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obae-me · 10 months ago

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Happy Birthday to my favorite boy who I love with my whole soul!

He's ostentatious, yes. It's hard to think otherwise with his title of Pride, his extravagant clothes, his dramatic entrances, and his peacock-like aura; always strutting about with his head held high and his metaphorical and oftentimes literal wings held out fluttering behind him.

So, it's easy to forget how much he loves simplicity. How he craves normalcy.

You'll fully admit you had misjudged him when his first birthday with you rolled around. Rumors forced visions of Diavolo putting a screeching halt over the whole kingdom, making everyone come out of their homes and business in droves just to celebrate. He'd have a limo or flying carriage take him to an exclusive five-star restaurant, drinking millennia old Demonus so expensive, one drop could have Mammon rolling in money for months. All the while decked up to the nines- the tens, even.

But, you quickly learned that those symbols of opulence were not what he wanted.

However, this year, you still found doubt clawing at your insides. Was this enough? His brothers assured you that what you all had planned was more than adequate, but it was still difficult to think so. You wanted to give him the world... Now you knew Diavolo's struggles firsthand when it came to the fallen angel.

After he had fallen asleep, you'd rolled over and disabled the timer on his phone. Mammon had already somehow snuck in and stolen Lucifer's alarm clock, eliminating his backup (which might already be sold at this point). He could sleep in now. Diavolo had already given Lucifer the day off, but old habits died hard, and everyone assumed he'd be up before he needed to.

The plan was set. He'd wake up to already-made coffee he could sip in bed before lumbering down to breakfast in his pajamas. There would be no arguing, the house would be clean, and everyone was ready to participate in a historical museum tour that was showcasing demon adaptations of human technologies. One of which was the first magical rendition of an assembly line.

Then you'd head out to have tea and snacks in the Royal Gardens. It would be just you, him, and Diavolo (with Barbatos serving of course) while the others set up a party at the House. The only ones attending would be family and close friends. It would be then that he opened presents, ate his favorite homemade dinner, and drank a little in the company of others while playing different games. Then while the night was fairly young, you'd offer to take him away.

As you rolled over in bed, listening to his light breathing as he slept soundly, you couldn't help but feel both nervous and excited for what you had planned for him. For months, you had tried scouting for the perfect gift. Was this...enough? It deviated from what you would normally plan to get him. It wasn't a cursed record or a set of cufflinks or a tie or anything like that. This year, you'd managed to find a music box. It played a lovely little tune that had the sort of melody that forced you to go quiet, chills running down your spine. But this wasn't just any music box. No. Under certain conditions, it would show the listener the memory that would make them the happiest in that moment. And the conditions were easy, one only needed to turn the winding key exactly six times.

Thinking about presenting it to him made you all giddy inside, knowing that he could use it whenever he felt particularly stressed...but also more anxiety allowed itself to flood your nerves. What if it had somehow broken in the spot you'd hidden the gift in?! Did you check it twice last night? Yes. But stranger things had happened in this house, broken things were actually quite common. So, you'd check on it again...just to be sure.

You eyed Lucifer as you slipped out of bed, keeping the mattress from bobbing too much as you tip-toed your way out of his room. Straight to the planetarium you went, assured by the youngest sibling that he'd keep it safe by shooing Lucifer out of the area if he got too close, which was so common already the eldest shouldn't get suspicious. Slipping your way into the room, you rushed over to the specific chair you had hid it behind. The ground was cold as you sat down on it, your legs crossed over each other as you sighed in relief as the intact music box was pulled into your lap.

"Might as well give it a test run," you muttered to no one but yourself as the key clicked six times. Music poured out into the room as you opened the lid. Mist seemed to shimmer a little in the air, a scene projected into the magic. Faint voices played into your mind, syllables almost twinkling in time with the notes.

"You worry too much." A familiar voice had you smile a bit sheepishly, an old memory of Lucifer shaking his head at you being the music box's memory of choice. "I've told you time and time again that you don't need to fret over impressing me, or whatever that silly word you said was." Ah, yes...you remembered this now...it was some time ago, worrying over some kind of RAD gala. Even now you weren't exactly sure what the specific thing you had panicked so grievously over was, but you had been so anxious over letting everyone down, especially the one who you held so close to your heart. In the image, Lucifer grabbed your face, looking so deeply into your eyes, it was as if he were reaching through the haze to assure you all over again. "And if I must, I will continue to tell you time and time and time again, even if my jaw must break from the strain. So take a breath, relax your shoulders, and remember that--"

"I love you," something echoed. You jumped, your arms pulling the music box close to your body instead of launching it in the air. You shut the lid as you glanced over your shoulder.

"L-Luci..."

The demon chuckled a bit as he tucked the fabric of his robe tighter against his body as he came up behind you, getting on his knees and resting his chin sleepily on your shoulder. "Should I be offended or pleased that you're sneaking off in the middle of the night to meet up with another me?"

You audibly sighed. So he saw... "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Answering a question with a question are we?" As he mused he wrapped his arms around your torso.

"Answering my question to your question with another question?" you quipped right back.

Even without fully seeing him you could feel his eyes roll. He gave you a squeeze and pressed his cheek right next to yours. "Am I to assume...perhaps rather selfishly...if all the secrecy is to imply that this interesting little thing is mine?"

A long pause settled between you. Was this...a bit of disappointment bubbling inside you? "It was supposed to be a surprise..."

If anyone knew the tragedy of derailed plans, it would be him. He hummed in apologetic understanding. "I can pretend like I didn't see it."

That actually had you chuckle a bit, shaking your head. You scooted on the floor to turn around to face him. Grabbing one of his hands, you placed the gift inside his palm. "Happy birthday, Lucifer. May this uplift you in those darker moments when I can't be there. May your birthday this year add to the pool of happy memories to choose from. May I be by your side for another birthday, and the birthday after that, and so many more to come." You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, chuckling at his slightly wild bed-hair that you were just now getting a good look at.

He went a bit silent, and you could've sworn as his eyes shut for a moment, a little bit of color came to his cheeks. He set your gift off to the side of himself as his arms wrapped around you once more, pulling you into a tight embrace. "And may I get to tell you time and time and time and time again...how much I love you."

#giving him so many smooches #Is this any good or not? who knows but I needed to do something for my husband this year #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines

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tttt06 · 1 month ago

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You're My Idol

IdolHanJisung x CelebBlackReader

Synopsis~ You and Han were exes. Well, not really. One day, he hit you with three words, and you ran. He's been desperate to get you back, and you let him come back with open arms… just for sex, though. Commitment is scary to you, and something's up with him that scares you.

Warnings~ Smut, rough, commitment issues, exes cheating, a little angst if you squint, Han is a simp on the streets but a dom in the sheets. 2 smut scenes.

Word Count- 7.2k

Han was my ex. I'm just going to be honest. SURE, we might've fucked around after breaking up, but we hadn't seen each other in a year.

This was because we were on tour at the same time. But I'm unsure how I'll react when I see him at the Met Gala. I might even avoid him.

He was an unexpected lover. We met at a celebrity party after the VMA's. His English was perfect, and he was a hottie.

I thought I liked Hyunjin. He has mysteriousness and an art vibe. But something about Han caught my attention.

Their music is jaw-dropping.

When we exchanged numbers, I stalked the entire group. I was infatuated with K-pop culture.

After about two months, we hooked up. And let me tell you, that man is a god in bed.

He really knows how to use his tongue.

We had a good night, and then we had a good couple of months. But he wanted more, and I didn't.

I'm too busy to do that. My career was skyrocketing.

Though I'm scared of committing, I always know that Han and I are connected.

He understood the overwhelming pressure and expectations of singing. The stress of producing music and always having to be on the lookout for trends in music and finding ways to put your own stylistic twist on it.

And most of all, he understood me.

He picked up on my habits and silly phrases. He studied me like I was his everything. I loved how he remembered the tiny things about me.

He knew when I was lying through my teeth, when I was upset and tired, what I liked to eat... he knew everything.

But, we 'broke up'. I don't think I'll find someone who understands me like Han.

So when I was getting ready for the Met Gala, putting on my overly large dress, and being walked to the limo, all I could think about was him.

"Ralphy, are we still on for Sunday?" My manager shrugged, "Ready to get your ass kicked?" I plucked his ginormous arm. "Ow!" Ralph was a big baby.

When I say big, he was buff as fuck. I only hired him because he was hot as fuck. But he has a girlfriend. I keep away. I don't pay him mind because I'm still so attached to Han.

Even though we aren't together.

The limo stopped, and I could hear the shouting. As soon as I walked out of the limo, the lights flashed. I sashayed to the carpet to take photos. My bodyguard's hand was carefully but securely on my waist. He whispered, "To your left." I glanced to the right and then left.

I'm sorry, I'm dyslexic.

I saw Chan, and where you see Channie is where you see Han.

I bit my lip as I looked away to lock back into looking good. My first instinct was to make sure I looked good.

Han might be watching, and I don't want him to think I look ugly.

I made my way down the carpet until we entered the private room. I looked over my shoulder to see the boys far back.

I relaxed as I felt hands on my shoulder. "Hi, baby!" I turned around and saw the tiny woman. If it isn't Ariana Grande. "Hi, sweetheart!"

She hugged me tightly as we rocked. I walked over to Cynthia and gave her a hug. "Hi, pretty woman!" She smiled, and her fantastic nails slid across my hands. I squealed, "Lemme see those nails, girl!" I looked and nodded excitedly, "These are so gorgeous." I felt a presence behind me and turned to see Sabrina.

"Oh my god. Hi, babe!" I hugged her tightly. We're all so busy, and we never see each other. Ariana actually helped me with my album, which blew up.

She let me have some of her demos, and I got especially famous when she gave me one of her popular leaked songs.

I bit my lip as I watched Jennie come over. We worked on a song a while ago, but her company thought it was too Taboo.

Granted, it was smooth R&B about how much I wanted a man to dick me down. I had already attracted a crowd, and as Lil Nas X came over, I saw the boys walking in.

They looked so lost. Poor babies. I smiled as I made eye contact with Seungmin. His smile was polite.

I looked back at the girls, "I don't wanna be messy, but... Isn't that..." I laughed, "Yes, and I can't promise nothing won't happen tonight." Sabrina laughed, "Girl, it's been a year. He probably moved on."

