once Nico found out that his father kidnapped you, his reaction was something along the lines of silent, shocked staring

"Nico...I can expla-"

"What. The. Fu-"

He gets used to it pretty fast, he's used to his father's weird, obsessive antics by now

And besides, it just means he gets to spend more time with you <3

I have this irrelevant hc that he likes dragging you with him to his father's throne room and giving him a forceful makeover, just to embarrass him

Hades puts up with it, mostly because he's a softie

In terms of punishments and such, the only time he'd really get pissed is if you tried cheating on him

Like he is so whipped for you that he is willing to let anything slide...except for disloyalty

Even then, the most he'll do is isolate you

He really can't keep himself away from you either

Mostly, he'll just send his minions to guard you a lot more

Which is just more inconvenient and annoying than anything mentally damaging

Overall, he's one of the tamest yanderes in terms of Greek gods

He really doesn't want to hurt you, he just wants you to stay with him forever

He's just clingy :)

#percy jackson #percy pjo #percy series #pjo #pjo hoo toa #pjo x reader #hades x reader #yandere greek mythology #yandere greek gods #yandere hades #yandere #greek mythology x reader

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hausofmingi · 8 months

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his good girl - chapter 1

pairing: song mini x stripper!reader

tags: stripper au, smut series

warnings: slight mentions of stalker, bad words (tee hee), dom!mingi, sub!reader, riding, daddydom!mingi, finger sucking, being carried and getting fucked, a bit of physical roughness (reader receiving), degradation but also praise, cum eating (off the floor!), aftercare

wc: 3.8 k

an: so I decided to give the reader a name because that feels more realistic to me as a reader than y/n. I find that sometimes reading "y/n" takes me out of it a little, so lmk if you find this helpful as well! Also, I am a little depraved so right off the bat, this gets very crazy kinky

minors dni!! 18+ only!!

“Where is the red garter belt I let you borrow?” You are racing around your and Lina’s small apartment, trying to prepare for yet another night on the job.

“I don’t know, I may have left it at the club?” Lina answers from the bathroom.

Red is his favorite. You don’t want to disappoint.

“Well great Lina thanks for that, I’m never letting you borrow my shit again.”

“Love you too!” she calls after you as you leave to go shopping. It’s not like you’re against making another trip to get some new pieces, but why do you always make the same mistake in letting Lina borrow your favorite stuff…

Your’s and Lina’s apartment is in a pretty run down building in an unsafe part of Gangnam, but no matter how shitty it is, its yours and you really want it to feel like home.

But, that doesn’t mean you don’t feel the pair of eyes watching you as you exit out of your apartment building and walk towards the bus stop.

You have been noticing that lately, the feeling that someone is watching you. When you leave your house, when you’re at the grocery store, while you’re going on a run. You try and brush it off because this is normal for women and all that, but today, you pay just a little harder attention.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a figure in a black hood (Jacket? Coat? You don’t want to look too hard) standing across the street from your apartment building. You walk a little faster to the bus stop just in case.

That night, after spending more than you should on new lingerie sets, you and Lina are about to take the stage for your first stage set. It’s almost midnight, which is usually the time he makes his appearance.

You always get butterflies, but not the stage fright normal kind of butterflies, the kind that make your clit perk up and your nipples harden.

Why do you always get so worked up over a man who hasn’t even fucked you?, you think as you make your way up to the stage.

You really have become quite the pro at this. After 4 years of working for this club, your boss has dubbed you his favorite girl. Doyeon always protects you and gives you the most popular customers, knowing you will always keep them coming back.

You always thought it felt nice to be appreciated, especially knowing he didn’t have any intentions of coming onto you, on account of he’s a flaming fruitcake.

Its a good ways into your set, and his table still sits empty. You feel the sweat start to form on your back, but try to stay in your routine.

Why isn’t he here? Where could he be instead? Did his company find out he was doing this?

You always got scared that it might be leaked that idols come here, knowing the sasaengs stalker habits. Mingi, being a part of one of the biggest Korean boy groups, Ateez, must have a large number of crazy fans following him.

Did they find out and tip the press to show up here? You didn’t see anyone outside though… Your mind runs rampant with all of the reasons that it could possibly be as you walk off stage and collect your tips from the stage manager.

Tears start to threaten to spill, and you think you are crazy yet again to be this affected by a man you haven’t even had a conversation with.

On the way home, Lina can tell you’re bothered and nudges your side as you walk home.

“So you know how Taehyun has been requesting me a lot? Well he mentioned his upcoming tour tonight, I think he might finally take me along with them!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s just saying that so you’ll suck him off some more.” you say.

“Well damn… What’s got you all worked up honey?” She always called you honey when she was trying to comfort you.

“Mingi didn’t come tonight..” you admit.

“On a Thursday? That’s… super out of character. Well don’t worry, I’m sure practice just went long or he has an early morning schedule or….” her talking trails off as you dissociate.

Lina has always been a nice friend, agreeing to move in with you without knowing you very well, trying her best to always cheer you up. It’s not her fault you felt like you guys were never really close. You give her props for trying though.

You pull out your phone and check his bubble and instagram, seeing if maybe they could give you some clues. Nothing.

You fall asleep that night thinking of the last time his fingers swiped your lip, hoping it wasn’t the last.

—

The next night at the club is gloomy. Even though it’s a Friday, attendance is lower and your energy is even lower.

The feeling of someone watching you has been bothering you all day, but the guy in the hood has yet to make an appearance. You are just looking forward to curling up in your bed tonight and continually refreshing Mingi’s bubble messages.

The stage manager calls for everyone to get onstage for the final number and the other girls rush out. You take your time though, not feeling like getting in a rush for this menial thing.

You hang your head in your hands, covering your eyes and taking a breath. Just get through it, he’s just a man, you try to remind yourself.

A smell reaches you, like a really expensive cologne. Musky and masculine, and somehow… dominant.

You look up and standing in the doorway is him. He stands as if he owns the place, hands in his pocket, opting for a fitted vest tonight in lieu of a jacket.

And he’s staring you down, studying you intently. If it was anyone else, you would feel the need to cover yourself and apologize. But not with him.

You probably look like a dumbass, staring at him through the mirror with your mouth slightly open.

He speaks first. “You were worried.” It’s a question but he doesn’t need an answer.

“Yes,” is all you can manage to squeak out.

He leans against the doorway, messing with his shirt cuff. You still haven’t moved, frozen in place. How did he get in here, past the security guard? How did he know which dressing room you were in? Was he the person in the hood you noticed this morning? He must be stalking you… Why doesn’t that bother you more?

He notices your anxiety moving through you. “Don’t worry, I just know the security guard. He owed me a favor. I’m not a stalker” he responds, as if he read your mind.

“That’s… good” you say.

He drops his arms and strides towards you, slowly as to not spook you. “Well thank you for worrying about me. I’m okay, for now. But, here’s the problem my love,” he draws his finger up your arm, making your hair stand up and bumps form. “You may be in trouble.”

You aren’t sure what he means. “What kind of trouble?” you ask. “Like legal trouble?”

You are afraid that maybe one of the idols ratted this place out and the feds are going to come knocking down your door and take you all away. Would Mingi still visit you in jail? Surely not, there’s no lap dances there…

He sticks his finger under your chin and pushes it up to make you look at him. Drip.

“Please stop letting your mind get ahead of you, baby. Let daddy speak.” DRIP.

“A sasaeng has been getting very close to you. Too close. I can’t let you get hurt.” Awe, he wants to protect you. DRIP DRIP DRIPPING.

“How did they find me?” you ask.

He leans against the counter as he continues, “I am not sure, I don’t even know how much they know. Sasaengs are insane people with insane complexes. This one has been stalking me since pre-debut. But I’ve always been careful that she doesn’t see me come in here. So how she knows that you are important to me, I don’t know…” IMPORTANT TO HIM???

Okay you’ll have to throw these underwear out at this point.

“So what do I need to do then? To protect myself I mean” you ask him.

“Nothing, I want you to do absolutely nothing and let me handle it. But in the meantime, you can’t go back to your apartment.”

Hate to say it, but fine by you. Maybe you’ll save some money by not having to replace your stolen shit anymore.

“Where will I go instead?” you ask.

“You’ll come stay with me.” Jesus Christ, 20 year old you would be freaking the fuck out. But, it doesn’t make you freak out, in that way at least.

“What about Lina, what about my job? I can’t live with you, much less San and Seonghwa. I’ll never see you. What if you have to travel for schedules? I’m just supposed to stay in your dorm 24/7? I have a life! I barely even know you! You only ever say 4 words to me, and then fucking leave me in a puddle, how can I just-”

His hand stroking the side of your cheek cuts you off. “Again with the mind racing, baby. I don’t want you to uproot your life, it will be temporary. I have my own apartment now too, so we won’t be with other members. It will only be until we are 100% sure you are safe to be alone. I will take care of you, I promise.” he reassures.

You lean into the hand that holds your head, a few tears falling into it. You finally get the courage to look up at him, making eye contact. He has dropped his heavy, dominant demeanor. Instead, his eyes hold only comfort and concern.

Maybe he wasn’t kidding; maybe you really are important to him.

After a minute of silence, “Okay, so what do I need to do right now?” you ask.

“Change and pack up your stuff, we are going to the apartment. Make a list of what all you need from your apartment when we get home and I will send a staff to collect it all in the morning.”

“And take a breath, princess.” You unclench your jaw, which you didn’t even realize was clenched. He kisses your forehead before reaching down to grab your duffle bag that you carry your things in.

You think in silence as you pack. Take a breath he says… he will protect me he says… Why me? Why is protecting me, a stripper, just some stripper that he barely speaks to. He doesn’t even know my real name…

“Yes I do,” he says from the chair he has sat down in to wait for you. Oops, you must’ve said that part outloud.

“It’s Cora.” You like the way he flips the “r” of your American name with his Korean accent.

“How do you know that?” he ignores you. “How do you know I used to live with San and Seonghwa?” “Touche…” you respond.

“All done?” he asks. You nod. He crosses to you and starts stroking your arms to comfort you.

“I want you to remember though, you still have to be a good girl for me at the apartment, can you do that?”

You look up at him through your eyelashes, surprised that he still is holding this up even at a time like this. Is it all an act, or is it truly how he is? Either way, you are turned on once again.

“Yes..” you respond. He cocks his eyebrow, questioning your answer.

“Yes what?”

“Yes… daddy.”

“There’s my good girl.”

With his hand on your back, he guides you out of the dressing room and out the back door, where a black hatchback with tinted windows is waiting. He holds open the door for you, and helps you into the car. If only other men treated all their strippers like this…

The car ride home (whatever home means at the moment) is very silent. He has his hand on your thigh the entire way, the other staying steady on the wheel. His thumb rubs back and forth, another attempt at comfort you’re guessing. It works, sort of.

Just smelling him and being near him your body is relaxed, knowing he will take care of you and wanting to give yourself to him. It’s like you are under his spell, which is crazy. You are usually so independent and self-sufficient. What about him makes you want to grant his every wish?

“Shouldn’t you be blindfolding me, so I won’t know where your apartment is and so I won’t run away and all that?” you ask, kind of joking.

“You won’t” he says while keeping his eyes on the road, fully confident in his answer.

He’s probably right.

–

Finally you reach the apartment. You almost drifted off to sleep, even though the drive was only about 20 minutes. He parks right outside the front door of the building and gets out to open your door for you. He offers his hand to help you out of the car. It’s much appreciated because you are still in your platform heels, just throwing a coat over your outfit you were going to wear to perform in.

He keeps his hand on your back as you walk up to the doors, through the lobby, and up the elevator. It’s a really nice building with a concierge and fresh flowers all over. Sometimes you forget how big Ateez really is, and figure that Mingi bought this place with his own money.

You wonder if he has neighbors on his floor. Do they know he lives next to them? Does he talk to his neighbors at all? Do they know that he is having his own personal stripper move in with him?

They’re gonna know now, from how loud you are being.

How you ended up riding him in his dining room chair about 15 minutes later, you’re not so sure.

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He was going slow, too slow, slow enough that you could feel every. single. inch.

You tried to grind your hips and get him in deeper, but the tight hold he had on your asscheek lets you know that even though you are on top, you are not in control.

His other hand is holding your face, his thumb hooked in your mouth. You suck and gag on it as much as you can, but it’s hard to focus when he is going this slow.

You felt high, things were getting foggy. All you knew is that you wanted to please him.

“My beautiful girl, doing so well. You were waiting for this for a long time weren’t you?” his deep voice sends sparks to your clit and makes you even wetter, if that’s even possible.

You can only close your eyes and nod. You want to throw your head back, but his hand on your cheek and thumb in your mouth keeps it facing forward. “Now baby, what did I say? Eyes. on. me.”

He jerks your head a bit, just to make you a little scared.

You know he would never hurt you.

Unless you asked.

You open your eyes like a good girl. How could you not be a good girl for him?

His breath catches when you make eye contact with him again. His eyes bare into your soul, never breaking.

