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Author’s Note: This one is a filler since I am still working on “Dairy of the Obsessed” ..this one was spontaneous lmfaoo! Also requests are open feel free to give me story ideas

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Title: A Shape-Shifter’s Dilemma

Alastor x Reader Oneshot

written + edited by @puhmpkins-blog 🎃

W/C: 5.1K 😀 oops maybe too much lol my imagination got the better of me but please enjoy!

You always questioned where Alastor your husband would go. Most of the time you would brush it off and not think of it—Overlord stuff.

But one night while Al and you slept in the same bed he tossed and turned in his sleep you could assume he was having a nightmare

“honey..?” You said in a low ruff voice as you gently placed a hand on Alastor who stops his moving before the word he mutters out was

“charlie..”

...Now that is odd. Why would a overlord like Alastor be saying the princess of hells name in the middle of his sleep?

It made you raise a eyebrow, and questioned him.

The day following did not seem to ease your nerves one bit, he again in rather ..a rush to leave the manor

Standing next to the front doors door you watched as he moved back and forth through the living room looking for whatever he was desiring

“What's rushing for darling? This is rather out of character” You said as your eyes watched him move throughout the room

“Oh nothing to concern yourself with dearie!~ Just overlord business”

You hummed back at his bland cryptic response not wanting to pick it apart–you just decided not to question it and save yourself the energy

“Right. Just don’t go get yourself in trouble” You said smiling at Alastor standing infront of you, slightly towering over you as you fixed and cleaned off any dirt or lent that got caught on his suit as he was in your words rushing around

Moving your hands away from him, your eyes locked with his as Alastor’s reddish brown eyes, a flicker of amusement dancing within them. His lips curved from a small smile into a sly smirk, revealing his pointy teeth.

“Trouble?,” he questioned, making his one of his eyebrows raise in a cocky way , “Why..thats my middle name, my dear.” He said clasping and holding both your hands as he stared at you, before shrugging “But perhaps maybe I’ll make an exception—for you.”

You rolled your eyes to your husband's playful antics, before giving Alastor his goodbye kiss and waving him bye as he sinks into his shadow disappearing leaving you alone in the manor.

A moment of silent filling the air before

“Now, let me figure out WHAT’S actually happening.”

And that’s how this whole shenanigan began with you.

You see, while Alastor might have been expected to marry some ordinary demon, you in your case, were far from ordinary. As a shape-shifting demon, you possessed the ability to transform your identity at will, becoming a whole new demon or a manifestation of whatever your imagination desired.

The only limitations were those of your own imagination or..if Alastor was able to sniff you out, thanks to his keen sense of smell. HOWEVER, avoiding detection was usually easy enough… for the most part.

Weeks to months you’ve been keeping up on this “routine” of cat and mouse but all was paying off.

You found out Al has been to much of your dismay harboring rather a couple of secrets hidden and tucked from you. Other than your known overlord stuff he was a suppose helper at a hotel called the “Hazbin Hotel” that princess charlie owns and works at with a couple of other people almost made you drop with laughter when you first seen Alastor helping out with the hotel, you had to tell Rosie about this later.

It was easy to stay undercover and even easier to get close to him without him realizing and knowing it was you.

You made up your mind weeks ago that his territory would be fine, if you step away here and there to follow Alastor to the hotel

And that’s how you end up to the present day you.

You weren’t satisfied with knowing Alastor helps at a hotel. Yes indeed it was a shocker but that’s all? You were still puzzled on why Al said Charile name to began with

Alastor hasn’t suspected a thing yet due to him kinda being busy at the hotel or up in his office.

On the rare times you would see him, he was up in the upper balcony with nifty laughing with her, you couldn’t hear what they were talking about but knowing the both of them.. it was rather something strange or gruesome

As another shifted ended, the day ended with you back at the manor seating in your comfortable loveseat, reading a book before mere minutes Al got back, making it seem as normal as possible to not raise suspicions

The next day as things moved along you wished Alastor a goodbye as you watched him shift into the shadows and disappear off.

Waiting a few minutes after he left you then began to get ready for your shift at the hotel, that first started with showering to rid yourself of your natural scents–you didn’t want to be tackled down by your husband as soon as you walk in through the door.

Finishing up with your shower you stepped out spraying some random cheap perfume you had bought to scramble Al scents.

As you began styling yourself from being a lady of the 1920s with elegant beauty and designer dresses to a ripped petite coat, old bleach stained black skirt with a hole at the bottom with a finish messy down hairstyle

You laughed at your reflection

Seeing what you looked like in your normal form made you laugh. Alastor would probably gasp and dropped to his knees at the things you wore.

You walked out the house being sure to not be seen

Successfully making it past the fenced gates and out of the woods you came to the main roads of hell shifting yourself into a hell creature you have been using for this whole little “spying game”

A lengthy white fur being that stood, 6ft having two red stripes covering both arms and legs. Your (h/c) just reached the middle of your back and on your head sat two cream colored pointy horns, you kept your sharp teeth to still be able to scare off unwanted demons if the occasion was to rise

Checking yourself out in the reflection of the glass windows, you made sure everything was correct: your look, your attire and your scent.

You started to walk to the hotel, the sidewalk you have taken at least more than ten times.

As you inched closer to the hotel you for safe measures stopped and sprayed yourself down one more time in cheap perfume emptying the bottle before tossing it off in the distances and kept walking

Getting inside the hotel was an easy task,

You said hello to everyone vaggie, angeldust, sir pentious and his eggo children, huskier and nifty.

‘Everyone is down here practically–well almost everyone’ looking around furrowing your eyebrows together

“Where Charlie? She's usually with you, Vag?” You said to Vaggie who was sitting on the couch next to Angel looking at the TV

“She should be in her office right now Lucy. I think she also wanted to talk to you” Vaggie said kinda nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders towards the end as she looked up from the tv to you as you nodded your head

Making a hum noise you turned on your heel and began walking to Charlie office

Knocking before you entered, Charlie sat at her desk looking at papers

“Helluva morning Charlie. Vaggie was telling me you were looking for me, I just wanted to speak to you about what you wanted” You said as you walked towards her desk and seating down in one of the chairs across from it

Charlie still having her go lucky smile on her face nodded putting down a couple of papers “Yes Vaggie was right! I was looking for you Lucy!” She said pausing as she slide over a little stack of paperwork, “It’s nothing serious promise! I just wanted you to run these up to Al~!”

You nodded silently thanking hell for the opportunity to be closer to Al

“Yeah of course I can do that” You said standing up taking the paperwork in your black gloved hands “Consider it done Charlie!” You said walking out of her office as she screamed a thank you from behind a closed office door

You hummed quietly to yourself as you walked up the flights of stairs to get to Alastor’s door

Minutes passed before you got to the door that read in bold letter

“Alastor, Radio Demon”

Knocking lightly on the door, ‘he should be in there?’

“…”

‘No response..hm that weird’ You thought as you looked over both your shoulders before you placed a gloved hand on your door handle twisting the knob before it opened slowly

!!!CREAAAK!!!

Your body mentally cringed at the noise as you pushed the door more open glancing around one more time you slipped in the crack of his door, gently shutting it closed once you entered

‘Wow’ Was the first word that escaped your mouth looking into his room now, it's his office yes, but what was beyond it that made it almost feel like you were..alive it was the bayou swamp/forest it was just how you remembered before you died all those years ago..breathtaking

Scanning the dimly lit area with the only light being a moonless night and the few fireflies that infested the air, you didn’t see Alastor anywhere in sight, just a table with a chair on it in the middle of the grassy forest.

You bite your lip gently as you looked between the paper work and the forest before groaning knowing your mind was made up, as soon as you laid your eyes on the bayou. Leaving the paperwork for Alastor sitting on his wooden desk before you walked passed it and too the bayou landscape filling as it was almost a dream

Walking slowly into the grassy area with a smile as you breathed in the smell of forest closing your eyes and taking in the sound

It was a wonderful moment of quiet before the light noise of static in the forest made you snap your eyes open,.. that’s Alastor getting closer into range of where you were standing.

Being lucky and hopeful you HOPE he didn’t see you in the clearing just standing their with your eyes closed

You ran and hide behind some bushes and trees that were away from the table and chair you were standing near–and just in the nick of time

You could hear and see him from where you were hiding the full static sound of a certain radio demon as he hummed a tune with a deer slumped dead over on his shoulder, carrying it with ease as he slammed it down on the table, you examined as he sat down making a fork appear out of thin air as he leaned his staff against his chair, before disappearing into air as he began to eat the deer raw pulling at its meat–made you want to gag in disgust

‘He could’ve cooked it’ you thought watching him munch down on his hunt you can assume. Licking his lips after a couple of bites he wiped his mouth with a napkin like a true unhinged gentleman

Before he cleared his throat his eyes shutting but his smile spreading wider, causing you to get goosebumps

“I know your there” He said making you do a double take ‘he knows i am here?’ you thought blinking as you didn’t buy his bluff

“I can sense your presence,” he drawled, his voice dripping with a sinister charm.

“You can’t hide from me.” He opened his crimson eyes as they began scanning the area. You kept your movement still as he scanned over the area you were hiding. You saw how he squinted his eyes almost immediately at the bush you were in

“Come out, come out wherever you are” He sang out in a haunting tone

“You do know as a predator.”He started in a cheery tone before his voice dropped to a dual and deep one “ I can smell you out.” His voice ringing of no radio filter

Your heart began to sped up

‘fffuck’ Is what you thought before you seen Alastor disappear into thin air—it wasn’t a surprise you were accustomed to that but you couldn’t help your heart starting to speed up as he vanished into the air

“Run,” a disembodied whisper breathed against your nape

Took you no time of convincing as you ran not looking behind you as you kept your eyes forward only hearing the sound of something chasing behind,

You hit left and right, hoping to get Alastor off of you

As you take another right you ran behind a tree, hiding behind its figure as you heard and felt Alastor run pass you

You have never done something like this, it was rather fun but dangering

Peaking your head from behind the tree after what felt like entirety you didn’t see Alastor for safe measures you transformed yourself to a small forest animal, just in case Alastor wants to sneak behind you..again

Following near your foot trail from the tree branches, you jumped from branch to branch with ease as you stopped once more hearing static noise come from nowhere, you smirked in your creature form as Alastor wouldn’t suspect a thing

Watching from above, his form essentially appeared from thin air as he had a wide smirk and a look of hunger in his eyes as he looked at the spot you were suppose to be standing

“Where are you~?” He said

“…”

After a moment of looking in all the places he would expect and assume for someone to hide, he stood in the middle of the forest arms crossed as his ears flickered now and then

“Now where did they go? I was rather hungrier for something other than deer” He said you can tell by his voice he was almost dumb struck how could he still be able to smell you but your nowhere near..weird?

You slowly shifted yourself backwards away from Alastor as you didn’t want to alarm him nor give away your hiding, you were almost clear before a vibration was felt throughout the branch and in one second the branch snapped as you land ontop of Alastor head

“...”

It was quiet not either one of you dared to move before you felt your body being picked up fully by his hand and now..the jig was up

“What do we have here..” He said looking at you “A small diversion from the person thats in here?”Alastor’s gaze bore into you, dissecting your very essence.

A wicked glint in his eyes began to take place, “Well I guess since I couldn't catch my actual food, I shall eat you little one” Pausing to smug smile before continuing “Bad luck for you?~” He said as he lifted you above his mouth

You squirmed in his hands, heart racing.

‘This can’t be how (y/n)'s story ends’, you thought desperately.

Just as he was about to drop you into his abyssal maw, you shifted—your disguise falling away

You landed on top of Alastor, who staggered back, utterly unprepared.

“Don’t eat me,” you blurted out, adrenaline surging. Alastor stood, bemusement etching his features.

“Lucy?!” Alastor’s voice crackled through the air, a radio filter distorting his words. The static hummed, raising the hairs on your arms.

“Why are you in here?” His step was deliberate, menacing. You retreated, heart pounding.

“How did you make yourself appear small? Then big?” His eyes narrowed, dissecting you. Each step he took, you mirrored, until your back pressed against a tree—literally.

Your mind raced for a lie, an escape. But then it happened—the slip up, the unraveling.

You shifted into your true form, the one Alastor would recognized.

“(Y/N)?!” His voice lost the radio filter, and you met his gaze. Confusion etched his features. You bit your bottom lip, a awkward laugh escaping.

“Erm, surprise…?” You said as you watched him back up a little from you a smile now spreading wider by the minute as the static was the buzz in the air

As it was overtook by the applause he started to emitted as he turned the other way starting to laugh

“A surprise indeed dearie who would’ve know my wife could pull such a thing off” He started.. you didn’t like how this was sounding as you moved away from the tree watching him as he created slight distances between him and yourself

You watched as a nagging feeling was telling you to start running but ignoring that you spoke up “Alastor I-” He cut you off with his words

As he appeared behind you—the Radio Demon, with crimson eyes and a dangerous smile. His arm encircled your waist, pulling you closer. “You had the entire hotel convinced of this Lucy woman,” he murmured, his voice devoid of filters. “Bravo, dearie. Truly bravo.”

You didn’t like how he was taking the situation as what he said to you in a flare voice on confirmed how much you actually DID piss off Alastor with this little disguise

“You should run now.”

Those four words holding a threat of the unknown and you wanting to at least talk for yourself turned to face Alastor his crimson eyes only reflecting the pure chaos he was about to inflict on this game of catch with you, as you shook your head

“Please let me explain” You urged, desperation coloring your voice.