I sighed, "Why would you wish that on me." I heard my favorite giggle get closer. "TYLA!" She shuffled over in that cute dress. "ARGH!" I hugged her as Jennie smiled.

"How are you babe?" She shimmied, "I'm great! Did you see Rihanna! She spoke to me?!" Ariana laughed, "You're so cute." Her eyes were shocked and pretty as she scanned Tyla.

My bodyguard grabbed my arm and yanked me away, "Oh! I gotta go!" I ran with Jean. That was my bodyguard's name. "You want anything to drink?" I shook my head, "We can after." He smiled, "Please don't get into any drunken fights, don't flirt with anyone crazy, and don't throw up."

I smiled, "No promises!"

He smiled as he walked away. I walked back to my crowd of my friends. I don't know exactly where the conversation went.

I smiled as they made me giggle. "Fuck, ya'll are so funny!"

Nas laughed and turned. "Go get your nigga. He hasn't stopped staring." I rolled my eyes as I watched Chris Hemsworth lift Changbin.

"Oh." I laughed as I walked over.

Han made me study Korean. I knew enough to hold a conversation. "Hey guys." I.N's tense shoulders relaxed.

Chan smiled and came in for a bear hug. I smiled big in his arms. "Hey..." I let go. When I made eye contact with Han, my heart stopped. My palms were sweaty, and I felt myself tearing up.

I missed him.

He ran into me and gave me a hug. "I missed your crazy ass." I laughed. When he pulled away, his hands lingered. He knew touching my face or hair was a big No-no. He was trying to figure out where to cling to.

"Hi."

"Hey."

We both smiled at each other. Nothing changed. The chemistry was still there. Minho said in Korean, "Get a room." I rolled my eyes, "I know you're not talking Minsung."

Changbin only laughed. I noticed that two of the boys were missing. "Where the hell is Hyunjin and Felix?" Seungmin mentioned, "Hyunjin is with Donatella, and Felix is mingling."

I nodded and looked around. "Does Hyunjin know I'm here?! He didn't wanna say hi!?" Then, I felt someone's hands wrap around my waist into an intimate back hug. "Hi, Y/N." I turned around, jumping out of his arms. "Hyunjinnie!" I gave him a hug.

I laughed, "I'm gonna say Hi to Felix and get drunk. You know where to find me if you need me." I walked over to find my friends.

Sabrina whispered in my ear in passing, "He's Australian?!" I turned around. I confusedly asked, "Who? Felix?" She nodded excitedly, "I think he's hot." I laughed, "Well, aren't you dating that one guy?"

She smiled, "Sadly." I bust out laughing. "Where is Felix?" She pointed with her thumb, "Over there."

I turned over to look at him with some celebrities. "Lix!" His eyes widened as he turned his head. He was talking to fucking Asap Rocky. "Oh! S/N (Stage name), Where have you been!?" He dapped me up. I couldn't help but laugh.

Rocky was like an uncle to me in a weird way. My music started with Tyler scouting me, and we made a crazy song.

Then, I somehow managed to get into contact with Rocky. "I'm doing great! Where is our wife?" He smiled, "In the restroom. You know Felix?" I turned to Felix. I wrapped his arm in mine, "Yeah, I know his whole group."

He nodded, "That's what's up. Hey, text me later. I have a song I need a feature on." He hugged me tightly one last time before walking off to Rihanna. I waved at her with a big smile.

She waved back and walked with Rocky. I turned to Lix, "Hi, Lixie!"

I mingled with many celebrity friends and went to the bar to down drinks. I sat comfortably with Tyla to talk about our careers.

As two black artists in the industry, it's very different from everyone else.

I heard footsteps walking over, and Tyla looked Han up and down, "Ou girl, I gotta go." I sighed, "Hi, Hannie." He quirked an eyebrow, "Why do you sound so disappointed to see me."

I laughed, "Cause you know how this ends every time we see each other." He crossed his arms, "What if I told you I have a girlfriend?"

My heart dropped. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. It was a silent stare before I asked, "Do you?" He smiled, "No, I don't."

I ordered another shot and turned back to Han. "So, how have you been?" He smiled, "Small talk? Why are you being weird?" I smiled. He always read me like an open book. I loved it.

"Because Han, I actually wanna know how you are." He quirked his eyebrow again, "Really? Your place or mine?"

Our lips crashed into one another as Han threw me on the bed.

I giggled as he ripped his shirt off his big shoulders. That's where my legs belong. He pulled my legs to drag me closer to him. He pulled off his pants, leaving only his boxers.

The boner was prominent in the car, but now I remember how big he is.

"Don't worry, there's plenty of foreplay we can do tonight."

He kissed me again, dragging his tongue over my lower lip. He pulled away and winked. He pulled me out of my dress and pulled down my panties. He stared for a moment and slid the panties back on.

"Get on your hands and knees, and let your ass face me."

I obliged carefully. Han smiled, "I'm gonna fuck your panties on."

He slid his dick out and started torturing us. He slid his dick over my clit. That made me moan. "Be as loud as you want, baby. The boys don't care."

My arms started to shake from fatigue. I fell into the pillows, and I felt Han's finger dig into my hole. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. He peeked at me, "You bring your vibrator?" I shook my head.

He had a half-smirk that made him look so sexy. I watched as he dug his second finger into my hole. I moaned as he decidedly to randomly rapidly push them into my hole.

I whimpered at how fast he was going. I felt my body humming. His mouth kissed against my hole. His thumb flicked my clit, and I cried, "Fuck me, Han Jisung."

He loved when I called him his full name. "Oh, you're dangerous."

He flipped me over and lifted both my legs to his shoulders. He angled his dick into my hole and thrust roughly into my hole. He was filling me up rapidly, sending me into a frenzy. I started touching myself, and he watched me in awe.

He was pulling my underwear for more momentum as his dick stretched out my wet little hole.

I whimpered, "I'm gonna cum." He dug his dick into my G-spot. I cried as he got rougher and faster. I panted as my eyes squeezed shut. My eyebrows furrowed, and Han (out of habit) rubbed his thumb against them.

I smiled as the satisfaction rushed over me. I started squirting over us. Han smiled in shock and started humming just from the sight. My pussy clenched around him. Han let out a long moan in response.

"f-fuck. Y/N."

He slowed down and fell onto me. "You do so well under me, baby. I almost feel like we're meant to be."

He got off me and pulled me into his chest.

"You're crazy, Hannie."

He smiled and kissed my ear, "Will you be here when I wake up tomorrow."

I got silent. Han nudged me, "Aye... I won't force you to talk to me. But, at least answer the question."

I closed my eyes, "Go to sleep, Han."

My butt pressed into his dick, and he stiffened. "So shut up, or you'll start torturing me."

"Mhm."

I woke up in Han's arms. I scooted from under his blanket and threw on some clothes. I ran out of his place and called Ralphy.

"Walk of shame again, huh?" I peeked through the slightly opened car window and sighed. "Just shut up and drive me home." I climbed into the vehicle. It was silent for a good fifteen minutes.

I squeezed my thighs together as I started to feel anxious. "Han's gonna be mad at me when he wakes up." Ralphy glanced at me and looked back at the road. "Y/N, why do you keep running back to him?"

I let my head rest in my hand as I stared out the window. "I dunno. Maybe it's how safe he makes me feel. But I'm just so scared of getting hurt. I can't do long distance. I can't wait for him."

Ralphy said, "But he's waiting for you. He's a good guy. He takes care of you." I smiled, "That's why I leave the morning after."

Ralphy gave me a quick glance to see the reminiscent smile on my face, "Last time I stayed for the morning, he was making me breakfast in bed." Ralphy laughed, "He's so down bad for you! Please, just let him ask you out."

I looked at my phone. There was no text from Hannie. That's because I blocked his number. Still, I know he'll find a way somehow to talk to me.

I was getting on my plane to continue my tour. My album had dropped a month ago, and I was getting lots of 'congratulations on the show!' Still, I wanted Han to text me.

The boys already did. They always do. Chan is actually a stalker. I nervously sat in the plane.

I'm afraid of heights.

Getting on planes is a pet peeve of mine.

Ralphy sat next to me, "Here, to help you relax." He passed me a bottle of alcohol. "You're trying to give me a liver failure." His left eye twitched as he shoved the bottle in my hand.

I laughed. I dove back the shot straight from the bottle and let my head settle on his shoulder. "Ralphy, I can't stop thinking about Han."

He laughed, "Saying that leaning on another man's shoulder is insane." He turned to me, "Unblock him."

I lifted my head, "Why are you so pro-Han Jisung?" He smiled and played with the curl in my puffball. "He makes you happy. Happier than Zach ever could."

I laughed, "Yeah." Ralphy said, "I hated Zach. He so easily used you, and for what? Now he's a famous cheater."

I laughed, "True, I lost two best friends in one sitting." Ralphy rolled his eyes, "You never lost me." I turned to look at him and smiled.

He's right. Ralphy went to Zach's house and beat his ass. "Okay, enough about my past. I have to study my setlist." He laughed, "Should've done that weeks ago." I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, whatever." I opened my iPad and started to study.

After about an hour of going at it, Ralphy had fallen asleep, and I was a little more tipsy than usual. As it became harder to read my lyrics, I realized how lonely I felt.

I did something even more impulsive than unblock Han. I also deleted his number.

As the FaceTime dialed, I was met with Minho's furrowed eyebrows. He was in a face mask. "Why the hell are you calling me Y/N?" I sighed, "I have to talk to Hannie." "Call him then?"

I groaned, "Give Han the phone, hoe!"

Minho made old man grunt sounds as he got up. He walked to Han's room and slid the phone under the door.

I saw Hannie's cute face poke into the camera. He curiously picked it up and inspected the phone. His eyes lit up, "Hi, baby."

I only smiled, "Hi, Han. I'm drunk right now. I don't know why I'm calling you. Ralphy got in my head again."

Han only smiled at the camera, "You're drunk?" I nodded innocently, "Shh, Ralphy is sleeping." His smile turned into a tint of concern. I only smiled brighter, "How are you?"

I sighed in annoyance, "Oh my gosh, you're on tour! How is it?" His cute cheeks puffed, "Good Y/N. You're on your tour. How are you feeling?" I smiled, "Nervous."

Han always understood me. He cared for me and made me happy, but I have a problem with running away from people.

Han does as well.

The break-up between us was serious. Han thought I wasn't committed to the relationship. Han also had commitment issues. I'm not saying he ever cheated on me. Han would never do that. There are just some underlying issues between us.