You whimper a little when the head of his cock catches someplace you have never felt before. He smirks, knowing. He hits it again, making the upper half of your body keen forward, his thumb slipping out of your mouth.

Your hands, which were bracing on the back of the chair, move down to his pecs. You are desperate for him, desperate for that feeling that release you dreamt about him giving you.

You start to bounce since he let go of you, letting his arms hang down and his head fall back in pleasure. You are doing that to him. You are making him let go.

You grind his cockhead up against your g-spot over and over again, drooling down his neck.

You wish you could see what you guys look like, his giant body draped over the chair in ecstasy, you sat on his thick thighs bouncing on his perfect cock, licking up and down his neck.

You’re close, really close, and your walls start to constrict down on his cock. His eyes shoot open and he jerks his head up at the feeling.

“Hold on princess,” he practically growls at you.

Hold onto what? You think.

He grabs underneath your thighs, holding his hands behind your back and lifts the both of you out of the chair with him still inside of you.

Oh my god, holy shit.

This was too good, you couldn’t have even dreamt this up.

You wrap your hands around his neck and he pummels into you as fast as he can, hitting your g-spot every single time as if he has memorized the angle. The sound of his balls hitting your ass covers your cries of his name.

“Fucking. Take it.” he says, his forehead touching yours. He has essentially lost control of his body, just bouncing you wildly up and down his cock.

It’s coming, It’s coming. Please, please, please, “please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, if you’re even talking out loud. You feel like you are losing your grip on reality, its so so close.

He stills inside of you, leaving his cock right on the spot you need the most. He just shallowly thrusts, just rubbing your g-spot with his cockhead. Holy shit, it feels like fucking heaven.

“Now,” he commands.

And you obey.

You flutter around him, feeling how his shallow thrusts stutter when you cum. You don’t stop for at least a full minute.

“Thank you thank you thank you, oh fuck, thank you daddy” is all you can say as your clit jumps in ecstasy.

His eyebrows are furrowed together, he’s close too. Right as your orgasm tapers out, you tighten your thighs around him and give him 3 bounces. That’s all he needs.

He pulls you off of him just as he’s cumming, holding you away from him so you can watch the cum drip out of his cock and onto the floor. It’s so beautiful, you think.

He sets your legs down on the floor, but they can’t hold you up and you fall to your knees. You can barely see straight, and you can’t catch your breath. Holy shit he may really have fucked the shit out of you.

You keep your eyes turned to the ground while you try and slow your heart, but you see him start to squat down to your level. He picks up your chin with his hand to look up at him. “Baby… you need to clean up your mess.”

“Wh..What?” you stutter.

He stands up straight again, looming over you with his giant presence. “Clean it up.” his gaze falls to the ground and yours follows.

Oh… you get it now.

Not breaking eye contact, you lean your head down. You stick out your tongue and lick up the cum that he let fall to the floor, as well as some from you that you didn’t even realize had dripped down. He smiles.

You feel like a pet, like a slave.

You fucking love it.

“That’s my good girl.” he praises you. You wipe off your mouth and look up at him through your eyelashes. He squats back down to your level, seeming to have fallen for your puppy dog eyes.

“Does my baby need help getting cleaned up?”

“Yes daddy.”

He bends down to pick you up, which he does with ease, as if you weighed nothing. He guides your legs to wrap around him and he carries you into the bathroom.

He sets you down to sit on the toilet and turns on the shower to start heating up. Why do you feel so dizzy? You gaze can’t focus.

“Cora… don’t pass out on me my love.” he holds your face in his hands.

“What do you need baby?” you grab onto his wrist to try and steady yourself.

“Just a minute… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, take your time.”

He strokes your hair as you take a few deep breaths to steady yourself.

“Is the shower ready?” you ask.

“Yes my love, whenever you are.”

“Will you help me?” you ask.

“Of course” he says as he starts guiding you towards the shower door.

He lets you step in first and before you can protest that you can shower on your own, he steps in behind you.

It's a really big shower, with beautiful blue tiles and a detachable shower head. Detachable? Huh…

You lean into his chest, your head barely meeting the middle of it due to his height. One of his arms wraps around your body while the other starts to shampoo your hair.

Why do you already feel so comfortable with him? As if you have been showering together for years. You literally just licked this man’s cum off the floor and have no remorse about it. Should you feel guilty?

Nah, you kind of just feel like bragging to other Atiny’s on Twitter. I sucked his beautiful cock!! Suckers!!! Probably wouldn’t be the best idea…

After washing the rest of your body and getting you out of the shower and making sure you brushed your teeth, you are now tucked into his extremely comfortable bed. You don’t usually sleep naked, but it seems right when he is too.

You turn to face him in the bed. He was already staring at you, it seems.

“You know, I wasn’t expecting us to fuck right off the bat..” you admit.

“Me neither, but I am not surprised. It’s hard to resist you.”

“You’ve been resisting me for the past 6 months. You know I always craved more from you.”

“Yes I did know. But I didn’t want to enjoy you in such a public space. I just craved being around you. Its hard to resist you, though, princess. Just know that.”

I guess that makes me feel better, but still… so many things unanswered.

“I know you are probably questioning a lot of things. Just try and get some sleep tonight, okay my love?” he asks.

“Okay..” you agree in a small voice, knowing that you will wake up tomorrow with even more unanswered questions.

“Good girl.” He curls his arm around your middle and tucks you into his side, kissing your forehead before drifting to sleep.

He smells like the same cologne he was wearing earlier tonight. Beautiful, musky, and masculine. You let yourself drift to sleep, breathing him in.

OKAY I DID IT MY FIRST CHAPTER. plz reblog and like.

#ateez mingi #mingi x reader #song mingi #mingi #mingi smut #kpop smut

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cashcart1er · 11 months

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Red - Handed

I guess I have to post this because all my other stories won’t post for sum reason🙄

IF YALL LIKE DIS ILL MAKE MORE PARTS

Summary: When she got back home from Wakanda, Shuri surprised Riri with her old suit. A couple days after that, a new student was introduced mesmerizing Riri. Riri had never felt like this before and she never wanted this feeling to stop. Riri was so obsessed to the point where she became friends with her and stalked her when they weren’t talking. No one is getting hurt…right?

Warning:Ironheart!Riri, Stalker!Riri ,Student!Riri Student!Riri, cuss words,violence, and mature language

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It’s been about 2 days since Riri came back home from a brawl involving 2 nations which one was under the fucking water. When she did get back all of her projects and other assignments were done thanks to Shuri. Even though that was the case, her professors were going to be on her back anyways just like how they are right now.

“Riri I think you should stay behind and help me clean up this place considering you haven’t been here to help at all.” Mr.Aston was the worst of them all. It was like her IQ was bothering him so much he wanted Riri to be bothered with him.

The bell rung shortly after he spoke to Riri and they started cleaning up some paperwork and cleared the board that was covered with lessons that were thought today. “Mrs.Williams I must ask, where have you been? If I’m being honest, MIT has been quite bland without you.” Riri chuckled because she knew that he meant he had no one to be all up on.

“Sorry I left you without someone to bother” She spoke sarcastically making him scoff. “I’m just harder on you because you’re smarter than all these other students.”

“Yeah ok. See you tomorrow Jeffrey.” He gasped as if she was trying to kill him. “It’s Mr.Aston to you-” “Bye Jeffrey” She closed the classroom door before he could get even more annoyed than he already was. Riri didn’t have any more classes that day so shenwas headed to the garage with Kehlani booming in her AirPods.

“Let me go ahead and add this to my playli-“ before Riri could even finish mumbling to herself, someone rammed into her shoulder like they’re at football practice causing her to fall in the middle of the hallway. “Have you lost your fucki- oh my” And there you were.

Usually in any other universe, the two soon to be love birds would become friends for a while until the have that mind blowing first kiss but this was different. You see this girl was not like any other girl. There was something about her mocha colored skin and they way her lip gloss was smoothly glistening on her lips.

This unknown difference sparked something in Riri. Something lovely yet something…obsessive. “Shit! I’m sorry I’m running late to a class” This girl helped Riri up with her soft hands as Riri could do nothing but stare. The was a small scratch on Riri’s forearm which the other female took notice in.

“Damn and I roughed you up a bit. I’ll make it up to you” The girl grabbed a piece of paper from her bad and began writing on it. “This..is my number. We could go out to eat sometime. I’m Y/N by the way. And you?” Riri snapped out the trance she was in to answer Y/N’s question “R-Riri uh Williams” Y/N giggled at her stutters as she put the slip of paper into Riris’ hand.

“I’ll call you soon Ri” It was almost like Y/N spoke in a flirty tone..then again that could just be Riris’ delusions. Either way, this wasn’t going to be Riris’ last time seeing Y/N even if her life depended on it.

Once she got to the garage she saw her boy best friend Q which she met in an engineering class. “Wassup Ri! The fuck you been? You know there has been some rumors about you being up in Wakanda and shit” Riri didn’t even acknowledge her friend at first as she was still replaying the conversation you and her had until he hit her on her shoulder.

“Oh what’s up” He scoffed at her dry response even though that’s how she usually is. “I said where the hell you been lil nigga?” Riri shot a mean glare at him due to the name. “First of all, why can’t I go somewhere without you asking where I was and Second, don’t call me lil cuz’ ain’t shit little about me nigga” He chuckled at Riris’ temper.

“Damn my bad. I see you about to head into the garage. Can I see what’s under that dusty ass blanket now?” Riri scoffed at his unnecessary insult to the cover that used to hold the original Ironheart suit. “No it’s been shipped somewhere. Even it wasn’t, I still wouldn’t let you see it because what’s under that is a secret.

Q whined at the shorter girl’s stubbornness. “Man whatever. Anyways after you done with whatever you gotta do, wanna get sum to eat?” Riri grinned a bit at the gesture. “If I’m not busy then maybe” Q was shocked because usually it was an immediate because she had ‘better things to do’ but Riri was in a good mood.

“For real? Cool see you later” Riri was about to remind the taller guy she said maybe but he was already running off. After that, Riri went into her garage ready to rebuild her suit that was already in the garage? “What the fuck?” There was a note on the chest area of the suit catching Riris’ attention.

‘Repaired your old suit! (Without using vibranium) I hope it’s the way you want it. You still need to lay low though. Those officers aren’t too happy about happy about Ironheart being back on the move’ - Shuri. This made the shorter girl chuckle. she was glad to be back to her old suit and anyone tell if they saw how she was embracing it right now. “Alright let’s get you updated”

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A couple hours had passed and it was about 10:45. Riri wanted to sleep in her dorm today instead of her trusty workshop just to worry about being late to class the next day. I soon as she stepped out her garage there you were again. You looked beautiful where you stood as your curly fro flowed in the crisp breeze. Before Riri could even get more lost in your eyes, you began moving onto your next destination which looked like the dorm A center.

Riris’ dorm center is dorm B but it wouldn’t hurt to make a small stop right? Riri began speed walking so she could close the gap slightly but left it open just a bit to keep her from getting caught. Riri kept a close eye on you as she slowly crept behind.

SNAP

Then just as things started to ease through, a fucking twig snapped. Riri dashed behind a trash can before you could notice her. “Yo anyone there?” You asked but no response was given back. “Let me just get to my dorm” you mumbled continuing your walk.

After a second or two Riri got right back up following you once again. If she was being honest, when she found out what dorm number you have she didn’t know what she was going to do with such information but she was going to see regardless.

They were just about there to the dorms but let you slip away slightly when you cut a corner. Riri was a bit behind so she needed to speed walk a bit. “Slow the hell d-“

SMACK

Riri were met with your fist as soon as she turned on the same corner as you. She fell down from the blow wincing. “Who are you and why the fuck are you following me perv?” You saw Riri and a look of confusion doused your face. “What the f-fuck? My nose is bleeding” Riri acted as if she was clueless why she was hit.

“You were just following me what did you think was going to happen?” “I wasn’t- shit following you! I was going to my friends crib and he’s in this dorm center” Riri was partially lying. Q did have a dorm here but that was definitely not the reason why she was headed here but of course, you became apologetic falling for Riris lie.

“Im so sorry I jumped to conclusions. Here come to my dorm I can fix you up” Riri accepted the hand you held out for her so you can help her up.

Now you’re really in it deep

#riri williams #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #dominique thorne #riri wiliams x reader #letitia wright fanfic #riri x reader

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sugawhaaa · 1 year

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Felix x reader Part. 1

"Im just doing my job."

💄Warnings::foul language used

🍦genre::fluff, non idol AU, one bed trope, slow burn

🌙pairing::security guard!Felix x famous!fem!reader

🏷A/N:: at first this idea seemed kinda cringe but now that I'm writing it I'm like, omg...also the next (estimated) 2 parts won't be as long (hopefully) because I had to introduce you to the world of this fanfic 😭

Your father is a worldwide famous actor that is constantly working. He may as well be royalty based on the way he's treated at work. Meanwhile your mother is a kpop artist that is still producing as a soloist. The three of you lived in basically a mansion of a house. All your life you've been harassed by cameras and interviewers, you willingly go to interviews but getting harassed at airports? Not so much. You understand the fact that at interviews all they're going to be asking you about is your parents but it always seems to be that as soon as anyone hears about your parents being well your parents they flip.