“5” Alastor your dear husband replied, holding out his hand. The air crackled with tension

“Al please—…”

“4..” He sung out as he closed his eyes, standing tall. One hand rested behind his back, the other poised like a pendulum. The smile of him showing his sharp teeth made you swallow harshly

“3” He warned out to you knowing your still there as he opened one eye to look at you breathing out short “Hmm..a shame your going to let me catch you so easy” He said shutting his open eye closed

“2 dearie” He warned out now holding two fingers as he began to shift in his stances his neck elongated he was slowly shifting into his demon form, and that’s when you finally decide to run

You huffed and panted as you switched your form a couple of times to give you longer distances away from Alastor as you made it deeper into the Bayou the ground under you turning slightly squishy as you kept running not interested to turn around

You ran for what felt like hours before you stopped down near a swamp bank hunched on you knees as you gain your second wind, taking a few more breathes you stood up, the air was quiet you couldn’t hear the static of Al, so you have to be far from him? or he just turned off that noise so he could stalk and pounce on you

Whatever the case maybe you took a breathe in and out as you looked ahead of the lake, nothing but more forest—

You thought different ideas like turning into a winged creature and flying back towards the rooms door to get out of here, but you didn’t know how high you could fly and since Alastor can’t fly nor has wings, you doubt that celling is high enough to get high enough where he couldn’t hit you out of air

Best option was to keep running or go into the swamp water, it would give you better opportunity, reflecting your options about it you heard the ground beneath you move with vibrations ‘fuck he already found me’ you thought coming to the defeat you were going to let yourself be caught but that was until you seen that fucken demon form mere seconds before he seen you, you bailed out dipping yourself slowly in the cold water taking a big breathe before dunking yourself under

Seconds stretched into eternity as you held your breath, your lungs screaming for release. The vibrations in the ground intensified, and you knew he was near. What was Alastor going to do when he catched you? He wouldn’t actually hurt his wife? You thought of as your heart hammered against your ribs, and you wondered if you should be actually concerned

Alastor scanned the area, seeking his dear wife. You pressed deeper into the water, your head submerged further, only the top part of your head concealed by a stray lilypad.

Minutes passed—or perhaps it was mere seconds—before you surfaced. Gasping for air, you wiped water from your eyes. Alastor wasn’t in sight.

You continued walk towards the edge of the pond before crawling out of the pond, lying down on the edge of it your knees still submerged as you sighed out in relief, shutting your eyes for what felt like a second

Before you heard, the clearing of a throat—a sound that sent shivers down your spine. Opening your eyes standing above you was the oh-so-familiar radio demon. You smiled, but before you could vanish into the water, Alastor’s grip closed around your arms. His purr was a velvet blade against your skin.

“Come now, darling,” he drawled, his tone deceiving. “We don’t want you to get wet. Let me assist you in this rather…exchange.” His strength pulled you back, and you squirmed, defiance flaring. But Alastor was stronger, and you found yourself pressed against his chest, dripping and caught.

“Let go,” you demanded, but he only laughed—a predator savoring its prey

“Now, dear, this is part of the game.” His eyes bore into yours, crimson flames dancing. “I’ve caught you, and now you’ll be the prize I win.” His tongue flicked across his lips

As Alastor carried you through the forest he hummed a simple tone, making you more on edge

You both arrived at another clearing?

“This isn’t where we started Al” You said as he set you down, gently helping you get up, as your eyes shifted from the scenery to him

Alastor’s gaze was going up and down on you, as you caught little symbols manifesting themselves around him as he was now a step or two away from you

“Come here” He said in a commanding tone, a chain manifesting around your neck as your eyes widen to metal chain outline with the color of green. Your hands immediately shot to your neck trying to grip and claw at it. You felt a tug come towards Al before you leaned your body away from it trying to keep space, digging your feet lightly in the ground

One real yank got you to move forward unprepared, the earth meant your face very quick and you instantly felt blood in your mouth

“Ah, be good for me, Y/N, and just obey,” he murmured, his grip unyielding. You crawled on your knees and hands, inching closer to him. The chain around your neck tightened, lifting you off the ground. Alastor’s crimson eyes bore into yours.

“My dear sweet little wife, Y/N,” he drawled, his voice devoid of filters. Each word carried weight, punctuated by his southern accent. “You, dearie, violated our little agreement.” His fingers traced the chain. “We had an understanding, did we not?”

Your breaths came in ragged gasps. “I didn’t mean to Al” you whispered

His chuckle echoed through the clearing as he lowered you gently to the ground, ensuring the fall didn’t harm you.

“So, my doe,” he began, his voice a velvet blade, “please give me an explanation. Why has my wife been running around disguised as a Lucy person, working—” His fingers closed around your hands, the chain that had bound you vanishing into thin air. “Her dear, softly delicate hands at a hotel that deserves none of her attention?” His words hung in the air, a question wrapped in menace. “Rather than be in a manor that belongs to her and her husband? Have I done something wrong?”

You sighed out as you nodded taking your hands out of his, to his displeasure “All this started because i heard you mumble in your sleep rather a month or so ago..princess name Charlie” You said with embarrassment flaming your checks as you looked away from Alastor not wanting to know what expression he held

The air was quiet between the both of you, not a word was spoken—You felt like you were holding your breathe with the tension in the air before you felt the touch of your husband on your hands again

“Mon cher~” He purred out making you look at him, his face of course held a wide smile but the look in his eyes held anger with something else glimmering around it “Nothing could replace you”

“No hotel” He said his hand holding out your arm as he kissed at the palm before saying, “No demon” Alastor continued raising his head kissing you at the center of your arm, looking at you in the eyes before kissing more up your arm while saying “And certainly no Lucifer daughter could take my eye off of something as ravishing as you my doe~” Al kissing up you between each pause as he at your neck slowly peaking at it having you basically in his lap with your back towards him, as you moved your head to side to let him continue as he only chuckle at the gesture

Al with his free hand grabbing at your chin to make you look at him as he stared into your (e/c) “But my dear mon cher, you agree at my words as if you understand, but it seems as though you forgotten who I belong too” He said letting go of your chin as both of his hands traveled down to your hips resting there “You forget who's name causes thrill of different emotions within me, so let me remind you~”

Alastor leaned into you, as you meant him half way kissing him

A passionate kiss with some underline aggression made the kiss much more thrilling as Alastor fought for dominance with you trying to dominate over him

With a deep chuckle he pulled away from the kiss, “You being defiant won’t end well for you dear” You looked up too him as you bite your lower lip holding on too his bow tie slowly undoing it as his hands trailed up and down your legs

“No words so be it” He shrugged before pushing you down to the ground, your back laying on the grass as he spread your legs open wide, everything on full display for him to see

He leaned his head down as his ears pushed back towards his head as his eyes half lidded looking up to a red face you “Mm~Darling your so intoxicating with that look on your face” He said before plunging his head down open his mouth before eating your pussy

Your eyes shut closed as your hands went immediately to his hair gripping and pulling at it, as you mumbled out moans holding onto Alastor head down as he kept eating you out

“Al~!” You said in low moan as you felt yourself starting to come undone down there “Alastor..I..I am going to—”

Before you could muster and get out the words to warn your husband, the sensation of Alastor mouth moved away from you leaving you in almost blank state, so close to clarity but yet so far …

You whimpered as you looked down to Alastor who’s face was smirking as he shook his head licking his lips slightly “You think after the charade you pulled your going to get to cum that quick and easily?” He said and laughed “Dearie we are just starting.”

Alastor in a instances flipped you over making you rise to all fours with help of his shadows tendrils you were now ass up face down, with your arms being held down by the shadows tendrils, you whimpered trying to move against them as you felt a burning sensation on your bottom causing you to move it from side to side

Alastor watched in trans like state as you moved your ass after he smacked it only making his boner go harder, as he rub on it through his pants

“Al, let me out of this! I don’t want to be—Ahh~!”You said feeling a familiar feeling slide in you as your eyes rolled behind you, you clawed at the grass alastor pushed all himself in you

“Mmm~There you go Mon Cher~” Alastor said rolling his hips as his head tilted backwards, both of his hands gripping on your hips keeping them in place as he began slowly pumping in and out of you

You moaned as you moved with his thrusts, arching your back as Al grunts and low moans could be heard

Alastor started to pick up in speed as you could only speak out the simple word “Al~” Which was music to the radio demons ears

“Oh (Y/n)~” He said as he kept up fast with his thrusts moving one his hand to your hair, gripping at it pulling you backwards as your head flung back

“Open your eyes.” He said making you slowly open your eyes as meant with the eyes of crimson red ones as his smile was deceiving as his eyes showed pure lust that was feeling “Fuck.” He said as gripped tighter on your hair yanking almost at the root as you moaned with each thrust

“I am going to finish in you.” He said in not a question but as a command as you tighten around him bring him closer as he shut his eyes letting go of your hair before opening his mouth and bitting at the back of your neck as you moaned closing your eyes feeling yourself reaching edge as you reached climax sametime as Alastor

Couple months later drawed by quick before you knew it you were back at the manor, watching over Al’s territory sipping tea as you smiled mindlessly, yeah there was really nothing to worry about.

FIN!!!

Extra! Extra!

(Y/n) and Al strolling through the park. hand in hand as Al hums a tune

Al: “I do say mon cher, I think I never told you why I was saying Charlie's name”

Y/n: “Yeah you haven’t, do share”

Al: “You wouldn’t believe it! Charlie in my dream was trying to paint my Radio Studio, it was all going to be rainbows with fluffy pink unicorns if I didn’t say her name”

Y/n: deadpans

Al: Only telling you the truth dearie~!sings out

Y/n: Your truth is utter dogshit sometimes

Al: gasp Darling!

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theyanderespecialist · 4 months

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Striker's Moxxie Girl (Headcanons) Yandere Striker X Female Moxxie Reader (Helluva Boss)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another chapter, this one was requested from Tumblr. It is Yandere Striker with Reader who is in the place of a female Moxxie. The Headcanons for it! I hope that you all enjoy it, also at the time of posting this! I hope you all have a great holiday!

(Disclaimer: Reader is taking the place of Moxxie and is Female so she/her pronouns. Striker is not yandere for any Moxxie in canon and is not yandere in general. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for and Shipping characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)

Thanks!]

-Yandere Headcanons With Striker X Female Moxxie Reader-

.Striker at first was taken back by the wee little lady you were.

.He wanted to say you were vermin, but man were you a cute as can be vermin.

.He fell for you right away and wanted to show off to you how strong he could be.

.Though it came off as him being an asshole.

.He hates your wife, Millie, she is NOT good enough for you, and he wants to kill her.

.When he first choked you it turn him on, you were just so damn little and he could crush you, the power he had over you made him want to fuck right then and there.

.Of course, that whore Millie had to get in the way.

.He was not going to kill you because he planned to come back for you.

.When you went up against him he was angry you were rejecting him and he swore he would have you.

.Mark his words, he would have his darling little lady.

.Later when he meets you again this time he is going to kill Mildred or try to.

.He is pissed at himself that he missed.

.He is even more pissed that he had to run away without you his darling future wife.

.But he will not stop he will make you his wife and have you. It is just a matter of time.

.Striker is the type of yandere that starts as confident, calm, cool, and collected.

.He knows that he is the best choice for you and that you and he would be an unstoppable husband and wife duo.

Of course, you are being a VERU disobedient future wife, so when he does get you.

.He is going to have to break you like a horse and build you back up into the perfect wife and partner in crime.

.Although each time he loses you he becomes more and more unhinged and unstable.

.He is only a few loses away from snapping, breaking into your home, killing your wife, and fucking you next to her corpse. (Let's hope it does not come to that...)

.He would be the yandere to snap very much so.

.He will kill anyone who gets in his way.

.When he does confess to you, it will most likely be when you are kidnapped.

.He most likely will make you go into Stockholm syndrome.

.Possibly even putting a baby in you. To keep you in line and under his thumb.

.He would love to kill with you, but the idea of you being a housewife and doing as told is a nice thought to him too.

.It could go either way with you being his partner or staying home as a housewife.

.He is the type of yandere that KNOWS he is the best and knows EVERYONE Else is not good enough for you.

.So if you were to lower your standards and let yourself be with others he would have to punish you.

.You are the ONLY One good enough for him, so that makes you his and his alone.

.He is also a very controlling and demanding yandere.

.As well as very possessive in the way he feels like he owns you, and that you have to do what he says when he says.

.He also may or may not be a bit sexist.

.The one thing for sure, you are his darling and you do not get a choice.

"Come here, Darling, y` better be a good girl, or I have to punish ya~" -Stirker

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS finally got another one done, I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins! BYE!!!]

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wabatle · 19 days

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☆~Pjsk boys getting jealous when someone flirted with you

(wa)batle nonsense:

i just combined these two to make it easier on me ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

warnings: very small mention of pepper spray, fem reader (i don't think theres anything else i am very bad at adding warnings)

☆~Akito Shinonome

Akito would get very mad

He’d become very possessive, but then apologize for it later

He would put his hand around your waist and pull you closer to him to get his point across without even speaking

Akito would then tell the person about your relationship in a oddly threatening way

“I know what you’re trying to do. Back off. This is my girlfriend.”

If the person does not stop, you’ll just leave

He’ll tug your hand to walk away

If the person follows, remember how he punched Toya that one time?

Yeah, that’s what’s gonna happen.

violence is never the answer unless you’re akito

☆~Rui Kamishiro

Does not waste any time whatsoever

He puts his arm around you and pulls your head onto his chest

Rui would then smile in his Rui way and tell the person about your relationship

“Excuse me, this is my girlfriend you’re trying to seduce, and I’d prefer it if you left her alone.”