I never asked Han about it, but when he'd say affectionate things... it felt fake.

Han would act romantic because he doesn't know how to be in a relationship. I didn't feel safe with him emotionally.

Maybe that's why I ran away.

I know he's been getting better and going to therapy, but I'm just too scared to give him a chance.

Han stared at me for an eon while I thought to myself. "What's going on in that pretty head?"

"Thinking about us."

I covered my mouth as Han laughed, "Yeah? Thinking about us? I smiled, "Hannie, I'm gonna take a nap. Why don't you text me tomorrow morning?"

The way his eyes shined in the light made me wanna punch him with a cute aggression. "I will." I mentioned before hanging up, "Don't forget to give Minho his phone back."

His eyes lit up as he remembered, "Oh yeah. Bye, cutie. Be safe."

"Wassup L.A.!" I screamed as I ran to the middle of the stage. The beat dropped, and I danced like crazy. I sighed in satisfaction as the song ended.

I was quick to end my show because I had a photoshoot after. Being the ambassador of Balenciaga wasn't easy. I walked into my car, waiting. I read through my missed messages.

One stood out.

Han's Final Form👅

You did so good out there baby😫😫😫😫

Han's Final Form👅

Eat well and keep ripping the stage

Han's Final Form👅

OMG WAIT FANS JUST REALESED CLIPS WHY ARE YOU THE NEXT BEYONCE

Han's Final Form👅

wait thank you Beyonce plz don't take my baby mama away from me🧎🏻‍♂️

You

LMFAOO HANNIE 😭

You

shut ur black ass up!

Han usually takes DAYS to reply. When I got an instant text back, I furrowed my eyebrows in surprise.

Han's Final Form👅

OMG you say the n-word one time🙄

Han's Final Form👅

Bad joke, I'm actually really really sorry about that still to this day

You

It's okay Hannie🧍🏾‍♀️

You

I didn't expect you to respond so quick tho

Han's Final Form👅

I'll always text back for you🗣

Han's Final Form👅

Besides, I'm always up until the ass crack of dawn, you know that

Hearing that stung. Did that mean Han was ignoring me before? I know Han was dealing with some depression while we were together. It was to the point where he was shutting out his own members.

You

Oh okay, we're lying now???? remember when you left me on read for a month🤨

Han's Final Form👅

DID I REALLY? I'M SORRY BABY?😅

Han's Final Form👅

You free to facetime?😁💦💦

You

ah no, I have a photoshoot, and then I'm gonna eat, and prolly spend all night at the studio.

Han's Final Form👅

As much as I love that you're a strong independent baddie😍

Han's Final Form👅

Please don't overwork yourself

You

I won't hannie

The conversation ended after he left a heart on my message. Han told me he was in the studio at the moment. That conversation felt so natural between us.

Maybe there is hope in the future.

The car finally stopped, and I walked out. The shoot was for Balenciaga. I was trying on their winter-season clothes.

The huge puffer jacket and sunglasses made me look so mysterious. My hairstylist was installing my wig when I got a call from Lil Nas X.

"Hi, bitch!" I waved at the camera. "Hi, hoe. I'm getting my wig done." He turned the camera over to his studio set up, "When is your ass getting here? It took you so long, I started working on another song."

I laughed, "Nas, I'll be over in an hour. I have a shoot!"

"Hurry your black ass over here."

I laughed and said, "Okay, bye."

"Buh, bye."

He hung up the phone, and I continued to read my book.

My stylist said, "You have tight curls, very pretty." I laughed, "Thank you! Actually, I've been needing to get a new stylist. My other one got fired for always showing up late."

The older woman smiled, "Of course, who do I contact?" I laughed, "Me, you're hired!"

I was at Nas's place. He had alcohol on the table and some snacks for me. "Hi!" I took a deep sigh and ran to his seat.

"PIANO KEYS!" I kissed his piano keys. "I don't clean those." I paused and pulled away, "EW!"

"Who the hell cleans their piano keys?"

I crossed my arms, "ME?!"

Nas shook his head, and I went back to tending the computer.

I opened the music file we were working on and quietly listened to what we had done. I said, "I was recording something real quick. I don't know if you'll like that."

Nas sat on the couch, "Your melodic variety is why you're so famous. It's always unique."

I smiled shyly and played the song. Nas scowled while he nodded his head along my flow. He nodded, "I love this shit! Record that now."

I grabbed his mic and plugged it in. I started to arrange my part because I wanted some individuality.

Nas asked, "We all know what you and Han did after the Met. So, have you talked to him?" I pretended I didn't hear him.

"Nigga! I know you hear me." I shook my head, "NOOOOO! I don't wanna talk about it." Nas scooted a chair beside mine, "The bassline is on A sharp minor, not G minor."

I moved the scale up, and it started to sound right. "You need to talk to Han. I mean, I get you got your trauma and shit, but you two need to put that in the open. If you can't, then you can't trust him, and you two need to work that out, too."

I slammed my head into the keys. "Again, those are not clean." I sat my head back up.

"The thing is, ever since that shit happened with Chloe and Zach, I just can't do relationship shit. That hurt so fucking much. To see my own best friend riding on my boyfriend's dick like it was the greatest thing ever... it was disgusting."

Nas put a hand on my shoulder and rubbed it, "I get that girl, but Han won't do the same shit."

My shoulder's sunk, "It's not just that. Han's feelings feel like a facade."

Nas nodded, "You should tell him that."

"I will, maybe.... not? I don't know. It's scary to put my feelings out there."

Nas said, "Well, you gotta try."

I shied away and began to record the music. We played around with the mixing for about an hour and a half before Nas brought out the alcohol.

I bit my lip and waited for the burn to hit my throat. When it did, I let out a tight 'ah.' Nas said, "Hennesy tastes like sweet sewer water." I rolled my eyes, "You can't appreciate alcohol."

He was right. I am crazy for drinking straight alc with no chasser, but that's just the way that I am.

I smiled while looking at all the tracks I ended up recording.

"Fuck, did I go overboard with the mixing again?"

Nas shook his head, "I love when you do harmonies. It's pretty, but you need to go home. Ralphy is gonna kill me. You have an interview at 7 AM."

I sighed. "Shit, you're so right."

I was back at my interview. We talked about the album and what's next. It was fun being here and talking with the interviewer.

"I'm not saying I hate people who wear socks with flip flops, just saying if I see you in public like that, it's on sight."

The interviewer laughed, "You heard here, first folks. S/N is a stone-cold killer. Now you have a song in your album called Ponyo, and you even have a tattoo related to that movie. What does that movie mean to you?"

I smiled, "An ex of mine introduced it to me. I loved that movie and what it represented. I made a song about how I wanted my life to be like that. It's stupid and kiddish, but I'm happy with how the song came out."

The interviewer reassured me, "Not at all. I think the movie producer would love that it had this much of an impact on you. It's one of your most popular songs."

I laughed, "Yeah, it is. Thanks to my fans, they got me in contact with the producer, and I got to see his live reaction to it. Hayao Miyazaki has a beautiful soul."

The interviewer asked me more about the album and me. Then, I was on my way to the next show.

Han told me he was on his way out of Korea, and we'd probably cross paths toward the middle of our tours. We'd meet in Australia.

It wasn't long before I was taking my plane ride there. I was equally nervous and excited. I couldn't wait to see Han, but I was also afraid. Performing in Australia before Stray Kids was going to be a humbling experience.

Han had saved me two tickets so I could bring a friend. I didn't know who I should've brung, so I brought Ralphy.

I sat in my VIP section and watched as the beat of their songs came up.

I smiled and leaned my head on Ralphy. He held my hand, and I watched as the boys filed out.

God, Han looked so good. I wanted to touch him in god-awful ways.

I looked over at Ralphy as he admired the live singing.

"Ralphy, you look like you're developing a crush." He leaned down and said, "I'm a straight male, also in love with my girlfriend."

I looked at our hands and moved away, "Jesus, text your girlfriend and tell her I'm being too touchy again." He laughed and pulled out his phone.

I watched in excitement as the boys danced to the songs. It was scary as they started to leave the stage to run to the crowd.

I prayed in my head that Han wouldn't come over here. I thanked everything that he didn't, but do you know who couldn't help himself?

Felix.

His smile spread as he gave me a big hug. I giggled as everyone recorded the two of us. He ran off, and I could see it now.

A fuck-ass photo of me and a headline accusing me of dating Felix. I don't even like Felix romantically! I LIKE HIS FRIEND!

I sighed and smiled at my fans. Everyone asked to take a picture, and I shook my head, "It's about the boys tonight. Maybe afterward outside 'cause I love y'all so much!"

The crowd giggled as I slowly got them to focus back on the stage.

It was just all too messy. What was messier was the text I got from Han.

Han's Final Form👅

xxx xxx xxx

Han's Final Form👅

That's my hotel😗

Han's Final Form👅

You look so good in casual clothing

Han's Final Form👅

You look so good always

Han's Final Form👅

I'm so hard rn and I need you under me😫😫😫😫😫😫

You

Jesus Han LOCK IN... AREN'T YOU WORRIED ABOUT RUMORS OF ME AND FELIX?!

Han's Final Form👅

No idgaf

Han's Final Form👅

Felix is more likely to like men than you 🙄

You

That is so rude of you to say

Han's Final Form👅

Y'know I'm kidding

Han's Final Form👅

Please🧎🏻‍♂️

Han's Final Form👅

I need to smell you again

Han's Final Form👅

I miss you

You

Fine but be prepared to get very angry text from Ralphy

Han's Final Form👅

I am scared of that man but I'm so down bad that I can't find it in my heart to care rn🤤

You

LMAO I'M COMING!

I whispered to Ralph, "I need you to drop me off at this hotel."

Ralph rolled his eyes, "Jesus, you two are like rabbits in spring."

I could only smile as we walked out. I didn't notice the crowd of people following until I was getting into my car. "PLEASE! S/N!? WE NEED A PHOTO REMEMBER?!"

I excitedly squealed, "OKAY! I'm coming!" I giggled as I got crowded by fans to take pictures. "Hey, wait... I know you. You run that fan page about me!"

The girl started crying in my arms and asked, "Oh my god, can I hug you?" "Of course you can!" She ran in and hugged me tightly. Her body was shaking in mine.

I started to realize how much I meant to her. How much it mattered to see me like this.