Comments such as "really you look nothing like them!" Or "gosh you must be so young!" Get hurtful and repetitive.

But nothing is worse than getting bothered at your own house. You'll be eating dinner when there's people peeking through the windows or recording you getting changed at night. Your parents became aware of these creeps and stalkers and gave you, what they call, an assistant. His name? Lee Yongbok is his Korean name but he prefers being called Felix when not in business. He's very kind and generous but his speech seems to be limited when it comes to you and he's very stern and serious.

You can't help but feel bad for him. He has just as busy a schedule that you do and sometimes he does chores for you. He stays cool and calm and says it's nothing but is it really? He gets tired and often gets headaches. You offer him medicine but he refuses and uses his hands to massage his head instead. Felix often spends late nights with you and babysits you when your parents are out to simply enjoy themselves or do something for work.

Since you are now 18 years of age you've been thinking. What am I going to do with life?

Ever since you were only a kid people asked you what your plans for your future are but they always give you two options. As an example an interviewer would ask "what are your plans for the future? Do you want to follow your mother's footsteps or your fathers?" You always try to explain in a kind way that both sound like promising futures but it might not be for you. Then they'll ask "Oh what else do you have in mind then?"

Your honest answer? I don't know. But you have to give fans and TV more of an answer than that. You always bullshit it and come up with some random career and go with that.

People also often ask about your school life, but ever since about 4th grade you've been home schooled. By a professional of course. Your parents wouldn't want anything less. Your teacher's name was Namjoon. He was very witty and knowledgeable about anything and everything. He was quick and knew lots about other countries, he's explored a vast amount of countries and often tells you about them. Felix isn't often around when Namjoon is but you just know that Felix would love him! Felix was born in Australia and Namjoon has been there on multiple occasions so they'd get along well.

As of right now it's mid may, close to June and you are so done with schooling. Only about two months left and you're done. For a while. But there's also traveling, interviews for jobs and TV, hotel rooms, stalkers, busy cities, waiting around the hotel while your parents film or talk business with their staff. Felix usually doesn't come with you on these trips so it gets extra boring real quick. You're in all these different places around the world but you don't get even 5 seconds to enjoy it before getting dragged to a hotel or filming set.

Today you woke up kind of late, around 10 am, and you instantly grabbed your phone to wake yourself up. You scrolled through some YouTube shorts when you saw a thumbnail for a short video. It mentioned your mother so you kept on reading the title and it said "M/N L/N caught cheating on husband! (She's been married to D/N for 13 years!!!)"

You rolled your eyes "it's been 14 years actually." you thought to yourself. You turned off your phone and hauled yourself out of bed and slipped on your shark slippers. You stretched and headed for the bathroom just down the hall from your room. When you opened your door you heard some cooking sounds from the kitchen downstairs and a delicious smell of bacon and eggs. Smells like moms cooking.

You used the washroom and as you were washing your hands you looked up into the mirror to see your awful bed head. Right…you went to bed with wet hair last night. You dried off your hands and when you opened the door you heard your mother call your name. You went over to the indoor balcony in your house and looked down to see your mother "Yes?" You called out.

"C'mere I have something important to tell you," you looked shocked and went down the nearby staircase. You rubbed your eyes as you went over to your mother in her pink house coat and cat slippers. "There's a slight change in plans. We're leaving for Australia today!" She said with a bright smile as she flipped an egg. You smiled with her.

"When do we leave!" You said basically jumping.

"1 pm!" She grinned as your jaw dropped.

"That's in four hours!" You freaked as your mom nodded.

"I already made you an Australian breakfast," she smiled as she handed you a plate. You thanked her and gave her a kiss on the cheek before running to your room. You had nearly nothing packed! You were supposed to leave in roughly four days so you had like one outfit planned. It had a beret, long sleeve white dress, burnt pranced sweater and some basic sneakers.

Other than that you had nothing! You ate your breakfast really fast and got all the necessities. Hair brush, tooth brush, hair clips, make-up, skincare, pads, extra change of under garments, meds, bandaids everything! Time for clothes and hair accessories. You checked the time and only an hour had passed but your phone was at 18%!

Ugh could anything else go wrong today?!

You plugged in your phone and started putting outfits together. You finished all the clothing in about 30 minutes, not too bad considering. You then got in the shower and did your 50 step routine. At the end you relaxed a bit in the warm water but only 2 minutes into relaxation the water got cold. That doesn't happen too often but everyone's probably showering right now. You dried off and did some simple skin care before you ran into your mother in the hallway.

"Whoa dear, relax." She giggled before taking a deep breath, she influenced you to do the same and you copied her. After a few deep breaths your mother oh'd. "I forgot to tell you," she said after hugging you. You looked at her with a confused and curious look. "Mr. Yongbok is coming with us!" She clapped and your face lit up.

"Oh! He's gonna love that!" You said happily when your mother got a notification on her watch. She whipped out her wrist to check what it said and you quickly looked at the time on her watch. "12:13!? Damn I'm doing pretty good on time," you smirked before saying bye to your mother and going back to your room to keep packing. You packed some things that you might not need as much as you played some upbeat music. Bathing suit, housecoat, slippers, fidget toys, you know all the things that are kinda unnecessary to have a good time. You then dried your hair, styled it and did some simple but cute makeup. Then it hit you.

"I don't have an outfit to wear today!"

You put together a comfy yet cute outfit and finally got to sit down and relax on your phone but time goes by fast. Soon it was time to start heading for the airport.

You and your family brought everything out to your big black car. One of your mother's staff was going to be driving you all there and helping with luggage.

When you arrived at the airport you managed to spot Yongbok in the crowd. His long sandy hair covered his eyes as he looked down at his phone. You went over to him and he looked up before a squishy smile appeared on his face. You two chatted while sitting on a bench in a private section. The adults all discussed important matters while you and Felix talked about a video game you were playing on your phone.

"So they're all cookies…?" He questioned as he leaned in to see your phone screen.

"Yup!" You nodded as the cookies on your phone battled.

"And they fight for their kingdom that you are in charge of?" He tilted his head as he looked at your focused eyes. You nodded again while humming. Your plane was then called to board, you and Felix got all of your things together and got on the plan. You were in first class today and this was Felix's first time up here. He embarrassingly asked a lot of questions during the whole flight. You thought it was cute but he found it embarrassing.

"Oh I've never asked you before," you started, catching Felix's attention. "How old are you?"

"Oh I'm twenty," he chuckled before putting a black mask on.

"Really!?" You said with pure shock. "You look so much younger…" you looked at him intensely.

"How old did you think I was!?" He laughed "I am technically your security guard. I wouldn't really be in this position if I wasn't at least 18." He made a good point. But still he looked so young and handsome. You laid back in your comfy seat and closed your eyes with a sigh. "Tired?" Felix whispered in that deep, steady voice of his. He was so close to your ear and it made the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

"Mhm" you nodded before relaxing your face again. Felix let you rest on the way to Australia.

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You woke up to Felix calling your name and gently shaking your arm. You woke up confused as fuck. "What? What?" You groaned as you looked around the plane.

"We're almost there, I just wanted to make sure you were awake enough when we got there," he said before handing you some water. You drank it, the cold liquid going down your dry throat. Your lips popped off the lid and you took a breath. You nodded and handed it to Felix. He took it and set it away again.

"Are you excited to be back home?" You smiled at him.

"Of course." You saw his eyes smile just above his mask. "Are you?" He said as his fluffy hair turned your way.

"I love Australia. I think it's a beautiful place, other than the spiders," you said, making Felix chuckle. "But I hardly ever get to go out and see these places we visit." You said sadly.

"Oh? Why?" Felix seemed to misunderstand this entire trip. Maybe he thought he was going to be able to see the old parks he went to and old restaurants he went to. Hopefully he isn't too upset.

"Well…" you gestured for him to lean closer to you. "My parents don't usually let me go out. They usually leave me in the hotel while they're out and about." You whispered in his ear so your parents wouldn't hear you talking bad about their treatment towards you. Felix looked surprised and disappointed.

"Hopefully we can go out and just hang about!" He smiled with his eyes again. You nodded before going back to looking out the window.

"Oh we're almost there!" You said pointing your finger at the window.

After you all landed on the safe Australian land Felix took a deep breath and took in the landscape.

"You and your parents know English right?" Felix mumbled as he leaned over to you.

"Um the basics?" You shrugged. Felix face palmed and went to go talk to your parents, leaving your side empty. They talked a lot and worked out a plan and after an s-class car ride to your 5 star hotel you finally got to feel the comfort of a soft squishy bed. But before that…

"I think we should divide the rooms by two. You and Felix go in one and me and D/N will go in the other," your mom smiled and everyone agreed. You arrived on the 5th floor and found your room. Felix opened it and let you in first. You jumped on the bed and soaked in the soft sheets. You let out a deep sigh.

"So comfy~" you said as you cuddled up in the blankets. When Felix walked in with both of your bags he scanned the room. His eyes landed upon this little bench by the window. There was something weird about it, he bent down to look at it. He pulled off one of the cushions and found a camera. He kicked it extremely hard, shattering it and shooting the pieces all across the room. You instantly sat up and looked at the mess he had made. He started picking up the pieces of glass and plastic. You got off the bed to help him.

"Careful." He said standing up and putting a hand in front of you. "There's glass." He said before bending back down to clean it up.

"I'm literally wearing shoes," you laughed.

"Still don't wanna risk my princess getting hurt,"

You blushed at what he just called you. Not only princess but HIS princess. Your heart fluttered as you sat on the bed, cheeks hot. "S-sorry." He blushed as he swept up the glass with a little hand broom from the bathroom. "I used to call my little sister that and you remind me of her so it kinda slipped out…" he explained.

"Don't worry I liked it," you said with a wave of your hands. An awkward silence fell upon the room. Thankfully a knock on the door broke the silence. Felix immediately shot up and headed for the door. "I'll get it." You said putting your hand up to his chest to stop him in his tracks.

"What if it's a creep?"

"Felix. It's fine."

"There was already a camera in here."

You rolled your eyes and opened the door. It was just a staff member bringing your extra luggage. You thanked him with a bow and started taking out some of your luggage. Meanwhile Felix checked all the mirrors for cameras and made sure everything was safe.

Your parents then messaged you saying they were going to a meeting and you were free to roam around with Felix. Your face lit up.

"Felix, Felix, Felix!" You said jumping up off the bed and over to him, your phone in hand. He turned to you. "My mom said we can go roam around as long as we stay near the hotel!" You basically jumped with excitement and Felix's face lit up as well. "But I'm kind of tired…" you said with disappointment.

"It's okay," Felix said as he put his strong, boney hands on your bare shoulders. "There's an ice cream shop just down the street from here. It's really good and the staff are always very friendly. After that we can come back here and relax until you want to sleep."

You nodded and started getting ready. "Also your mother deposited $400 to your account." He said after he checked his phone while you brushed your hair and put cute clips in it.

"Okay tell her I said thank you please," you said as you topped up your makeup. With that Felix started typing on his phone while still standing in the same spot as 5 minutes ago. You grabbed a purse out of your suitcase and pulled Felix out the door with you. You grabbed onto his arm with both of your arms. He guided you to the ice cream stand and you both had a wonderful time eating your ice cream. Felix got a reeses pieces flavor and you got (flavor of choice) as you walked down the street in the dim lights finishing off your ice cream you looked at Felix. His cute freckles scattered across his face, his wavy hair so effortlessly perfect, his eyes big and pure, full of wonder, his puffy lips shaped like that of a chick, his eyebrows dark and sharp, his jawline handsome and fair. As you were admiring his every feature he looked down at you and your eyes instantly shot away. His little beak lips formed a smile before going back to his ice cream.

When you arrived at the hotel to sleep for the night you realized, there's only one bed!

Felix had previously set his things on the cushioned bench by the window so he started heading for that. He was adjusting the pillows when you stopped.

"Sleep on the bed tonight, it's okay!" You said putting your hand on his back.

"No, no, you take the bed."

"No, I insist you use it tonight."

"No, I insist." You bickered back and forth.

"How about we both just use the bed?" You said crossing your arms as you awaited his response.

"As long as you don't mind sharing." He said as he dragged his things over to the nightstand. You went to the washroom and changed your clothes while you were in there. Meanwhile, without you knowing, Felix was also getting changed. You stepped out of the bathroom in your cute short pajamas to find Felix shirtless with his fly undone, a shirt in between his arms being prepared to be put on. You gawked at the sight before you caught his eyes on you.

"S-sorry!" You jumped and turned around, covering your eyes. Felix just laughed.

"Sorry, I'm used to having just guys around…" he said as he continued to change without your eyes staring him down.

"That's understandable, I almost did the same!" You said as you rolled on your heels. The sound of his belt and pants hitting the floor making your cheeks heat up.

