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meanderingwistera · 2 months ago

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Saint

Summary - After your ability to heal others was discovered you were taken to a monastery high in the mountains. The monks raised you in their ways and their beliefs. Once you are old enough you begin to offer your healing abilities to people who need it.

Soon enough you attract something you never intended too and he won’t give you up now that he has found you. Pairing - Kitsune!Suguru Geto x Saint!Reader

Content - Smut, Somno, oral (fem receiving) some fluff, religious imagery, no specific religion stated, afab!reader, Dark Content, violence, manipulation, mental conditioning, dubcon, baby trapping, obsessive behavior, isolation, stalking, deification, slight horror elements if you squint, the relationship starts out somewhat healthy then spirals from there

Word count- 7.1k

A/N - This was a lot longer then I expected lol

Banner credits - @cafekitsune

There is a rumor of a Saint living in the halls of a mountain top monastery.

They are said to be benevolent and heal others without thought. Rumors say they are ethereally beautiful and are sent by god to the world to remind them of his teachings.

Suguru wants to laugh at the idea.

He knows that humans like to make up pretty little lies. They give meaning to meaningless things and try to name things that are nameless. It is how they get through life and Suguru finds it pitiable. Why delude yourself into thinking that something is looking down at you from the sky?

It won’t keep humans from the darker sides of themselves. Sometimes it can encourage that. Many men of faith use religion against other humans for their own gain. So why humans even bother with it in the first place confuses Suguru but he lets them have their meaningless delusions.

As a spirit Suguru has lived for many years, he is older than the systems that humans have in place. He has heard his fair share of fairy tales from the mouths of humans. Sometimes they are amusing, others are just ridiculous, much like the one being told right now.

“The Saint up there really can heal you!” A man says and holds out his wrist, “They healed my broken wrist.”

The other man looks amazed, his eyes are wide and his mouth is agape.

“Really? My wife has a bad back, do you think they can heal that?” He asks desperately.

Suguru tries not to laugh as he walks by the two men. How stupid do humans have to be to believe that a Saint exists. There is no higher power so someone sent down by them is a ludicrous idea.

But the idea sticks in his mind. It lodges itself in the back of his head as he moves through the village. He rolls the idea of a saint around in his mind. They would most likely be a scammer and they seem to run a good scam if the word has gotten this far.

A look into this “Saint” couldn’t hurt.

Suguru finds himself in the middle of a huge line a few hours later. His leg aches with the self inflicted wound he gave himself. The people around him are in various stages of pain. Some only have light cuts, others have broken limbs.

The line moves slowly and most people come out looking better than before, which intrigues Suguru. Soon enough he is next in line and is ushered into a huge room.

The dark wooden floors are a contrast to the paper shoji doors that line it. The monk escorting him in bows to the person in the middle of the room then exits.

Your white robes catch his eye, the white color signifying innocence and godliness. They are rather modest in make and design, as if to muddy your appearance to make you more approachable. Suguru wants to laugh at this play to get him to trust you.

The white veil over your face is something he hadn’t expected. Maybe it was to give an air of mystery to you that will draw people in. The white thin fabric falls just short of your lips in a taunting show of skin.

Suguru doesn’t wait for you to motion him forward and walks up to you. You don’t even flinch as he stops only a mere few inches from you.

“What ails you?” You ask with a small smile.

“My leg.” He replies to you, a sceptical tone to his voice.

Suguru is ready for you to be a fraud.

Someone peddling to the masses for offerings. What Suguru is not prepared for is to be wrong. He has never been wrong about humans before. They are fragile and somewhat stupid creatures but as your hand fits in his and a warmth fills his body he is proven wrong.

The warm feeling spreads throughout his body. It mends his broken leg and soothes slightly sore muscles from the walk up here. A soft sigh leaves his lips. When you retract your hand he almost doesn’t let you.

He had never cared for religion or anything of the sort. It was a waste of his time. He doesn’t know if a higher power exists but he now knows of your existence. You who heals the sick with a kind smile, who uses this gift to give to others with no reservations about it.

You are an angel- a divine being sent down to this terrible world by some higher power. He had read a few religious texts in his younger years and had been intrigued by the idea of saints but now that he sees you he is not intrigued, he is addicted.

Suguru stands a bit taller now that his leg is no longer broken and you have to look up at him. It gives him satisfaction that he could engulf you in his arms to hide you from the other undeserving people who come to steal some of your light.

“I wish you a safe trip down the mountain.” You tell him in a cheerful tone.

“Thank you.” He responds and walks away from you. As he leaves Suguru wants to laugh at your statement.

Because now that he has you he won’t be leaving this mountain for a while.

Your life is a peaceful one.

The monastery is a place of tranquil reflection and you bask in the peace it offers you. You are safe in its walls and with the monks. And You usually feel at ease while walking through the halls.

But there is something watching you.

You feel its eyes baring into your back. And every time you turn to try and catch what is watching you you see nothing.

Your subconscious mind keeps telling you to run from the thing that has attached itself to you. You feel haunted- no, hunted by it. You feel like a rabbit being chased by a fox. A rabbit ready to flee at a moment’s notice. The heart in your chest is beating so loud you feel it in your ears as you look around.

The feeling of being watched never truly goes away. The eyes follow your every move and nowhere in the monastery is safe from them. Even when you are praying or healing others you feel your subconscious telling you to run from whatever is watching you.

You don’t fully understand the thing’s aim. It hasn’t tried to hurt you but it hasn’t put you at ease either. So you are in a constant battle with your fight or flight instincts. After weeks of keeping this feeling from others you can’t take it anymore.

“I don’t know what to do.” You say and hug yourself tightly, curling in on yourself. “I am constantly feeling eyes on me.”

The Head Monk, Eiji, hums in understanding, “We can perform a cleansing ritual for you, it could help.”

You nod numbly at his words.

“The wards here are strong and can keep spirits out. You are safe here.” He says and takes your hand in his.

You give him a small smile, trying to channel your usual happiness. Eiji doesn’t look convinced by your smile and sighs.

“I will have the monks pray for you as well,” He says and gives you a hug.

You feel safer in his arms. Eiji had raised you since you came here when you were ten. He taught you everything you knew about God and everything else. His opinion matters to you and his words help to soothe the worry deep in your chest.

Hopefully the ritual will free you of your fear.

The monastery you live in doesn’t have very good wards. They are old and let him walk in and out as he pleases. What that old Monk told you was laughable, the wards are like spider webs that can easily be pushed aside.

It is so easy to watch you, to find out everything about you. Suguru keeps an eye on you from the shadow of the trees that line the monastery. You spend most of your time wandering the halls or healing people. His eyes trace your outline and he commits it to memory.

The monks are always around you or the maids that attend to you. He may not like that they are near you but he does makes a note of how they attend to you. Suguru will need to know how to take care of you to keep you happy when you are his.

The more animalistic part of his brain urges him to take you now. To keep you safe from the people who take your light for granted. It takes his years of experience with patience to keep himself at bay.

Suguru doesn’t want to scare you, he wants you to be comfortable with his presence.

But tonight he can’t stand this distance much longer, so Suguru makes a bold move. He walks into your set of rooms, he wants to make you comfortable but Suguru can’t stay away from your orbit for long. He longs to worship you the way you deserve.

As he walks through the dark halls he checks to make sure that everyone is asleep. Your maids are all in their beds and sleeping soundly. His footsteps are the only sound in the hall as he walks to your door.

The door is slightly ajar and he slips into your room. He quietly makes his way to your bed. Soft sighs leave your lips as he creeps closer.

Your sleeping form is peaceful and he craves to curl around you. Your body would look so beautiful in his arms or under him.

You don’t stir when he gets closer to the bed. Suguru chuckles at how deep a sleeper you are. He is so close to you but you are still asleep and unaware of him.

Suguru leans over you and takes a deeper look at you. For the first time he can see your face. Soft features scrunched slightly in sleep are illuminated by the moonlight. Suguru understands why they would hide your face from others.

He feels like he has seen the face of god. This is why god’s face can’t be looked upon, people would go mad with just a smile from you. Wars would start from just the shape of your lips alone, whole countries destroyed with a flutter of your eyelashes. And he would fall to his knees to worship you if you just asked.

Suguru decides that he can no longer hold back from you.

After you take a break from healing people and the monks purify your spirit you feel better. The eyes that you once felt on your back have vanished.

Your steps are lighter as you walk around the monastery. You feel the cheerfulness that was drained from you deep back in. It is the best feeling in the world to be free of whatever was haunting you.

On one of your regular walks through the expansive halls of your home you bump into someone. You have never seen him before.

“I am sorry for bumping into you.” He apologizes and bows to you.

Blinking in surprise you put a hand on his shoulder in a plea for him to stand back up.

“Please don’t bow,” You say quickly, “I am a normal person like you.”

When he stands up to his full height your eyes are immediately drawn to his eyes. They draw you in. Their lavender color slowly fades into bright violet near the edges, they are a color you have never seen before.

You barely register him talking to you as you are preoccupied with his eyes.

“I am the one at fault.” He repeats himself with a fox-like smile on his lips.