If the person doesn’t stop, he’s grabbing your hand and you’re running away

bye rude person

☆~Tsukasa Tenma

He gets mad in his Tsukasa way

Would 100% call you his co-star or the star of his life just to make the person know how much he loves you

“Hey! This is my co-star and she’s very tired from performing, so go away and let my star relax!!”

He’s still saying that even if you don’t perform with him

If the person doesn’t stop, he’s gonna yell

“WE’RE GONNA BE LATE, BETTER RUN!”

and off you go

on a separate note tsukasa is someone i cannot describe with words his reactions are so silly i love him sm

☆~Toya Aoyagi

The most respectful one out of everyone there

He’s staying polite no matter what happens

“Please leave my girlfriend alone. Excuse us.”

If the person doesn’t stop he’s probably about to threaten to call the cops or once again be polite and ask them to leave

why is he so polite omg

BONUS☆!

☆~KAITO

you can pick what kaito it is but it’s probably not niigo

edit: idek what im writing anymore is it even from pjsk or is it just kaito; the one that exists somewhere out there

Just laughs and wraps his arm around you

He’ll be polite but threatening too, a bit like Rui

But then he’ll actually threaten them if it gets that bad

“Excuse me, but in what place do you have a right to flirt with my girlfriend? Back off or else, haha!☆”

If they don’t stop he’s about to pull out a fake can of pepper spray to scare them off LMAO

help what kaito is this supposed to be is this even kaito help (ohedo julia night???)

#pjsk #pjsk x reader #akito shinonome x reader #akito shinonome #rui kamishiro x reader #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #tsukasa tenma x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #toya aoyagi #kaito vocaloid #kaito shion #wabatle writes

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꧁⪡ Alea Iacta Est ⪢꧂

Aaahh so here is part 2 of Housecat!! This continuation is written from Pantalone’s POV and features much darker content. Read the first fic before you proceed :>

Once again, thank you to @bye-bye-sunbird and @ddarker-dreams for the inspiration!! Same goes to @diodellet for your entertaining peer review and @yandere-romanticaa for your interest in reading this (*´∇｀*)

Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, coercion, electrocution, offscreen death, psychological damage, Dottore is here, mention of drugging, mention of nsfw, dubcon, spice, MINORS DNI

Note:: Female cat-hybrid reader, pre-release Pantalone based on current lore crumbs

♡ 5.5k words under the cut ♡

i. the red string of fate

Love is nothing more than a contract.

The Regrator, of all people, is well aware of this fact. Love is an agreement easily forged and broken, an attraction founded on set conditions and self-serving fantasies. In a world of inequity, it is impossible for any relationship to be purely selfless nor unconditional.

The illusion of love persists, however, supported by centuries of myths. Soulmates. Star-crossed lovers. The red string of fate spun by the will of the gods.

How romantic.

Many would claim that Pantalone’s feelings are anything but love. They would dub him greedy, ambitious, obsessed, possessive, and so many other negative traits which ironically constitute the true essence of love. What he finds most insufferable are the claims that his efforts are futile against destiny.

If the gods deem him unworthy of love, he will pursue it on his own volition.

If the red string of fate ties his beloved to another, he will sever the threads and bind her to him with his own chains.

If his precious jewel rejects her owner, he will ruin her until she finally accepts her place in the world.

⬩◈⬩

Since her horrific revelation, his darling has become an amusing juxtaposition of obedience and defiance.

“What do you think of the present, my darling? Isn’t it a perfect fit?”

Pantalone clasps the jewelry around her neck. ______ blankly stares at her reflection.

The necklace is a simple accompaniment to her collar. The silver bell pendant makes soft tinkling noises with every little movement.

Its luster cannot compare to his darling’s tears.

“It’s…minimalist,” she answers. Her ears fold back. “But the bell is in poor taste. Do you expect me to wear this at all times?”

Pantalone smiles at her in the mirror.

“You wound me. And you are normally so enamored with my choices,” he replies. His hands rest on her shoulders. “The collar is already a perfect statement piece on its own.”

Zero wounds from the Electro Crystals. Sandrone’s craftsmanship is commendable.

Her tail relaxes. The violet bow is slightly askew; she must have been extra agitated today. Pantalone unravels it and reties the ribbon.

His hand brushes against her Vision. ______ immediately covers it with her own.

“You should get back to work,” she tells him. “I saw the reports on your desk earlier. What would the Tsaritsa say if she knew you were wasting your time on me?”

How foolish of her to bring up Her Majesty’s name.

“Matters of the heart do not concern Her Majesty so long as my work is unaffected. I can assure you that I am perfectly capable of separating my private and professional lives.”

His hand wraps around her tail. His grip is light but he can already feel the soft fur standing on edge.

“You know, it has been a while since I last saw you use your Vision,” he muses. “I’ve been waiting for a chance to watch your enchanting display again.”

“...All right.” His darling stares at her collar this time. “If that is what you want.”

Her hands are shaking. The sparks and red threads are thinner than usual.

Her fire is such a pretty spectacle. But it can only be viewed from a distance, a beacon of hope untouchable to its audience.

“There is no need to hold back, my love.” Pantalone waits for the fire to extinguish before he wipes her tears with his handkerchief. His other hand taps her collar. “You will only get shocked if you abuse your Vision. You won’t do that again, will you?”

She does not look at him. Recalling her previous attempts, most likely.

“I won’t. The last thing I need is to wake up to another one of your lectures.”

There is a bitter edge to her voice. Her tail slips out of his grasp and knocks over the empty necklace box.

He pats her head, smiling. “What a well-behaved pet. If I finish work early, I can take you to the shopping district tomorrow. We haven’t gone out in weeks.”

“I see. Do keep track of my purchases. I might just exceed my allowance.”

With that, ______ takes off the necklace and leaves the vanity table. She makes a point to push her unused shackles onto Pantalone’s side of the bed.

Despite her denial, she truly does act like a housecat at times.

As petty as she has become, his darling is making the most out of her cage. A pampered pet can never hope to gain the self-sufficiency of a stray. Any escape attempts would only bring her back to her owner.

Pantalone returns the necklace to its box, humming an old tune from Liyue. ______ covers her ears with the pillow.

Her neediness is sorely missed, however. He could easily demand her affection through more threats and gifts, but that would not be enough to satisfy his greed.

He would rather have her seek him out willingly.

ii. fool’s gold

A formal invitation announces a grand ball held in the capital of Snezhnaya. Another opportunity for the Regrator to make new business connections and to show off his darling wife.

“There should be a limit to the number of times I wear your colors,” she tells him. “By now, they likely view me as your little dress-up doll.”

“You are overthinking this.” Pantalone fastens the final accessory and fluffs up her tail. “We would not be the first couple to wear coordinated outfits. And think of it this way: An object takes after its master.”

He stands beside her in front of the mirror. They are only wearing matching jewelry this time. The violet jewels twinkle like artificial stars against their dark clothing.

______ frowns. “This necklace is too ostentatious, wouldn’t you say?”

Ungrateful pet.

“My priceless treasure,” he replies, the smile leaving his face, “you would do well to appreciate one’s generosity.”

A necklace of this price could feed so many empty stomachs in Liyue.

He grips the chain, allowing the jewels to press against her throat, and glares at her in the mirror.

“I’m sorry!” she says quickly. Her hands move to her neck in a futile attempt to relieve the pressure. “It must have been expensive. The…the design simply isn’t my type.”

“It is either this necklace or your collar, ______. Or are you secretly impartial to showing off my marks to the world?”

His other hand touches the love bites dotting her neck and chest. He had chosen an off-shoulder gown and an elaborate festoon necklace for that reason.

She averts her gaze. “...No, I’ll go with the first option.”

He lets go of the chain and readjusts the necklace.

His darling grips her tail with both hands. Her nails are newly trimmed and manicured after their last night of intimacy. Pantalone’s back is still healing from her scratch marks.

Even when he was kind enough to pleasure her, his darling took the opportunity to spite him. He had to use the shackles for their remaining rounds and her declawing session.

He adjusts her Vision this time. “I trust that you won’t cause a scene.”

“Of course.” She turns around and gives him a false smile. “This was part of our marriage contract, after all. I will assume the role of a loving wife for my sake.”

That is all. No clauses requiring loyalty or affection.

Pantalone’s smile is equally deceptive. “Stand by your promise. I will keep a close eye on you.”

⬩◈⬩

The ball is a waste of time��just the usual congregation of humorless businessmen, proud aristocrats, and annoying social climbers. The gilded superficiality of high society is no longer an otherworldly realm to the Regrator, but he is still grateful to have a companion.

It is more enjoyable when his darling is clinging to him like a frightful pet.

“My dear, you don’t need to stick to my side all night.” He shakes her tail off his wrist, smiling. “Are you that afraid of losing me in the crowd?”

“I’m not,” she whispers. Her hand grips his arm. “I don’t know anyone. They will just rope me into some meaningless conversation and gossip about ‘the Regrator’s trophy wife’ later on.”

They are nothing more than a crowd of foolish sycophants. But his darling is no different from them. If not for his riches, Pantalone is certain that she never would have spared him a glance.

Another admirer greets them and initiates a long speech about their loyalty to the Tsaritsa—a desperate farce before a Harbinger of all people. ______ smiles and nods along.

Well, the same may be said for his own attraction. He could have been apathetic to his darling’s existence had he not glimpsed her at the Shang family’s gala. She had looked so reserved, so pristine, until he came close enough to notice her cracks. Until he decided that he would be the one to break her.

The orchestra begins playing a lively symphony. The guests disperse to the dance floor and the edges of the ballroom.

“Would you care to dance?”

His darling’s thinly-veiled desperation is truly entertaining, especially as her gaze darts to the still-blabbering admirer.

He takes her hand, smiling. “Of course, my love.”

iii. odi et amo

Another letter is intercepted from Liyue.

Pantalone dismisses the messenger and opens the envelope. The letter is from his sister-in-law this time. Less valuable information, then.

It is just the usual family update, sans the necessary details which his darling would like to know. It ends with a sermon about marital conduct and the importance of “not being a nuisance to the Regrator.”

He smiles at the last line. The Lai family must have been quite shaken after the visit of the last Pyro Agent. Their previous letters are written in a similar fashion, all formal lectures with no ounce of concern for their little ______.

Had they met years ago, he would have envied his darling to the point of hatred. But now he can only feel pity for her.

Unfair as the world may be, there will always be certain pros and cons to one’s social status. Competence or inadequacy. Independence or loneliness. Ambition or sorrow.

Another agent knocks on the door.

“You may enter.”

They open the door and kneel. “My lord, your wife is returning to your office. As per your orders, she and her guard were only permitted to roam the eastern wing of Zapolyarny Palace.”

“You are dismissed.”

His darling’s letters are beginning to take up space in his desk. Pantalone adds the missive and locks the drawer.

The Fen wife recently wrote about a charm bracelet which his darling might like. He should add that item to his shopping list.

⬩◈⬩

Another obstacle to the Fatui brings extra work hours.

“Are you almost done? It’s late.”

Pantalone opens a new document. “I still have mountains of paperwork to go through. If you are tired, you may go to bed without me.”

The Northland Bank will be flooded with blood as soon as he catches those traitors.

His darling remains on his lap.

“It’s fine. I’m not sleepy yet,” she replies. She points at the stack of unchecked reports. “What are these about, anyway?”

“A few traitors. Some unforeseen interferences. A pesky little Traveler who has proven themselves to be quite the infernal threat.” He takes off his glasses and polishes the lenses.

He is due for another all-nighter.

______ turns her head. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

He gives her a wry look. “You seem awfully concerned about my wellbeing. If you plan to take advantage of my current state, you are better off using subtler tactics.”

Her ears twitch. “You are still my husband. If anything happens to you, my welfare is at stake. I can’t assist you with work but I can at least provide some stress relief.”

Stress relief, huh?

His darling faces forward again. Her ears are pushed back, a clear indication of anger. It is an ineffective warning—they are nothing more than the soft, fluffy traits of a domestic cat.

Pantalone puts his glasses back on and pets her ears.

Her gasp is preceded by soft purrs. “What are you—? Stop! My ears are—”

He laughs, pressing a kiss against the back of her ear. “I know. So sensitive.”

His hand moves to the front of her dress and pulls down the neckline. Her love bites have already faded to near-invisible spots. It is about time for him to renew his marks.

“Pantalone.” She stands up and turns around, tail puffing up. “You still have work.”

“It won’t take long. Besides, was it not you who offered to alleviate my stress?”

He pulls her towards him, forcing her to straddle his lap, and touches the base of her tail.

“But still!” She bites back another purr. “Could we at least do this in the bedroom? The servants are still in the corridor. They might hear us—this is hardly appropriate!”

Until now, she still finds it necessary to retain her modesty. Her debauched noises during the act say otherwise.

It only takes a kiss to shut her up. He cups her face, smiling at every hitched breath and plea for air.

He will never grow tired of tainting her.

“My love,” he murmurs. He breaks off the kiss and presses their foreheads together. “Just think of it as fulfilling the contract you agreed to.”

⬩◈⬩

“Pantalone?”

“Yes?”

“Do you…plan to have children in the future?”

The pen hits the desk. It rolls across the wood, stopping just short of falling off the edge.

This is unexpected.

Pantalone clears his throat. “Can you repeat that?”

For someone who had made such a serious inquiry, his darling refuses to even look at him. She shifts in his lap, staring at his unfinished report.

And to think that he would not be the first to initiate this conversation.

“If this is about the contraceptives, I already told you that we are using a high-quality medication with no side effects. It is my turn to take them, anyway.”

Her tail thumps against his chest. “It’s not about the birth control.”