"Perhaps it's because, I feel comfortable around you…" he muttered as he put on some shorts.

"I feel the same." You smiled "I'm glad you feel comfortable with me and I hope you keep these feelings!" You said before turning around to see him heading for the left side of the bed. Felix smiled and you two started chatting about your experiences with each other. First impressions, embarrassing moments, close calls etc.

Eventually you got tired and turned out the lights. Hours later you still lay awake looking out the window at all the city lights lighting up the midnight sky.

"Can't sleep?" Felix asked in a deep voice.

"Nope." You sighed. "You should focus on sleeping instead of me,"

"But it's my job," Felix chuckled.

"That power kick you did earlier was dope." You giggled to yourself.

"Haha, just doing my job!" He laughed.

"Still, every time you do that I get more and more impressed." You smiled as you rolled over to look at him, his eyes already on you.

"Do you know what the plan for tomorrow is?" He asked with pink dusting over his cheeks.

"Nope." You said with a light roll of your eyes.

"Either way we should get some sleep. Goodnight, princess," he said as he rolled back over to face the wall. Your cheeks were hot and the butterflies in your tummy were going insane at his choice of words.

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shawnxstyles · 1 year

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addicted in the afterglow

DATE: JANUARY 20, 2023

summary: you meet up with harry to have sex again, but it’s completely different from before. it’s hard to stay quiet when interruptions keep knocking on his door. and this time when it’s over, you wonder if you two have something to lose.

words: 5.3k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [oral, nipple play], thigh riding, exhibition kink, slight edging, dirty talk, protected sex, i think that’s it?), mentions of drugs and alcohol, language, and angst at the end

note: this is part 3! i’m getting a lot of requests at the moment, and of course when i finished this i realized this was barely one of them 🫠 but enjoy anyway. previous part

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Remember when you said you would never need him again? Twice? Well, you lied.

In the outrageous group chat that consisted of you and your four friends (did Harry really count?), you had used Harry’s number for the first time.

You hadn’t even labeled his contact, it was just a naked set of numbers. You weren’t even sure if it was his number because he rarely responded in the group chat. However, you didn’t care when you typed out a single word into a message and pressed send.

Y/N: harry.

It wasn’t a question. You could guess his answer. However, you didn’t expect him to answer, since he always complained about how busy he was. His complaints about his time were worthy of your biggest eye roll because he probably spent most of his time fucking every number in his contacts.

Sadly, you soon hoped that would be you.

You named his contact before closing your phone, only for it to light up with a message from the random number instantly.

dickhead: Y/N

You were surprised he knew it was you immediately like he hadn’t labeled your contact to begin with. You considered if you should talk him up a bit or just get to the point. You didn’t want to seem needy or desperate (you were), but you chose the latter.

Y/N: i’m in the mood for some sex. know a guy?

You couldn’t go directly into it. He needs to want it too. Plus, your attitude was part of the package, you couldn’t help it.

dickhead:: I do

dickhead: What’s the catch?

Harry smirked at your messages. His quick response was for a reason. He had pulled out his phone to text you the same thing. It’s like you two were connected in a very twisted way.

He wanted you. So bad.

He was getting close to begging you to have sex. Surprisingly, he hasn’t had sex with anyone but you since you’ve hooked up. He’s gone out to bars and even a few clubs hoping to find a one-nighter, but no one lights him up like you do.

There’s something about your distaste for him that makes him want to pursue you more and more. Something about your passion. Something about your sounds. Something about your smile.

Harry wouldn’t let himself get farther than that. That was a scary place to think. To feel.

But he has been thinking about you nonstop. That stupid, flighty, and tingly feeling that he remembers all too well fiddles with his heart and he hates it. It’s only ever led him down the wrong path.

Why you out of all people? You’re the last person that wants him.

Y/N: i got a girl for you

dickhead: Seems only fair

dickhead: Want his address?

Mild surprise fills your face. It makes no sense for you to go over there when you don’t have a car and you live alone. But you know better than to ask or beg him for anything. His invite must mean Rina and Sean aren’t home anyway. This is very risky, but he always has to make everything so difficult, doesn’t he?

Y/N: i have a pretty good idea where he might live

Y/N: tell him i’ll be there in 20

dickhead: Stalker much?

Heading to your small bathroom, you freshen up before leaving for Rina's place. You refuse to call it Harry’s place when he just moved in there, and you didn’t want to catch yourself slipping in front of your friends. You didn’t notice the small smile on your face until you peeked at the mirror. You wipe it clean off with a shake of your head. Dialing a quick Uber, you pocket your phone and wait for the car to arrive.

Wasting money on him. A shame.

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Knocking on the front door, you try not to seem impatient and well, horny. It’s only been a handful of days since you two have had sex. But God, did your body crave him. You felt that familiar pulse between your legs while you waited for him to open the door.

A shirtless (and hatless) Harry wides the door. You clench your jaw to keep your eyes on his, so they don’t scroll down his body. His toned, tanned abs cause a flutter in your lower belly and a pool in your panties. You made sure to wear a skimpy pair underneath your leggings. When a small smirk begins to arise on his lips, you push yourself into the house with a grimace, despite the bubbly feeling floating in your stomach.

“So where is he? Looks like I’m at the wrong place,” You sass, arms crossed while he shuts the door. That familiar smirk never leaves his face, ever. He strides past you and up the staircase, discarding your presence completely.

“He might be in here,” He points to what you assume is his bedroom. You roll your eyes with an irritated huff before trailing up the stairs.

His decor is so plain; white walls, brown dresser, queen bed. His bed is coated with gray sheets, which appear soft with little to no wrinkles and a couple of pillows with a single head dent. A solo Led Zeppelin poster sticks to his wall, adding some personality. Stacks of boxes are scattered in the corner and you assume it’s all of his belongings he hasn’t organized yet. Although it lacks so much, his room is so… him. Which you would say he lacks so much, but then you remember the way his thick cock stretched you out and fucked you into oblivion and hold it back.

“Led Zeppelin. Should’ve known,” You nod your head, your arms still crossed. He shuts and locks the door behind you and walks over to his bed, sitting on the edge.

“I have others. I haven’t had time to put everything up,” He simply states, and you try your hardest not to infamously roll your eyes.

He never has time for anything.

“What do you have time for?” You quirk an eyebrow as you slowly make your way over to him until you’re standing in front, basically in between his knees. How did he have time for this? Harry stares up at you and licks his lips. Your heart jumps at the sight, but you refuse to let it flee in your chest.

“You,” His voice lowered, but his tone was soft. Screw your heart fleeing, it was flying around in your chest. He rests his hands on your hips, circling the clothed skin. Your clit throbbed with need while your stomach erupted in butterflies.

What is wrong with you?

You came here for a rough fuck like the last two times you’ve been together. But the energy was different today. Although he was sarcastic and arrogant as per usual, he was softer today. He gazed at you a little too long and his fingers were hypnotizing on your hips. You had a feeling you would get something a bit different today. For some reason, you liked it.

Who have you become?

You followed the soft tug of his hands until you sat on his muscular thighs. Your breathing increased with every passing moment. Your eyes locked with his green ones and you nearly choked just staring at him.

Look away.

But you couldn’t. You were so entranced by him, it scared you. Your clit pulsates heavily and your legs would soon begin to shake around him from seduction. His softness was leaving you speechless; you lost all your wit and attitude that you had had when you first texted him.

“Didn’t expect this, did you, princess?” Harry’s voice is quiet and gentle, completely different from anything you’ve ever heard from him. You thought maybe you really did show up at the wrong house and this was a some multiverse version of Harry. But his words and a gentle squeeze on your hips confirm that this really is your Harry, just… softer. What? “Use your words. Or did you lose them?”

“I…” Your mind was hazy and he hasn’t even done anything. “I didn’t expect this.”

“Good. I like to keep you on your toes. Let’s try something new,” He grips your hips steadily and shifts you onto only his left thigh. You notice his tiger tattoo before he places you gently onto it. You bite your lip just peeking at it. “You like my tattoo?”

His lip curls upwards in a sly smirk and you take a shaky breath, waiting for his next move. Harry begins to slowly rock your hips and you gasp from the sudden friction on your clit. Your leggings on his bare skin shot electricity through your nerves, releasing a whimper from your throat. You lean over, your face in your neck.

What the fuck is going on? You don’t like soft. You like hard and rough. What is…

You thoughts are scrambled when Harry thrusts his thigh upward, causing you to moan into his neck. You continue to grind on him, even when he stops moving you. You increase your rhythm, gripping his shoulders tightly.

“Mm,” Another lustful moan slips from your lips and you’d mentally curse at yourself, but everything felt so good you didn’t care. You run your hands along his bare torso, scratching delicately before he thrusts into you again. You revolve your hips in a circular motion, rubbing your clit dangerously good. “fuck.”

“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my thigh,” He murmurs deeply in your ear and you clench around nothing. Your clit throbbed desperately and you huffed rapidly as your high approached you.

Suddenly, he stops you and you don’t have time to react before he flips you onto his mattress. He hovers over you, deep green eyes searing into yours. Your jaw tightens, frustrated that he edged you.

He does it every time and it just reminds you of why you hate him.

But he always makes up for it with mind-blowing orgasms…

He watches your jaw tick and anger rise, and he can’t help but smile just a bit. He loves annoying you. It means he’s in control.

“I’ve always wanted to taste you. Can I?” Harry’s rough palms return to your hips, playing with the hem of your leggings. You don’t hesitate to nod because it’s rare for a man to want to eat you out.

You can’t deny that you’ve been thinking of it too.

He tugs your pants until they’re completely peeled off and on the floor. He smirks at your legs widening quickly and your wet panties. Harry presses a thumb to your clit, feeling it pulsate under him through the cotton material. You yelp, instinctively rolling your hips into his touch.

Harry feels his rock-solid cock twitch at the sight and feeling. He wants nothing more than to sink so deep into your folds that you forget your own name, but he’s been dying for a taste of you. Hopefully, his mouth can have the same effect.

Although you have an iron-exterior that makes it hard to ever call you sweet, Harry has a feeling you’ll taste better than his favorite candy.

Discarding your panties, he spreads your legs wider than they had been. Heat crawls up your neck as smoke fumes from your ears, impatient and upset that he is going so slow. Your cunt is glistening with arousal, more than ready for him and he’s going slow.

Seeing this, he doesn’t make you wait any longer because you look too delicious to only stare.

The air was cold against your blazing skin until his warm tongue heats up your entire body. Harry’s tongue immediately attaches to your clit, sucking greedily. Your hands fly to his tousled hair, tangling your fingers and yanking. Your free hand palms your breasts through your shirt as your nipples tighten painfully good. He groans against you when you push him into you, sending an electric vibration throughout your whole body.

He gladly explored your cunt, memorizing each inch with his lips. His soothing tongue laps your juices like he can’t get enough of you, like he would die if he didn’t have you.

Your legs tense and find their way around his shoulders. Your back arches achingly as you shove his head impossibly closer. He inserts his skillful tongue into you, eliciting a nosy moan that would surely wake anybody if they were sleeping. It was warm and smooth, and the sensation made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

His delicate acts leading up to this made the pleasure feel dirtier. It made you feel like you were an innocent who just committed a sin. He was the devil and you were an angel.

“Harry, I,” You pant, while your eyes peer down at him. Harry’s nose pokes at your clit when he looks back at you. His glare itself told you he wanted you to come and he wanted it now. Even if he was being soft, he was still secretly in control. You’d never admit that though. “I’m gonna come—”

The blissful wave flushes over you as your head falls back in ecstasy. Back arching, all your muscles spasm and quake as you fall down from your cloud of euphoria. Harry drinks and swallows all of your cum like it was liquid candy in a cup. Your eyes flutter shut as your thighs quiver slightly, attempting to relax. Although he’d been tender from the start, nothing about his desire felt tender. He devoured every drop of you like he was dying of thirst. You’ve never had a man eat you out so vigorously yet sweet, and it was one of the most attractive things you’ve ever experienced.

Why was a part inside of you glad it was from Harry?

“Fuck,” You whine, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You don’t even have to look at him to feel his smirk seeping through your heated, perspired skin.

“That good?” He crawls up your body, his infamous smug look cascading his face devilishly. He tauntingly swipes the frizzy hair away from your blown-out eyes, admiring your features. Your pupils were huge and your bottom lip was swollen from biting down too hard. Harry wanted to suck it until it bled as you huffed and puffed at his demeanor.

“You didn’t let me finish,” You sass, shooting daggers at him.

“Of course I let you finish. You came all over my—”

“That’s not what I meant!” You shouted and threw your head back into the pillow as familiar heat crept up your neck and ears in embarrassment. Your blood boils in irritation as your fingers fist tightly into your palm. It’s crazy how fast you can change up how you feel. “Fuck you.”

“I’ve been waiting to fuck you. Please, just say the word and I’ll have my cock in you in seconds, princess.” Harry’s voice is gravelly and low, loaded with lust and secret desperation. The control this man has on you is insatiable because you become speechless from his taunting, demanding words. Your clit throbs at his proximity, begging to feel him fill you up.