“You are fine!” You respond with both embarrassment and intrigue.

He joins you on your walk after that.

You learn his name, Suguru, and how he came to be here. He is very knowledgeable about many subjects. It is a shame you think to have him here and not out in the world with the amount of knowledge he has.

Suguru also asks many questions about you that you have never really been asked before. The Monks are not really talkative so you mostly talk to the people who visit you for healing or your maids. And even then you don't talk about yourself much so it takes you some time to think about some of his questions.

A week later the daily walks with Suguru become routine.

Suguru has managed to work his way into your life in a matter of weeks. The time he walks beside you makes the time spent in the company of the monks worth it. As you grow closer to him he slowly coaxes out more about you that he couldn’t learn from just watching you.

He is very surprised to learn that you are very timid for your position.

You rarely talk about yourself, choosing rather to focus on him and your faith. He feels a twinge of jealousy when you whisper god’s name with such reverence. You shouldn’t be so reverent to something that could never rival your divinity.

But he feels better when he sees you blush at his complements. Your cheeks heat up at the slightest hint of compliment or touch. It is adorable how easy it is to fluster you. Your reactions are more addictive than any drug he has come across.

Sadly you always are pulled away from his conversation and gentle teasing, whether it is by your own accord or someone calling for you. His hands twitch with the urge to hold you to him so you can’t leave every time you walk away from him.

Suguru doesn’t want to restrain you, he wants to protect you. Something divine like you needs to be safe from those who wish to use you for their own selfish desires.

More often then not it is the head monk who steers you away from Suguru’s company. You, none the wiser, follow him as he steals you from Suguru.

The Head Monk has proven to be a great obstacle in his plan to get to you. His remarks towards Suguru are sharp and his glare even more so when you are involved. He can see through Suguru’s act in a way he has seen for a few centuries. Suguru would respect his intuition if it wasn’t getting in his way.

So he needs to get rid of him.

Suguru waits for the Head Monk to come into his office at the end of the day before he attacks him. The sun is set and the room is dark except for the candles that are flickering in the dark. Suguru is hiding in the shadows of the room, the usual mask of humanity gone.

The Head Monk sweeps into the room with a weariness to his features. He practically slumps into his chair with a sigh. His guard is down and Suguru seizes this opportunity to kill him. It is easy to tap into the more violent part of his nature. To let his claws rip through flesh and bone, to let blood stain his robes and splash on his face.

Suguru allows himself to utterly destroy him. He revels in the mangled bloody mess he makes. The Head Monk puts up a fight at the end. A last burst of adrenaline from a dying man. Most humans fight at the end, trying to use their last bit of energy to get away from what is hurting them.

When Suguru is done the monk is an unrecognisable heap of a body on the marble floors. You can’t tell his brain matter and internal organs apart from one another. The white and tan robes he wore are stained with his own blood.

The body is easy to get rid of. Suguru scatters it around the mountain, never letting too much of it be in one place. The animals will feast on his scatter remains.

He cleans up the mess he made before dawn. His hands are scrubbed clean of all blood before the sun creeps above the trees. And the floors look clean enough that you would have never guessed that he murdered someone last night.

Now nothing will stand in his way.

Over the next few days people begin to worry when the Head Monk is nowhere to be found. Everyone scrambles to find him but they come up empty handed.

The effects shake the whole temple. People try to figure out who will take his place and if there should be a mourning period for him first. Everyone is either in a panic or in mourning.

Suguru is the main candidate for head monk. Even if he has only been in the temple for a few months his personality and piety are revered by the whole community. He sees this as a wonderful opportunity to get closer to you so he takes the job.

You, of course, are devastated by what happened. Suguru knows that you saw that man as a father but he feels no remorse for the murder. He can see the tears that stain your veil as you pray for his soul. He gently takes you into his arms to comfort you.

“I am sure he is safe in the lord’s hands.” Suguru murmurs softly to you.

He made sure of that.

“Thank you Suguru.” You pull back to thank him with a sad smile on your lips.

He suppresses his shiver when you say his name. It is so sweet from your lips. Maybe that is the way it is supposed to be spoken but he hasn’t heard it that way before.

“Don’t thank me, I just hope to live up to his legacy.” Suguru says with a fake sense of uncertainty and lets you go reluctantly.

“You will do great.” You reassure him and to his surprised delight you bring your hand up to cup his cheek. Suguru leans into your hand with a sigh, melting into you kind touch. You giggle softly at his reaction.

“Don’t doubt yourself, god will guide you.”

“He will.” Suguru agrees through his teeth. “But I would also like your guidance from time to time.”

You blink up at him in surprise, your pretty lips parted slightly.

“I don’t think that I will be of much help.” You look down, trying to downplay yourself.

Suguru’s heart aches when you try to discount yourself this way. He takes your chin in one of his hands and lifts your face gently up to look back at him.

“You are sent by god, your voice matters above all others.” He tells you.

Your face heats up as he holds you face up. Just the smallest bit of contact has you this flushed and he would love to see how you would react to all the things he wants to do to you. You pull away with a nervous laugh and smooth down your kimono. He almost coos at your reaction.

Suguru has all the time in the world now to help you become accustomed to his touch.

Suguru becomes more present in your day after he becomes head monk. He will drop by to see how you are doing or to just talk something over with you. His attention makes you feel important and you can’t help but flush when his hand brushes yours.

You dream of him. The crescents of his eyes and the soft curve to his lips follow you even in sleep.

The dreams always leave you wanting. His hands trace the hills and valleys of your body. His lips are pressed to your neck as he works you open. You ride his fingers as he coos at you with praise for doing so well. You get so close to release then you wake up.

“Are you sleeping well?” Suguru asks you one day, all softness and concern.

You can feel some fatigue from your constant waking up in the night and the sleeplessness that comes after but you can’t tell him.

“I am fine!” You deflect and wave off his concern. “I just didn’t sleep well last night.”

Suguru seems to debate what he wants to say. Your footsteps and his are the only sound in the empty halls. You have realized that you haven’t seen that many monks today.

“I have heard that sleeping with someone in the same bed can help that.” His comment breaks through your line of thought.

You look away at the thought of sleeping in his arms. He would be warm and maybe the dreams would stop if you were in his arms.

“But who would want to sleep in the same bed as me? I don’t think I could do that if it wasn’t someone close to me.” You explain your concern to him.

“I will offer up my bed to you anytime.” Suguru says and his usual fox-like grin is back in full force. Your heart beats loudly in your chest.

“Maybe I will try that.” You admit softly.

“Will I see you tonight then?” He asks in a teasing tone.

“Yes.”

Later that night you pace back and forth nervously in the hallway. Your hands smooth down your kimono in a soothing manner. It doesn’t bring your nerves to heel thought.

You have never been this intimate with another person. Your position as a Saint kept you far away from others' physical contact. There has always be a thin veil between you and the world. So now you don’t know what to do now that you have been invited to touch another person.

The only light in the dark hall is the flickering lamps in Suguru’s room. You can’t really see him but you can see an outline of him in the lamplight. Finally schooling your face into something less terrified you open the shoji door slowly.

Suguru is sitting at a low desk with a book open. He is the picture of serenity as his eyes skin the pages. His kimono is rumpled slightly, exposing more skin then most would bare. You can’t help but trace your eyes down his exposed neck, collar bone and chest.

“Ah,” He says with a grin, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

A shiver runs down your spine at his honey sweet tone. You feel the sudden urge to flee to some place safer. It is a contrast to your growing attraction to the man in front of you.

“I didn’t want to disturb your reading.” You say and he closes some of the distance between you.

“You could never disturb me,” His hand reaches behind you to shut the door, shutting you in. “I enjoy your company, no matter what I may be doing.”

Suguru’s hands are gentle as he walks the two of you to his bed. His hands are soft and practically envelop yours. He directs you to sit on the bed as he blows out the candles.

In the dark you can’t see him but you hear his footsteps as he approaches the bed. You tense up as he sits down on the opposite of the bed. For a brief moment you swear you feel that pair of eyes again.

Then Suguru’s warm touch guides you down on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat and feel the rise and fall of his chest. You make yourself comfortable, still keeping your head on his chest.

“Is this okay?” You whisper to him.

His chest rumbles softly with a chuckle.

“If you are comfortable then I am.” Suguru murmurs to you.

His hand begins to run up and down your back in a soothing manner. It feels good if not a little foreign. You have not been touched in this way for years now so you are both melting and tensing at his touch.

Finally your body melts into his embrace fully. You sink into his chest and he wraps his other arm around you. It is peaceful like this, it is a peace you haven’t experienced before. For the first night in weeks you fall asleep almost instantly.

Suguru watches you sleep with barely concealed lust.

You fit in his arms the way he has been imagining for months. Your body is beautiful pressed against his like this. His eyes are better at seeing in the dark then a regular human’s so he can see how your lashes flutter in your sleep and your softly parted lips.

Suguru needs to feel you against him fully. He needs to know how you would taste on his tongue.

You stir a bit in your sleep, thighs squeeze together around his thigh. Desperately you grind on his thigh chasing your high. He smiles to himself, you must like the dreams he has given you.