“Then what is this about? If you remain ambiguous, I may assume that you are asking for children.”

That would be a delightful surprise. Families do make for efficient binding agreements.

“I don’t know if I want that,” she mumbles. Her hands grip the desk. “It’s just…if you have any plans for the future, I want to be prepared for it. I spend enough time idling about and causing trouble for you.”

Not a direct refusal. What an interesting answer.

Thinking about it now, she had broached this topic in the early days of their marriage. Something about her lack of responsibilities and the Fen wife’s maternal duties.

Pantalone picks up his pen and continues writing. “As of now, starting a family is of low priority to me. We may continue this conversation once the Tsaritsa’s perfect world has been achieved.”

And when that happens, he will have all the time in the world to enjoy the fruits of his labor.

Ironically, that statement only makes his darling more agitated.

“I see. I’ll enjoy my last pieces of freedom,” she mutters.

He puts down his pen. “My darling, are you merely bored with your current routine? Or are you looking for an excuse to devote your time to someone other than me?”

At the last statement, she turns to face him.

“Not at all!” she exclaims. Her eyes are wide with panic. “I like your company; I really do! Anyway, I couldn’t possibly treat a child with your degree of care and attention.”

It is good that she knows that.

“That is good to hear.” Pantalone smiles and wraps his arms around her, pressing her back against his chest. “I won’t demand a child or anything else from you. End of discussion.”

“I see…thank you for telling me.”

His darling stares ahead, but the relaxed positions of her ears and tail are a substantial response. He rests his chin on her shoulder.

“Besides,” he adds, “I would rather have you all to myself for the time being.”

iv. faustian bargain

The next few months are relatively peaceful. A pattern of gifts, dances, galas, red threads, intimate nights, banter, and mind games. Pantalone is pleased to note that his darling is gradually becoming more resigned to her cage. She has almost reverted back to her needy, pliable self.

Unfortunately, the gods always choose the best of times to tip the scales.

“I’m home.”

Pantalone has barely closed the door before his darling stomps over to him.

“My necklace is missing,” she informs him.

He pauses, coat in hand. “Which one?”

She leads him to her dressing room without so much of a word.

The farthest corner of the room is reserved for her old accessories. It is a haphazard mess of half-opened drawers and scattered jewelry boxes.

______ opens the topmost drawer and points at the necklace section. There are large, even spaces in between the necklaces.

“Someone rearranged it. My brother’s wedding gift used to be on the far left,” she explains. “It was a gold necklace with a pendant shaped like a Nilotpala lotus.”

Pantalone glances at the boxes on the floor. “Are you sure that you didn’t misplace it?”

“How could I? You don’t let me wear it to begin with,” she snaps, gesturing to her collar. “This isn’t the only one. I can’t find the box holding my Sango pearl necklace.”

A thief in his own estate. What a wonderful surprise.

In their entire marriage, this is his first time seeing his darling in such an incensed state. Aside from her swishing tail and folded back ears, her eyes are filled with enough burning fury to rival his own glare.

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

He raises an eyebrow at her. “My darling, for what reason would I engage in petty theft behind your back? I could easily confiscate your possessions.”

“I don’t know. But I am not trusting the same person who chose what I could bring to Snezhnaya.” She glares at him, eyes filling with tears. “I am fine with wearing your gifts, but is it too much to even look at my old belongings?”

“Wild accusations will do more harm than good,” he shoots back. “Did it not occur to you that someone else could have done it?”

His darling only laughs. “The servants, maybe, but they wouldn’t dare to steal from you. Unless you paid them to do it on your behalf.”

She opens the closet and takes out her coat.

“______.” It takes effort to maintain his composure. “Where are you going?”

“To the gardens. Forgive me for not being able to stand your presence.”

She leaves the dressing room. Pantalone follows her.

He reaches for her hand. “Darling, I—”

“Just go away!”

A burst of flames appears out of thin air, almost grazing him. Pantalone stumbles back, glasses clattering to the floor.

The sound of glass breaking is followed by the shock of Concentrated Overload.

His darling screams and collapses to the floor.

Pantalone takes a step closer. “You shouldn’t—”

“Don’t get any closer!” she shouts. She claws at her collar, tears rolling down her cheeks. “You ruined my life. I wish I never met you!”

Her honesty could not be any more brutal.

Pantalone draws back as though he has been slapped. His darling’s glare remains fiery.

At this point, diplomatic attempts at reconciliation are futile.

He picks up his glasses. The frames are warm from where the fire touched them. The chain is broken and one of the lenses is cracked.

“I do not blame you for your lack of trust in me,” he says coldly. He walks past her and opens the door. “I will give you some space if that is what you truly want.”

More sobs. Pantalone leaves the room and almost crashes into one of the servants.

“Lord Harbinger!” she squeaks. She bows immediately. “I apologize for not seeing you!”

“It is all right,” he replies, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. He glances at her uniform. “You are one of my wife’s handmaidens. You go by the alias Myshkin, correct?”

“Y…Yes, my lord!”

A glint of silver flashes in her hand.

He frowns at her. “What are you holding? Have you found my wife’s missing jewelry?”

She jumps and averts her gaze. “What? I…yes, I did!”

Her hands are trembling. She opens her palm to reveal a familiar Vajrada Amethyst ring.

That little rat.

Myshkin is speaking a mile a minute. “I found it in the living room and was just about to return it. As soon as I saw it, I knew it must have been the ring Lady ______ was looking for!”

His darling has not worn it once in Snezhnaya. Neither did she mention the disappearance of that ring.

Pantalone takes it, a grateful smile on his face. “Thank you, Myshkin. I will remember this.”

She turns to the door. “Is Lady ______ all right?”

“Just a little shocked. Go tend to her.”

“Yes, my lord!”

Had she entered the room a second later, Myshkin would have witnessed the Regrator’s death glare directed at her.

⬩◈⬩

The Doctor’s office is a place of nightmares. Beyond the laboratory, his section of Zapolyarny Palace is filled with preserved specimens, glowing test tubes, anatomical sketches, and a pervasive aura of malevolence. Even the meeting room is far from welcoming.

“Ninth, I assume you summoned me for another private commission. How is your wife? I believe your wedding anniversary has recently passed.”

“Spare me the formalities, Dottore.” Pantalone takes a seat on the sofa. “I received your request for additional funds. The numbers are out of proportion, but I can overlook that if you throw in a personal favor for me. I believe you will find this commission more suited to your preferences.”

Dottore puts down his test tube and sits across from him. “What do you mean?”

Pantalone gestures to the package on the table.

“I would like you to soak these garments in a flammable substance, one so potent that it would guarantee inescapable death for the wearer once they come into contact with fire. The chemical should have an inconspicuous scent and remain effective after numerous washes.”

“What an interesting request. And who is this unlucky victim?” Dottore opens the box and takes out a set of maid uniforms.

That Myshkin had been stupid enough to steal memorable jewelry. Everyone knows that the wealthy are less likely to notice the disappearance of smaller pieces, moreso if those items are sold to a reasonably far-off pawnshop.

“You are quite literally playing with fire, and it seems that your employee is not the only target. Tell me, is it not easier to deal with them and your darling separately?”

Pantalone straightens his glasses. The new chain twinkles under the dim light.

“Think of it as killing two birds with one stone. It would be uncharacteristic of me to ignore an opportunity when it is presented to me.”

Dottore snickers. “Your poor little housecat. And to think you started out with something as innocent as catnip-laced perfume.”

“That is none of your business. Do we have a deal?”

“Deal.” Dottore sits back, a maniacal grin on his face. “Though I must demand payment. A chemical of this potency will be costly to produce, especially if I am to ensure maximum quality by using test subjects.”

Pantalone clasps his hands together, smiling. “Name your price.”

v. alea iacta est

Pantalone upholds his promise and grants his darling her desired solitude. He moves her to a different bedroom and works longer hours in Zapolyarny Palace. On the rare occasion that they cross paths in the estate, he scarcely acknowledges her.

Myshkin and her fellow handmaiden provide daily reports of ______’s activities and behavior. The former wears her new set of uniforms.

His darling holds on to her pride. She makes no requests for gifts or company. She continues her flimsy pastimes, sans the use of her Vision. She bristles at his silent treatment but makes no effort to approach him.

This is what her life could’ve been like had she married Chairman Jin. If she knows what is good for her, she will not compare that nullified fate to her reality.

The days are longer for Pantalone. The situation reminds him of their former days, that year spent patiently waiting and working behind the scenes and settling for the lightest of touches. But the reward had been worth it.

This time, he must only wait for his darling to come to him.

⬩◈⬩

“Lord Harbinger!”

The door slams open. The agent does not bother to kneel.

Pantalone barely looks up from his contract. “We are in the middle of a meeting. What matter is so important that you must disturb me and my client?”

“It concerns your wife, my lord! An accident has occurred in your household.”

About time.

He faces his client. “My apologies, but I must ask that we resume our negotiations some other time. I am afraid that my wife’s situation seems to be of dire urgency.”

“Naturally! It isn’t a problem.” The diplomat bows and puts away their reports. “Thank you for your time, Lord Harbinger.”

Pantalone leaves the conference room and faces the agent. “Tell me what happened.”

“Your wife attacked a servant with her Pyro Vision. We have already extinguished the fire and summoned a doctor, but her handmaiden is in unstable condition.”

All according to plan. “Are there any additional details which I need to know?”

They pause. “I was not present during the event, but I was told that the incident took place in your wife’s dressing room. She is currently afflicted with her collar’s Concentrated Overload as well as psychological shock.”

He resists the urge to smile. “Anything else?”

“Your wife asked for you, my lord. She specifically requested your presence as the guards were restraining her.”

How endearing.

“Cancel my remaining appointments for the day. That will be all.”

⬩◈⬩

The collateral damage only costs a few hundred thousand Mora. A singed carpet. Scorched closets. The doctor’s fee. The silence of the servants.

Pantalone barely regards the charred corpse in the servant’s quarters. According to the doctor, Myshkin had succumbed to her wounds shortly before his arrival.

In the end, she paid back her debt in blood.

Not a sound can be heard from his darling’s room.

He unlocks the door. Warm light spills into the dark room, highlighting the figure chained to the bed.

His precious jewel has never looked more pitiful. Her ears lay flat against her head and her tail is tucked between her legs. There are tearstains on her face.

Her Vision is on the floor. He wonders if it was her or the servants who had thrown it.

“You’re back.” She looks up, a fresh wave of tears trickling down her cheeks. “It was an…I didn’t mean to! I just…”

“Shh, I know.” He presses his handkerchief against her cheek. “They told me what happened. We couldn’t have predicted that your Vision would cause such a disaster.”

Her voice comes out in choked sobs. “It is my fault. I caught her…I was angry but she didn’t deserve—I can still hear her screams. What will I do?”

No friction burns or signs that she struggled against the shackles. Pantalone frees her wrists and hugs her.

“It is all right,” he whispers. “I will take care of everything.”

Another sniffle. She buries her face into his coat, soaking the fabric with her tears.

“I am more concerned about you,” he continues. He breaks off the hug and looks her in the eye. “My love, how are you feeling? It must have been such a difficult experience for you. If you need anything, just tell me.”

For a moment, his darling only stares at him with glassy eyes. Then she shakes her head and holds his hand, gripping it so tightly that her nails dig into his gloves.

“Stay,” she pleads. Her tail wraps around his wrist. “Please, I…just don’t leave me.”

Pantalone kisses her hand, a kind smile gracing his face. “I promise.”

vi. diabolic waltz

Myshkin’s death is covered up as a furnace accident. The false notice is sent to her relatives, along with a large sum of Mora for financial aid.

It is the least the Regrator could do for a desolate family.

His darling moves back to their bedroom. She spends the majority of the first night crying in his arms and seeking out his comfort. The next morning, she meekly accepts the Nilotpala lotus pendant and Sango pearls he had bought back from the pawnshop. The subsequent days are filled with silent apologies and thank you’s.

A week after the incident, she leaves their room to visit his private office.

“Are you still working?”

Pantalone looks up from his report. “This can wait. Do you need anything, my darling?”

“Not at the moment.” She stands in front of his desk, tail tucked between her legs. She is wearing only her nightdress and collar today. “Take this.”

She places her Vision on his desk.

He reacts with a carefully crafted frown. “______, why are you giving this to me? I believe you know the risks of losing a Vision.”

“I am better off without it,” she mutters. She pushes it into his hands. “It has always been wasted on me. You deserve to have it.”

In the end, fire is just another illusion. Despite the light it offers, it can only consume.

Pantalone lifts it up to the window. The Pyro Vision is brighter than any false star in the sky. He can feel its powerful warmth through his gloves.

The gifts of the gods, now in his grasp. But there is a far greater treasure standing before him.

He sets it aside. “I will take good care of it, then.”

“Is there anything else I can do?” His darling moves closer to him, tail raised. “You’ve done so much for me. I will do whatever it takes to repay the favor.”

Pantalone smiles at her and leaves his desk. “You only need to stay by my side. Though, I would not be opposed to other modes of payment.”

She nods and walks into his embrace.

⬩◈⬩

“I have a new gift for you.”

“Another one?”

His darling frowns at the package. “You know how I feel about your gifts. Just being with you is already enough.”

“Think of it as a gift for myself, then.” Pantalone pats her head, ruffling her ears. “I do enjoy spoiling my beloved pet.”

She purrs and hugs him again. “Fine, all right. That just means more cuddles for you.”

His precious jewel has shattered. She is much more affectionate nowadays.

The servants finish unpacking the phonograph. They pull back the curtains and leave the room.