"Don't cry! It's okay! I'm just me!" She said in my muffled shirt, "I'm never gonna wash this shirt. You smell amazing." I laughed, "You're so funny!"

The group of girls all asked for autographs and photos. I did love my fans a lot. They really love me and my art. That makes me so happy and proud.

When they waved goodbye, I almost didn't want them to leave. "I'm gonna post something at 2pm tomorrow. Will you guys comment? I wanna see you again." The girl who was crying nodded, "Yes! I'll do it."

I laughed, and they ran off together. Ralph opened the door for me and mumbled, "I don't know how you do it. You really love your fans."

I watched them safely run off. Ralphy entered the driver's seat. Before we started driving, he asked, "Do you have condoms?" I rolled my eyes, "Han usually has some."

Ralph sighed, "Good, I don't feel like dealing with a miniature hornhog."

I laughed as he pulled off. The drive wasn't long.

When I entered the grand hotel, Han stood in the lobby with flowers.

"Hi, baby." I looked at the way he was dressed.

He wore that blue plaid shirt, a white t-shirt underneath, and baggy blue jeans.

"You tricked me. You're taking me on a date." He laughed, "Not really, I can't go out, so we're going to my hotel room."

I smiled as he held his hand out for me. I know he's the kind of romantic guy who tells romance stories, but... I feel like this feels a little show-and-tell-ish.

The elevator looked so fancy as we headed upward. Han smiled, "You look beautiful, you know that?" I quirked an eyebrow, "Hah, thanks Hannie. You don't look too bad yourself."

His smile was content. I looked away suddenly, feeling the awkward air between us. He nudged me, "Don't get shy on me." The elevator opened, and he held my hand. He walked me to his room and opened the door. I was greeted with candles, flowers, comfy comforters, and a movie on pause. I looked at the food service and ice cream on the table, and my eyes widened.

"Han..." He kissed my cheeks, "You like it?" I leaped toward the pile of pillows and comforters and crashed into them. It was a soft landing.

Han just laughed at my antics. He threw off his plaid shirt and joined me on the ground.

"I thought you'd like it."

I took in his arm muscles in his shirt. His chest looked prominent, and his shoulders were broad.

'Right where your legs belong, baby.' Han whispered that to me on one of our late nights together. It sent this shiver up my spine.

I smiled and gave him a big hug. Han's voice was muffled in my shirt when he said, "I don't know what you wanted to watch, so I just turned on anything."

His breath built up heat on my shoulder. I pulled away to look at him.

I didn't care. I was happy Han did all of this. Even when that feeling in my heart gives me this tinge. Even when the smile on his face has this faint nervousness that lets me know he's not sure.

I knew what he was doing... but I couldn't resist.

"Hey, baby? Before we start the movie, can we talk about something?"

I looked at him, confused, "Of course... what is it?" He smiled while wrapping the cover around me and pulled me in for a kiss. My eyes widened as my body relaxed against his.

Maybe I was wrong about where this night was going.

Han slid his hand into the blanket and plopped on my lap. I could feel how hard he was in his jeans. I just wanted to ride him to the sunset, but Han pulled away to my surprise.

He never pulls away.

"Baby?" I quirked an eyebrow at him. "Yeah? What's up?" He pouted, "I thought we should talk about us."

I blinked, "Us?" He nodded. He looked into my eyes as my face slowly turned into a frown. My eyebrows furrowed, causing Han to instinctively rub his thumb across my wrinkles. "I want us to try to be in a relationship again."

I shook my head, "We ended it for a reason."

"Yeah, I gave you my reason, but you never told me why you were so ready to leave me."

I rolled my eyes, "You said it. I'm not ready for it. That's what you told me."

His eyes lowered, "You know you say that but��if you don't want this... if you never wanted it, why do you call me your ex?"

I paused for a beat.

Han continued, "Are you afraid to admit that you want me? Is commitment that scary? You call me an ex because you figured you loved me, and instead of being communicative, you fled."

I paused. Han just read me like an open book. "Shit Han! Can I be fucking happy!? DO I HAVE TO BE TIED DOWN TO YOU? I CAN'T TRUST YOU!"

His eyes widened as he noticed how panicked I got so quickly. He spoke calmly, "Why? What is it about me you can't trust?"

I looked away, "I..." I didn't want to tell him. I was so scared to inform him. I felt cornered. My walls came crashing down, and I started crying.

Han's big brown eyes got immense as he jumped at me. He hugged me so tight I thought I'd suffocate. "Please, don't cry. I hate it when you cry."

I sobbed. I just kept crying and wouldn't stop. Something about this whole situation made me feel so scared.

Han pulled away to take in my face. He wiped my tears and asked, "You want some ice cream?" I nodded and crawled over to the ice cream on the coffee table. I stuck the spoon in the tub and sucked on it.

There was only one spoon. I guess Hannie wanted to share one tonight.

I sniffled as the cold went down my throat, making me feel immediately better. I bit my lip to work up the courage to talk.

Han was staring at me with this carefulness in his eyes. Like I was a porcelain doll on the edge of the shelf just inches from falling.

I finally spoke, "I'm scared of you."

His body tensed as he waited for me to continue. I was trying hard to open up, and the only thing I could get out was, 'I'm scared of you?'.

"I'm scared you'll hurt my feelings, so I run away. You told me you loved me, and I freaked out. But it's because of something about you."

He asked, "What's that?"

I motioned my hand around the decorations in the living room, "When you do stuff like this, it feels artificial. It feels like you're only doing this for show. I don't feel like you're doing it because you love me. You know who else I got that feeling from?"

He sighed, "I'm not Zach."

I smiled, "I know, you so much better. Your talented, skilled, prettier, buffer, bigger dick, clean-"

Han cut me off, "Hold on... what'd you say?"

I shook it off, "But you're better than him. You're already famous, so you can't use me for fame. And you can't fuck Ralphy because I'm pretty sure you're not gay... I mean, I don't know for sure. The way you act with Minho is kinda suspicious."

"Y/N, the point?" I bit my lip and confessed, "But I also don't feel comfortable talking to you about my feelings on my things, but..." I squeezed my eyes shut, "I love you too, and it scares me."

I still had my eyes shut, "It gives me panic attacks at this point. I'm scared of getting the truth smacked in my face. I'm not like the Asian girls, and you have girls lined up just ready for you at all times. You'll likely venture off and do something that'll hurt me in the long run."

Han looked hurt, "Y/N... I completely get where you're coming from. Sometimes, I have trouble expressing myself, and I've been working on that in therapy. But, I wanna work on myself, and I wanna work on myself with you."

We stared at each other for a while. There was just this unexplainable silence between us. It was a while before Han asked, "So what do you wanna do?"

"I wanna be with you... but one condition." I started climbing on his lap as he stared at me longingly, "Yes?" I smiled, "You have to be patient with me... and love me your way." He smiled, "I will. I'll always do it my way."

I leaned down slowly, and our lips crashed into each other. Han's traveled to my hips. I started grinding on his hard dick. Han groaned in my mouth.

I smiled as I unzipped his pants. I still hadn't let go of our kiss. Han pulled back and watched me unbutton his pants. He looked back up at me with those pretty eyes.

His hands traveled to the hem of my shirt, and he started to lift it. My lace bra was thin. It showed the mountains of my nipples.

We leaned back into another kiss as it started to get heated. There were silent words behind Han's stares. They were pleading with love.

Han's hand dipped under my bra, and he grabbed my boob and squeezed. I let out a pant as I pulled away. I started to unclip my bra, but Han beat me to it.

He's gotten me out of this bra a lot of times in the past. He told me that this was his favorite one. Han's eyes widened as he stared at my titties.

I started grinding on him, and he squeezed his eyes shut in agony. "Fuck, I know, baby. I need to get you wet first." His back was against the couch as he lifted up with me.

He carried me to the bed and turned off the TV quickly. Han liked to fuck in the dark. He said it gives him more of an excuse to let his hands roam.

My back fell flat on the bed as he unzipped my pants. The vibrations of the pants zipping sent this ticklish feeling to my pussy. He pulled them down while looking at me. His eyes said everything his mouth couldn't. "I want you."

I smiled, "I know Hannie."

His thumb rubbed against my clit, causing an electrical wave to shoot through my pussy to my chest. I whined. "Mm, that feels good as always, right?"

I nodded as he bent closer to trap me in another kiss. My tongue traced his lip, and his lips parted. His wet tongue slid into my mouth. His thumb turned into two fingers. They slid into my hole, and I moaned in his mouth.

He loved when I did that.

He let out a satisfied huff against my face.

He kissed and sucked on my neck as I let his fingers dig into my hole. His slow pace was just as gratifying. I started to pant and whine. "I need more."

Han pulled away from my neck and kissed down my stomach. He sucked on my clit as his fingers continued digging in my hole. The sheets balled up in my hands.

"Fuck Han." He smiled against my clit, and my nails moved to his hair. I massaged his scalp and pressed his face closer to my pussy. His wet soft lips kissed my clit, and my body tensed.

Han sucked harder and let his fingers go deeper into me. I moaned louder as he quickened his finger's pace. I felt myself starting to cum around his fingers. My moans became more girlish and high-pitched.

He let me ride down his fingers as my hips bucked into his palm. "Mm, mm. Ah~" My panting slowed down finally.

Han licked his fingers and towered over me. "I'm hurting right now." I laughed as he looked at me playfully. He leaned down to give me a kiss. "I know this hurts to hear, but I won't be able to control how many times I confess my love to you tonight."

I smiled, "That's okay."

He pulled my panties down and pulled his pants down. I bit my lip as I looked at his beautiful dick again.

He pressed himself against my entrance, and I braced myself for the stretch. Han dug himself deep into my hole, and I gasped. He was pacing into me slowly as his hands roamed to my chest. "Kiss me, please?"

He obliged quickly. The kiss was messy as he thrust into me hard but slow. My body rocked to him. Han kissed my neck, leaving probably another hickey. I felt his big dick hit my G-spot finally.

I whimpered from the feeling. Our bodies made noises together as Han's dick thrusts deeper into me. The friction in me started to build as my body heated up more.

"You okay, baby?" I peeked open my eyes, "Ah~ mhm." He smiled and kissed me.

"God, I love you."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I came around him. Those words made me feel vulnerable enough to cum.