You hated how easily you gave into him.

You asked for him to fuck you, as politely as you could muster up, which was a heavy stink-eye and a sneer with the word please. You knew he was suffocating in his shorts, cock waiting to be surrounded by your fluttering cunt. You were soaked just thinking about it, and couldn’t wait any longer to have him pounding inside of you.

You discard your T-shirt on the ground. He can’t help but eye your hardened nipples as he rolls on the condom. He licks his lips as he rubs the tip around your drenched folds.

“So wet f’me,” He husks, slowly sliding into you. “Bet I’ll just slip right in. Like I always do—”

His words of foreplay are cut short when the sound of the front door alerts you both. You both freeze, sharing identical wide eyes as the door slams closed. His cock stills halfway inside of you.

“Harry, what the fuck?! I thought you said nobody would be here!” You whispered aggressively in his face. You were terrified, but you tried to hide it by fueling furiously at him.

“I never said that! They were supposed to be gone for hours!” Harry responds in the same hushed, yelling type of tone. Feet pad across the hall, nearing Harry’s bedroom door. You hold your breath in anticipation.

“Harry? You home?” Sean calls, not knocking on the door. Harry licks his lips before giving you one of the smuggest smiles you’ve ever seen. It scares you how he can be so nonchalant about you two damn-near getting caught! His cool demeanor made your fists tighten in annoyance because he doesn’t seem to understand the severity of the current situation.

“Uh, yeah. What’s up?” He answers with clenched teeth. Without warning, he thrusts fully into you, cupping your mouth in case. You gasp behind his rough palm as he pulls in and out deliberately. Your hips roll to grind against his cock, body emerging into his touch. Your heart races at the predicament, horrified of being caught, but your body yearns to continue the discreet, sinful act.

“Going to the pub. Wanna join?” Sean asks, probably leaning against the doorframe as he waits for an answer.

“Bit busy,” Harry tries to hide a groan as he flicks his hips savagely into your suffocating cunt, making your body squirm.

“Ah, finally hooking up again. ‘S been awhile,” He chuckles. “Hopefully, it’s that one girl you’re obsessed over.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Sean’s words. What girl? There’s been a girl this entire time and Harry never told you? Why was he hooking up with you? You really were just a side chick…

Before your mind can wander anymore, Harry is ramming into you viciously, skin slapping as you silently cry into his hand.

“I’ll see you later,” Sean walks away and eventually the front door closes again.

Harry releases his hand from your mouth and moves it down toward your aching clit. He feels your soaking folds with every pounding thrust, each more brutal than the last. He rubs fast circles on your bundle of nerves, eliciting an echoey moan throughout his plain room.

Harry wanted this to be sweet and sensual to see how you would react, but he couldn’t contain himself around you.

“I knew you liked being fucked in front of our friends. Don’t you?” He taunts, guttural voice seeping through your body causing you to shudder. You shake your head even though you secretly thrived off of it. You clench around him needily and he tsks, removing his thumb from your clit and moving it to your neglected, pointy nipples. “Your body says otherwise.”

You growl when he thrusts roughly, directly hitting your G-spot. Your mouth gaped open and your hands fly up to his muscular shoulders, stabbing him with your nails in bliss. Arching into him, you clutch around his cock desperately, chasing your orgasm as it comes into view.

Suddenly, another door opens and slams shut, but Harry doesn’t stop this time. He only pounds harsher into you and you wrap your legs around his waist to push him deeper. Your heart ricochets off the walls of your ribs, nervous for who you think is at the door as the quick steps approach.

“Harry!” Rina clamors and bangs on the door, clearly upset and irritated. It’s hard to focus on anything in the outside world when Harry indulges into you with every ounce of attention. “I don’t know why you would know this, but do you know where Y/N is? She hasn’t been answering my calls.”

Your eyes widen nervously, like maybe she can sense your presence in his room. The idea of you and him together was basically impossible and most definitely insane, so it wasn’t likely she thought that. Right?

“N-not sure,” Harry moans through his words, lacking disguise, but Rina doesn’t notice. You quietly whimper at his noises, loving his vocalness in bed. Everything that came out of his mouth in the sheets frustratingly turned you on, but everything outside just made you frustrated period.

“She’s been missing my calls more often now that I think about it… do you think something happened that she’s not telling us?” Rina innocently questions, oblivious to that fact that her best friend is getting fucked into oblivion by the most stupid, irritating, and attractive man she’s ever seen.

Harry pulls at your nipples, and you bite your lip harshly to restrain your moans. He twists and tugs until you're spasming uncontrollably around under his weight. You’re so close and he knows it. Harry smirks as your foreheads get damper with the sexual heat and the nervousness of the interaction.

“Maybe she’s with a guy,” Harry hints and you try to hide the gasp that escapes you too quickly. He lowers himself onto you, causing you to feel his warm, chiseled stomach against yours.

His cross necklace lays between your sticky bodies like a reminder about how sinful and wrong this is.

“Come right now. While she’s outside the door. Right fuckin’ now,” He pants, demanding in your ear and there’s not much you can do as you obey.

“Oh my god!! You’re right. I have to go find her!” Rina runs away and you don’t remember if you hear the front door close again as your stomach coils and hips shake. Your eyes squeeze tightly shut as your muscles lock up. Harry covers your swollen lips with his palm once again just in case, muting your muffled moans. Your thighs tremble harshly as your release drains from you. You feel your body levitate from the floating cloud of bliss surrounding you as you huff unsteadily against him.

Similarly, Harry’s teeth stab into his bottom lip as his cock twitches painfully inside of you. His thrusts are sloppy as his thighs clench together. He nearly tumbles off the bed as he releases his load into the condom, overwhelming euphoria cascading over him. You remain still, too many feelings invading your body, but your mind stays hazy.

Harry doesn’t hesitate to discard the condom with a knot and clean you up. He dabs soft tissues over your cunt, sensitive from the recent events. You subtly jerk and then he tosses it in the garbage.

One look at your fucked-our face and Harry was a goner. If he looked at you for a second longer, he would get hard again, so he dips his head away and flicks your shirt at you. He snatches a new pair of boxers and hangs them low on his hips.

As your mind gets back in order, you recall what Sean had said. Harry knew many girls, but he never settled. He wasn’t the type to commit to one person, so when Sean said that it shocked you.

“So who’s the girl? Do I know her?” You inquire as you slip your shirt back on, bottom half still bare. With his back facing you, he clenches his jaw in a straight line.

“He’s bullshitting you.” He’s going to fucking kill him.

“Didn’t sound like it to me. I mean, you’ve missed your daily dose of hook-ups because of her. She must be a pretty big deal,” You smirk as he remains silent.

It never clicks in your head.

You don’t even attempt to get up and leave, you just lay back on his bed with your head nudged into his indented pillow like you were staying. Your eyes gaze at the plain, drywall ceiling like it’s the most intriguing piece of art ever.

He should put a poster up there.

“No, really. He does that to get the girl jealous,” He licks his lips and tags you with a knowing look.

He wasn’t lying. Sean has done dipshit things like that before. But when he said that in front of you, it made his heart race and palms sweaty. He felt… embarrassed? Exposed? He couldn’t quite pinpoint the feeling, but it was volatile and impulsive. It had to be.

But then, in flashes, he remembers the few times he’s seen you smile. He remembers your laughter that he wished he caused. He remembers the moment he first saw a picture of you, and how it was horrible timing when you finally met. All of those moments give him a similar feeling.

Annoying you was entertaining because you were adorable when you were mad, even when you tried to be a biter. If he couldn’t make you smile or laugh, he had to do something. He avoided any sort of feeling because he couldn’t have you, so he had everyone else. He didn’t care, but secretly he did. God, it irritated the fuck out of him that you were an attracter and not a chaser. You had this magnetic pull that made him yearn for you and he hated it. He didn’t even know what he wanted exactly, he just wanted you.

Maybe he loves being in control so much because in the grand scheme of it all, you were the one in control. Whether you knew it or not.

“I am not jealous. There’s nothing to be jealous over,” You sit up on your elbows. You swear you notice the second of sadness in his eyes before he blinks it away. Maybe you only thought you saw it because you yourself felt a pang of sadness in your heart at your own words.

Why did you feel sad at all? You were just two people who had sex occasionally. You’ve hooked up with a handful of people in the past, and Harry a bunch himself. You wouldn’t call yourselves friends with benefits because you weren’t even friends. You couldn’t be anything more even if you tried because of how infuriated you made each other.

So why did you feel any dismay after saying that there was nothing between you two? After three times and being mutual “friends” for months before, you know subconsciously that there was something to lose. If only you could admit it to yourself and Harry, maybe you could be something.

Harry pushed down any and every feeling, convincing himself it was nothing. It was never anything. That’s what you said anyway, so that is what it was going to be. Nothing.

“You should probably go call Rina,” He swallows after multiple beats of silence, the atmosphere shifting. The usual fire in the air was gone, coldness suddenly cascading over you both. You nod distracted, slipping your damp panties and leggings over your shivering legs. For some reason, him telling you to leave felt like a rejection. You didn’t expect him to have you stay, even if he did live alone. But that ever-changing dismay grows over your heart slowly like ice.

Harry shakes his head. He wanted you to stay. He’s never wanted any of his hook-ups to stay. He hasn’t had anyone spend the night since…

Harry never talked about his love life. He didn’t count random sex as his love life, seeing as there is no love there. He’s had one girlfriend in the past. One.

She meant everything to him. Everything that a high school sweetheart was made out to be; sweet, funny, and easy. Sometimes, it felt like their love was fake because of how easy it all seemed. But as he grew up, things grew different between them. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when, but he assumes it all stemmed from jealousy, insecurity, and drugs.

Harry didn’t go out a lot before her. She would drag him to every house party and he would go along with it naively. They drank and smoked together, faded laughter haunting his memory. Now, he tried not to get drunk and high like he used to because he remembered everything that was associated with his past. Weren’t drugs supposed to make you forget everything?

Alcohol. Ecstasy. Mushrooms. Fentanyl.

He’s not religious, but he thanks some higher power every day that he never got addicted. They experimented together in ways that connected people for life. But she wasn’t in it for life like he was. She was it for him. Harry was momentary for her.

He winced when he remembered the nights in some random person’s basement as he slipped a pill down his throat to impress her. He recalls the few nights they stayed in and just lied comfortably on his bedsheets, high on nothing but the presence of each other. The days were better when she wasn’t high because she was herself; the person he fell for.

She was obsessed over those little medicines that she snagged in a baggie, and she changed completely. She got controlling, manipulative, and angry, and horribly enough, Harry felt like he had too. Her twisting words and her mind games made him forget who he was.

Maybe in the real grand scheme of it all, his ex was the real reason why he loved being in control. Because he never was. It took everything in him to walk away, but the feeling still pinches him occasionally.

Like right now, staring at you. His heart ached because it was reminiscing the familiarity of the sweet beating he once had for her. The desire in his chest outweighs the logical facts that his brain wants to listen to. But like he did a few years ago, he finds it in himself to walk away. Or more so, to let you walk away.

As you trudge towards his locked door, you feel yourself about to cry. Water wouldn’t come out, but you had that restricting tension in your chest and that suffocating feeling wrapped around your throat. Hand on the handle, his voice slices through the silence.

“Wait,” He croaks and glides towards you. You don’t move. He couldn’t just watch you go. “do you want to leave?”

“What?” Your voice, quiet and breathy. He was setting you up and it made you anxious. If you said yes, but he didn’t want you to stay, you would have felt rejected twice now. But you knew you couldn’t stay, it was way too risky.

You slowly turn around to face him, denial on your tongue.

“Don’t leave,” Your heart skipped a beat.

“Harry, you know I can’t—”

“Then let’s go somewhere,” He suggests, eyes wandering around your face like he was trying to find an answer to every problem so you couldn’t deny him.

“Where? My place? What if Rina is there?”

“We don’t have to go there. We can go anywhere. Let’s just drive,” His eyes were green and glowy in a silent pleading. They were probably his puppy eyes, and you fell for them.

“I…” It was impulsive because you didn’t have time to get your thoughts or feelings sorted out. You definitely couldn’t do any of that while he was sitting right next to you driving. You felt vulnerable, but agreed. “Okay.”

Checking both ways, you both quietly pad down the stairs. Harry grabs his keys out of the small bowl and then you two head for his car. It was dark outside, late evening most likely. You hopped in the passenger seat as silence filled the air.

The revving of the engine didn’t stop your mind from overthinking as he drove along the empty roads. The tension was heavy with unspoken words that were desperate to be said. You couldn’t find the right ones as your brain scattered to think and your heart pounded with overwhelming emotions.

His words don’t leave echo in your mind. You knew it was odd how sweet and tender he was being when you first walked into his room. But those words felt entirely different from it all. They were laced with so many possible emotions; vulnerability, fear, sadness. You couldn’t depict which one he might be feeling. Maybe all of them.