He knows it’s cruel to deny you realise for weeks on end but the way you squirm is too pretty. Your soft moans and whines are a symphony to his ears. You are so helpless like this and Suguru likes you that way. You only need him.

Careful to not wake you he reaches a hand between your legs. You are already so soaked for him, your cunt so ready for him even if your conscious mind still pulls away from him. He runs a finger along your folds slowly, you shudder at the contact.

“How cute.” He coos at your reaction and pushes a finger into you.

Your grip on his kimono tightens as he retracts his finger then pushes it back in. Once he is sure you won’t wake up he picks up his speed. He adds another finger and your cunt clamps down on both of his fingers. You are grinding down on his fingers to chase your orgasm.

You arch as he finds your g-spot.

He can feel you getting close, “Come on, you can cum for me, I know you can.”

It only takes a few more pumps of his fingers before you are spilling all over his hand. Your breathing is still even as he raises his hand to his lips. You taste so sweet on his fingers and he might get addicted to you.

You have never felt better after a week sleeping in Suguru’s bed. It is a vast improvement from the previous weeks of little sleep. You are certain that he is magic because of how easily he can get you to sleep.

More and more of your days are spent with Suguru. It must have been a week or so since you have left the wing Suguru’s room is in. You have practically moved into his room, most of your things are there since you spend your nights in his bed. He also takes great care in helping you with your nightly routine.

Suguru helping you get ready for bed started out gradually. At first he would just brush your hair for you. Then it slowly grew into him helping you dress and bathe. You had been skittish about the idea of having him see all of you but he had shushed your concerns and told you that he just wanted to help. His touch as he helps you is soft and gentle, almost reverent.

He will trace circles on your back as you sleep so you fall asleep faster. Sometimes when you need it he will work out a tense muscle, you don’t get them much anymore because less and less people are coming for healing. It was perplexing how you rarely see a visitor or a monk anymore.

You had stopped seeing visitors because the only ones that came were to visit the shrine and not to see you. The monks as well never really came to see you anymore. And your maids have seemed to have left you in Suguru’s care.

But you don’t mind because Suguru is good company.

“I think I am going to take a walk around outside the monastery tomorrow,” You say with a yawn as you settle into bed, “I have been spending so much time with you that I haven’t seen another person in a while.”

“Of course.” Suguru says and there is something off in his voice but you just chalk it up to you being on the verge of sleep.

You fall asleep on his chest a few minutes after.

Suguru is devastated that you are trying to leave him. You want to leave the wing of the monastery that he has carefully reinforced the wards to keep you in and safe. He has tried so hard to make you happy here and you want to leave.

He needs to let you find out what can happen if you try to leave him. He doesn’t want to let you get hurt but you have to learn to not slip away from his safe embrace.

Before that he wants to tie you to him in a more permanent way. It needs to also make you happy, he would rather die than make you feel upset. His only wish is to protect you and make you happy. Looking down at your soft sleepy expression he comes up with a way to keep you with him forever.

Suguru has never thought much about kits. Most Kitsune mate then go their separate ways, it is strictly for reproduction. Kitsune are not monogamous so they can have multiple partners over their long lifetimes. And the kits grow up fast under the care of their mothers so he never bothered with it.

But humans are different, human children take years to mature fully. And humans only have children with someone they marry or settle down with. If you have a kit or two of his then he can keep you with him for life. And even after this life he will find you in the next.

Suguru can just imagine you with his child. The children would have your eyes and his smile. You would love the baby since it is yours and you would have someone here that Suguru wouldn’t be worried about taking you away from him. As if you approved of the idea you nuzzle into his chest with a sleepy sigh.

He flips the two of you so your back is on the bed and he hovers over you. The only sign that you may have noticed him moving you was a flutter of your lashes. You don’t stur as he lowers himself between your thighs. Suguru needs to prepare you for him and what better way than worshipping you in this way?

You are still sleeping soundly as he kisses your inner thighs. His instincts urge him to bite and mark you as his. He wants to claim you body and soul so there is no doubt that you are his. You are his Saint, you are his everything.

You are his God.

Suguru lets his head dip down between your thighs. He has gotten a taste before but this is so much better. Suguru has dreamed of being in between your plush thighs and now he is experiencing the heavenly reality of it.

Your legs are starting to close around him. He can see your face scrunch in confusion and pleasure at the same time. You must be waking up finally.

Suguru continues on but keeps his eyes up to watch as you flutter your pretty eyes open. He sees you groggily look around before a moan escapes your throat.

You fully wake up and look down at him, “What are you-?”

“You were just so needy and I wanted to show my devotion” Suguru says and puts your right leg over his shoulder to get his face closer to your dripping cunt.

You moan, high pitched and whiny, as his tongue grazes your clit. His hands grip onto your thighs, holding you to his face, as you begin to arch into him.

You gasp as he swirls his tongue around your clit. It was too good and you were already so sensitive. The waves of arousal wash over you as he plays with your clit. You won’t last too much longer, so he speeds up.

“Too-” You don’t really know how to finish that sentence. Everything is simultaneously too much and too little.

“Take what you need from me.” Suguru offers you and you whine at how wrecked his voice sounds.

His tongue makes you dizzy. Too far in the haze of pleasure you begin to grind down on his face with your hands in his hair. You pull his hair for some form of leverage against your close orgasm.

Suguru groans as you do, the vibration going straight to your core and you come undone. You reach climax and your thighs try to close but his grip keeps them in place as you twitch and arch. He groans as your cum oozes out of you onto his tongue.

Your moans are so sweet as he eats you out through your orgasm. He holds you in place as your body subconsciously tries to get out of his grip. But he won’t let you go, not now that he has tasted heaven in between your legs.

He lifts his head out of your cunt to watch your chest rise and fall as you catch your breath. The sight of you, post orgasm with your head nestled in his pillows, turns him on so much that he cock is straining against his robes.

Suguru lets you catch your breath as he strips his clothes off. He can’t stand being in these robes anymore. They are just another thing holding him back from you. He catches you staring at him and stops undressing.

“Can I have you- all of you?” He says and runs his hand down your cheek.

“Please Suguru.” You ask him so nicely.

“Whatever you want lovely.” Suguru gives you a kiss as his hands open up your kimono with practiced precision.

You have never wanted to be worshipped despite your position as a saint. It was ridiculous to think that people would dedicate their lives to you because you can heal others. You always just wanted to help others and coexist.

But Suguru might change your mind if his worship is like this.

His lips are so soft on yours. The softness in his touch conveys his emotions to you. The press of his lips to your skin is a promise of love. The heat of his hands on you speaks of his devotion to you. You could drown in his worship and you just might.

Suguru works you open in the same practiced way he did with opening your kimono. You gasp into his mouth as his fingers curl and hit that one spot in you that makes you see stars. His fingers pump in and out of you in a slow yet steady rhythm.

Finally he deems you ready to take him. You try not to squirm from the overstimulation of him sinking into so soon after your first orgasm. The stretch is painfully sweet as you feel all of him deep in you.

“So good.” He murmurs to you as he lets you adjust to him.

“Kiss me again.” You ask breathlessly, needing him as close to you as possible.

“You are demanding tonight.” He teases you with a smirk. “But who am I to deny my Saint?”

Suguru’s lips are on yours as he begins to move. His mouth greedily swallows all your sweet whines. You feel so enveloped by him, he is all over you and it feels so good.

He pulls back to look down at you.

You look up at him through your tear stained lashes and he kisses both of your eyes tenderly. He can’t help but be captivated by how graceful you were even when you were overstimulated like this. Suguru finds your g-spot again and he aims for that sensitive spot every time he thrusts up into you.

“Oh god- oh god-!” You ramble as he fucks you.

“God isn’t fucking you, call out to me instead.” He tells you.

You nod and bury your face in his neck as he picks up his pace. Soft moans of his name fall from your lips as he fucks you.

Suguru tries to be gentle, you are precious, but you just feel too good. You are so tight and he feels himself getting closer to his orgasm. He groans as your nails claw at his back. That will leave marks but he doesn’t mind that you are staking a claim on him.

He was yours from the moment he first saw you anyway, and now you are his.

“I love you.” Suguru murmurs into your hair as his thrusts get more and more sporadic.

“‘love you too Sugu-” You get out before it is cut off by his lips on yours.

His mind can’t wrap around something divine like you loving someone like him. But he won’t question you, your words are laws as far as he is concerned. You are his god and he is just a humble devotee.

Suguru groans as your words and how tight your cunt is send him over the edge. You are not too far behind, your body spasming as your second orgasm shoots through you.

He holds you through it and keeps his cock inside of you to make sure it takes. Suguru can’t take any chances that he won’t get you pregnant. He whispers to you of how good you took it and how he loves you. You cling to him like a lifeline as the aftershocks of your high quiet down.

“Was I too rough?” Suguru asks, concern on his face as you look up at him, your eyes more seeing then before.

“No! Just I-” You pause, trying to figure out what to say, “I am still learning how to accept a lot of touch.”

“I will help with that.” Suguru vows and kisses your forehead.

“Thank you Suguru.”