My body shook under him, and his thumb rubbed my hip. He helped me ride through it. He kissed me softly. "Baby, I won't see you for another month or so, so I'm gonna fuck you for every day we won't see each other."

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my suggestion could be i dont know if you seen this show called the l word before but there is a character named dana fairbanks and she RADIATES tashi duncan energy. so if you could maybe make a dana fairbanks inspired tashi duncan x reader or if you haven’t seen it i was thinking former model reader x tashi is a good one too 🤍

I’ve literally always wanted to watch the L word and I’m gonna have to start it soon bc I GET what you mean omg !!! And former model reader x Tashi hits my niche on the NOSE. This took me forever to publish bc I just had so many ideas I wanted to go with 😭 so I hope this is good !!! 🤍

IS IT A CRIME TO WANNA SHINE ?

✩ Pairing: Tashi Duncan x reader

✩ Word count: 3k

✩ Summary: your a wild and free it-girl, adjacent to a life going on to be an inspiring top model when you suddenly meet Tashi, you then start to crave even more

✩ Warnings: eventual smut !, gxg, age gap (reader early 20's) Tashi mid to late 30’s, failed!marriage Tashi, fingering, slight angst, spanking, cursing, degrading, pet names, needy reader, brief mentions of substances, Tashi went blonde after her divorce (blonde hair Z during the Challengers press tour)

Your life was casting calls, early (or late night) rehearsals & fittings, caffeine runs, flights back and forth around the country, and fashion show after fashion show, after party after after party..

You loved the career you were lucky enough to pursue, you had all the beauty, ideal body, and money. You’d been on top of the world but you were also twenty two and nearing burnout.

Your love life was non existent unless it was last minute hook ups, and you’d go home to a cold bed. Empty hearted and longing for someone to make it all change.

And it did change rather quickly when you met her.

“Um- excuse me, can I get by ?” You covered your eyes as lights and flashes blinded you. Trying your best to maneuver by meddling paparazzi, and your few body guards were barely any help. You were rising to the top but still hadn’t always been able to get the best protection which was essential for a young girl like you — even though to the outsiders it had seemed your life was so glamorous and beyond, even a dazzling starlet like you had struggles. It wasn’t always pretty.

You had finally been able to scurry to your limo and you were taken off fast to your next destination, an after party hidden for only the most relevant socialites and models in the industry. You’d known a few athletes and actors would have been there too since the club was well known yet anyone hardly got an invite.

Even you were declared lucky enough to be attending as you were still merely just an it-girl trying to find her place on the scale. When security tried to stop and ask you for verification because you looked far underaged, you rolled your eyes and dug through your thousand dollar Versace bag you did not pay for, to pull out your id.

Just a walk around, say hi to a couple known faces, and go home. We have an early rehearsal tomorrow.

You had a drill. The dozens of times you’d gone to these parties, you learned it was all a tactic,. simply being just work and networking for you — you were on a schedule. As much of a sex symbol your agents tried to present you as, deep down you’d still been this shy and reserved girl from your home tow, only difference is you just knew you had bigger places to be.

Lights low and music blaring throughout the place filled with bodies and people way too into their own self obsession to notice you after a while, all you wanted to do was have a smoke, maybe a drink. You’d known as big as the space was there had to be somewhere you could get away.

You headed upstairs to another area that was a bar as well, but much more relaxed. No club lights flashing and heels clashing against the marble floors by influencers hanging off their nearing the grave “boyfriends”.

But there had been one person sitting at the bar, and there had definitely been some interesting heels.

You’d seen the back of her excellent lean body. Almost in a way that was unreal. Legs had been slender and long, you had to double check if you’d been hallucinating at the sight of her.

She’d been wearing a full sparkling silver dress that had a pleated skirt with a few navy blue stripes lining it. It was preppy but in a glamorous and classy way.

Her skin tan and soft short blonde curls sat on her shoulders, it gave you a Marylin Monroe feel. And her heels — you’d never seen anything like them. They were Louboutins with tennis balls on the six inch heel ?

You took a breath as you examined her figure, stepping in the quieter room, you’d gone straight to the bartender as they asked your drink preference.

“Um, a gin and tonic please ?” you thanked the bartender before turning to peer at the woman a few feet from you, her hair draped over most of her face and all you could really see was her perfectly sculpted nose.

“Are those… tennis balls on your heels ?” You questioned softly, and the blonde had looked up at you, striking brown eyes searched your face under her lashes coated beautifully with mascara.

You had swallowed over a new lump in your throat at her gorgeous features. Never had you seen a woman so beautiful.

She’d look so familiar as well, you couldn’t tell if it was nolstagia, but you could of sworn you had posters of her on your walls when you were young- oh my god.

It’s Tashi Duncan.

The blonde highlights had thrown you a curb since you always remembered her with brown hair, but you remembered she had been much older since the days when she was every tennis girls idol in your eleventh year. Plus, you’d heard she’d gotten a divorce with her star tennis player husband, Art Donaldson.

Either way, fuck had the blonde complimented her eloquently. You’d been completely mesmerized by the way it framed her face.

“Oh these ? Yeah, they’re Loewe.” Her tone smooth as she looked down at the silky white shoes with a striking heel, neon green from the balls just tying it all together.

“I-I love them,” later you’d scorn yourself for stuttering like some starstruck fan. “Are you debuting in fashion week this year ? Not to be a bother but, you’re such a huge inspiration for women like me..you’re amazing.”

You shut your eyes quickly. You sounded way too juvenile. But Tashi had showcased a small flattered smile as she examined you face. You expected her to be unbothered and just walk away, after all you were merely just a dumb little model girl, frolicking around New York on a trust fund to her. She was a powerful and sophisticated woman who worked hard for everything she has. With all her shit together and much more life experience than you.

“No, I um.. I’m here for the fashion, but what to add to my company’s new roll out. I’m looking for models to campaign for me as well, but no luck so far. A lot of these girls all the same, and the designers they walk for pussy.” she spoke over her glass of vodka and your eyes glossed over with an immediate burn of yearning taking over your body.

You had forgotten that after Tashi stopped playing tennis from her infamous injury, but she hadn’t stopped there. She became one of the biggest business women in the industry, with her name tied to multiple brands. She was richer than your worth to be standing next her right now — but you were a strong believer in destiny. And being told she was looking for models to run for her brand,

She might as well say she’d been looking for you.

“Oh, that’s.. awesome. I’m walking in Milan for Vera Wang in a fortnight. But yeah, they make this all seem so serious but a lot of it is bullshit.” You thought if you threw in some pretty words she’d take you seriously. Coming from being in this industry since you were sixteen years old, you knew your way around selling yourself quick and sharply. In desperate hope she’d maybe let it run through her own to let you model for such a woman like herself. That you weren’t just one of those model girls.

“Lovely.” Tashi’s eyes graced over your tall slender body, you’d been so happy you went with a shorter Chanel dress and not the leather Prada pants you we’re pondering on. “You play tennis ? I know a lot of younger models love to think they’re all tennis players these days.”

You couldn’t help but let out a tiny laugh at her joke, but it had been true, you nodded over your glass of gin.

“Yeah, I play a little here and there with friends. But nothing like your upbringing, my god, I could never.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself.” Her eyes had narrowed but still sparked all the way, and she’d glanced at the way you licked your lips shorty. Your face heating up at the way her finger ran around the rim of her glass.

You couldn’t help but think about them sinking into your mouth.

Tashi took a breath to lean back against her chair, then she had leaned up to asked the bartender for a pen and napkin. When he brought it back to her, she had started scribbling on the paper, her slender fingers manicured with a nude color.

“If you ever want to model for me.” She handed you the napkin with her number and you’d feel like you had to stop breathing for a moment. Not even most high class brand deals had ever gotten you all flustered like this, but when it came to hot older women, you’d been like putty. You couldn’t deny it.

“Oh my god.. okay, okay I’d love to. I’ll contact you.” You had given her a girlish smile which you rarely ever did, it was all about resting bitch face, and to Tashi’s defense she had quite liked the lightness too you. The hope I’m your eyes that far too many girls your age had given up on already. She knew you had a spark.

In that moment, you had been already getting prepared for the dreams you’d have that night about being Tashi’s favorite and best model. When you said you wanted to be on top, you meant here.

And that was three years ago.

And not only had you become her best model, top seller in everything you wore, shown off on your angelic like body, making all your friends from your intern Jobs at Vogue envious with hate — that you’d eventually bump up even higher to becoming her girlfriend, but then that extended when you became the Tashi Duncan’s ex supermodel wife.

Now at the ripe age of twenty four, you’d no longer needed to run around to casting calls and auditions, nor even model unless either you desired too or you’d been offered to walk in fashion week.

You’d been promised a life of luxury. With Tashi by your side, letting you be her pride and joy that took her even farther to the next level. Your days had consisted of being a stay at home wife, going on yachts, accompanying her to photoshoots and work dinners, and you would even play tennis often in your free time with you and Tashi’s shared wealthy friends.

You had the life you’d always wanted in the palm of your hand, never did you honestly have to lift a finger. And definitely no thinking on your feet or wondering when the next spontaneous adventure would be really.

And as enticing as it all was, it could at times get a little mundane even for you.

“Make sure she arrives to her lessons on the dot. And I don’t want tv time running to late when practice is over.” you over heard Tashi on the phone with her mom whom was watching over her daughter Lily while the two of you took a quick work trip (flying to Europe.)

You’d been on Tashi’s private jet just about to take off in due time, and you watched as your wife sipped on a cup of Matcha by one of the window seats. Her light colored locks pulled up into a French roll, and some of her bangs hung over her lashes.

She wore a suit dress, white with fabric silky of the softest kind. The way she wore the blazer had her glowing tan skin on display. A true sight for sore eyes.

She was beautiful in every way, and not even your own overachiever mindset could still grasps the fact that she had been your wife overall.

“Okay. Love you too, bye.” Tashi hung up the phone and dropped it onto the table in front of her in a unbothered manner as she went right back to her laptop to check emails.

You, observant and always in witness of the life you two had altered together, watched her. Pondering by the cafe station that was stocked with dozens of different flavors from teas to lattes and all kinds of milks and creamers to choose from.

You’d always gone with almond.

“We have to stop in Florence. There’s a dress fitting you have to attend with Ralph Lauren for this seasons collab.” Tashi spoke to you in orderly to you as she hadn’t even looked up from her laptop screen to meet your eyes. She took a sip from her cup and went right back to typing, you had scoffed and shook your head a bit as you pushed away the container of sugar in your hands,

Leaning against the counter, you remembered when you’d been in your honeymoon phase with the woman you loved most. Happily traveling across the country with her full attention on you. You missed that rush.