______ regards it with curious eyes. “A Witch’s Chorus. What sort of music does it play?”

“Why don’t we find out?”

Pantalone places the record on the turntable and flips the power switch. The instrument begins to play a slow, festive orchestral arrangement.

Her ears prick forward. “This…it sounds familiar. Where did I last hear it?”

“Quite nostalgic, isn’t it? It is the musical score from our first dance.”

“That explains it.” She turns to face him, eyes shining brightly. “It was a waltz. How could I forget?”

The fire in her eyes has been completely extinguished. Though her gaze never fails to light up at any mention of their lost memories together.

Pantalone holds out his hand. “May I have this dance?”

Her hand feels soft in his grip. “It would be my pleasure.”

No red threads this time. His darling follows his lead, a peaceful smile on her face. During the final spin, she is quick to return to his grasp.

“Pantalone?”

“Yes, my darling?”

She meets his gaze.

“I love you.”

Pantalone almost stumbles. He stops in the middle of the dance floor.

It is difficult to hide his surprise. “Please repeat that.”

“I love you.” She says it clearly, still holding his gaze. Her expression becomes anxious. “Is there…something wrong with how I said it?”

He never imagined that those words could be said to him with such utmost sincerity.

Pantalone only laughs and resumes the waltz. At this point, they are dancing off-beat to the music but there is no crowd to judge them. Only the stars visible through the windows, twinkling across the sky like unfathomable jewels.

“No, it was perfect. You just caught me off-guard,” he admits. He smiles, pulling her closer. “I love you too.”

♡

Read the Author’s Note here!!

It is done……I am finally free from this fic. I never want to see Pantalone’s pretty face ever again. This greedy man rlly made me write a two-part fic that was longer than Herbarium and Fairytale combined (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ㅂ˂̣̣̥)੭ु

I hope you all enjoyed the Regrator’s twisted love story. I hope you all liked my yandere characterization of him. I hope you all suffer from brainrot while I get some rest and question my life choices. Thank you for reading and have a lovely day, everyone <3

#pantalone #yandere pantalone #yandere pantalone x reader #pantalone x reader #yandere fatui harbingers #fatui x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin #il dottore #dottore #tw: yandere #tw: dark #tw: manipulation #tw: death #tw: dubcon #spicy warning #mdni #fem reader #jessamine-writing

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❝𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘❞ DAY 13: NO REFUSAL

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: angst

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: DAY 13: NO REFUSAL

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: leona x yan!childhood friend!m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: kidnapping, dr*g

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞:

being a childhood friend can be rough. there's this trope where childhood friends lose the love of their life, who's in love with someone other than them and worse they get rejected by their love interest. that's exactly what happened to you.

you're leona’s childhood friend. you've been developing feelings for him and slowly becoming possessive of him as time on. there are massive red flags that leona noticed about you and it's concerning.

he always felt your eyes staring at the back of his head, making him unable to concentrate or take a nap. he could've sworn that he felt eyes watching him sleep at night.

some of his clothes were missing, too. leona spotted you sniffing his gym uniform and stuffed them in your bag. it's unsettling…

leona never thought of this before, but…he felt unsafe around you. why are you acting like this? why are you so desperate for his attention? it's quite oblivious that he knew why and he knew that you have feelings for him since childhood, but unfortunately he doesn't feel the same way as you.

you did confess on that day, only to be rejected, but strangely you accepted the rejection. leona was a little relieved that you accepted it or so he thought…

a few days later, leona noticed that you had returned to your old self years after your strange behavior, but strangely been quiet lately. you two were alone, you decide to give leona some tea since ruggie wasn't around.

“...Are you sure you're over it…? You have been quiet lately.” leona raised his eyebrows as he reached for his tea. you sighed, “Yeah. You were kinda harsh with your words…It did kinda hurt, but I'll manage…”

“I'm just being honest.” leona shrugged before taking some sip of the tea. “Listen, I like you…however…I only see you as my brother, that's all…”

“...” you secretly didn't take this well, but you managed to hide it. you're just waiting for something to happen which will happen in a moment. you forced a smile, “It really hurts, but I know I need to accept it.”

after gobbling up the whole tea, the lion beastman felt…woozy, but he kept himself up, “...It…good to hear…that you…you…”

you smiled as the male collapsed face-first on the table. you then sigh with annoyance and stand up from your seat, “Brother…? Tch! I want us to be more than just brothers and friends…Sweet dreams.”

leona wakes up to find himself in an unknown location. he tries to stand up, only to find his wrists chained up. he cursed, “What the…?”

“You're awake…” the lion beastman looked over across the room and spotted you sitting at the staircase. leona gritted his teeth, “W…what's the meaning of this, [Y]? Why am i—”

“Sorry for the liquid I've added in your tea. I just know I had to.” you mumbled before standing up from the stairs and walked over to leona.

leona roared, “Do what?! You spiked my tea, kidnapped me, and locked me up in the basement?! Just what are you on right now?!”

“Leo…” you kneeled down at leona’s level to be able to talk face-to-face with him, “Do you have any idea how pissed I was when you say that you like me as a brother? You think I want to be your brother? NO. I want us to be more than that…”

you then forcefully grabbed leona's face, forcing him to look you in the eyes, “I was unable to handle the rejection, so I decided to keep you here all for myself, so that no one can.”

“Tch! You won't keep me here for long…” leona glared. you narrowed your eyes, “You won't be able to use your magic if the chains were made to cancel magic.”

leona’s eyes widened as he tried to use his magic, but unfortunately it wouldn't work. you chuckled darkly as you stood up and headed to the door. leona shouted out to you just as you reached the door, “Hey! You can't keep me here forever, [Y]!! Don't just leave me like this! Oi! I know you can hear me!!!”

“Bye-bye…” you smirked as you slowly closed the door.

“[Y]!!!!!”

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

❝𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘❞

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#male reader #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #yanderuary #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere male reader #yandere reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona

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fluentmoviequoter · 9 months

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It Ends Here

Summary: After years of not seeing your childhood best friend, you are reunited and agree to join him in an unimaginable battle. 0.9k+ words (less than 1k? that's a first)

Warnings: reader is Dalton's childhood best friend, fluff, a teensy bit of angst, several time skips, a very open ending

A/N: Depending on your feedback, this may become a series! I edited and proofread but please let me know if I missed anything and what you think! I am currently working on your amazing Dalton requests and they should be posted soon! Enjoy and thank you for reading! :)

While trying to maneuver through the crowds of parents and new students to return to your dorm with the last of your belongings, someone bumps into you.

“I’m sorry,” he says as he turns to continue walking.

“Mr. Lambert?” you call, unsure if you saw him correctly.

He spins around, saying your name as he sees you. “I’m sorry. I’m in a hurry, but I’m sure we’ll see each other around. Bye, kid. Good luck!”

Mr. Lambert hurries away, and you swear you saw tears in his eyes. If he was here, that means Dalton is going to school here. That means you might have a chance to see the one who got away again.

The first week of classes take your mind off Dalton, but as the week ends and you settle into your new routine of college life, he invades your thoughts again. You think about the last time you saw Dalton instead of focusing on where you are going, causing you to run directly into someone. You begin to apologize, looking up to see who you hit.

“Dalton?”

Dalton’s eyes light up in recognition, and a smile grows on his face before he picks you up and spins you around, tightening his arms around you as your arms wrap around his shoulders.

“It’s been so long,” he says as he sets you down.

“Too long,” you agree.

“I’m meeting someone in a few minutes, but we have to meet up. Give me your number?”

You happily oblige, handing him your phone and watching as he enters his number, then sends himself a text so he has yours. His fingers brush yours as he returns your phone, and you feel like you’ve traveled back in time.

He repeats your name before shaking his head and saying, “Man, I missed you.”

“I missed you too. See you soon, Dalton.”

Once you do see him again, you become inseparable. Sitting in his dorm one night, he explains everything that happened since the last time he saw you.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you interrupt, “so you weren’t in a coma? You were in the, uh, Further? Being possessed by some kind of demons?”

“I know, it sounds crazy. As far as I can tell, when I go to sleep I astral project and end up back in the Further,” Dalton adds.

“Yeah, it sounds crazy, but it makes sense; with everything that happened then.”

“You remember it?”

“Of course. My best friend was in a coma then his parents moved him away from me, how could I not remember that?”

Dalton nods, twisting in his chair to give you a hug as he says, “I’m really sorry we lost touch."

“It’s not your fault, D. We were young, we couldn’t do anything about it. I’m just glad we found each other again,” you respond, returning his hug.

The lights have gone out five times since you moved into your dorm. So far, you have not been with Dalton when it happened; he ensures your safety. As his battle with the creatures of the Further progresses and Chris is attacked, he begins to pull back and distance himself from you. Your daily meetups are reduced to once a week. He seems more content to text than FaceTime. Parallel to your life eight years ago, you are losing your best friend and don’t know what to do about it.

“Dalton, I’m not scared of you or this! Please let me in!” you beg through his closed door. “I trust you and I just want to help you.”

The door finally opens, and Dalton lets you inside, running his hand through his hair as he paces.

“It’s not that I don’t want you here, not at all. If anything happens to you, I couldn’t live with myself. This hurts me too, but I can’t let you into this world.”

“Into your world, you mean.”

“No. No, that’s not what I mean. I want you in my life more than anything, but not right now. Let me fix this, then I will come find you.” Dalton begins gathering his things.

“So that’s it? I’m supposed to just let you walk out? Not knowing if I’ll ever see you again?”

“I promise that I will fight to come back to you,” he says, grabbing your hand. “But that’s all I can do right now. This isn’t goodbye.” He leans in and kisses your forehead as he releases your hand and turns to walk out.

You feel tears building in your eyes as you realize begging Dalton to stay isn’t working – not without an explanation.

“I can’t do this again,” you admit quietly, closing your eyes. You can’t watch if Dalton keeps walking.

“What do you mean?” Dalton asks.

You open your eyes and see he stopped, but his back is still to you.

“When your parents moved while you were in the coma, or whatever that was, it broke my heart. I don’t think I can survive losing you again.”

You let your tears flow freely, crying harder as Dalton walks to you and wraps his arms around you. Your arms raise to circle his waist, and you cling to him, continuing your whispered begs for him to stay.

“Hey,” Dalton says, gently grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger, encouraging you to look into his eyes. “I’m not leaving you. Ever.”

“But?” You press, knowing there had to be more to his statement.

“But I have to figure this out. And close the door, I guess.”

“I know you do. I would never stop you from figuring this out, but I can’t handle not knowing if you’re ok or not.”

“Then come with me.” He pushes a piece of hair out of your face and leans over to look into your eyes. “I need you,” he murmurs.

You stare into his eyes before nodding. “It ends here?”

“It ends here, with us,” he confirms.

#dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert fluff #insidious #insidious the red door

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yandere-sickness · 6 months

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I just made a yandere shadowpeach/Peachbuds time travel au…

So… in this world Mei Hou Wang 2009 in this au is what sun wukong and macaque was like in the past when they were kids.

I am going to make a story on this at some point but for now, I’ll just give you the summary of the au.

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MK is given a box with a letter by Guanyin, the goddess of mercy and is told to deliver said box to Sun Wukong

Mk goes over to ffm and gives Wukong the box and leaves because he has to deliver food to people

Sun Wukong read the letter and it says something like “Remember this?” Or something idk

He opens the box to see the outfit that Liu’er Mihou wears in Mei Hou Wang 2009

Sun Wukong get’s flashback about Mei Hou Wang 2009 and the time he killed his bff and is eaten away by guilt

Wukong takes the outfit,that guanyin put a spell on, out of the box to get a better look at it, but when he does he is sent back in time

Wukong wakes up in his rock egg and hears Liu’er getting chased by the Demon King of Confusion or whatever his name is

Just like in Mei Hou Wang 2009, he saves Liu’er by getting out of his egg

Wukong realises that he is in the past and takes it as a sign to not mess up his and Liu’er’s friendship

Once the two meet, Wukong gets romantic feelings for Liu’er and becomes a yandere

He tries to separate Mihou from the other monkeys and the other characters we see in the cartoon and might of killed a few people who got too close to Liu’er

Liu’er never became Sun Wukong’s enemy like in Mei Hou Wang 2009 once Wukong is the new Monkey King, never loses his white fur and becomes oblivious to Shihou’s possessiveness

Sun Wukong gets everything he ever wanted, power, titles, immortality and most importantly of all his future mate, Liu’er Mihou

The two becomes mates, Liu’er is separated from everyone in Mei Hou Wang 2009 and LMK besides from the ffm monkeys in LMK

Liu’er is just a small cute oblivious fluff ball ——————-

This is all I have for now, I’ll add more if I have anymore ideas for it, I’ll make a story at some point.

People can make drawings and one shots about it as long as I am credited for the au.