You look at the long hallway of Suguru’s wing of the monastery. It is peaceful here, the rushing waterfall next to the open air corridors gives you a sense of serenity.

Suguru had told you that he had decorated this part himself after the last Head Monk had passed. You walk past a long tapestry of a swirling mountain range. It is a beautiful painting and you are still in awe of it after a few weeks of residing in this wing.

The main hall of the monastery comes into view, people bustling through the hall. You smile wide and walk faster. It has been so long since you have talked to someone besides Suguru. The thought excites you as you approach.

You pass the threshold only to find yourself a few feet back from where you originally were. Perplexed, you walk forward again, attempting to walk past the end of this hall.

It is the same outcome.

You try again and again and again.

The same outcome happens every time.

You are starting to get frantic as you try for what feels like the millionth time. Frustrated tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as you find yourself back at the threshold.

“What are you doing?” Suguru’s voice comes from behind you.

You turn back to him, “I can’t leave! The hall isn’t letting me leave.”

Suguru looks concerned and walks over. His arms envelope you as you cry into his robe. You hug into him for comfort as you try to understand what is going on.

“It’s okay,” His hand runs up and down your back. “You don’t need to leave.”

His words run through you like ice cold water.

“What?” You fight out of his hold.

Suguru looks completely relaxed as he reaches out for you.

“You don’t need to go out there, it is much safer here.” His voice is soft.

“But I want to-” You argue but he is looming over you in an instant.

“It is dangerous out there.” He takes your hand in his, a reassuring smile on his face. “But I have made sure that you are safe.”

You wretch your hand out of his and run for the end of the hall. Panic has a hold of you as you attempt to leave again. You feel like you did all those months ago, watched, hunted. Your heart beats in your ears as you cross the threshold only to be placed right back where you started. You are trapped.

Suguru’s arms wrap around your shoulders, his body engulfing yours but not in the way you felt last night. This feels overwhelming, heavy, as he wraps you in his arms.

Looking up you see Suguru staring back at you. Something is different about him. His eyes are darker, more predatory than it was before. His gaze feels exactly like what you felt before he came to the monastery.

It hits you like a ton of bricks that Suguru was the thing watching you.

His grin widens and you see fangs. To your horror his canine teeth are sharper than before. He isn’t human, that is something that is apparent now. Suguru always was an inhuman type of beautiful but you never guessed he wouldn’t be human.

“What are you?” You whisper.

You attention is drawn to the fox ears that you now see on his head. They are a dusty red color and twitch slightly as you gasp. You have been told about Kitsune before but they are supposed to be just myths.

Something to scare children from traveling too far into the woods.

But Suguru is all too real.

“I don’t- I don’t understand!” You say and attempt to get free.

Suguru turns you around to look at him, “It’s okay, all you need to do is stay with me.”

You look up at him in fear, his face drops in response as if you were rejecting him and not just trying to go outside.

“Fine.” His mask of hurt falls away from his face. “I really didn’t want to restrict you but I can’t have you running from me.”

Without warning Suguru picks you up in his arms. You struggle against his chest as he walks back to his room but it is no use. He has an iron grip on you, like a rabbit trapped in a snare or in the jaws of a fox.

“Stop struggling or I will tie you down.” He is firm with his reprimand.

With a small hiccuping sob you stop trying to struggle against him. He looks down at you with sadness, his ears flat against his skull. His heart hurts as he sees your pain. But you have to learn.

“This isn’t permanent.” Suguru says, trying to soothe you and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“Just until you learn that you aren’t leaving me- ever.”

#he’s just my princess with a disorder #this is my first dark content fic so be gentle 🙏#I might write another drabble for this idk #Saint #blue’s fics <3 #yandere geto #getou suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #jjk geto

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orangesaek · 1 month ago

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‘clickbait’ | johnny suh

summary: Johnny clicked a suspiciously glittery pink website with terrible font choices and somehow ended up falling in love

pairings: Johnny x afab!reader┊genre: fluff, light comedy ┊wc: 1.4k

Johnny knew better than to click sketchy links.

He really did. He was a smart guy.

But in his defense, all he wanted was to read the latest “Weak Hero” chapter without registering for another site he’d forget the password to.

So when the link said “READ CH. 264 FREE — NO ADS 100% GUARANTEED”, he clicked it with the optimism of a man who’d already lost four phones to dumb decisions.

Pop-up after pop-up appeared. Pixelated spam. Auto-play videos. A random ad about increasing ‘manhood’ (he made a face at that). “HOT singles near you”.

And then he landed on your website.

It was called “Rent-A-Date”—an offensively pink, sparkly site with glitter cursor trails and comic sans titles.

Cute was an understatement.

There were pastel hearts bouncing along the bottom of the screen. He almost clicked out of it, but a link caught his eye.

“What To Expect 💗”

It was a weird curiosity. And against better judgment, he clicked.

Ever wanted companionship without the commitment? Laughter without the emotional aftermath? You’re in the right place!

💖 We offer light-hearted, PG-13 dates with a dash of kindness

🧃 Activities include coffee shop convos, movie marathons, museum walks, or simply sitting in silence judging people’s outfits

🎯 No emotional manipulation, no fake affection. Just a genuinely good time

💸 Discounted price for genuinely funny people (yes, I judge)

🚫 Strictly 18+, no creeps, no refunds. We vibe or we don’t

🌈 All genders & pronouns are welcome

Johnny snorted. Who wrote this? A Hallmark intern hooked up to a Red Bull IV drip?

“Rent-A-Date 💘” blinked at the bottom like it was daring him.

Johnny had half a mind to leave.

But he didn’t.

He scrolled down.

There were pictures of you—candid, natural. None of those overfiltered selfies, just someone with a kind smile and a chill vibe. You were cute, sure, but what really got him was the vibe. Something about you felt… real. Familiar, even.

So he clicked.

He filled out the form with a raised brow.

Nickname: Johnny

Age: 30

Activity: Coffee. Maybe memes? Surprise me.

The form asked nothing else though. No personal questions, no contact info. Just the place and the time.

If he was being honest, he didn’t expect much. This was all just out of curiosity.

Maybe something to laugh about later.

Maybe something for Doyoung to judge him over with that trademark judgy face of his, arms crossed, sighing like Johnny personally offended his entire bloodline.

Johnny could already hear it.

“You clicked on a glittery website with bouncing hearts? Are you okay in the head?”

But screw it. He was curious.

He picked the discounted funny-person payment method—half upfront, half after. He was funny. He knew he was. If you didn’t laugh, he’d just pay full. He was fine with that.

Then he clicked Submit.

—

Johnny showed up early. He always did.

Café corner seat, two chairs, sunlight pouring through dusty windows. He wore a black bomber jacket over a plain black shirt and jeans, clean but casual.

He looked good. He always did.

You were 12 minutes late.

He was pulling out his phone to type a strongly-worded ‘Welp. Scammed.’ tweet when you walked in, slightly breathless.

“You’re late,” he said before you even sat down.

“I know, I—”

“I thought I got scammed,” Johnny cut in, raising a brow.

“Honestly, kind of impressed. It would’ve been my most expensive ‘oops’ yet.”

You laughed softly, brushing hair out of your face.

“Well, surprise. I’m real. And I’m really sorry.”

Johnny squinted.

“… You look better than your photos. That’s suspicious.”

“Oh, so now I’m the scammer for looking better?”

He cracked a smile, and you laughed—and something about the sound made him feel like this wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

You two clicked.

Conversation flowed with surprising ease. You were sharp, witty, and had a quiet sass that Johnny genuinely admired. At one point, he leaned in and said, “So I’m guessing I qualified for the funny discount?”

You sipped your latte, met his eyes, and replied, “You’re funny enough to pay full price but still think you deserve a discount.”

He cackled.

Somewhere in the middle of a joke about how café chairs are modern torture devices, you mentioned your little brother. It was offhand.

“He’s the real golden child,” you said, smiling to yourself. “Sakuya. He’s in college. Smart, responsible, kind, adorable. I started this whole thing to help with his tuition.”

Johnny blinked. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah. Just wanted to take pressure off my parents. He doesn’t know. I don’t think he’d let me if he did.”

Johnny leaned back, eyes softening.

“That’s honestly kind of amazing.”

You shrugged, brushing it off.

“It’s all temporary though. I’ll shut down the site once he’s good.”

You two talked for hours until the café dimmed their lights and Johnny realized five hours had passed. He was mid-laugh, having just finished a dramatic reading of a bad Yelp review.

“I haven’t laughed this much in forever,” he said honestly.

You grinned. “You’re actually funny. Congrats! You earned your discount.”

Johnny laughed. “What if I didn’t?”

“I’d have made you pay double.”

He handed you the rest of the payment, slipping in a generous tip.

You blinked. “This is too much…”

“You said no refunds, not no tips.”

You hesitated. “Okay… tell you what. Keep the other half and use it for the next one.”

He paused, surprised. “You think there’s gonna be a next one?”

You smiled. “If you want.”

He grinned. “I’ll definitely book again. Looking forward to it.”

When he asked to walk you home, you hesitated.

“That’s actually a no-no,” you said, smiling politely.