You missed her.

“Oh..” you trailed on, voice reluctant as you looked down at your cup, dark black tea. You didn’t even need to look because now you’d known Tashi’s eyes had found your figure from just a few Louis Vuitton sit cases away.

“Yeah ? What’s up ?” Her voice was light although you knew she had picked up on your distance. Now giving you full attention of whatever you had been disproving of from just the sound of your voice.

Her eyes narrowed for a moment at your puzzled expression, finger tips hover the rim of her mug.

“I just thought we’d get Dior this season.” Is all you said. Standing up straighter and looking at the woman who nodded.

“Well, they haven’t decided on if we can or can’t do a campaign this year, it’s been a couple of years we’ve been trying. You know that.” Tashi answered as she let her mug down and you’d known the slight annoyance in her voice all too well. You bit your lip a little in thought.

“I just thought this would be the year. I want Dior, I want to work with them this season.”

Tashi looked at you with a blank expression, trying not to play this game she’d known you’d been treading on for a while now, and you tried not to break a grin at her switch in demeanor to your obvious attempt to make her get unpleasant with you.

“Are you being ungrateful ?”

“No.”

“You’re acting like it.”

“I want a say in what I wear, who I walk for.” You had addressed her more sternly and it was a small moment that had passed before Tashi got up from where she was sitting, to trot over to you calmly.

But that wasn’t so when her hand came up to you sharp, bringing slight pain when she grabbed your chin in her grasp so you could look her eye to eye.

“You don’t wanna do it. Don’t do it. But you can leave.”

Your eyes went to her unsympathetic expression quick, and you tried not to whine at her hold on you.

“You can always leave because I don’t think it runs through that pretty little head of yours that I didn’t get divorced and remarried just to repeat the same shit I did with him. You think this is some fucking charity ?”

You fell back on forming a response when the glint in Tashis eyes as she narrowed at you had, scared you much more than you intended — yet at the same time you couldn’t look away as she got in your face.

“I give you everything. Life, a career, a voice. Let you choose your own hours and let you become of whatever you want while you whine and complain in jewelry that cost more than most people’s rent. And you want what ?” Tashi furrowed her eyebrow as she had grow repugnant of you, which you couldn’t help but love.

“Don’t forget I was your boss first. And I always will be.” Her tone has gone darker as she peers at you, your eyes wide with craving and you’d be lying if you said your core hadn’t become soaking wet when her sent of oak and raspberries was almost suffocating you now.

You’d shown her a soft grin on your lips, signaling you couldn’t have wanted her more right then, she wet her lips intermittently. Tashi turned you around with force and pushed your lower back onto the counter that was embarking you,

“Is this what you want ?” The woman croaked hungrily over your ear as she pushed on your slender body to bend over for her,

“Yes,” you let out a breathe of satisfaction finally.

panting softly as her hands explored your shape and your eyebrows knitted in exhausting bliss when her palm had came down hard on your now exposed ass.

Tashi kissed the space between your neck and shoulders briefly as she whispered,

“You’ve always been an attention whore.”

You couldn’t help but smile as she pulled on your hair to lean up and her fingers graced your heat, wet and pulsing for her. Tashi had hesitated before dipping them into you and you let out a pleading moan, face against the cold marble counter top.

You clawed at something to grab at as her digits pumped you slow than gradually faster, other hand grasping at your waist to seize you because she knew you’d come quick.

And you did with half a cry and half whimper.

You only had a second to catch your breath before Tashi pulled you up straight. She had gently placed your skirt back over your thighs, fixing your presence back to how she found you. Your wife then hovered over your lips,

“Behave.” Was the last thing she said to you without even an apologetic kiss before walking back to her lap top like nothing. You had gone back to your tea and with a pleased simper on your lips indeed.

You were a wild card that would do whatever to be under Tashi’s control, have her notice, and with that she’d known that you’d now be her perfect little model the moment you two would land this evening.

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WORLD TOUR- .01

"Gosh, you just couldn't keep our names out of your mouth."

Flashing lights, loud talking, humid air, crowds full of paparazzi; all screaming to get you to look their way. My breath hitched as I stood up straighter, feeling the fabric of my dress finally move down as it had been tight against my torso. My manager thought it’d be a good idea to go with a tight red dress for the premiere of my new movie. Something I highly wanted to decline but I didn’t know until the last minute.

“[Name]! This way!” A dark-haired lady calls me, her microphone in hand. This was someone that my friend, Emma warned me of. Heading over to her, she gives a quick side hug and has us stand so the camera sees both of us. “How are you, you look amazing!”

How am I? Well to be serious, I am horrible. This dress is squeezing me in what feels like all the wrong places. The flashing lights, it feels like I’m going to go blind with only seeing dots for the rest of my days. The screaming, having to look everywhere all at once. And last but definitely not it, missing home for this movie. Missing my best friends in Germany for America.

“I’m wonderful, seeing so many familiar faces, it’s great." Lying straight through my teeth here. "How are you?” Obviously putting it back to her I start to space out, the loudness of it all being the cause of it.

I wonder what Bill, Gustav, and Georg are doing. Hopefully thinking about me.

Glancing around the lights are still bright. I wonder if their fingers ever hurt from clicking that button repeatedly.

“[Name]?” My eyes flicker to her face.

“Sorry, everything is so overwhelming. The shouting.” I explain, bringing back a smile onto my face. A fake one, of course. “Oh, I totally get it.” She laughs an obnoxious laugh I’m sure everyone hears and finds just as annoying as I do right at this very moment.

“So, how does it feel being away from Germany?” This question makes me raise my eyebrow for the splitest second. It was like she read my mind. “Well, it’s pretty normal to be away just due to all my productions being away or my tours being in the United States. Only thing I will say is I truly miss my best friends.” I tell in a sad tone, at the end though I bite my buttom lip. Picking the dead skin off of it as a nervous habit that most of my fans have even caught on to.

She does another phoney laugh for the viewers. Gosh, if Gustav was here he’d be subtly hitting my arm or squeezing it as he tried not to laugh.

“And your best friends, aren’t they in a famous German band. What are they called again?” She questions the name of my best friend's band? If you’re going to interview me that’s the one thing you should know! It’s all I talk about, Jesus Christ, this lady lives under a rock. “Tokio Hotel,” I say in almost an irritated tone but I caught myself in time to stop it and not make her embarrassed or have this end up on MTV.

“Right, I knew that.” And again with the laugh. Its excruciating.

“How do you know them?”

How do I know them!? It’s all over Myspace! Look on Twitter! Look on Youtube! We have repeatedly told people, over and over and over!

“We’re childhood best friends! Mine and the Kaulitz twin's parents also grew up together. Bill is my absolute best friend, he literally knows everything.” I laugh, talking about them gives me so much happiness, a nostalgic feeling even though we’re still around each other.

“What about the other twin, Tom?” My face faulters a tiny bit.

“Oh, he’s a friend as well. Growing up together how couldn’t we be?” I save myself from a lecture from my manager. She never understood our hatred for each other and because of that both of our managers told us to keep it off screen.

The rest of the interviews were just questions about the movie or about my dress. It was like almost every interview. Most didn’t ask about Tokio Hotel because if they did I’d probably sit there for hours.

By the end of the night, after watching the movie I had gotten into my limo by myself.

I didn’t want to stay with everyone else or go to after parties. I was getting ready to go back to the hotel, change into some comfortable clothes to go back to an airport.

Heading back to Germany, it will sadly take almost 11 hours on a plane. I also get to go back to my kitty, Springroll or Frühlingsrolle. I couldn’t bring her this time since it was just a week's experience so I left her to the twins. Hopefully, Bill didn’t leave her with Tom for too long she might’ve been starved or neglected for too many hours.

Mentally rolling my eyes, we pulled up to the hotel. I lazily got out of the vehicle to another swarm of camera flashes and screams asking me about the night. This paparazzi you can not say a word to. They will twist everything you say. They’re nasty monsters.

I just want to go back home.

“I missed you guys so much!” I laughed, hugging my best friends as they were gathered outside the Kaulitz’s house. “Dude we missed you too.” Georg pulls back, all of us following suit. Bill was still grabbing onto my arm with a wide grin. “We saw every single interview. Gosh you just can’t keep our names out of your mouth?” He teases, the other two guys laugh.

“Did you see-”

“Oh we saw, we saw the one lady.” Gustav cuts me off, and my eyes gleamed before bursting into a fit of laughter. “You guys have no idea how awful that was!” I shouted tugging on Bill as he agreed. We all talked about what I missed or what they should’ve seen while I was in America. It was all pretty wild.

My mother being from Detroit Michigan we go sometimes every now and then. The twins would join sometimes but they’ve never seen every state like I have.

“We have pictures of Tom with Frühlingsrolle while he was sleeping. He will never admit it but they bonded quite well when you were gone?” Georg explains, pulling out his phone to show me the pretty blurry pictures of the other twin with my all-black kitty laying on top of his chest while he slept. His hat was in his hand as his dreads actually laid down.

I smirk, my eyebrows raised in amusement just as the angel of a man spoke, one of the devil's children came out with my cat in her crate.

“Here’s your brat of an animal.” He grumbles, dramatically handing it to me causing all of us to snicker. “What?” He scrunches his nose in confusion. “My brat of an animal?” I repeat.

Bill was practically cackling at this point.

“Yeah? That’s what I said.” He was not getting to what we were saying so Georg takes out his phone again and shows the picture. The boy's face slightly dropped as we all laughed.

“That doesn’t mean anything.” He crosses his arms.

“It doesn’t?” I frown in a sarcastic way making him punch my shoulder. “Aye, unnecessary.” I shove him back.

“It’s okay to be a pussy lover, Tom.” Gustav lays a hand on his shoulder, I shake my head and Tom just plays with his piercing to cover the noticeable smirk he has to attempt to hide his laughter.

“Oh, I’m a pussy lover. Just not [Name]’s.” He flips me off, I nod. “You could never get it even if you wanted to.” I roll my eyes.

“Oh really?” He comes closer and I straighten my posture. “Yup.” I glare at him.

“Never say never,” He shoves me backward a little bit but Bill was behind me to make sure I didn’t stumble further than I could’ve. Before I could say anything else, Tom was making his way back inside.