There was one emotion you didn’t sense in those words, and that deep part inside of you that ached painfully beautiful hoped it was something he never felt when it came to you.

Regret.

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tags: @harrysgf01 @whitemancumslut @raajali3

#shawnxstyles #harry styles #addicted in the afterglow #harry styles fan fic #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #fratboy!harry #harries

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pigeonpeach · 5 months

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Teyvat’s Cat dads!!

A/n: DISCARD any prior cat content because I genuinely have no memory of it! A more detailed drabble including pure fluff! Also happy new year! I’m spending it in bed with incredible back pain and sore throat >:(

Monsieur Neuvillete

A unexpected cat dad indeed! But the Melusines recently adopted a stray cat causing it to follow them to and from work. Entering buildings and following them even into meetings. Thus Neuvillete met and was adopted by the Siamese cat known as Bubbles due to its love for bubbles. After that Bubbles rarely left his office. Neuvillete was charmed by the little guy. A bold creature but like the melusines it is simply too mad to be at. The kitty has claimed his office as its own now. Thus when the Melusines visit they often are there to visit the cat too. It seems he’s the favorite now of the cat now. Bubbles sits on his desk as he works on papers, often looking like he supervises his work. The cat stays in the office though, it is not brought for trials as it dislikes the Opera house. Bubbles has his own chalice to drink from, as the kitty seems to like drinking out if his chalice. As such he leaves a decoy chalice for them to drink from. He would be irritated but he notices the cat also prefers the same waters as he does. Sometimes even making a disgusted face and ignoring certain flavors. The cat also seems to not be adverse to water strangely enough.

Needless to say this kitty is one of the most spoilt in all of the court. With a adoring dragon sovereign as its guardian and a entire species willing to pet it. This once stray kitty now drinks only the finest of waters but also the finest of fish!

Diluc of Mondstadt

The darknight hero after sneaking away from the scene and to the trails to his home discovered he was followed. Footsteps, light but present were heard. He turned but saw nothing. Cautious he pressed on, now taking a different direction to lead this stalker elsewhere. But when he finally confronted them did he discover a small but trembling black kitten. Its eyes were the only thing in sight. It meowed so pathetically, his heart was caught. He carefully picked it up discovering how small it was. This kitten must have been orphaned, its too young. He looked around finding no more. He noticed the kitty was shivering as he pulled it into his cloak pressing it closer to himself so it could feel his body heat.

Bringing it home was initially jarring for little Selene, a name given by Adelinde as she personally took charge in its care. She took the cat to the vet and discovered it was quite littered in fleas and malnourished. Diluc assisted with the flea bath, petting little Selene’s head in order to soothe her panicked meows. He saw to it that the kitty would be clean of all fleas, expensive shampoos used to ensure if would never have such problems again. As for food, it wasn’t a problem. Diluc would hand feed the kitty warm milk as the kitty really stuck to him. Clearly he was the favorite from the start.

As it grew older it also grew fatter. Selene is a chubby kitty indeed. But it’s partly because Diluc couldn’t refuse to share his steaks with the kitty. So easily does she tug at his strings as he is reminded of how she once knew s life without any of these comforts, so needless to say she is fed the finest of meats and vegetables. She’s a real sweetheart though. She meows often to complain about Diluc’s absence. If he isn’t home she’ll look for him in his office and every room. She’s a black cat so she’s also quite stealthy, therefore Adelinde gifted her a big red bow on her collar so she was slightly more visible. At least it would be easier to not trip on her late at night. When Diluc is home she is usually orbiting around him. She’ll relax near him, in his office she will lay upon his lap purring a storm as she enjoys his warmth and affection. And she takes up a good chunk of the bed when he sleeps, often sprawled out under the covers.

Pantalone

The Regrator is a commanding figure indeed. People shiver seeing him. But surprisingly his cat is his exact opposite. A common orange tabby with a pension for misfit. This kitty is very much more liked than his owner. Named Diamond, this beautiful female is the exact opposite of her owner. She is friendly and quite polite. She is often seen loafing on his lap as he does paperwork. She is mostly kept at his home, if his employees are working hard and he believes they deserve a reward then he may bring her. She’s a delight in the office as she often patrols the break room. She is a plump kitty too. Sometimes accused of being pregnant but she’s really just fat. The staff sneak her treats because she’s just too irresistible. She’s a adorable little lady. With a diamond coated collar, and well groomed coat she is a very pretty cat. There’s even a little white heart on her belly. She’s known for being a stress absorber to him. Even when he is utterly exhausted or miserable does his face visibly change when she jumps up onto his table and meows at him. Her little meow alone is a relief to him. She’s quite soft too. Her fur may get over his black clothes but its fine to him. He likes randomly finding hairs on clothes he hasnt even worn around her.

Pantalone will likely never have any children of his own but she’s close to one. Especially considering how spoiled she is. With new toys almost every day. A wild array of comfy sweaters meant to help her stay warm. To her diet, luxurious wet food. Made to be the most nutritious and healthy food to try to keep her fit. Unfortunately she has a ravenous appetite so if fish is being cooked she will try to take it. Often the private chefs must sacrifice a slice to her. One day Diamond despite his attempts at helping her keep in shape did seems to get really plump. One maid suggested she might be pregnant which immediately delighted him. He adores kittens and the chance to have more little Diamonds running around. He started to prepare for kittens only to find out she was just fat. Poor Pantalone didn’t get to be a cat grandpa but he is actively looking for s suitable tomcat for his beloved Diamond. As he is determined to have more little Diamonds.

#genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin drabbles #pure fluff #pantalone #diluc fluff #Neuvillete fluff #domestic fluff #girl cat supremacy!!!#I have two girl cats and they are beautiful

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bunsndoofs · 1 year

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The Runaway Theory - A Mahiru 2nd Trial Analysis

I want to begin with addressing the idea of Mahiru being an abuser and my issues with this perception of her. I know the stalker and mannequin theories are very popular but my issue with this characterization of her is the fact that Mahiru is a very weak person. In both voice dramas Mahiru constantly belittles herself, painting herself as a someone who isn't smart. When Kotoko hurts her to the point of being in a critical condition- she herself doesn't feel hurt and justifies what Kotoko has done to her. Even was Es was the one who voted her guilty- she seems to harbor no resentment towards him, and tells him to do his best in her voice drama.

This all very important to consider because it shows Mahiru is willing to get hurt to paint others in a positive light. So with that- what makes us think that she isn't doing the same for her boyfriend. Both songs focus so heavily on Mahiru's warm feelings for this man, but little do either songs actually characterize him. We don't know his motives, and it's only in the second song that we even know what he looks like.

Which brings me to my main thesis: Mahiru fixates so much on her feelings of love as to not focus on the fact she is settling for a shitty guy and shitty relationship.

With that I want to address what is happening in the second song. That is, what exactly is Mahiru and her boyfriend doing in the forest. I understand the "symbolism" of Mahiru leading her boyfriend to a suicide forest, but that doesn't really make sense. Mahiru doesn't want him dead, and even actively state that she wishes she could bring him back to life if he could.

So- why are they there?

This brings me to the runaway theory. As established already, Mahiru does have money. She is a college student and its said that she is living off money that her parents send her. Not to mention the fact she is seen wearing very nice clothes and able to go to a stylist.

Which brings us to the question- why is Mahiru in a state where she is looking for things like shelter and food ("Clothes Food Shelter - Love and Miss you"). In fact this phrase is repeated through her 2nd trial, emphasizing that these are things she is constantly on the lookout for. We know the forest was where Mahiru's boyfriend was killed, implying that both Mahiru and him must have consensually went together. But like we established, Mahiru isn't in poverty, nor has she commited any grave crimes that would make her have to go on the run. If she were a stalker, and that's why she needed to go on the run, then why would her boyfriend be with her since he would have had to report her to the police?

Well this brings us to an interesting conclusion. The last known entry in Mahiru's diary indicates that she was staying at her boyfriend's place. This is also where she is wearing the same outfit as in the second MV. We can assume this happened prior to her boyfriend's death in the suicide forest because she was waiting for him to come home. The following shot in the MV though implies that- he didn't come home, as Mahiru is instead sleeping on the couch, seeming from waiting for him all night. This is where we then get this shocked expression:

We know this expression couldn't be because of her boyfriend's suicide, because we know this occurred in the forest. The attached image showing Mahiru's information along with where her murder took place, depicting a forest. So if not for her boyfriend's death, what could possibly make Mahiru look like this?

-I don't really know. That's the issue with the Milgram MV's and a similar issue I noticed with Mu's MV's where they showcase the beginning and end of the prisoner's crimes, but not so much what happened in between. My guess though, is that the reason they had to become runaways had to do with Mahiru's boyfriend. Like I said, we don't know much about this guy and I think that's intentional. Mahiru is desperate to make this guy look like a victim and like a good person even if it means endangering herself. I think more than likely, that shocked look on Mahiru's face came due to the boyfriend having to come home, likely planning to go on the run after he did something, and ending up having to confess this to Mahiru. As a result of her unconditional love, Mahiru then decides to go with him.

I think one thing that's interesting in the MV that reveals about this guy's character is that while he's willing to give Mahiru cake, it's a lot less than what Mahiru is willing to give.

Mahiru is already shown to be someone who makes the most out of bad situations as shown by her more delusional perceptions throughout the video. If I had to make a guess as to why her boyfriend commited suicide, it's because he was stuck in a situation that he couldn't get out of (he was already shown with a blood stain on his chest in the MV) and one that he couldn't idealize. Mahiru on the other hand, was able to live through the awful conditions. In her first trial she fixates on the days before their relationship switched to the point where they had to become runaways.

In this case, what I think Mahiru feels guilt about is the fact that she couldn't stop her boyfriend's death. What that carousel symbolizes in that sense is their relationship. Sure, it's working and it's constantly moving, but it's stuck and place, gradually breaking down more and more, until her boyfriend is literally shown hanging from it. The carousel for Mahiru is something she uses to keep herself going, to her boyfriend it was another thing to drain him.

#milgram analysis #milgram mahiru spoilers #mahiru shiina

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uncleclam · 7 months

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You x stalker driver / lowkey silly / sfw

It really start messing up your brain when you keep convincing yourself that they are coincidence.

It begins with seeing him very often in the only supermarket nearby where you both lived. You can’t help yourself from looking at him from time to time, peaking from behind the shelf because he is fairly good looking. Before you leave, you saw he has one of your favorite gummy worms in his shopping basket. You were excited like a fangirl meeting their celebrity back home, overthinking about how you can share a common silly trait with this handsome, mysterious neighbor.

Then you started notice him appearing in your favorite restaurant, almost everytime when you arrived, eating quietly alone. Has he always been there? Should you say hi? You wanted to but he seem like a person who want to enjoy their personal space, so you gave up your thoughts. You saw him ordered the same meal with you sometimes, it was served with flaming hot chili sauce, you wonder if he liked it.

And that one time when your car was completely fine when you parked it outside of the convenient store, and you came out with it blowing black smoke. He just happened to be there and lucky enough to be a mechanic, willing to help you out.

You get into his car shyly, thanking him as he sit on the driving seat next to you. The smell of leather fills your nose, as well as something……fresh and sweet, you can’t tell what is it yet, it smells extremely familiar and it tickles your brain. You stay silent as he drives, and then you remembered.

It was the exact same scent like your washed clothes, the laundry detergent you bought often, which smells like orange. He must have used the same brand as yours, on the white t-shirt he is wearing right now.

You feel confused by all this.

#ryan gosling #driver #drive #drive 2011

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actress4him · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 29 - Obsession

This is the actual next chapter of Obsession, following after Threats. It's not the entire scene that I wanted to come next, but I was running short on time (and inspiration) here at the end of the month, so I will have to continue this scene at a later date.

Taglist: @justplainwhump , @whump-ventures

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No. 29: Troubled Past Resurfacing

Contains: lady whump, stalker, selective mutism, fear

Cadence doesn’t suspect a connection, at first, between the text and the doorbell ringing. Why should she? They don’t get visitors, usually, but the small part of her brain that hears it assumes it must be a delivery.

Most of her mind is occupied with trying to forget the text, anyway. Do you think that staying at home all the time keeps me from getting to you anytime I want? You’re so adorable.

He won’t leave her alone. There’s no way that she can get away from him, not ever, she knows that. It doesn’t stop her from trying. He tracked her down at her favorite coffee shop, so she started switching where she went to draw - other coffee shops, the park, even McDonald’s. Anywhere that he might not think of to look for her. He somehow knew what her hair looked like while she was sitting at the bus stop, so she gave up altogether and just locked herself inside the house. Janaysia has been giving her suspicious looks, but there’s nothing she can do about that. She can’t go out there anymore, where he’s lurking. He’s already threatened to take her again. If she steps out of this house, he’ll be waiting to snatch her.

There’s a sharp knock at her bedroom door. Startled out of her spiraling thoughts, Cady stands and crosses the room, easing the door open to see Janaysia standing in the hall.