“It’s one of my rules. I never let clients walk me home.”

“Ah,” he nodded in understanding. “Makes sense.”

But when he looked a little disappointed, genuinely, not manipulatively, you sighed.

“I don’t do this,” you muttered. “But I’ll make an exception. Just this once.”

He beamed. “I promise I’m a respectful exception.”

—

You didn’t think he’d book again. Most people said they would but didn’t.

But he did. Within four days. Paid full price.

When you arrived at the cinema, Johnny greeted you with a warm grin and a little popcorn bucket already in hand.

“You remembered the movie?” you asked, a little surprised.

“Of course,” he shrugged, but a soft smile played on his lips when he saw your eyes light up with excitement.

Afterward, he brought you to karaoke.

You nearly choked when he sang ‘Versace on the Floor’.

“You can sing?!”

“I dabble,” he smirked. “You sound surprised.”

“I am! I thought your ‘funny’ discount was the best thing you had going.”

“Wow. Rude.”

You laughed and bought him ice cream as an apology.

The final stop was a new coffee shop you’d mentioned in passing last time. You froze at the sight of it.

“How did you know?”

“You said it opened this month and had almond Nutella croissant waffles.”

You stared at him, stunned. “That’s really sweet...”

He ordered one of every pastry and made you rank them by crunch. Time flew.

Eventually, you glanced at your watch. “Wait—Johnny. It’s been seven hours.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Our time limit is five hours.”

“Oh god. I’m so sorry! I wasn’t trying to—”

“It’s fine! I didn’t notice either,” you admitted with a small smile. “I was having fun.”

He relaxed. “Should I pay extra? Overtime fees?”

You waved him off with a reassuring smile.

“It’s absolutely alright, don’t worry. I had fun anyway.”

He gave you a sheepish grin.

“Can I pay extra next time for overtime?”

You paused. “Actually… there won’t be a next time.”

He blinked. “Oh?”

“I put the site down this morning. You’re my last booking.”

“Oh.”

You looked down.

“Not sure if you remember, but this was just a temporary thing. I already paid for my brother’s final tuition the other day.”

“For Sakuya.” He suddenly said as he reached into his wallet.

You flushed. “Stop.”

“No, really.”

You held up a hand. “Johnny. I told you, it’s fine—”

“I insist.” He pressed the bills into your hand.

“Use it to buy him something awesome. For being awesome.”

You almost teared up and Johnny noticed.

“Don’t cry,” he whispered. “I didn’t bring tissues.”

“…I’m not crying.”

“You are. Want me to sing again to distract you?”

You laughed, wiping your eyes.

You slowed your steps as your apartment building came into view. Johnny turned toward you.

“I was thinking…” he began. “Next time, maybe we could go out again… but not like this.”

“Not…?”

“Not rented time.” He smiled softly.

“A real one, if you want.”

Your heart skipped.

“Yeah, that’d be lovely.” You said, fighting the huge smile tugging at your lips.

He grinned, then held out his pinky.

“Promise you won’t make me fill out another Google form?”

You laughed, locking pinkies with him.

“I promise.”

accepting requests atm ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎♡

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apersonnamedel · 6 months ago

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As much as I love pondering what the httyd cast modern jobs are and what they do or study in college, we are ignoring the REAL question.

Who falls for the classic Nigerian Prince money scam?

Hiccup: Almost does fall for it. He’s smart but way too trusting of people. He would be suspicious but go along until he finds out it’s a scam either from Astrid or the Twins.

Astrid: Would see right through it. End up sending threatening messages back.

Snotlout: Would fall for it. Before he’s scammed, he brags about becoming rich. Afterward, he ignores everyone for 2 weeks.

Fishlegs: Would not fall for it. Politely declines.

Ruffnut + Tuffnut: Would end up convincing the scammer to actually give them the money. Succeeds.

Stoick: Ignores the email.

Gobber: Would fall for it right until giving the credit card info then scold them over email.

Heather: Would personally track the scammer down. Or would ignore it. There’s no in between.

Dagur: Falls for it. He’s threatens the person into giving him the money back. Gets more than what he gave away.

Viggo: Creates an elaborate scheme that ends up with the scammer losing everything they own, including the money that they tried to scam out of him.

Ryker: Ignores the email.

Johann: The scammer.

I’m only on s3 of rtte so if these don’t sound canon, that’s because they probably aren’t.

#how to train your dragon #httyd #httyd fandom #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #snotlout jorgenson #fishlegs ingerman #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston #stoick the vast #gobber the belch #heather httyd #dagur the deranged #viggo grimborn #ryker grimborn #johann httyd #modern au #scammers

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bitchy-craft · 1 year ago

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PICK A CARD: Let’s hype you up

Hello and welcome to this new post of mine! I will give you a reading in order to hype you up and get that confidence back. I hope you guys enjoy and find this useful!

Masterpost > Paid Readings > Subliminal Channel [NEW]

NOTE: scammer alert, please read. I have recently been scammed and am in financial trouble because of this.

art: nihorin

~pick a card~

Pile 1:

You are an absolute beast! A queen! Act like it! You are the most gorgeous person on the planet, you have personality and are unique. That is what makes someone a beautiful and amazing personality. Don’t listen to those whimps who haven’t had anyone in their life before; such people don’t deserve even a spark of the energy you possess. They aren’t worth your time and you deserve so much more than what those people have made you believe. They are trash, therefore throw them in the bin.

It is ready to show off the new you; the confident and amazing you. No one is allowed to ever hurt you again, and you will show no matter how hard people try, it will be impossible.

Pile 2:

You are the most intelligent person on this planet, and no matter who tells you that you can’t achieve your dreams; they are lying. Those people who are trying to talk you down are just projecting; they failed to achieve their goals and are jealous they see that potential in you they never had, they want to hold you back because they do not want to see what they lost. They know you have all it takes to reach the sky, to reach further beyond the universe.

Let their words fall off of your shoulders, keep the ones that hype you up. You have potential, see it and believe it. Be convinced that what you want to reach is reachable, know that what you want you will get; and before you know it you will have it.

Pile 3:

It is okay to look at the past but don’t you dare hold yourself back because of it. You are more than what has happened, you are more than what you have made yourself believe. You are worth the love, worth the dreams, worth the care and worth the attention; you deserve everything by simply being you, nothing else is needed, absolutely nothing.

Forgive yourself and stop being hard on yourself, you do not need to be mean to yourself, you do not need to be punished even more than you already have been punished. You are beautiful and gorgeous; you are a queen that should be on top of the world, so act like it.

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versadies · 1 year ago

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in a world of boys, he's a gentleman! (various x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. in a world of boys, he's a gentleman!

ADDRESSED. alhaitham, zhongli, wriothesley, and neuvillette (x gn!reader)

STAMPS. the little things they do around you that remind you that chivalry is not dead <3

CONTENT. ooc!neuvi (?), ooc!wriothesley (?), fluff/no-angst, established relationships, possibly cheesy (i like cheese), and possible grammar errors. some of the things mentioned can be applicable to others!

POST-SCRIPT. can you already tell that these four own my heart? i love them sm ( >-< )!!! also made new banners for a change hehe

LINKS. masterlist \ taglist

Although ALHAITHAM is someone who prefers to focus greatly on himself and prioritizes his own well-being over others', that does not mean he is selfish nor inconsiderate. Which is why it is not far-fetched for someone like him to do the little things that proves the fact that chivalry is not dead.

Though of course, he does it in his very own way. You just have to be very observant to notice it.

For instance, whenever you two are sitting in front of the table, he’d cover the edge whenever you lean down to get something that fell from the table, ensuring that you don’t bump your head from the furniture and get hurt.

Another instance is when you’d rant on and on in his presence, thinking he’s not listening to you due to his earpieces that’s used to cancel out meaningless noises. When in reality, he’s actually listening to you — because to him, your words are always something of importance to him whether he’d admit that or not.

It doesn’t even matter if you’re talking about your day, complaining about prices, or even expressing your concerns over things you shouldn’t even be concerned about; he’d listen without a word if not necessary, because if it’s important to you, then it’s important to listen about it. Though of course, the only exceptions are when you’d actually talk about something he doesn’t care about, such as gossip.

Meanwhile, in the bustling marketplaces of Sumeru, there’s bound to be scammers preying on oblivious consumers, and Alhaitham sees to it that you won’t fall for such things. It’s partially one of the reasons why he always tags along with you whenever you shop for groceries or for other things.

If a scammer tries their shot, they’ll only be greeted by a stern warning glare from the scribe as you look through the displayed products, only for your lover to drag you to a more appropriate stall that’s much better than the suspicious one.

During the later stage of your relationship when you moved into his humble home, he made sure to have enough space for your things, and even sacrificed some of his own possessions for the sake of yours.

Speaking of sacrifices, there are also times when he’d sacrifice his leisure time that he values in order to hang out with you. Despite your assurances that he doesn’t have to spend time with you if he wants to be alone, he doesn’t care and still hangs out with you anyway.

In his perspective, it’s not a sacrifice, because spending his spare time with you is much better than spending it alone.