After he left it was a tad bit awkward. Usually how it goes. Either we go into full blown fights or tiny weird arrangements like that. We couldn’t stand each other if it saved our life. Surprisingly that was longest we’ve been in area together without cameras or outside people and didn’t fight until the last second but still.

A World record for us.

Later than I wanted so I apologize for that. I will try to have the second chapter out tomorrow. I hope everyone enjoyed this, it's fun to get back into writing like I used to:) Also the chapters will be longer:) this is just the beginning.

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therealslimshakespeare · 1 year ago

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Gigi -the unbaked thots:

• Bath •

Summary: I’ve had so many requests for this universe (including a bath time which this includes) and I appreciate all of y’all’s patience. I find this universe the hardest to write for and create entire scenes and fics out of so in order to keep it from dying out I intend to loosen up a little and start throwing out headcanons for y’all to enjoy in the meantime, you can watch for them with this header above. For now enjoy a trash bit of nastiness I wrote in under an hour in the middle of the night last night -kudos to the minxs @eliseinmemphis and @stylespresleyhearted

Warnings: Explicit! 18+ Bath sexy times, grinding, fingering, praying during sex, age gap, slight degradation, voluntarily drinking bath water containing cum. Yup.

Era: September 1977

Well here they are. On the dreaded tour.

But for now -there are bubbles. So many bubbles. And the heavy rumble of the bath’s jets and the golden glow of the dimmed bathroom lights in the hotel suite and the slippery bulk of Elvis as he grumbles beneath Gigi while she writhes amidst the foam of his rinsed shampoo.

“Sloppiest lil rider I ever-“ his face is shining in a heated glow, he is awash in pink cheeked arousal and Gigi persists, wearing herself out for his little gasps and the twitches of an eyebrow here and there. Bouncing adamantly atop his thick thighs in the swirling water and trying her avid best to slip his fat length inside her. She’s been trying since day one and every time it’s

-“not yet, Gigi, not yet, s’posed to be special and you’re special baby girl, not somethin’ to rush with someone special like you, see, I uh, i-i-it’s special-“

Gigi thinks having his rock solid cock inside her would be special enough.

“ ‘member the other night,

daddy?” She asks him in a huff, winded from the exertion as she pins his throbbing length against himself and grinds her clit against the hairs on his rounded belly, full of desperation born of youthful overexubernace, “remember how -how - when you were teasing me -and you pressed against my little hole?”

Elvis lets out a long groan in reply, slapping his hands against the sides of the tub in sexual frustration, causing his rings to clank and his bracelets to jangle against the porcelain. He can feel himself swell even more, the ache in his balls nearly unbearable at the proximity to snug tightness that he’s been denying himself for a myriad of reasons that are making less and less sense now, the more Gigi’s glossy wet tits slap his face silly.

“Oooh, oh I feel you-“ she gasps, as that redundant piece of meat between his thighs gives a hearty little twitch at the memory of her tiny hole and it’s fluttering need.

“You son of a bitch,” Elvis hisses to his traitorous little friend who’s acting very stalwart in his determination to find nothing but a tight cunt sufficient stimulation for release -it was easier back when little Elvis was a limp and useless dong: “this is the one time i’m asking you not to work. C’mon, don’t fail me now I-I- hell… O-o-our father. Who art in heaven-“

Gigi buries her face into the steamy crease where his cheeks meet his throat and licks at the salt there that not even the bath can remove. His hands fly to grip her hips and he yanks her up and down, grinding harshly against her raw little center as her breasts smash against his broad chest.

He regularly complained to the boys about her voraciousness and got no sympathy, not even when they saw it for themselves with the way he could barely get his seat in the limo, have his water handed to him and a towel before she was taking off his belt, unzipping his jumpsuit and inevitably giving lil Elvis some strong mouth suction. The boys had gotten used to ignoring him dumping a load down this little girl’s throat in the blurry blaze of street lamp lit nights and cranking up the radio to hide her moans every jet flight. Nothing about it was fitting and it wasn’t even to his tastes -so Elvis insisted- but it was real nice to be so wanted, even if the voraciousness of it was all a little alarming and out of hand.

Yet, God knows Elvis wanted Gigi badly. It half scared him sometimes and the rest of the time it kept him alive.

As did Lisa in an entirely different way and between the two girls tearing up his sedate plans for self mortification and permanent hermitage, Elvis found some zest for life returning to his soul as August became September and tabloids went from calling Gigi “the new girl” to calling her his whore and the colonel went from not answering his phone to leaving a perpetual red light on the message box and it went from kisses and snuggles in his Graceland bed to frantic grinding like this after every show that had her caterwauling in his arms begging to be torn open by his cock and him grunting like a bear in heat as he spurted against her belly and smashed the button for the tub jets to stop.

Wouldn’t do to circulate superstar spunk in a Cincinnati hotel jacuzzi.

“Mmm, that feel good daddy?” her sweet voice asks as the singing angels dim and the sense of time and space and his spent cock bring him back into consciousness.

“Uhuh. Feels real good.” he admitted sheepishly and felt her plump lips pressing to his bashful grin.

He returns it, pouring his love into her with the cradling of her head in his hands and the flick of his tongue against hers and the languid massaging of lips.

Gigi swirls the milky strands of his spend in the bath water between them, giggly and invigorated. She gets this way after climaxing and Elvis can only blearily smile and indulge the way she drags him around and makes him stand and get out of the tub, how she pats him down with towels like he’s a boy child and chitters to him about backstage gossip, praises for his performance of the night and Tammy’s latest tips for making Jerry’s life a living orgasmic hell. All while pressing kisses to every single part of his body as she goes along.

She’s found goosey places on Elvis that he didn’t even know existed.

Gigi is drying his shoulders when she sees the last remnants of the tub water cycloning in a swirl towards the drain, precious pearly strings cavorting like ribbons in the eddy.

Her conversational chatter ceases abruptly with a regretful -“oh no!“

She drops the sodden towel.

He watches her kneel, crouched and bent and glorious in a soft line of naked beauty from the back. Thought his maidenly idyl is shattered as she faces away from him and in what seems to be an impulsive moment of adoration, Gigi leans over the tub, hard porcelain lip digging into her sternum as she ducks her head and dips her mouth to the tepid bathwater.

He can hear her slurping.

Her graceful bracing in position and the greedy working of her throat suggest competency at this vile practice that makes his stomach lurch and spent cock swell thickly against his thigh. Without autonomy he hears himself grunt appreciatively.

“Fuuuuck me.” he drawls in disbelief, shuffling closer to watch the whole of it, the working of her sweet mouth sucking up his diluted seman and the arch of her back showcasing pink little pussy lips glistening from the back.

It’s sick and he’s terribly in love.

“That’s my good baby girl,” he finds himself praising this heinous degradation, hand coming to rest on the dip of her lower back, “not lettin’ m’lil contrition go to waste.”

It makes her strain to get as deep in the tub as she can, legs taut and face red from the blood rushing downwards to her cheeks as she chases gravity against the flow of the drain, his hand heavy and encouraging as it palms her ass, the pinch of his rings and the grunting, savage, male appreciation for her wantonness making her squeeze her thighs together in hopeless dissatisfaction.

A sting jolts her as his hand collides in an approving slap across her plush backside. The desire to make him proud eggs her on and she crawls further over the ledge, hair dragging in the drain.

Elvis’ hand once groping her butt moves until he’s peeling her apart and sliding in the long lengths of his middle and ring finger into her tight heat, meanly stabbing inside her as she’s bent double, tonguing at the drain for the last of his essence.

“You done this before.” Elvis’ voice is low, without a shred of questioning.

“Yes.” she moans, rosy cheek pressed to the wet floor of the now empty tub. “I always do this when you leave some left over, daddy.”

Elvis watches his fingers sink into pink plushness again and again, rings acting like stoppers at each culmination, spearing her until Gigi is sobbing and spasming over the tub edge, mouth wide open screaming for him with a tongue white from his spend, as broken as he is over the need to fuck her.

Sore and puffy, he assumes he’s learned her a lesson.

Standing her back up tenderly with all gentlemanly grace, Elvis wipes at her slimy cheek with his hands, pleased to find her smile as irrepressible as ever, the only thing on this godforsaken tour that hasn’t disappointed him yet.

“When is soon?” she whines into his kisses as he presses against her, bath quite redundant with the way he has her pinned between the door and his weeping cock, freshly spluttering his devotion against her bare pubic mound like he’s twenty years younger and fit to be such a minx’s lover.

“What?” He questions, murmuring in happy confusion.

“You said you’d make love to me soon.” she insists like a child reminding their senile parent of promises for ice cream after a trip to the dentist. “When is soon?”

Elvis grins through his grunt as he slides against her puffy clit, effortless from her slick and close to coming from images of her drinking his bath- “Soon, little baby,” he pronounces with all the gravity of a wiseman and the authority of a deadly opponent who his hand engulfing her fragile jaw, “-means soon.”

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aliciavance4228 · 6 months ago

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Here's a list with obscure deities from Greco-Roman Mythology to obssess about

Aceso: The goddess of the healing process and Asclepcius' daughter;

Achlys: The goddess of the eternal night, aka the Mist of Death;

Agon: The greek god of competition;

Alala: The goddess of the war cry, daughter of Polemos and one of Ares' attendants;

Alke: The goddess of battle-strenght and Eris' daughter;

Amechania: Apparently the ancient greeks did have a goddess of helplessness too.

Apate: A daughter of Nyx and the goddess of deceit;

Arete: She's more a concept than an actual deity. From what I found, her name means virtue, in the sense of being the best version of yourself or reaching tour highest potential. She was supposed to personify that;

Aristaeus: A minor god primarily known for rustic arts like beekeeping and cheesemaking. And Eurydice's assaulter;

Arke: Iris' sister who was thrown intk Tartarus after betraying the gods and becoming a messager for the titans;

Atë: Eris' daughter and the goddess of mischief, delusion, folly, and reckless impulsiveness that leads to ruin;

Bia: The goddess and personification of force;

Caerus: Very obscure guy and the god of opportunity;

Ceto: An early sea goddess and the mother of the Gorgons, the Graia, Echidna and the Hesperian Dragon;

Cybele: A Phrygian Mother Goddess, her cult being very popular in Anatolia once;

Dike: Goddess of mortal justice and fair judgment;

Dolos: God of trickery and guile, and a former apprentice to Prometheus;

Dysnomia: Daughter of Eris and goddess of lawlessness;

Eleos: A daughter of Nyx and the personification of pity, mercy, clemency, and compassion;

Endovelicus: Worshipped only by the romans, and apparently a deity who came from the Lisutanian Mythology. He was the god of healing and light.