“So…apparently you forgot to tell us you had company coming over?” Her housemate raises an eyebrow at her, as if she doesn’t quite believe the situation.

Her mouth opens and shuts again, eyebrow furrowed in confusion and dread beginning to grow in her stomach. It wouldn’t be him. He wouldn’t dare come here like this, not when he’s so adamant that no one ever finds out. But…it has to have something to do with him, right? Because she certainly didn’t invite anyone over. Everything in her life seems to be connected to him.

She shakes her head no, adamantly, but Janaysia just sighs and smiles. “It’s okay, it’s no big deal. We haven’t started cooking dinner yet, so we can just make a little more. Unless you guys were planning to go out…?”

Cadence shakes her head even harder. The dread has expanded up into her chest and is crawling toward her throat. She steps back into the room, reaching for her notebook, but Janaysia steps away, too.

“Don’t worry about it, just come on so Devin doesn’t have to keep making awkward conversation with a stranger! You can explain it to us later.”

She feels like she’s choking the whole way down the hall. Every inch of her wants to turn and run back to the safety of her bedroom, to grab Janaysia’s arm and plead with her to keep her safe, to not make her go out there, but she just keeps in step, body moving robotically just like it does with him.

Somewhere in her gut, she knows. No matter how much her brain tries to drown it out with protests of how it can’t be, he wouldn’t, she still knows.

But nothing can prepare her for walking around the corner and seeing him. In their living room. Sitting on their couch. Chatting casually with one of her best friends, like he’s just a normal guy who can do normal things like that.

All of the blood drains from Cadence’s face, and she stops moving, staring at him with blurred vision. Whatever words are being spoken are so far away she can’t hear them. All she knows is him, in their living room, on their couch.

Until he looks her way, smiling that smile that she sees in her nightmares. Her mind immediately zeroes in on his words to her, unable to risk missing anything.

“Ah, Cadence, there you are. I guess it…slipped your mind, that you invited me over tonight?”

He’s here. He’s here. He’s here. Why? What does it mean, what is he going to do?

She nods, numb, not knowing what else to do but agree.

“Wait, is…Cady short for…Cadence?” Janaysia’s looking at her all wide-eyed and fascinated and she wants to scream, to tell them no, they can’t know about that, they can’t know about him, but it’s far too late for that because he’s right there, sitting on their couch.

“Oh, right, my bad.” He chuckles, waving a hand. “I keep forgetting she goes by that now. She’ll always be Cadence to me, I’m afraid.”

Devin smiles at her. “Oliver was just telling me -” he shouldn’t be saying his name so casually like that, it isn’t right -“a little about how the two of you met, back in college.”

College? It wasn’t college, it was after that, but that must be his cover story. She has to remember that, to make sure she doesn’t slip up and say the wrong thing and mess it all up.

Assuming they all make it past this night with secrets still intact. They have to. Her friends’ lives depend on it.

“It’s a shame we lost touch after a while, but I’m so glad I ran into her again recently.”

“Was that…at the birthday party?” Janaysia is too smart for all of this. She’s already starting to put a few pieces together, and if this continues she might put together more. Cadence has to play her part, she can’t let her find out. But she can’t make herself move, there’s no way that she can act anywhere near normal with him in the room. When he’s here, she has to be still and be quiet and wait for him to tell her what to do. She can’t act like herself.

She isn’t even sure she knows what that means anymore, anyway.

“Right! At Devin’s birthday party. So sorry for stealing her away, by the way, we just had so much catching up to do.”

Janaysia’s smile says that she’s still a little miffed about the whole thing. “Well, next time a little heads up would be nice before she just disappears, we were definitely worried! But no real harm done, in the end.”

She could almost laugh aloud at that, if she wasn’t frozen in place and could remember how. There had been plenty of harm done. But they could never, ever know about it.

“Well.” Devin slaps his hands down onto his thighs, then stands. “I’m gonna go get started on dinner, and let you two visit.”

Cadence startles, eyes darting to both her friends before zoning in on the floor. Don’t leave me don’t leave me please don’t leave me. Except that she doesn’t want them here, either. They don’t need to be anywhere near him, they need to run, to go far far away where he can’t get to them. But if they leave, he’ll be free to do whatever he wants to her. As long as they’re in the room, he’s leaving her alone.

“Yep, I’ll come help you. Any, uh…food allergies, Oliver?”

He smiles brilliantly at Janaysia. “None at all, thank you for asking.”

“Alright, perfect.” She turns to leave, but looks at Cadence first, brow furrowing in concern. “You okay?” she asks softly.

All she can do is nod. It isn’t anywhere near convincing, but she can’t even force a smile or look her in the eye.

But apparently Janaysia reads her emotions as something completely different, anyway. She reaches out and squeezes her arm gently, leaning in. “Don’t be nervous, he obviously likes you. Also…he is hot, just saying.” With a quiet laugh, she walks into the adjoining kitchen with Devin. A couple of seconds later, she reappears with Cadence’s dry erase board, handing it over with another smile before leaving again.

Her gaze slides up until it finds his, boring into her with all its usual intensity, and quickly drops back down. Her pulse is pounding in her ears. She grips the dry erase marker too tightly, the hard plastic digging into the bones of her fingers, as her breath stutters in and out of her closed-over throat.

“Come sit down, Cadence.”

His tone is pleasant, but she knows better than to think it’s a suggestion. Her feet lurch into motion. Two steps on the hardwood, five more across the worn out rug and around the ottoman. The closer to him she gets, the harder it is to breathe. But she sinks down onto the couch, anyway, just a few inches away from him. His hand immediately finds her thigh. “So good to see you again.” His fingers begin to squeeze, digging into her skin with a promise of more to come. “You really should get out of the house more often.”

#whumptober2023 #no.29 #troubled past resurfacing #original content #fic #stalking tw #fear tw #obsession fic #cadence the whumpee #oliver the stalker #lady whump #lady whumpee #selective mutism #whump writing #whump series

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Dracula sees to it that Jonathan is psychologically destroyed. He wasn't content to simply take his envelopes and paper, which were his methods of sending letters home once more. Dracula, for example, knows that Jonathan is unable to escape the castle, but he nevertheless says, "Even if you miraculously made it out of the house and the mountains and the wolves, you will never be able to go far from here," after stealing his documents, his identity, and his letter of credit (money). "Everything that may have brought you home has been taken away by me. You are a stranger and destitute, so no one will help you. Give up, you can't go home."

It's truly wild isn't it?

It's the powerful image of abuse portrayed from a single journal, a purposeful attempt at breaking the human psyche. What kind of paper trail would lead anyone to Dracula's castle? The locals are terrified of him, the romani are under his control at claw point, and the castle seems to exist in a liminal standing between reality, and hallucination so what does it serve to make Jonathan a ghost in living paper? To make Jonathan spiral more inside those stone walls with doors that won't open.

Dracula is a vampire who is so human that it is scary. Who cares about the lizard climbing when he keeps invanding Jonathan's personal space, who cares about the lack of servants when the Count forces Jonathan to believe how he just fell asleep, how his sleep schedule is suited for the night, how his duty is not finished unless Dracula says it's finished. Why does any vampirism matter when the Count's greatest weapon is his understanding on human rules.

Unlike Draula, the Weird Sisters are what is the mythical notion of "monster". They are the dreamy stalkers that roam the night hunting humans, they are the strigoi, they are the shadows of the moon, what Dracula has an addition in the supernatural, the Sisters embody it entirely. They don't feel different from Dracula, the Count is the different one, how come the ones that came from the original seem to be far more merciful in their monstrousness. Why does he insist in games? Why does he let the prey stay alive one more day?

This is why he is so despicable, why he is the villain, and not a simple antagonist. Dracula is not an inhumane monster drinking blood to survive, he is a humane abuser that loves breaking down a younger and powerless being emotionally. None of his mental games are necessary to survive, or to keep Jonathan captive, he does it because he just wants to. Dracula enjoys the suffering, he enjoys those looks of despair in Jonathan's eyes as he burns the letter just like how an abusive husband enjoys breaking his wife's precious belongings. It's a power play, it's social conventions, it's economic imbalance, it's gothic gender roles breathing down on Jonathan's neck as he must smile while Dracula puts his hand on his shoulder, overly familiar and so degrading my good friend.

One could literally take the vampirism off the Count, and he still would be a terrifying person. He is a wealthy noble man in a land where his fortune, and social standing gives him free reign to terrorize anyone unlucky enough to catch his attention. Dracula is not an inhumane monster, Dracula is the most human right here in the castle as he dares Jonathan to break their challenged standing with a movement of his eyebrows, but in a way that satifies him without Jonathan actually making an attempt of breaking their new status quo, he is just a puny human, he should know his place.

#Dracula isn't only scary because he is a vampire #The Count is scary because what he does to Jonathan anyone can do it with the right amount of money and power #Dracula is a noble abuser who happens to be a vampire #Now I ask myself if he was banking on Jonathan commiting suicide out of sheer desesperation and doom #dracula daily #dracula #jonathan harker #count dracula

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It Will Come Back S2 3

Warnings: Masturbation (F/M), 18+ minors DNI

Werewolf Stalker! Billy x Reader

A/N: I realized I won't have time to post this for a few days, so here she is now!!!! Please tell me your thoughts so I can survive not being able to write this weekend :))))

Billy waits until you’re at work before he breaks into your apartment. He had elected not to bug your apartment when things were good between you, but now things are different. He reasons it’ll only be a few, just enough to make sure you’re okay, and maybe to watch you change. He leaves one in the living room, two in your bedroom, one in the kitchen and one pointed at your front door. God forbid you have a man over to try to get over him, Billy will be the first to know.

After he’s done, he takes the time to go through your laundry, tucking more panties and a t-shirt into this pockets. He must have a small pile of your panties by now, but your smell fades too fast for his liking, the need for more immediate. As he passes your bed, he runs his fingers across the comforter, remembering the night you’d fucked him for the first time.

He’d tucked you into bed after, stroking your hair to move it out of your face. You’d been entirely fucked out, pumped full of his come and bruised from his fingers digging into your skin. He’d been worried as he'd cleaned you up, still feeling the feral need to care for you because you were his. You are is, he reminds himself. You have to be.

Before you’d fallen asleep that night you’d mumbled something incomprehensible, and when he’d gently prompted you to say it again, you’d sighed and whispered, “Think I want you around forever, Bill.”

He doesn’t think you remember saying it, if you current attitude was any indication. Billy loves it when you’re a brat, when you push him for more, but when that sharp attitude is pointed at him for a bad reason? It’s jarring and painful.

He’d held onto your words that night as he’d sat awake, refusing to part with your peaceful body. He’d hoped they were true, that you’d forgive him for what he’d done. A part of him had felt guilty, dirty almost for biting you. Another part, the wild predator, was deeply satisfied. He was mated, claimed. All he had to do was stay that way.

And then it had fallen apart.

Billy leaves your apartment, shutting the door on the thoughts plaguing him. Billy isn’t one to dwell on the past when the future needs his attention. The only important thing is getting you back. With that, he goes downstairs to find the rental office of your building. -

You’re exhausted after work, brain absolutely fried. You’ve barely kicked off your shoes before you’re flopping onto the couch, eyes closing as you lean your head back. Your dozing is soon interrupted by the sound of an email notification on your phone. Sighing, you go to check it. It’s an email from your building manager confirming your rent has been paid. You cock your head, completely aware that you haven’t paid next month’s rent yet. And then it his you. Billy.

“I don’t need you to pay my rent.” You say.

He answers a second later.

“I want to take care of you.”

“You had your shot and you lost it.” You snap, eyebrows furrowing as you silently berate him.

“If you move in with me you’ll never have to pay rent again.” Billy goads.

“If I move in with you I’ll be paying with my sanity.” You retort.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asks, and you resolutely decide to ignore him.

Billy’s watching you sprawl across the couch, half dead to the world and you haven’t even had dinner. He worries you work too hard, coming home too late for his liking sometimes. It makes him ache, knowing you’re tired and over-worked. If things were exactly the way he wants them, you’d never work another day in your life. He’d come home to you every night, cook dinner with you, fuck you to sleep. His need for you hits him randomly, a great gust to the chest. It used to fill him with joy, so much he could burst at any moment. Now, he’s filled with the curdling feeling of guilt, like his insides are going rotten.

When you fall asleep on the couch he orders you dinner, the urge to care for you cresting in his chest.

After you grudgingly eat the dinner Billy sent, you shower and slip into bed early. Your brain is still sludge, but the delicious spread of Japanese food had helped a little. Now, you’re ready to let all the stress of the week go, and you sigh deeply as you slip your hand under the waistband of your cotton panties, desperate for some release.

At the first press of your fingers against your clit you gasp, pleasure already radiating through your body. Your eyes are shut tight, refusing to think of him. You’re not thinking of the way his hands feel, pressing firmly into your skin, parting your thighs for him. You’re not thinking of the way his tongue feels, swiping across your clit before sucking it between plush lips. And you’re definitely, positively, not thinking of his cock. The thickness, the way it stretches you just on this side of painfully, the burn making you clench and writhe. Of course you’re not.