It’s the little things that remind you that he does care. Though, you couldn’t help but try and confront him about his actions since you want to hear it from his mouth.

When you do though, you’ll only get a deadpan look from him and a few words:

“Isn’t that the bare minimum of what boyfriends should do anyway?”

ZHONGLI is no doubt a traditional gentleman when it comes to not just you, but also towards anyone around him. Of course, you’re still special in his eyes. After all, you’re his darling gem who is above any other treasures that he’s come across in this lifetime.

He always checks up on your well-being with care and tenderness that often causes your legs to become jelly-like. He never fails to bring heat to your face from how sweet he is!

Like your average traditional gentleman, Zhongli gives you his coat as soon as he sees even a slight sign of you feeling cold from Liyue’s breeze, caressing your arms with his glove-covered hands while he’s at it. Not that you’re complaining, especially from how good his cologne smells from his coat that just made you a little in a daze.

He’s willing to open doors for you to enter first, no matter your gender. He doesn’t want your hands to get dirty from door knobs that have been through things that only Celestia knows what, so he insists that he shall open them for you. In a way, it sounded a bit over the top, but how can you say no to such a kind man like your lover?

He sees to it that you’re the first one to be seated before him, pulling out a chair for you before sitting next to you. It’s almost essential for him to sit next to you, as if you’re a light that he finds himself drawn to.

When it comes to eating together, he offers you a bite of his meal that he either made or ordered, wanting you to try the delicious meal that’s made with precision and passion and appreciate it with him (though it usually ends up with him giving you more bites of it like a grandma would to her grandchild). Whenever he does this, he makes sure to blow the food first before giving it to you, not wanting your tongue to get burnt by accident. He even goes as far as putting his hand beneath the spoon to ensure nothing will spill on you and your clothes.

Traveling is also to be expected when you’re with Zhongli, with you two visiting different areas of Liyue for a variety of reasons such as work, vacation, leisure time, etc. Whenever you two travel, he’s always there to give you a hand, especially when climbing up and going down.

He’ll even go as far as putting his coat down on the ground for you to sit on to avoid your clothes becoming dirty should you two ever need a break, not wanting you to get too exhausted from your trip.

Of course, we cannot forget how Zhongli has a sharp memory, so he knows the exact day for your relationship milestones and would never forget it. Expect him to celebrate things such as your first date-sary, monthsary, first kiss-sary, and the list goes on until you eventually tell him that most people (if not all) wouldn’t celebrate most of these things.

That doesn’t stop him from greeting you with such occasions though ^^

It’s clear to see that the consultant loves you dearly and wants the best for you. The same goes to his dear friends and peers around him, and you couldn’t be all the more grateful to have such a man like him as your lover. In fact, his amber-hue eyes that you always seem to lose yourself to shines much brighter when he’s kind.

“Why are you smiling? Is there something on my face?” He’d ask you when he catches you admiring him from your place.

“Nothing. I just want to admire how perfect my boyfriend is.” You sigh dreamily, looking at him happily. “How are you such a perfect spouse?”

He chuckles in response, now putting down his tea. “I beg to differ. Especially since the most breathtaking person in front of me is more worthy of such title.”

It’s no lie to everyone in the Fortress – both inmates and guards alike – that WRIOTHESLEY adores you, even if he wouldn’t outright admit it. Though his words are nothing but silent, his actions speak louder. Out of the very few people that the duke trusts, you’re the one that comes to mind, and the same goes for you towards him. He’s quite honored that you trust him enough to let him become your spouse, and what better way to express that than actions?

You’re rest assured that he always has tea saved for you whenever you come and visit his office. When you do, he always makes sure to pull out a chair for you to sit on, pour your cup with your drink of choice before pouring his tea on his own cup.

For a man such as him, he’s observant and is quick to notice when someone is uncomfortable – in this case, you. As soon as he takes note of your discomfort or uneasiness, he is quick to comfort you and assure you that all’s well as he either swiftly takes you away from the scene or finds a way to help you go through it.

With that in mind, Wriothesley understands if you find yourself preferring the world outside over the Fortress of Meropide. He gets it! He’s content with you just visiting whenever you can. He knows not everyone would be keen on staying in the stronghold prison for a long time, especially when they have no reason to besides visiting their spouse.

Unless you’re an actual criminal, then that’s when you entirely have no choice but be stuck in the fortress and with him until you’re free to go.

Speaking of criminals, danger lurks everywhere in Fontaine. You certainly can’t blame your lover for being quite protective with you, often telling you through his letters to be careful with going out at night and to not fall for any scammers or tricks by possible criminals that are still out there. He’s aware that you’re more than capable of protecting yourself from danger, but it doesn’t stop his worries even for one bit.

It’s not common for the Duke to come out from the Fortress and visit the city. When he does, there’s a huge chance that he’s seen with you, holding your hand as you two go on with your day as a couple. He does not show affection in public much, but that doesn’t mean holding hands would hurt!

To others, he always seems so calm and collected on his own, but in comparison to how he acts with you, he’s much more content and relaxed, as if he’s in a utopian paradise that he feels at peace in as your laughter and voice soothes his unfaltering spirit.

Should you ever ask for a mora of his thoughts from how distracted he was during your time spent together, you’ll only gain this response:

“Hm? Oh, forgive me for being distracted. You don’t have to worry about it.” He’d say casually, hiding the fact that he’s simply distracted from thinking about how much he wants this kind of experience to last forever.

Given that NEUVILLETTE is unfamiliar with human customs and feelings, the same goes for his unfamiliarity in the romance department. He didn’t think he’d end up courting someone, let alone form a personal relationship – especially since he avoids such things. However, you’re somehow an exception.

His experience in the court is unfortunately not enough to help him with his goal in winning your heart, yet somehow, he finds himself in a relationship with you. Though inexperienced and busy, he still has his perks that makes it up – such as his mannerisms.

Just like Zhongli, he’s quite a traditional gentleman. Not only will he help you sit down by pulling out a chair and remove your coat, he’d even make sure that none of your clothes, accessories, and even your hair would get caught in the furniture’s ornamentation to avoid the same inconveniences that he goes through in his daily life.

He tends to hold your hand when the two of you go through the seats of the Opera Epiclese to watch a performance, dragging you to the best seat in the middle of the front row as he helps you become comfortable. After watching your first performance together, he never thought that watching a performance could be so enjoyable when you have companions to share the joy with. Where were you in his entire life?

On another note, Neuvillette is the type to carry your bags whenever the two of you go shopping or when he sees you holding something heavy, wanting to ease your burdens and struggles swiftly as he insists that he should help you. You should be able to have your hands free like a dove in his perspective.

It shows that he’s willing to help you with anything you need, whether it’d be giving wise advice, getting something, lending a shoulder for you to cry on, and anything else so long as it eases your struggles.

Given that he’s still exploring human customs and feelings, he entrusts you to guide him through it, and this means that he’s open with new things that he hasn’t tried before so long as it doesn’t clash with his busy schedule.

He doesn’t mind doing particular activities with you, be it pot-making, watching documentaries, playing classic games, and the list goes on! If he has you by his side to try everything, then he’s okay with it all.

Speaking of activities, Neuvillette has taken a liking for walking in the rain. He even fantasizes about going out into the rain, wanting to feel the raindrops pouring on him as he walks down the streets of Fontaine.

Despite enjoying such joys, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t consider your comfort with the weather. Knowing how humans are with not wanting to become wet from the weather, your lover is there to help you in holding an umbrella that he’d bring should he hear any forecasts of rain beforehand.

He makes sure that the entire umbrella is on you and stays that way, and he simply wouldn’t forgive himself if he sees even a few drops on your clothing that he could’ve prevented despite your assurances.

If you ever expressed your concern of him getting drenched and possibly sick from the rain, he’d simply reassure you that it’s nothing to worry about, telling you that he does this very often whenever it rains.

“Don’t worry about me, ma moitié.” He says with a tender gaze as he continues to walk side by side with you, holding the umbrella above you. “I will not get sick easily from the weather, nor do I mind having my clothes drenched. I want you to worry about yourself more.”

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k1mbe3rly · 6 months ago

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could you do top!junhee having angry fingering sex with bottom!fem reader because myung - gi tried to talk to y/n and junhee got over possessive plus jealous .. thank you 👉🏻👈🏻

sorry it’s taken me awhileee

Talk to anyone but him

warnings: Dom! jun hee, Smut, ROUGH fingering ,, Sub!fem reader (She isn’t pregnant btw)

You were unaware Jun hee even dated the crypto scammer that was in the games, She never mentioned it to you with the time yall were dating, SO TECHNICALLY, this wasn’t even your fault.

As you finished the first game with Jun hee, you were kinda standing there since she disappeared on you for a bit

As you stood there looking at your nails or feet you heard a voice, “Hey, are you alone?”, you looked up to see a man, player 333, you shaked your head, “I mean right now yea, but i’m waiting on someone” you told him

“Hm.. well im myung gi, Why don’t i wait with you?” he said smiling at you, you smiled back “Yea sure, i don’t mind company” you told him

Yall were talking and laughing for a while at least 5 minutes kinda forgetting about Jun hee

In the corner was Jun hee watching you. She watched how you interacted with Myung gi, her ex, She stared very intensely feeling a heavy pang in her chest from jealousy, her hands turned into fists as she snapped out

She immediately marched up to you and myung gi, Myung gi noticed at first thinking she got mad because of him, but he was wrong.