Anyways bye bye yall! I’ll be back in a while… maybe

#yandere sun wukong #peachbuds #sun wukong #six eared macaque #lmk #mei hou wang 2009 #shadowpeach

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harianabesties · 2 months

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what your favorite song from eternal sunshine says about you: (according to me) ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

intro (end of the world): you’re dramatic. not as a bad thing but as someone who feels a lot. you remember every detail and you make yourself a lot of questions like Do they actually like me? Are they just being nice? Are they faking it? Did i do something wrong? Are they judging me? Am I the only one? Do they actually love me? honey BREATHE

bye: you’re used to suffering, so used to that you don’t even suffer anymore! you prefer to put your energy in things that are worth it. if it’s not good for you, you say ‘bye bye boy bye’ and don’t waste your time. you don’t repeat mistakes. you know your worth, and you’re strong for that ♡

don’t wanna break up again: you always want to keep the peace even if it means your silence. you cry alone to not bother anyone. you live in a constant fight between what you should do and what you want to do. you don’t want to hurt others ever, even if they have hurt you. you’re self codependent. you strongly believe in “right person wrong time” type of love. and you do in fact ‘spent so much in therapy’ as the song says:)

eternal sunshine: you believe that “you can fix them” (no). everyone hates lies but you HATE. LIES. if someone lies to you it’s over forever. i’m assuming that you had been cheated on in one of your relationships or it’s your worst fear. you’re ‘the first at saying sorry’ as the song says. you’re just looking for true love tbh. a little bit passive-aggressive but nothing too bad:) you’re the best type of person to be in a relationship with!

supernatural: your love is… intense… you like to let everyone know that they’re yours and you’re theirs. (a little bit possessive, nothing crazy) you love with passion. when you’re in love you don’t recognize yourself because of how needy and cheesy you become. and you got some sexy and flirty vibes!!!

true story: you're cautious. you hate to be involved in fights/discussions but ‘if they want you to play the villain you’re totally willing to’ as the song says. you’re a badass that isn’t scared of speaking out their mind. you hate drama and people who don’t have a life of their own!

the boy is mine: you’re a little shy and possessive. you think they’re going to fall in love with you without even speaking to them!!! (me) you know that you and them are made for each other even tho you saw them twice in your life.. definitely is hard for you to take the first step but you can take your time don’t worry! you usually like people that it’s the opposite of you and that’s what makes you want them even more….

yes, and?: life of the party. great vibes for sure! you’re the friend that your friends go to when they need advice. you never have been pretty confident in the past but you learned to love yourself and ‘be your own fucking best(friend)’. you always look for the light in dark situations. you protect your energy. you’re living your best life and you dgaf about what people think! congrats!

we can’t be friends (wait for your love): you love too deeply, so deeply that it consumes you. you feel like you been waiting for love your whole life ;( but you know that at the end of the day it’s just you and yourself ♡ you speak your truth always! and you hate when people get into your life. you wish they erased your ex's memories like the movie/music video.

i wish i hated you: lucky the people you have loved because you’re the purest soul ever!!! always wishing the best to the people who’s no longer in your life. no matter how much that person hurt you in the past you can’t seem to hate them! you love to think that not being together it’s “for the best” to keep your mental peace. you feel guilty about still caring for that person. but very deeply you know that you weren’t meant to be (even tho you wanted to)

imperfect for you: “let’s stay at home and watch a movie” kind of domestic relationship. you love that feeling of familiarity and intimacy that comes with having a relationship. you protect your partner with your life. as the song says you’re ‘anxious, fucked up, too much… messy, completely distressed’ but when you’re in love all of that thoughts and problems disappear. you love with the good and the bad. you don’t care if it’s complicated being with the one you love, you will do anything to keep that love.

ordinary things: you also like domestic relationships, the familiarity and intimacy that comes with it BUT you also like adventure. “let’s disappear together to a different continent and don’t tell anyone” kind of relationship. you like to have fun with your partner (even if it’s doing the stupidest things possible) you feel that time it’s not enough when it comes to them. the meaning of love to you is being the truest version of yourself with that person.

i’m sorry if you don’t feel represented it’s just my vision:) thank u for reading! ♡ stream eternal sunshine ☀︎

this contains the word: love, partner, relationship WAY TOO MUCH! (sorry for any bad spelling or grammar mistakes)

#ariana grande #ariana grande butera #eternal sunshine album #eternal sunshine of the spotless mind #the boy is mine #we can’t be friends (wait for your love)#imperfect for you #i wish i hated you #my thoughts #relationship #arianators #positiveenergy #sweetener #positions #thank you next

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hauntedpearl · 1 year

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destielification of newgirl is so easy it's also becoming one of my favourite things to do. consider my AU #1432255363 that i came up with after watching the "You're my husband, you're like my wife" scene that's probably never getting written:

dean and cas have been friends for a while, cas is the one in love with Dean..dean is like. Cas is my Best Friend. idk if he's in the closet about himself or just about his feelings or what. but yeah. anyway.

dean is dating someone. Lisa, probably (I'm so sorry girl I'm so sorry they always do you dirty like this). he thinks it's going great (it's not) and he thinks he should totally get married to her (he should not), so he's like I'm gonna do it I'm gonn ask her. but lisa. LISA IS SMART. so she realizes that it's not working and on the day that he's gearing up to propose to her, she breaks up with him.

cas knows about all this. they were supposed to celebrate the week after dean was supposed to propose, but he's broken up with instead so they take time off their respective work places and go on a roadtrip together. because nothing fixes a broken heart like bro-ing it out with your bro amirite lads? anyway.

fast forward to dean getting into a stupid fight at a stupid bar and they get thrown out and cas is taking care of his wounds just like in the "doggies or trucks?" scene and then they have that conversation where dean's all of COURSE i got broken up with I'm STUPID and an IDIOT and i clearly AM THE WORST and it's good that i got DUMPED because clearly NO ONE deserves to be TIED DOWN TO ME and cas is like shut up shut up shut up of COURSE you're not all that you're the most amazing person i know you [lists everything dean does for him] and then he's like "and well if Lisa broke up with you, it's her loss, because you would make a great husband. and i know this because you've been a great husband to me. i mean you're LIKE a husband to me. i mean YOU'RE LIKE MY WIFE. I MEAN NO I AM LIKE YOUR WIFE. WHAT. YOU KNOW WHAT. BEER. BOOZE." and he just runs away. and dean is sitting there having an epiphany like oh OH OH because he HAS been doing all this for CAS, yes, but he has NOT been doing this stuff for his actual girlfriends and he IS kind of like Cas' wifehusband and Oh he IS GOOD AT IT but because IT'S CAS because HE — OH. oh. OH.

anyway they get through the end of the trip and cas is like I'm sorry if I made it weird obviously i didn't mean it like that like you're not even my type what anyway have a good rest of your single life bye

and now dean is like oh shit cas does NOT like me but I'm so obviously in love with him that it's stupid and now my asshole motherfucker of a life sucks SO MUCH WORSE bc clearly i can't date anyone until i get over cas and i don't think i can get over him by leaving him like i usually do because he is EVERYTHING! TO ME!! etc etc

idk how this would resolve itself like I'm sure dean enlists the help of the entire winchester family support brigade and they're all like DUH! i mean LIKE. Oh Nooo this is BRAND NEW information!!!! and they're like no cas likes you and dean's like no he does not.

fun bonus if cas just starts fake-dating one of his friends so dean doesn't feel weird after his pseudo-love confession(or real dating, I'm not picky), but things get out of hand because dean is INSANELY jealous, and he realizes that he's ALWAYS BEEN insanely jealous and possessive but he would just write it all as Bad Vibes™ but now he has to confront his own stupid feelings and then like every good soap opera, this culminates in a Big Dramatic Moment where dean is like "Actually your boyfriend SUCKS and idc i will never like him because he's not supposed to be with you because I LOVE YOU and WE are the wifehusbands who were MEANT TO BE" and cas is like :O :O what. :O :O :O

and then! cas either a) breaks up with the guy he was only dating to prove to dean that he is Not Into Him or b) calls off the fake-dating thing because nuh-doy!

Smooches, kisses, gay sex, etc.,

the end.

LITERALLY. SO EASY.

#newgirlnatural #doe is talking again #doe needs to stop talking and get to work #another random stupid headcanon I'm setting free into the void #I JUST THINK. DESTIEL COULD DO ALL THE ROMCOM TROPES. ALL OF THEM. MANY TIMES EVEN!!#destiel #spn headcanons

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cloudyperfume · 1 year

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You’re not going out like that~

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Timeskip!Kenma x F!Reader

stuff included: smut, sexual themes, possessive behavior, fingering, and fucking basically

I don’t really know why I thought this was even a good idea..

I wore a tight black dress that hugged my thighs at the ends of the dress.

Kenma was in the living room, while I was in the room, with the door locked.

I was too scared to walk out there and basically say that ‘I’m gonna go to a party with my friends in this tight ass dress, while you stay home.’

I mean… I guess I could maybe bring Kenma, right..?

But there’s a problem… he hates parties.

I don’t want to force him out of the house and bring him somewhere that he doesn’t feel comfortable at.

It’s like trying to get a cat into a bath tub.

I stood up a little straighter.

I’ll just quickly say bye to him and walk fast to the door.

Maybe that’ll catch him off guard and he won’t be able to comprehend whatever I’m wearing right now..

I am a very stupid person you could say.

I open the door like a crazy person and speed walk to the door while waving goodbye to Kenma.

“Bye Kenma! I’ll see you later.” I said as I touched the door handle to leave.

“Not so fast.” I felt another hand on mine as they closed the door shut.

I sighed as I knew that my plan failed already. I sighed and looked back to look at Kenma.

“Yes?” I asked.

As if I didn’t already know what he wanted to question me right now..

“Why are you dressed like that?” Kenma said as he looked at my with a lustful and confused look.

I pushed my thighs together as I looked down.

It was too overwhelming to look at him in the eyes right now.

Especially with that.. look.

I blushed.

“I-I’m going to a party with my friends..” I stuttered.

I heard Kenma chuckling.

Kenma smirked a bit as he kissed my cheek.

“You’re not going dressed like this. Especially when I’m not there.” I swallowed nervously.

“Why not..” I said as my breath became a bit heavy.

Kenma kissed me directly on my lips this time.

He placed his finger on my chin and made me look up at him.

My eyes looked away, still too nervous to see his face right now.

“Look at me, baby..”

I looked up.

He looked so hot.

“I don’t want you going out like this because.. you’re mine.”

I gasped as I felt Kenma kissing my chest. As this point, he looked like he wanted to eat me.

“You look so sexy like this, love. I can’t believe you wanted to go outside like this, for everyone to see.” Kenma bit my lightly.

I moaned slightly at the small pain.

“Only I can see you like this. Oh~ I can’t wait to make you feel so good.”

Kenma grabbed the zipper and pulled it down. Once it was down, he grabbed my bra and took it off.

“Ah..” I breathed out as Kenma rubbed my ass while licking my nipples.

“Maybe I’ll even make you unable to walk for a few days so that you’ll remember to not do this again~.”

I gasped again as Kenma fully took off my dress. He took off my underwear as well and he plunged both of his fingers into my wet pussy.

I moaned as he went at a fast pace.

“Do I make myself clear baby?” Kenma said in a low and strict voice.

I felt myself become even more wet.

I bit my lip as I blushed even more at how his voice sounded.

Why was he always so hot?

“Ah!” I loudly moaned as Kenma hit my good spot.

“Do I make myself clear?”

I quickly nodded.

Kenma wasn’t satisfied with me only nodding, so he slapped my ass.

I whimpered.

“Yes!” I yelped.

Kenma grinned, “Good.”

The next thing I knew was that kenma picked me up and threw on onto the couch.

“K-Kenma what-.”

I was soon cut off by Kenma going on top of me with his pants off, his dick out in the open.

I didn't even notice that he took off his pants..

“Ohh~!! Kenma!” I was caught by surprise as Kenma suddenly thrusted into me.

I was heavily breathing as the pleasure seeped into me.

Kenma always made me feel like I was in heaven.

“Such a good girl~.. Do you feel good?” Kenma said in a smug voice.

I couldn't do anything but moan in pleasure.

I felt like I couldn't think of anything else but Kenma.

And that's the truth since I didn't even know that I was saying his name multiple times.

Kenma kissed my brow, “So pretty..”

“I'm gonna cum, Kenma” I whined as Kenma rubbed my clit.

“Go ahead, oh~ I-I’m close as well,” Kenma said as he groaned.

We both threw our heads back as we came together.

I wonder what else I could do to make Kenma act like this again..

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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apeitheia - epilogue.

pairings | older!scarlett johansson x fem!reader

gif not mine!

summary | hollywood’s wealthiest actress, scarlett johansson, is happily married to her comedian husband. that is until she meets one of her staff in her brand-new company and starts to have a long-lasting affair - which is committing adultery and the disobedience that comes within. (THIS IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL!)

warnings | 18+ MINORS DNI angst, mild fighting, soft smut, pet names, sex on the countertop, and fluff.

notes | ending this series here :) i’m glad you enjoyed this story as much as i did and i hope to be making more of these in the future, if you feel like there’s something missing let me know through my comments or inbox! i could make a short fic with this type of universe :) bye!

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I have gone foolish since Scott showed up in my life. He's a menace in my eyes, a boy that should have vanished away from the earth. How much I loathe to think he has a chance over her. Have I gone foolish enough to have done some stupidity? Some jealousy? Is that the reason why Y/N no longer wants to see me? Of course, I'm exaggerating. She said something about "time off" and I don't understand "time off". What "time off"? What have I done so wrong to make her walk away? Am I not aware of my surroundings? Boy, I was stupid. Foolish. Careless. I can't even think of other words to describe how stupid I was.

"You have to drink that coffee."

Silence is abrupt between us, and I shake my head.

"Do you think she'll ever forgive me?"

"Not if you don't eat your damn food."

"I have to know if," I say with a sniffle, my eyes clearly watering as I think about petal. "Maybe if she would forgive me–she would, right? It's just some stupid mistake."

Lizzie sighs, and it's not one of those normal sighs that you let out. It's a sigh of: I'm so annoyed by this conversation but I do understand your kind of sigh.

"It was pretty stupid," she responds, echoing my words–I felt guilty when she did that. "But you have to give her space, Scarlett. She needs that right now, you've become this overly jealous woman that has no trust in her partner."