Damn it.

“You thinking about me?” He purrs in your mind, and you’re suddenly very worried you just said some of that to him by accident.

“Never am.” You reply halfheartedly.

“You sure? Because I could have sworn you were touching yourself right now.”

“And you think it’s because of you? Get a grip, Russo.”

“Yeah I got a grip on something, sweetheart.”

“Ew, shut up.” You groan petulantly, trying to ignore the way your pussy throbs at the sound of his voice.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. Don’t stop on my account. Keep pressing on that pretty clit for me.”

You can’t let him get to you, you can’t.

“Stop talking to me.” You growl.

“Take me back.” He answers.

You’re giving in before you can stop it, rolling your clit under your fingers, choking back gasps as you begin to go faster.

“Never.” You tell him.

“But you’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”

“No.” You gasp.

“No?”

“Don’t want you.” You mewl, fingers slipping on your wetness.

“I don’t believe you. I know how wet you are, how badly you wanna be touched. You want me, baby.”

“You’re wrong.” You’re close, your peak approaching at light speed from hearing Billy’s voice like this for the first time in days.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Come for me, Y/N. Make a fucking mess on those pretty sheets.”

You do a second later, hand soaked, wet spot spreading on the sheets beneath you.

“Wish that pussy was squeezing me.”

“I don’t.” You mumble, the argument not even sounding serious to you.

Billy disappears, probably to orgasm himself, and you have a second to be angry at yourself for letting him in again. Then you realize you didn’t really let him in, he invited himself. And yet, you haven’t come like that since the night in the park, and suddenly the Billy shaped hole in your life is gaping at you. You shut your eyes to ward against the feeling.

“You feel better?” Billy asks, finally returning.

“No.” You say honestly.

You look downright pitiful, eyes closed, you body curled into itself on your bed. Your sheets are white, the negative space building up around you until it’s overwhelming, how alone you are right then, how much Billy should be with you. He can’t even come down from the orgasm before he’s fretting, eyes glued to the screen where the feed from your bedroom displays you. You look so sad, so tired, and Billy realizes he did that to you. He hurt you like that.

It sits like a stone in his stomach, growing and growing until suddenly he’s grabbing the nearest trashcan and vomiting into it. it’s like all the bad feelings, the guilt, the frustration bubble to the surface and then they're coming out, the sickness needing to go somewhere after days inside of him.

It hits him then, like a cold rain on his face, that he must love you. He’s never loved anyone before, never felt this strongly about another human being, never wanted to be around someone as much as he needs to be around you. And that must be love, right? It must be the thing making him sick with worry, the thing driving him to get you back.

Love, love, love. It echoes in his mind as he sits on the floor, breath heaving as he recovers.

I love you, he thinks, but it doesn’t travel to you.

#billy russo x reader #my fics #billy russo #monster!billy russo

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bibbykins · 1 year

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Yo, your stalker here again lol. I've been meaning to ask you this but always forgot it but remember when I asked you about what would household Jimin feel if bunny cheated, is it okay if I'd ask the whole household boys reaction to that? Like what would they say or do? Tho I know it's impossible in the universe (coz bunny's yandere for them too, I know I know *wink*) and the nearest scenario that this could happen is bunny getting mad at them for something and wanting to get back at them, thus finding someone and tryin to make them jealous (which bunny 1000000% mission accomplished)

Anyways don't pressure yourself and Merry Christmas/happy holidays!!!! It passed by like a normal day for me but I hope you're having fun. 💜💜

My stalker fsdkfns lmao pls

Happy belated holidays my dear!!

Now if MC were to cheat... oh boy

Warnings: delusional, obsessive, possessive, and general yandere behavior, toxic relationship, yelling, suicide threats, kidnapping/entrapment

Ofc she would never but it kinda depends on the reason. Like if it was because she was feeling lonely/isolated then the reaction would be still horrible but not as horrible as if she just did it bc she got bored. If that happened, full stop she'd become a prisoner basically. So if it were for the first reason:

Jungkook would be the most likely to lash out at her. He would never physically hurt her or anything, but he would yell. He'd also be the most self-loathing but instead of dealing with it, he would channel that into making sure she never leaves his sight again. I'm talking he's taking her everywhere and if for some reason he can't, he's making sure one of the guys are with her. Basically he's suffocates her just not literally lol

Taehyung... now that would be what breaks him. Like he was straight up scared of loving some partially for this reason. He'd take the manipulative route and ask "Should I kill myself? Would that make you happy?" Would hold that over her head but would never break up with her.

Namjoon is the one that would need to be talked out of just keeping her at the house. He would pull away and be cold to such a degree that she would have to beg for days and on her knees for him to forgive her. Even then, she'd be similarly stuck to his side at all times.

Hoseok reacts pretty similarly to Jimin, like there's no way it was your fault. He's the problem, and he'll fix it. If you feel alone, you won't be anymore. You don't need your own room or bed if you feel alone, so he'll burn them and you can stay with one of them kind of "coping"

Yoongi... Yeah, he's not going to take it well. He'll lash out similar to Jungkook at her but then he'll ask for an apology and he needs it to be sincere. If it is, great! They're still together, and she's now required to wear a ring with a tracker on and if she takes it off without one of them present... yikes, just don't

Jin would lose his marbles, more than he already has so rip. He'll manipulate her into begging and pleading for forgiveness by crying and despairing about what must be wrong with him that you did that. From then on, he manipulates her into doing anything he wants, even staying home all the time unless it's going somewhere with one of them.

Overall, they don't react well lmao

#ask #the household bts

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Love Me Now

Pairing: Jaeyong (Jaehyun x Taeyong)

Plot: All Taeyong wants to do is finish his last two years of college in peace but since he’s the son of a famous CEO he must do something he never thought he would do even in his next life time, marry his ‘enemy’.

Genre: Light angst, fluff, angst, smut???, light smut??, language, sexual themes, family problems, *cough cough* daddy issues

FOURTEEN

I said that I love him. Out of all the scenarios, why did I realize it after talking to a stalker-ish asshole?

“Care to explain this?” Mr. Lee placed two articles in front of them.

Oh right! I’m being interrogated.

“In my defense….” Taeyong looked around the room even at Jaehyun for a moment but the other was sulking in the chair. Once he looked over a wave of guilt passed through him. He continued to look until someone cleared their throat and when Taeyong turned back, his father looked like all his patience was gone.

“Wait, I'm thinking of an excuse.”

“Lee Taeyong, you are the only one causing trouble throughout this whole thing. Jaehyun has done nothing to give us bad attention.”

Taeyong and Jaehyun stayed silent as he went on about the steps they need to take forward in order to fix everything.

“It’s almost over, just hold on a little longer.”

I don’t want to let go after.

“It’s still not my fault though. Yuta has been annoying since we were kids and this time he has an excuse.”

“Just don’t get into any more trouble, dial it down a bit.” His father sighed, “You guys can go and I better see the both of you here with smiles on your faces for the press tomorrow.”

His father waved them off and Jaehyun was the first out of the door. Taeyong followed right behind him like a puppy. He tried to reach out.

"Jaehyun?" He spoke small and gulped, "Can we talk?"

"About what? I'm busy."

"Oh." Taeyong kept the tone and turned away quickly to hide his face, "Nevermind then."

Jaehyun watched the other walk away with his head down.

Goddamnit.

For once Taeyong hated that Jaehyun wasn't bothering him.

"Taeyong!"

He turned around quickly.

"I'll see you later." Jaehyun smiled sweetly at him. Taeyong felt his shoulder untense and a smile crept on his face, "See you later."

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"I'll see you later."

God, it's the only thing that Taeyong has been thinking about since he got home. He's been sitting in his room just replaying Jaehyun’s words over and over again in his head. The way the words just made his heart warm up. Or the way he wants to so badly have Jaehyun home already.

Oh no……I'm insane.

Like a freaking dog, he heard Jaehyun unlock the front door and like a normal person he ran into the living room. He casually sat on the couch, trying to control his breathing from running and didn't look over at Jaehyun coming inside.

"Hey." Jaehyun called as he kicked his shoes off.

"Hi." Taeyong’s smile only grew, "Did you have a good day at work?"

"It was decent." The conversation fell short.

"Um……did you eat? I can make you something."

"It's fine."

"Really it's no problem." Taeyong continued, getting up and heading towards the kitchen.

"Stop." Jaehyun put his hands on Taeyong's shoulders and sat him back down on the couch.

"What?" Taeyong looked up at the other with confusion.

"Stop showing that you're sorry. I know you are." Guilt. It was something Jaehyun has been feeling since that day, "I'm sorry for overreacting and for not trusting you."

"So you're not mad at me anymore?" A little smile appeared on his face that Jaehyun noticed but couldn't question.

"I wasn't mad- I just- I was annoyed."

"Annoyed?"

"Yes."

"Annoyed about what?” Taeyong continued to ask because Jaehyun wasn’t answering. He just looked away and sighed so Taeyong continued on until-

"I don't like the idea of you with someone else!"

Jaehyun was still gripping his shoulders, staring deep and never moving. Taeyong stopped breathing for a second, his heart pounded heavily in his ears and his mouth fell slightly open.

"Oh-um.." Jaehyun couldn’t form a sentence. He just couldn’t believe that he said that out loud. "We should go to bed."

"Yeah." Taeyong finally spoke.

They continued to stare into each other's eyes. Slowly breathing and bodies inching comfortably towards each other. It was Taeyong that noticed Jaehyun’s glaze on his lips. His heartbeat quickened, thinking about their lips touching again. It felt so long ago when they kissed by accident that night. Even if alcohol made the kiss more intense, Taeyong still felt something then, he just didn't believe it. There’s no alcohol this time so why is he looking at me like that? Why am I looking at him like that? Taeyong blinked the thought away and closed the distance, lips pressed against the others. Too scared to move or even deepen the kiss, he just stayed still for a couple seconds and pulled away. His eyes met Jaehyun's, who was shocked, smiling even and face quickly turning red.

Oh god.

“Sorry!” Taeyong got up quickly and ran to his room, leaving Jaehyun in shock still. He turned towards the balcony and bought his hands to his face, “He’s fucking adorable.” Jaehyun chuckled with a sigh.

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The next day came really fast. Taeyong blinked and it was already morning. He couldn't lie, he stayed up a little late and had to drag himself out of bed. He couldn't think straight. Having to be in front of people is the last thing he wants to do right now.

"You ready?" Jaehyun popped into the hall fixing his silk button up that he tucked into his jeans.

"You're wearing that? I feel a little underdressed." Taeyong stood there with plain jeans and a graphic hoodie that he definitely slept in.

"You look fine. Let's go."

The ride was quick too quick even. Taeyong clinged to Jaehyun as they walked into the room with cameras pointed at them. Both of their fathers sat next to each other on the stage with a couple more important people next to them. Once the meeting began with Taeyong’s father starting it, questions started to come from the crowd. Camera flashes blinded Taeyong, the room was so loud. Jaehyun stood up to the front with the mic and answered those asking. It started off tame just answering stupid questions honestly, Jaehyun thought. A couple questions went and then the questions were being directed at Taeyong who was still sitting, trying not to let the flashing bother him that much. Jaehyun answered for him, seeing that the other was stressing under the pressure.

“Why isn’t your husband speaking for himself?”

“He’s shy.” Jaehyun smiled, “Not really a people’s person.”

“Shy enough to openly kiss another man in a crowded area?” Jaehyun was taken back and felt a hand on his shoulder. Before he could react he was already being turned and was kissing Taeyong. It didn’t last long. But it was enough.

“I love him. We love each other.” Taeyong spoke into the mic and felt his face burn, “That man that kissed me was my drunk friend and my husband understands that. Any more questions?”

The questions continued and Taeyong was the one to answer them as Jaehyun just stared at the other. With a blink of an eye it was over and the two were walking back to the car. Jaehyun could burn a hole into the back of Taeyong’s head at this point. He pulled Taeyong to stop and turn to him.

“Why did you kiss me?”

“They bought it.”

"Did you have to though?" It was almost a pleading moan from Jaehyun and he couldn’t finish his thought.

"You weren’t complaining last night~

“Shut up.” Jaehyun's face grinned as he walked away with the other.

"Um Jae-" Taeyong reached out to him and Jaehyun quickly turned to face him again. "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry……about everything. Putting you into this mess."

"I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else."

Heart pounding.

"Oh um……okay- do you want to go out to eat right now? My treat."

"Yeah."

???’s POV

I just have to get him alone then it should be really fun. He’s always with that………that nobody. I turned the corner following behind and kept a good distance. Seeing them so close and smiling makes me sick. Those smiles have to be fake because I refuse to believe it. I thought that maybe tonight would have been the night but guess I was wrong with my timing. No worries, I basically know his schedule like the back of my hand. I’ll just wait some more and make sure that everything goes to plan. I’ll have my way and I just can’t wait to have my fun.

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