She quickly grabbed your shoulder, “What are you doing?” she asked coldly, “Oh i was just talking to-.” but before you could finish she interrupted, “I’m very aware who he is.” Jun hee said, without a second she gripped onto your wrist pulling you leaving myung gi behind in confusion

She kept pulling you until you reached the bathrooms, she kinda shoved you in as she shut the door “Are you playing games with me right now? do you think that was funny!?” she yelled, you stared at her in confusion, “Jun hee- what are you talking about?” you told her

“Why were you talking to him huh? Is this some way to get back at me for something i did?” She said, “W-what? no of course not? do you know him or something?” you replied back

“He’s my fucking ex!”

She yelled out as you stared at her, you widen your eyes as you gasped covering your mouth, “Oh my god- i’m so sorry baby! i didn’t know!” you told her, “Bullshit!” she yelled as she quickly shoved you into the counter lifting you up

She was aggressive and fast as she shoved down your pants and panties, you gasped as you grabbed on to the counter edges

You spread your legs widely as you roughly rubbed your pussy, making you moan out loudly, it didn’t take long for it to get wet, and once it was wet enough, was probably needed a caution sign from her.

She quickly shoved in 2 fingers making you scream out in pleasure, she quickly moved her fingers in and out roughly as your pussy clenched around her fingers, you heard squelching as you kept moaning loudly, you tried closing your legs but she grabbed your leg putting it on the counter

“Keep them fucking open!” she said roughly as she kept fingering you like crazy, her fingers were quick, this was probably the fastest she ever fingered you, you threw your head back

“Augh~! Jun hee~! Fuck! i- didn’t know~!!” you whimpered out, “Shut up. Shut the fuck up and take it”she said as your juices begin flying out a bit, you felt your orgasm rise as well as you bucked your hips

“Jun hee~! i’m gonna cum!” you moaned out

“Fuck. Can you still talk to him with my fingers in your pussy huh? with you moaning out like this huh slut?” she said still fingering you roughly, you didn’t answer as you felt a sharp slap on your clit as you whined out loudly “Answer me!” she yelled as you whimpered , “N-no!”,

“You gonna talk to him again?” she questioned as you shaked your head “N-no! i promise!” you told her still moaning, soft drool beginning to fall out of your mouth, her fingers deep inside you curving into your g spot, “Fuck you better not” she said as you reached down sucking on your clit aggressively, soft slurping and smacking sounds along with your pussy squelching, “Mm~!! holy fuck! i’m gonna cum!” you yelled out

“Cum.” she said as you quickly cummed, she quickly removed her fingers replacing it with her mouth, your cum going into her mouth as she slurped it all, she swallowed as she looked at you which you were panting

Once she finished licking off your cum she slapped your thigh softly.

“Next time i see you talking to him, im gonna fuck you infront of him.” she said to you as you groaned softly

“I seriously didn’t know he was your ex..” you spoke still coming down from your high, “I know” she said as you looked at her, she laughed a bit, “i just wanted a excuse to do this”

You frowned a bit, “Fuck.., you asshole” you spoke softly as she chuckled, “Come on get dressed..” she spoke softly this time, you got dressed as yall left the bathroom.

Next time you know not to talk to him again.

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vamptarotscam · 2 months ago

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@vamptarot IS A SCAMMER.

You seriously thought you could get away with this a second time? Not a chance. SHE ALSO DELETED HER SCAMMY POST.

PART TWO: https://www.tumblr.com/vamptarotscam/782090594830991360/i-got-more-proof-that-vamptarot-is-scamming?source=share

I will provide PROOF AND SCREENSHOTS.

DO NOT DONATE TO THIS PERSON UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES.

Yes, this is the second time @vamptarot plays this game with her followers, instigating fake symptoms, lying and scamming. The first scam attempt is documented here: https://www.tumblr.com/vamptarot/771257380903288832/hello-i-am-sorry-for-the-mis-use-of-tags-i-will?source=share.

This is simply disgusting behaviour. Lying about injuries, illnesses, symptoms so that people could buy her readings or donate out of sympathy (and she KNOWS people on Tumblr are more susceptible to this, they will donate to the right cause). She always does this, she invents a fake sob story and then she says she's not asking for donations or that she's too ashamed to do so, yet asks people to help her without any proof whatsoever (because there is obviously no proof).

It’s funny how @vamptarot always claims she doesn't share links publicly because she "feels uncomfortable," yet the only thing that’s uncomfortable here is her blatant scam. If you don’t want to be caught scamming, then maybe don’t request money through DMs, where you can hide behind the anonymity of your naive followers' trust. And let’s not forget how she always magically “needs” large sums of money (1200 pounds last time) where healthcare is FREE. Especially emergency healthcare that she claims to be in need of. Do you really think people will buy the sob story about needing 1200 pounds for "treatment" that’s apparently so urgent it can’t wait for any sort of proof? If it was so dire, why are you pulling random numbers out of thin air to manipulate followers? It doesn’t add up. You know why? Because it’s all an act. You can see this from her blog's activity too, she comes back only when she needs money from her unfortunately very young and gullible followers. And she makes numbers only when she comes up with fake stories and illnesses, how interesting. Maybe it's because she's willingly manipulating young impressionable users to donate to a fake cause? Absolutely reprehensible. Proof:

These aren’t just "unfortunate circumstances", this is a pattern. It is a known scam tactic that's been around years and years before smarty pants could do it on Tumblr.

She's done this before, and she's trying to do it again. She knows that many people on Tumblr are empathetic, and she'll exploit that kindness for her own gain. Don’t fall for it. Trust your gut and stay far away from anyone who tries to manipulate you with extreme emotional circumstances like this.

ALSO, she deleted her latest scam post because she finally got exposed by my account but I will share screenshots that a very kind individual has sent me about their interaction with this disgusting scammer. The individual's name is censored as per their request. RESPECT THEIR PRIVACY.

In her latest post our beloved scammer @vamptarot tried to claim a mysterious illness with fainting symptoms that would make her "slip in and out of consciousness". Extremely vague, perfect for naive Tumblr users (who are mostly minors by the way, just mentioning that). She also claimed that she needed URGENTLY 3400 pounds in the next 10 hours (a very famous scam tactic) or that she might "die".

Then she suddenly claimed that she needed ONLY 450 pounds, 10 hours after she made that post. Interesting. I DO NOT have the original post's screenshot but we have @spiritstalking ask to rely upon:

Nice try sweetheart. Unfortunately some users fell for this. It is extremely depressing to see young kids fall for those scams, because they do not know better.

As you can see, she also claimed that she needed donations in less than ten hours or it might be "too late" for her. Poor soul. Again, emergency healthcare such as in this case (slipping in and out of consciousness🤣🤣🤣) is free. Yet another emotional manipulation tactic. As I said, it's disgusting.

Also, she claimed that she was on the verge of dying, being extremely ill but she also had time to think about PACS? AND INTERACT ON TUMBLR TOO? She tried to make it all seem so real that she even stayed online 24/7 to talk to the users she scammed.

And wow, now she’s acting all innocent, saying that people gossiping about her is "inhumane." Sweetie, we’re not gossiping, we’re exposing a scam you decided to do.

If you’re really that innocent, why do you keep changing the narrative? You’ve been caught making excuses and pulling out random sob stories for cash, guess that’s just the reality of running a fake blog.

HERE'S THE SCREENSHOTS PROOF:

It’s honestly wild how chronically online @vamptarot is while claiming to be slipping in and out of consciousness, barely able to function due to “illness.” I mean, a person who’s supposedly fighting for their life can barely send a message, let alone respond instantly on Tumblr??????? But guess what? She’s ALWAYS there to reply to her donors within minutes. truly the epitome of someone “dying” from their condition. 🧐

Oh, and then the classic scam move: telling the user to send money to her “friend’s” PayPal... except her “friend” has the exact same name as her. What a coincidence! 🥴 That’s not even a red flag, it’s a burning tower. For real, how dumb does she think people are? A friend’s PayPal? More like her PayPal, dressed up in a bad disguise.

Let’s not forget the emotional manipulation here. She messed up, said it was her PayPal, and when caught, instantly tried to backpedal with the excuse of having “brain fog” because of anxiety and pain. But apparently, that anxiety and pain don’t stop her from begging for donations? Come on. If you’re so “stricken” with these issues, how are you managing to twist your words so perfectly to squeeze money out of people? INTERESTING.

And then, to top it off, offering to give out her friends' bank details for even more donations? Classic scam. Get as many ways as possible to extract money from people’s wallets. But here's the kicker: she can’t even access the money the user sent for the next three days? THIS IS A HUGE ORGANIZED SCAM.

This whole situation is a mess, and honestly, it’s getting tiresome. Be careful who you trust, because this is as shady as it gets.