"That's not true–"

She cuts me off, "It is. You're just not realizing that right now. Look, why don't we go out for a walk? Maybe where the paparazzi can't find us."

"I don't even feel like walking." I just want to die, jump off a cliff, and bang my head against the wall until it bleeds. Let it bleed, let me rot, I need for that to happen. Where is the death note when you need it?

"You need some time off with Y/N," she says. "If you think about her a lot, you'll never change. Come on, do it for your girlfriend."

Whatever possessed my head and my body, I agreed. We walked at Central Park–glad enough that there weren't many people that could harass us–and I didn't think about her for an hour of walking. Although I won't lie if I do see anything that has flowers, it reminded me too much of her. I can't even count how many days since the last time I saw petal, maybe years? God, I don't even know. And when we got back to my house, I couldn't do anything but let out a few sobs. Maybe I was being too much, perhaps mean toward her and Scott. I hate to even admit that I was being immature with Y/N, and it's something that I could never admit–even to my poor heart. I was, in fact, insanely immature about the whole situation. The memory of my bad reaction when I saw the emails, I didn't even give her the time to explain everything. Or when we were driving back home, all I could remember doing was clenching the steering wheel until I could see smoke coming out of my ears like from a comic book.

The next day, and the next day, were the same. I wake up on my couch and am served a cup of coffee that Lizzie made–purely with heart. I liked it dark and hot, with no sugar at all; not even a god damn creamer. I drank five to six cups of coffee in a day and only two sandwiches that usually were served around lunch and dinner time. I always tell her to stop being too kind and leave the house, but she never budged–not even one bit.

"Do you want to tell me what really went down?" Silence is abrupt when her voice comes into this melody, but not as beautiful as petal's voice. I turned to look at her and shrugged. What was there to explain?

"I don't think you would want to know." I responded in a small voice, peeling a small skin from my finger that stung a little.

"I think you need to let it all out, Scarlett."

I tried not to sob, but I did. I covered my mouth and laughed with a broken voice, a broken heart. Never have I ever been this affected, not even once. All because of a girl who came into my life that I shouldn't be in love with, it's not as depressing as it seems. I love her, I love her, I am in love with her. She's all I could think about, all I could seize to be with. I've done a mistake–not even once–and now she has slipped away from me like I'm a speck of dust in the air.

"I was overly protective," I tell her, sniffling as I tried to think about what else I'd really done to hurt her. "I didn't give her the opportunity to explain why I saw that... fucking email. I completely went insane to her, like I was threatening her or something and I think I did that out for no reason. I could've just listened but I didn't. Instead, I fought with her and made her feel like she wasn't validated."

"And have you done this in the past?"

"Now you just sound like my fucking therapist." I spat out, chuckling with slight annoyance. You can't blame me, she sounded like an actual therapist who seemed to be so interested in your life.

Lizzie sighs and brings her hand to my back, rubbing it up and down. And as much as I hate the contact of her palm, it felt soothing and made me feel a little sleepy if I had to be honest. She says in a reasoning tone, "I'm not on anyone's side here, but you have done a decent amount of pain towards Y/N. It was right for her to leave, let her breathe, Scarlett. I know I may sound too condescending but that's all I could tell you. Let her breathe, let her walk back to you."

"But I am sorry," I whispered under my breath, choking another sob. She pulls me closer to her body as I cry even more like a mad woman. "I know what I did, I was being a jackass–I know I was, I just want her back here. I need her to breathe, Liz. I can't do this without her, without knowing that she's okay."

"Give her space, darling," she says. "I know you want to, I understand. But you have to let her come back to you. Please give her that space as well."

With what Lizzie asked a while ago that I did not respond to, I can fully admit that I've done it in the past. But she never allegedly spoke about it, and neither did I. I thought to myself that it's just me being a protective girlfriend, that I want her to stay away from the people that could harm her. I already do sound alarming, especially when Lizzie told me that I do have to give her some space. And with all my tears that are on her shirt, I've come to the realization that I was the only problem that caused more problems.

How depressing that sounds that it's almost agonizing.

I don't know how long I've been standing in front of a gas station store, but here I was. The truth is, this gas station is closer to Scarlett's home destination–that's the only reason why I came here in the first place. Should I just walk away? No, I'm here already. What do I do now? Stare. Stare in misery, that's what you should do.

A person hollered, "Scarlett's whore!" and I simply couldn't turn to look at the person and tell him to go fuck himself. My eyes and body were just glued to the store, and as much as I want to move, I can't. I pinched my nose bridge and shook my hands off, I needed to calm down. There would be no absolute way for her just to show up, it would be a lot easier if she did.

The thing is, I went to her house last month. There was this pan of regret and guilt that ran through my head, it wouldn't stop. Maybe I was the one who reacted badly about everything, perhaps it wasn't even her fault. But the way she looked at me with her horrific eyes, how her hands gripped my biceps, everything felt intense and dehumanizing–I almost chuckled how I explained that pretty well.

What I didn't notice is that Scarlett's car was a few feet away from me, and the moment that I turned around I saw her frail body with black sunglasses covering her eyes; I could barely see them. I felt my body moving again, but I wasn't stepping forward toward her. She did though, and before I could even move I felt her arms wrapping around my small body as her head buried in my neck. I almost forgot how cuddly she was.

"Scarlett, the people could see–"

"Let them," let them. She pulls away briefly and smiles in tears of joy, then pecks on my forehead. "I-I thought I wouldn't see you again, I thought..."

"I was supposed to go to your house." it was the truth, I was going to her house but all so suddenly she found me instead.

A couple of girls were by the block and saw Scarlett and I have an intimate interaction, they look like the type of people who would gossip about us in school, like a nasty rumor. I was about to panic, leave the woman on the street, and walk home full of regret when suddenly I felt her hands cupping my cheek as she reassures me with a whisper: "Don't mind them. Let them see us, let them know how much I love you."

I wanted to pull away. Love? We haven't seen each other for approximately four months, how could she still love me now? How could she still see me the way she saw me months ago? Wasn't there an article about her going out with someone else? Why now? What happened then?

"I think we should talk about our you know," I mentioned, lowering my head down. "W-We should just talk somewhere private."

Scarlett gulps, as if she knows where this is about to go, but agrees. "O-Okay, baby. Let's go to your house. My house?"

"I think my place would be a lot safer right now."

"You don't have to mind them, you know?" she tells me, lifting my chin up. God, she still has this stupid effect on me that only works when she touches my skin. "I want them to know about our love, don't you want that too?"

"We should really talk about our relationship."

Because I don't know if I could handle being with you any longer.

"Okay," she sighs, still hugging me as if hiding me from the world. "Let's go to your house."

I bought a small apartment near Brooklyn when I decided to stay off-guard with Scarlett. And when she came inside my home, it was like opening old wounds. Except that, they weren't as bad as it seems. It was refreshing to see her at my home, to see her become another different person behind those cameras. She's real with me, she's affectionate with me, she makes me feel alive even. And when I saw her hands touching my personal stuff, it felt like nothing ever happened between us.

"I miss your old apartment." she says, breaking off the silence. I wonder why.

"How come?" I asked while bringing her a cold glass of water, she accepts it with our hands touching, and I almost fell onto my knees.

She sits on the small couch that was near the window as she spaces out for a bit, like gathering her thoughts or something. Then, I hear her say with an affectionate whisper: "Because it was small, like our world. I felt more vulnerable with you, I like how we were just two beings in one small box. I don't know, it probably sounds stupid anyway."

"Nothing you say sounds stupid."

I finally made myself sit down beside her, and I could feel how the atmosphere changed. Have I missed being this close to her? Yes, I have. Her hair seemed shorter and her eyebags were heavy. She looked tired, frail, and wearied. I almost couldn't recognize her. But with that melodic voice of hers, I could never forget what she was like. We were so close once more, but I had to keep my distance, to prove to her that I wouldn't let myself fall back like that easily.

"Y/N..."

"You're sorry I know."

"Let me tell you how much I am sorry," she said with sincerity, even her eyes say it all. She touches my knee and squeezes it, sniffling to herself. "I was stupid, really fucking stupid. I shouldn't have been so... threatening. I know that I've done more than that, and I'm seeking your forgiveness. I don't mind if you don't forgive me now, but at least let me make it all up to you. Let me–"

"Now you just sound like you're doing this for publicity," I scoffed as I stood up, walking towards the kitchen to gather all my unleashing thoughts. Now, she wasn't sincere. Now, I can see her true colors. She walks to me and tries to touch me, but I shove myself away from her. She looked hurt, good enough. "What are you doing, Scarlett?"

"Baby..."

"Do not–" I stopped midway and hold my hand up, blinking twice. "Don't call me that! Not when you've hurt me and sought someone else."

Scarlett knew what I was referring to, but she seemed like she was in shock. She responded solemnly, "That was only a friend from work, sweet girl... please don't assume so quickly."

"I'm not your sweet girl."

"Please stop," she begs, shaking her head as she cups my face. Our foreheads were touching now, and I couldn't bring myself to pull away. She was closer to my lips, and by another inch, we were going to kiss. "You're the only girl I'll love, the only girl I'll always think about. If I have to bring you flowers and new vinyl records every day then I will. If I have to let you hurt me, then I will let you. If I have to impress your parents that they'll approve of me, then I will. Just please don't give up, not after I spent my time loving you."

"Do you mean what you're telling me right now?" I asked, my voice feeling a little pitchy. Then I realized I was crying, and she was wiping my tears away with her thumb. I wanted her to hug and kiss me, to make love to me on this countertop. Just come closer, Scarlett. Kiss me already.

"You know I never lie, petal."

I've missed how she called me petal from the tip of her mouth, how her tongue rolls out when she calls me by that nickname she made for me. I wanted to call her lovie all over again, but I was playing a dangerous game here. We were so close to kissing that I wanted to pull her by the neck and just lather her tongue all over my mouth. You know I'd never lie too when I say I love you, lovie. You know I'd never lie if I told you how much I want to be with you and let my hands thread through your hair, pulling you closer until we are in this dance sequence.

She places her hand on my cheek and rubs my skin with her thumb, smiling with tearful eyes. I whispered, "You can kiss me, you can take me."

"I ought to take you."

"Then do it," I was desperate now, I was opening my legs for her so that she could make love to me on this spot. Do it, I say. Do it now. "Do you want to make love to me, Lovie?"

She nods, unbuttoning her cardigan and throwing it across the room. Her hands were back to my waist and pushing me against the surface. "I want to make love to you, Petal."

"Come and take me," I mewled, peppering kisses on the corner of her mouth. "Come on, Scarlett. Take me, make love to me."

She doesn't waste any more time and kisses me on the lips that I've been longing for months. Nothing changed with our kiss, it was all pure and passionate. I had my hands on her nape while I felt her tongue flicking on my upper lip to access more of my mouth. And once she did, our tongues were dancing together like a great melody. She kisses me hard, she kisses me softly. And either way, I didn't mind. I missed her just how much she missed me, I never want to let her go again like that.

She ran her knuckles on your cheeks, pulling away slightly when I could feel her breath trickling on my bottom lip. "I love you."

And before even thinking about it, I knew what my heart was screaming.

"I love you too."

A few minutes later, our clothes were discarded. I was sitting against the countertop with her mouth on my neck, her hand raking my waist while her other hand was in my inner thighs. My nails were on her back, scratching when her hand gets closer to my crotch. She moans at me, she breathes in me, and I take it like the good person I am. Scarlett whimpers, "You're all mine, petal. It's all mine to take and have, all mine to love and care for."

Scott Adamos was now in my head, and I remember our high school romance. It was great while it lasted, but it's something I don't want to revisit again. It even rippled through my head when she hinted about Scott, I almost cringed in disgust. I never saw him again after that dinner date, and never planned to see him again. It's not because of Scarlett, but because of the life that I don't want to see again.

"Can I push in, baby girl?" she asked desperately, moaning at each kiss we share. I nodded, responding quickly: "Make love to me right now, lovie."

All I could feel was her two fingers inside of me. I threw my head back until I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, I didn't realize I was that aroused. She pumps her fingers in and out repeatedly, staring down at her glistening fingers that were coated by my thick white discharge. She continues to assault my hole while peppering kisses on my wet chest, bringing her hips up as well to get some of the friction that she needed. I was moaning, whimpering if I had to exaggerate. She smiles at me and presses her lips on mine, almost in an open-mouth kiss.

"Mmph," she groans out, curling her fingers to hit my sweet spot. "You love me?"

"I love you," I repeated hazily, smiling at her while shutting my eyes again when she pushes three fingers inside of me. Fuck, she was good. "I-I love it when you fuck me..."

"I love it too," Scarlett gropes my breast, kneading it with care while harshly curling her fingers inside of me. "I've missed this pussy of yours, look how fucking horny you are to me. So desperate... only for me."

"Only for you."

Our mouths were touching each other while her fingers thrust inside of me wildly, making both of our body jitters. I was holding onto her neck, afraid enough to let go as if she'll slip away that quick. She would kiss me from time to time, but her only mission was to get me on edge until I fell apart on her as she has always wanted. We were kissing vigorously, making the entire apartment fill up with our nasty noises. Take me harder, Scarlett. Take me, fuck me, go harder. Mold yourself onto me until we're two people in one body, I need you to go harder so that your love only remains.

"You are by far," she breathes while moaning out a fuck under her breath. "You are the prettiest little angel I've ever made love with, I'll never let you go again, sweet girl."

"Feels so good," I rasped out, pressing my forehead against hers while rolling my hips to get some friction from her palm. "Tell me you love–Ugh!–tell you to love me, lovie."