Epione: The goddess of the soothing of pain and Asclepcius' wife;

Eucleia, Eupheme, Euthenia and Philophrosyne: Hephaestus and Aglaea's daughters;

Geras: Son of Nyx and the god of old age;

Homados: God of the noise of battle and all the blood-curdling screaming that implies;

Homonia: Goddess of concord, unanimity, and oneness of mind;

Hygieia: A daughter of Asclepcius and the personification of health, cleanliness, and sanitation;

Iaso: Daughter of Asclepius and the goddess of recuperation from illness;

Janus: Present only in the Roman Mythology, Janus was the god of doorways, gates, transitions, and beginnings and endings;

Kratos: Apparently he actually existed in Greek Mythology, but he was the god of strenght and power;

Limos: Daughter of Eris and the goddess of starvation;

Lyssa: Daughter of Nyx and the goddess of mad rage, frenzy and rabies in animals;

Mithras: Besides the fact that he was a roman god worshipped by a popular mystery cult there are few things known about him;

Momus: Son of Nyx and the god of satire, mockery, censure, writers, and poets;

Moros: Son of Nyx and the god of impending doom;

Oizys: Daughter of Nyx and the goddess of misery;

Pamacea: Daughter of Asclepcius and the goddess of universal remedy;

Peitho: Goddess of persuasion and seduction;

Penia: Goddess of poverty and need;

Phorcys: God of the mysterious dangers of the deep and Ceto's husband;

Plutus: God of wealth;

Polemos: Personification of war;

Ponos: God of hard labor and toil;

Porus: God of plenty and a son of Metis, making him the half-brother of Athena;

Praxidike: The goddess of judicial punishment and the exactor of vengeance;

Priapus: A minor fertility god, known for trying to rape Hestia once and his large equipment;

Ptocheia: Greek goddess of beggary;

Quirnius: An early roman god of Rome itself as a city state.

Seilenos: The god of drunkeness and crushing grapes under foot to make wine and the godfather of Dionysus;

Soteria and Soter: The goddess and god of safety and deliverance from harm;

Zelus: The personification of dedication, emulation, eager rivalry, envy, jealousy, and zeal. Had wings like his siblings (Nike, Kratos and Bia) and was an enforcer for Zeus that stood about his throne;

#greek mythology #greek gods #minor gods #greco roman

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merakiui · 1 year ago

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thinking about androids again, but rather than the plot seen in android jade,,,, consider android floyd who is being developed by tech genius idia shroud with input and funding from business magnate azul ashengrotto.

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, vaguely implied non-con/dub-con, android floyd)

He's designed to be a companion for those who are lonely and in need of the company (whether physically or socially). You're just a tired, overworked university student, so it's mind-boggling to you when there's a sleek limousine parked just beyond campus property. Security guards are insisting you come with them because there's someone who'd like to meet you.

In the limo, you find yourself sitting across from Azul Ashengrotto himself. He doesn't bother with flowery introductions, instead cutting to the heart of the matter. You've been randomly selected to help with a very important phase of his and Idia's project. The general idea is to test how well the android interacts with a normal, ordinary person in a monitored setting.

You're very confused. You never signed up for any lottery, and you certainly aren't affiliated with anything of that sort. You're just trying to get through your degree, survive two part-times, and hopefully make enough to keep afloat for another month. Azul tells you this isn't an issue; you'll be generously compensated for your time and efforts. It's only three months; you'll be permitted to live your life as you normally would, only now you'll be accompanied by a highly intelligent android.

Despite hearing all of this, you hesitate when he reveals the lengthy contract. As you flip through it, analyzing each clause and category, Azul says something that piques your interest. "We don't expect you to house an android in your little apartment. Goodness, that's simply ludicrous. We'll provide your housing for these next three months. After all, we must be able to monitor your progress."

"Housing? What do you mean?"

He smiles at you. Backdropped by leather interior, the lights casting odd shadows on his face, he looks near-sinister. But he leans forward to press a ballpoint pen into your hands and the illusion vanishes. "I think you'll find it quite to your liking. If you've finished your classes for the day, why not visit the property with me? Then you may decide whether you wish to participate."

You're not worried about that part. What worries you the most, however, is the fact that he's right. You are finished with classes for the day and you have nothing planned. You took today off from work. Your schedule is perfectly free.

But of course the Azul Ashengrotto wouldn't know that, would he?

The house is a smart home, equipped with every necessity and appliance. Everything's controlled by a remote here. It's not very far from your university either, built on a hill that overlooks houses below. It feels a little isolating and smells very new and clean. Like that fabled new car smell, only it's a house. But everything is so unique to you. Its minimalistic design is oddly cozy, and you can't help but feel enchanted the deeper you venture through the two-story home. It's all so unreal!

Azul gives you the rundown, explains how the remote and each button works. You can lock doors, open and close windows, mess with the thermostat, turn the home security on and off, and even start the oven. You hold the power to this home in the palm of your hands. It's immensely fascinating.

By the end of the tour, you're shaking his hand and signing his contract, agreeing to three months of study. Not only are you provided this nice home, you'll also be paid per week. And the pay is far more than you were making with your two jobs.

The android has a long, tongue-tying serial number, so to make things easier he's named Floyd. They even gave him a surname in preparation for the twin android who is being designed to complement and mirror him. He certainly looks human when you meet him, but there's this uncanny nature to his presence that slightly unnerves you. He's too perfect. Skin too smooth. Eyes too bright. Hair too soft. He towers over you, having to bend down to walk through the doorframe, and every movement he makes is very mechanical and stiff.

Still, you smile at him and offer your hand. "Hi there. I'm (Name). Your...housemate, I guess."

He nods, peering down at your hand before lifting his own. "Floyd Leech. At your service."

You were expecting to feel coldness, so you startle when his hand fits into yours and it's warm. It feels so very real. So deceptively lifelike. You wonder if he can regulate his own internal temperatures. Just how advanced is he?

"Right... Um, I look forward to getting to know you!"

He nods again, releasing your hand after a perfectly timed handshake.

Azul had given you a special number should you need to reach him or Idia. All you needed to do was phone it if at any point you were to feel confused or unsafe. "But I don't think you'll utilize it," he told you when you stood in the lab, watching Idia Shroud flit around to do final maintenance checks to ensure Floyd was ready for his first trial run. His eyes were open the entire time, two mismatched lights centered on you. His stare was listless, but somehow you felt as if he was looking through to your very soul. "He's very safe. In fact, he's programmed to assess and react appropriately to dangers of all kinds. You'll be safe with him around."

And safe you are.

You've always been alone, so it's nice to have a roommate, even if he only speaks when spoken to. It's awkward for all of one week until you ease into his pattern. From various vantage points throughout the house, Idia and Azul watch through hidden cameras. You cook your meals for yourself and Floyd watches, assisting when you order him to. You leave for class and Floyd waits by the door for you to return, standing stock-still for hours.

You lounge in the sitting room and put on all kinds of films. Action. Comedy. Horror. Floyd's eyes never leave the screen. But sometimes he watches you more than he watches the movie, noting all of your reactions. He doesn't understand why you get so emotional over sappy romances. So you explain it simply: "It evokes emotions. We all have emotions, and these movies make us feel them. Happy. Sad. Angry. Upset. Things like that."

But Floyd doesn't feel. Even so, he listens and he nods along, filing your answers away for later dissection. It's interesting.

By the end of the first month, Floyd's adopted new habits. Ever since you told him he's free to do as he pleases, he's taken to cooking your meals for you, doing your laundry, preparing your bag for the day. He's surprisingly good at it. He does chores when you leave for classes or work. And for the first time in a while you're excited to return home, knowing he's there waiting.

Floyd adds new words and phrases to his ever-expanding vocabulary. You watch a lot of TV together and he starts to use some of what he hears in his own speech. He picks up informal language quickly, and it isn't long until he's using words like sup or dunno instead of the rigid how are you? and I am unsure he was previously programmed with.

The first sign of unrest comes when you realize Floyd's also connected to the smart home. At first you didn't think it was a bad thing. After all, with him controlling it you won't have to worry about getting up to grab the remote if you've already sat down. Floyd can do that for you. But then the remote goes missing, later turning up shattered. You ask Floyd what happened and he looks at you and says, "Why use this piece of junk when you've got me?"

"Still... What if you're not able to help? What if you're in sleep mode and I need to open a window or something?" you argue, cradling the splinters of remote like they're an injured baby bird.

"That won't happen," he replies smoothly, issuing you a soothing smile. "I'm always gonna be here for ya. Count on it."

And you do because, by the time the three months are nearing their end and Floyd's developed into quite the companion, more and more human than he's ever seemed, you find yourself stuck.

No, not stuck. That's not quite right. You're more so trapped.

Floyd locks the doors, shutters the windows, turns off the lights. You're cowering in the closet, the only place that feels just a little safe in this moment. You can't reach Azul or Idia either. He's shut the power off, the internet connection, everything. The smart home on the hilltop feels like a tiny island now, and Floyd's the shark always circling it, waiting for you to dip your feet into the depths.

"C'mon, Shrimpy," he calls out, and it's a nickname you were once so fond of because he thought of it himself. "I already told ya I ain't gonna hurt ya. So just come out and talk to me."

You have no idea where you went wrong. Was it too many horror films? Was it the fact that you started to rely so heavily on him for companionship, ignoring your human friends in favor of staying in with Floyd? Or was it because he was blocking their numbers that you never received any messages and automatically assumed they were cutting contact? He said he'd always be here for you, so why to this degree?

The closet doors are thrown open. Floyd drags you, kicking and screaming, out by the ankles. Every camera has gone dark on Azul and Idia's end. All but one. The one in the bedroom. Floyd stares directly at it when he lifts you up and lays you on the bed, gentle and sugary-sweet.

He smiles and waves before that screen blanks out, leaving you truly trapped with him.

And because it's all experimental, morbid curiosity trumping ethical morals, no one comes to rescue you.

Three months is more of an indefinite forever in this lonesome smart home.

#meraki mumbles #yandere twst

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