Also, @vamptarot tell everyone how you were planning to delete your disgusting scamming post from the start because you didn't want to "STAIN" your account. You knew what you were doing from the start. You knew you were scamming people and that somebody would eventually catch on.

You are a reprehensible human being and I strongly suggest you to refund the money you stole from users. Can we just talk about how conveniently her post was deleted once people started catching on? A classic move when you know you've been called out for your scam. If everything was so “legit,” why is the post suddenly gone? Again you knew what you were doing and you know you're wrong as hell for this.

PLEASE REBLOG TO SPREAD AWARENESS AND TO KEEP SCAMMERS OUT OF THE TAROT COMMUNITY. THIS IS VILE STUFF.

Once again, shame on you @vamptarot. Do better.

It's honestly disgusting to see someone manipulate and extort vulnerable users into donating for a fake illness. Preying on people’s empathy for personal gain is nothing short of reprehensible. Don’t let yourself be fooled.

PLEASE HELP US SPREAD AWARENESS. PLEASE DO NOT DONATE TO THIS USER. DO NOT GET SCAMMED.

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mywritersmind · 19 days ago

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chapter one of my kimi antonelli fanfic

the rest will be posted on wattpad only

LET IT HAPPEN on wattpad now! @mywritersmind

JULIETTE LILLIS

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Turns out, rolling a huge suitcase across cobblestone is not easy.

You would think I would see this coming. But as I walk blindly down a little street, I’m constantly reminded of my poor packing choice.

I come out of yet another street with a dead end, about to cry from confusion and heat exhaustion, when I hear a voice. “Excuse me!”

Everyone I have encountered today has been rude, scammers, or only fluent in Italian, so I shake my head and keep walking. “Sorry no- I’m looking to buy anything.”

The voice comes again, this time in a cool italian accent and speaking something I recognize. “Ah, no I didn’t-”

I whip my head around, my eyes landing on the boy that’s approaching me carefully. “You speak English?” He looks about my age at first glance, something that I’m too tired to care about. “Fucking finally! Can you help me find this address?” He looks at me funny, tilting his head a bit, his dark curls falling in his face with the movement.

For a second, I’m scared I mistook his words for English. God am I going so crazy that I’m starting to understand Italian?

He doesn’t say anything still so I point to his bag, a mesh fabric filled with some sort of peach. “I’ll buy like fifteen of whatever you’re selling! Please!”

He surprised me then. His lips curl into an almost amused smile, nodding at me. “I can help.” He takes the paper from my hand, something I scribbled down quickly before I got out of the taxi. He doesn’t even look around before saying, “It’s just around the corner.”

I scoff, “Great, so my taxi was at least close!”

“Cars can’t come up this way.” He says casually, eyeing my bag, “Do you need help?”

I blink, my first thought is that he might try to take it. He’s taller than me, obviously stronger too, but something about his face screams pure intentions. I still stick with what my parents have drilled into me about being in a foreign country. “No. I’m okay.”

He nods and starts leading the way, slowing his walk when he notices me struggling. “You’re visiting?”

“Clearly.” I let out a dry laugh, motioning to my suitcase.

“From America?” He asks again.

I frown, “Is it that obvious?”

He smirks, looking away from me as I watch his shoulders shrug, “The accent usually gives tourists away.” I’m so pulled in by his accent that I don’t even clock the tourist bit until seconds after.

“Woah- I am not a tourist! I grew up here, thank you.” I might be visiting but I am no tourist.

His brow raises, “Oh, did you now?”

“Every summer from two to seven.” I yank my bag that’s stuck on a loose cobblestone, my nose high in the air as I try not to fall down this hill.

He nods, laughing a bit again and making me even more annoyed, “Alright then.” He must clock my phone that sits in my front pocket, “Can I ask why you didn’t call whoever you’re staying with?”

“My phone died because apparently chargers are different in Italy!” He bites his lip- looking like he’s trying to contain a laugh, “Oh shut up, you have no clue the day I’ve had.”

“Sorry… I can imagine.” He glances at my hair, my braids half undone and frizzy from the flight. When he turns away from me, I attempt to flatten them quickly. He points ahead, “Here we are.”

I sigh, my legs are aching and my arms are tired, but this… might have been worth it. Looking up at the familiar-ish house in front of me, I turn to him again, wanting to get inside quickly. “How much do you want?” I grab my wallet from my bag, “I’ve only got american dollars but-“

“Keep it.”

I look up suddenly, surprised. “I don’t want to like, owe you- or anything.”

“Don’t worry about it. Really, you made me laugh. That’s all I need.” Okay… maybe America really is different from Italy.

“Right.” I slide my wallet back into my bag, “Happy I could make you smile with my suffering.”

“Oh my girl!” I hear a voice say. We both look up to see my grandmother almost falling out of a window to wave. Her hair is long and grey, flowing in the cool breeze and kissing the flowers below her that I swear bloom bigger every time she smiles.

The second she goes back into the room, the boy next to me starts again, “Maybe, I’ll see you around, America.”

The nickname makes me go to say something but I shut my mouth when I realize I have no response for that. He’s hurrying down the hill in seconds and just when he disappears around the corner, the door behind me opens.

“Ah, my Juliette!” My grandmother comes running out looking like an angel. She hugs me immediately, the flowy white fabric engulfs both of us when the breeze picks up, “I am so happy you’re here! Come! Come!”

Her voice is soothing, something I’m used to hearing on the phone once a year but makes me smile just the same.

“Lette.” I melt into her hug. She always hated the thought of being so old that she would be called ‘nona’ so she settled on Lette instead, a hint at her full name Nicolette which she also hated. She goes by Nico to everyone but my mom, sister, and I and would threaten me with the wooden spoon if I called her anything else.

She practically drags me inside, grabbing my bag with impressive strength, and dropping it in the foyer.

“Who was that you were with?” She asks as I look around, a bit shocked at how much I remember from this place.

The foyer is open with large windows and a staircase swirling upwards. Pictures line the white walls but I don’t get a chance to look at them before she pulls me into the bright kitchen.

“Some boy who helped me here.” I shake my head, still a bit dizzy and almost drooling at the charcuterie that sits on the wooden table, “I thought you knew everyone here.”

She pops a piece of cheese into her mouth, “My eyes aren’t what they used to be.”

“You recognized me.” I smile, genuinely enjoying my whirlwind of an entrance.

She smiles, walking closer to me and pressing her hands to my face. “I’d know that voice anywhere.”

Something about the way she says it makes my heart squeeze.

“Tell me, Tell me!” He pats my face, her wrinkled hands that are covered in rings make me want to cry. She really hasn’t changed a bit. “How was your flight?”

I tell her about my travel day, my taxi, my phone issue, the boy who found me clueless and almost crying.

She compliments my home made hoodie and my hair. Her house smells like honey and fresh bread and I’m again overwhelmed with the change in my life.

A part of me misses my friends, my routine, even my pilates class. But then I catch a glimpse of the ocean through her window and realize that it’s different here for a reason.

Her voice softens, her hand on mine as her light blue eyes meet my green ones. “I know this wasn’t your first choice. But I’m glad you’re here.”

I try to talk but am cut off by my own mouth drying. I take a breath, smiling. “I heard you have a pool.”

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I get the grand tour after devouring cheese and meat with a glass of lemonade that Gigi made herself. The house is smaller than I remember, but still larger than most. She’s lived in this small town on the coast of Italy for over fifty years, growing up in bologna and moving here to a more quiet life that she makes so interesting.

She brings me to my room, the same one I stayed in as a kid with my sister.

Now there’s only one bed, the walls an aged sort of light pink that contrast the bright blue sheets. There’s a desk in the corner that houses a dusty sewing machine and a chair that when I sit in it, one of the legs snaps under me. “Oh!” Gigi laughs, swatting me away as she drags the chair to the door, “We will go shopping tomorrow! No one has stayed here in years.” This makes me frown, knowing that I was supposed to occupy this room every year.

I lose my train of thought when I catch the view in the huge window that swings open and leads to the roof. The ocean and sky are bright, different shades of blue that are decorated by boats and people in bright swimsuits. There are houses all around us, all different colors and sizes that are accessorized with clothing that hang on string, fruit trees, and the unmistakable sounds of laughter.

A pool sits below, unused but clean as ever. The memories of my sister, Thena, and I splashing around float back to me, remembering how my parents looked holding hands on the two tanning chairs while watching us.

Thena and I would pick fruit off the trees and dare the son of my parents’ friends to eat the skin. The three of us would run around, Thena bossing the two of us around like the good older sister she is.

I want to smile, want to be the happiest I’ve ever been. I’m lucky, after all. Who else gets to spend two months of summer with their grandma in Italy?

“Extra blankets are in here.” Lette opens a door, a clean closet shining back at me, “I’m making pasta tonight and invited someone but I’ll cancel if you’d like.”

I smile softly, sitting on my new bed, “I kinda want it to just be us.”

She nods and floats out of the room like a princess. My smile fades as she goes, laying back on my bed and staring up at the light up stars I stuck to the ceiling when I was younger.

I don’t really want anyone to join us on our dinners ever, but I know my Lette. I know how outgoing and welcoming she is. If she wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here today.

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