"I love you." she gives two hard thrusts until I was screaming, the entire room vibrating from my voice.

"Again..."

"I love you," she muses, looking down from my cunt that made contact with her fingers. She moans to herself once again, enjoying the sight that was displayed in her eyes. "God, you look so incredible like this... I fucking love you, baby."

She bites on my ear as she falls apart first, shuddering her shoulders when white stars were appearing in her eyes. She was in oblivion, her entire body wouldn't stop jittering from her climax. And when she came, I felt myself coming too. By that sight, I just know it's something magical for me. We were both moaning incoherently, muttering quietly you're so good for me while I was still clenching around her thick fingers. My hands were still on her back, gripping her close until I could've sworn I passed out on her.

"Can I play a song?" she asked, kissing my nape while we were in bed together. After four orgasms, we decided to rest in a quiet room that was filled with my books and vinyl records. A poster of Lana Del Rey was still on the floor, begging to be hung on the wall.

"You don't have to ask."

"But this is your house," she kisses my back, her hands kneading both of my breasts with such affection. "I think this room is too big for your liking, hm?"

She was right. This room was too big for me, she knows how much I adore smaller rooms because to her reference, it felt more intimate. I like it that way, and I knew she did too. I just bought this apartment so that I could stay away from the people who were going to harass me; only because I'm dating Scarlett.

I nodded. "Yeah, I don't think I'll ever get my old studio apartment back."

"I'll buy it for you."

"That's nonsense–"

"I seriously will," she holds me close while kissing the shell of my ear. "We can always go there if we want something more intimate, then stay at my house since it is our house. Plus, I kind of wanted to move in with you because of that studio apartment."

"Really?" I asked with a higher pitch in my voice. She nods.

"Yeah," Scarlett hides her face in my neck. I giggled when she licked my skin like a cat. "How about we just buy a smaller house where we can live, maybe not in New York."

"What about your job here?"

"We'll stay close," she says. "Maybe we can stay in Massachusetts. Your favorite poet Emily Dickinson has a museum there, do you want to check that out?"

I smiled and turned to look at her face, she looked more beautiful when the sunset shined on her skin. She looked more beautiful when she was with me, holding my body closer to hers. Everything felt so... peaceful for once. As if no problems have occurred in our life, and I'd like to keep it that way. It doesn't mean that I'll forget what she has done, but I can learn to forgive and move on. Nothing is perfect, I can guarantee that. But she, in fact, was perfect.

My love for her never wavers once more, and I'll continue to love her for the rest of my life. Cliche, but we love it.

"I'd like that very much, Lovie."

She smiles, her teeth pearling at me, then kisses my cheek like it was a lingering lullaby.

"Okay, Petal."

She played a song that reminded her of me, and I could remember our body swaying with the music faintly playing in the background. Moments like this could never be that tasteful, how can anyone hate it?

END.

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spider-xan · 7 months

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can you expand on the evidence for dracula beingpresent while lucy writes?

This is the last paragraph of Lucy's memorandum on September 17:

The air seems full of specks, floating and circling in the draught from the window, and the lights burn blue and dim. What am I to do? God shield me from harm this night! I shall hide this paper in my breast, where they shall find it when they come to lay me out. My dear mother gone! It is time that I go too. Good-bye, dear Arthur, if I should not survive this night. God keep you, dear, and God help me!

Where have we seen this before? Jonathan's journal entry on June 24:

I thought I would watch for the Count's return, and for a long time sat doggedly at the window. Then I began to notice that there were some quaint little specks floating in the rays of the moonlight. They were like the tiniest grains of dust, and they whirled round and gathered in clusters in a nebulous sort of way. I watched them with a sense of soothing, and a sort of calm stole over me. I leaned back in the embrasure in a more comfortable position, so that I could enjoy more fully the aërial gambolling. Something made me start up, a low, piteous howling of dogs somewhere far below in the valley, which was hidden from my sight. Louder it seemed to ring in my ears, and the floating motes of dust to take new shapes to the sound as they danced in the moonlight. I felt myself struggling to awake to some call of my instincts; nay, my very soul was struggling, and my half-remembered sensibilities were striving to answer the call. I was becoming hypnotised! Quicker and quicker danced the dust; the moonbeams seemed to quiver as they went by me into the mass of gloom beyond. More and more they gathered till they seemed to take dim phantom shapes. And then I started, broad awake and in full possession of my senses, and ran screaming from the place. The phantom shapes, which were becoming gradually materialised from the moonbeams, were those of the three ghostly women to whom I was doomed. I fled, and felt somewhat safer in my own room, where there was no moonlight and where the lamp was burning brightly.

Vampires in the novel are able to take the form of dust motes on moonlight, which will be confirmed through another character's research later in the story as one of Dracula's many powers, though the sisters are capable of it too.

There's also the fact that Lucy's state the next morning seems to imply that he very likely fed on her again after she finished writing the memorandum.

#asks #dracula #dracula daily #implied dracula spoilers #lucy westenra #jonathan harker

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freedomfireflies · 3 months

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hi , ‘s me 📚

Normally I don’t indulge in saying something like this, but you’re so silly for thinking people wouldn’t love part two of the infinite-verse (is that a thing?)... anyway, almost got distracted and forgot my point but… Um… I told you so. Respectfully. Affectionately. I told you so.

I am reeeeeeeeling for his possessiveness. Like obviously there’s always a flattering aspect with possessiveness but the way you write it, for him, is sooooo hot. Like there’s something special about it. Idk. I can’t tell if it’s because I wouldn’t expect it from him, because of the open relationship aspect, or because he’s…. I have no idea. But the way you write it for him specifically is soooo yummy. So hot. Loved that.

What’s crazy is that after the first part, I was kind of nervous to see how a full story of them would play out. Because something like this you’d inevitably expect to be messy and painful and someone always ends up hurt and the idea of that stresses me out. Because Rebecca doesn’t deserve that. And ruined friendships? All of that scares me. It becomes too real. Emotional pain and disharmony can be overwhelming (especially when the writer is so good and it gets you emotionally attached to characters). You know what I mean? But after reading Insatiable You and the anons and their ideas and your responses, it seems a little less scary. Like I can see a light at the end of the tunnel. And I always think it’s funny when you see something come to life that seemed like it wasn’t possible. Like oh, I guess… I guess there is a way out that maybe wouldn’t be so awful… You know? If that made any sense. (it’s probably an unpopular opinion, because I know people love angst, but I feel like I have enough emotional turmoil in my personal life LMAO)

Yes please to all of these:

Harry's jealousy doesn't really come out with Rebecca anymore...but with Kitty? 😗 New fear: unlocked and I kind of want to see him lose it hAHHA

I'm thinking maybe if they go rougher, she could slip into her subspace and we'd see how he reacts!! Which also would make it harder for him to leave 😗 and he'd maybe realize how much he actually cares for her 😗😗 THOUGHTS ARE BEING THUNK!

AGREED!! Also bye HAHAH I literally love the idea of him actually being so confused?? Like this was just sex?? Why do I want to rip this guy's fucking teeth out?? CONFUSION??

Maybe even Rebecca having to be the one to say, "My dude.............why do you think?" SLFJSDF

Maybe a double date with Harry and Rebecca 😗 I feel like that would be wildly hilarious asfjsdf just them sitting at the same table, both getting jealous while their partners are completely obvious HAHAH

As for part two thoughts... Just gonna give you a zillion clips of pieces I loved.

d i a l o g u e pops

He slaps your clit. Hard. “Beg me,” he repeats. “Fucking beg me, baby. Beg me to touch you. Beg me to stretch you. Beg me to fuck this cute little hole until you’re coming all down my hand.” -

“Have you been going around, trying to give away what’s mine?” 😵‍💫

He grins a bit wider and it makes your chest swell. “Is that right, Kitten?” 😵‍💫

“Don’t care,” you vaguely hear him murmur before he’s nipping at your clit again. “Again.” - what the shit. Whoa. yeah. Okay. whoa. 🫣

This is what you wanted, isn’t it? 😵‍💫

Then, the book is suddenly snatched from your hand and chucked across the room before he kisses you harder. He growls, “Enough. You don’t come for him anymore. You fucking come for me. Is that understood?” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

“You are not to pick up that goddamn book as long as you’re mine, do you hear me? You will not touch yourself to another man’s words or soak these fucking sheets for anybody else but me.” 🫨

“Huh? I don’t fucking care who wrote it. It is no longer yours to read. Tell me you understand.” 🫨

“I know,” he says gently. He’s watching you again. Curious to your reaction and seemingly enthralled by your response. Happy. Content. “I know, baby. S’good, yeah?” 🥺😖

You feel him nuzzle his cheek against your head. “Shh,” he coos, and rubs his other hand up and down your spine soothingly. “You’re okay. You’re gonna take it, aren’t you? Gonna give me another—” 😵‍💫

“You’re okay,” he repeats firmly. “You’re fine. I know you can take me, so take me. Just like you took your little fingers before I got here. You come for me the way you came for him. Okay?” 😵‍💫

You let out a relieved sigh that makes him smirk and you adore his smugness. More than you should. - Relatable. Deeply relatable.

You feel him smile against your throat. 😵‍💫

Then, he dips down, and nuzzles his nose against yours. “You’re too good to me,” he exhales. It sounds heavy. Scared. Sweet. “I don’t deserve you, Kitten. I hope you know that.” - Wanna know why baby boy doesn’t feel like he deserves her:( he’s so giving:(

All the smacking, the clit, the thigh, the spanking 🫨

Grits his teeth and fists your skin until he’s completely bottomed out. And then…he kisses you.

Long and slow and it almost feels grateful. Like he’s thanking you for letting him inside and you sigh against his mouth.

🫠

You like to think he’d laugh if it were any other time. Today, however, he merely yanks himself out of your pussy and flips you around. - so cheeky of her, love this character development.

He slows his thrusts. “Are you thinking again?” he asks gently. “Did I lose you to those ugly thoughts?”

You could almost cry from the way he notices. The way he cares. Still, you force a brave face. “No, sorry. Just feels really good.”

He’s unconvinced. “Kitten—”

😖🥺💔

You feel your eyes grow larger while your head nods all on its accord. And he grins when he sees how mesmerized you are

🥹

Kissing and licking your tits while his palm flattens against your spine to keep you on his tongue. 🫠

He smiles and takes your hand. “Right here,” he murmurs, as though anticipating your wonder. He presses your palm flat against your stomach before nudging himself up into you and— - precious omg tender omg 😭

You surge forward and kiss him. Taking your hand away only so you can drag it down his chest and claw at his heart as though desperate to reach inside and take hold. To keep it. Forever. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

there’s something so incredibly wonderful about knowing he’s equally as possessed as you are. 🥹

He seems to realize he’s the first man to do something so intimate with you and he likes this idea.

Yet your tears and meek reaction only entertain him further. He grins wickedly as he rolls you faster, taking your nipple in his mouth before looking up. “What’s the matter, baby, hm? S’it hurt?” 🥵😵‍💫🫨🫠

But you can’t help the whine that slips out when you see those delicious pearlescent drops go to waste and you squirm when you realize how much you’re really losing.You’ve never been one to care about keeping it inside. In fact, you’ve never really cared about it at all. But now…it feels like you’re losing him. You’re losing this experience by letting it drip down and disappear, and you nearly start to cry.

He takes hold of your cheek and gently sweeps his thumb across the soaked, warm skin of your face. “Baby,” he breathes. “What’s wrong?”

You swallow thickly and attempt to relax. You don't imagine he'd understand. “Nothing, sorry.”

His head tilts but he’s still smiling. “Then why are you clenching me so hard? What’s wrong? Are you in pain, does it hurt?”

“No. No,” you assure him quickly. “No, I just…I don’t know. Feels like…a waste, I guess.”

He’s confused until you look down and the moment he realizes, he laughs again. “Oh, you sweet fucking girl—” He tugs you in for another kiss and now your body is numb, too. “God, I really don’t fucking deserve you.”

You whimper against his tongue and he sighs.

“I’ll give you more, don’t worry,” he says before kissing down your throat. “Next time. I promise. But right now, I wanna clean you up and make sure you’re all right.”

O b s e s s e d with this entire thing. Her not caring? Her getting sad about it? And she feels so fragile and sentimental? And then she tells him and he laughs because he’s flattered and adores her?

“Yeah. Because I know my partner trusts me to take care of them even if I’m being harsh. And there’s something powerful in that, I guess. That their pain and their pleasure belongs to me.” - he’s perfect 🥺

He laughs. “Was I mean, Kitten?” - i love him 😫

He hums before he looks toward the discarded novel on the other side of the room. “Yeah, well…fuck that book. I mean it.”

“Yeah. I just picked an easy one since I didn’t want you to get too jealous.”

“Is that right?”

“Yup. Although that clearly didn’t work very well.”

You feel him land a firm smack to your ass that makes you squeal before you settle again.

“Watch it,” he warns. “Or I’ll pull you over my lap right now.”

You grin. “Maybe you should.”

🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

The final dialogue about Rebecca is so real but in such a soothing way. Everything he does is so soothing. Like I genuinely never stop worrying but he’s just so… disarming. And I think I’d be shit at sharing too but I actually can see how maybe she’s holding onto what she can get from him because he is so soothing and so perfect and his words are just. You’re brilliant for this. And Kitten is so real and raw for her words.

I adore you more than WORDS!!!!!!! You have absolutely no idea how much this meant to me, especially the fact that you took the time to say all this!!! I appreciate you endlessly and will never be able to express it enough 😭💞💞💞 THANK YOU AGAIN for always talking to me and being so sweet!!!

#📚 anon

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