Don't Know If This Counts As A Request But ..

don't know if this counts as a request but ..

do you think kaji is into dacryphilia ? him n suo gives me sadistic vibes , to be honest .. ><

HAHHAHAHA, my first thirst. Bless you for this. I love this, anon!

Look, I need you to get out of my brain, ok? Because, yes, especially Suo. I’m writing a Suo smut fic currently, and your headcanon fits perfectly because it has devolved into the intense level of intimacy that he shares with you. I don’t want to give too much away, but…

Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Hayato Suo, Fem!Reader x Ren Kaji, Dacryphilia, smut, overstimulation

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Being loved by Hayato Suo is to be consumed by him. You better be someone who can handle the marathon of lovemaking that comes with him, or you’re going to feel like you just might fucking break. 

It’s another level of love and intimacy; his tongue in the most sordid of places, his fingers unforgiving as they stroke your core, which has grown far too sensitive long ago. Maybe he’s teasing you because that's his nature, or perhaps it’s the manifestation of his addiction to you because, god to honest truth, he can’t get enough of any part of you, so he needs to savor the experience. I believe it is the latter more so than the former. 

No one would blame you if hot tears formed at the corner of your eyes and started to pour down your cheeks as you beg him for release because fuck, Suo, it’s too much. 

And you know what Suo will do? He’ll smile in your face, kiss those big, cute tears away, and say he knows you can take it—his girl can take anything. And to no shock to you—because you’ve done this song and dance before—he’ll continue to flick his wrist as his fingers curl against that spongy spot of your cunt, stealing orgasm upon orgasm from you. I really hope you can handle it because it either stops when not being inside of your abused cunt is just too painful for him, or time necessitates a quickie. If those conditions aren’t met? Good luck, friend. 

Deep down, you know that seeing you cry is part of the experience for him. It’s just as arousing as seeing you come undone on his cock, so your whimpering and hiccuping through tears is an un(fortunate) reality of being intimate with Suo. 

—

Now Ren Kaji? I think in any other scenario where Kaji finds you crying, he’s seeing red and hunting down the fucker who made you cry.

If he makes you cry because he snaps at you after having a bad day? He feels like absolute shit. 

The exception? When he has you folded over on yourself in the mating press position. He’s so deep in your guts you swear you can taste the tip of his dick on your tongue—you aren’t thinking clearly to consider the complicated logistics of this, too busy being fucked stupid.

And so when something finally snaps in you, something that makes your body tremble, and your core tighten because he’s fucking you like he hates you, you feel warm streaks pour from your eyes, sliding through your hair because the position he has you in has gravity pulling them back. You’re crying so hard that everything in front of you, including Kaji, is a blur.

The first time this happened, he stopped, concerned that he had hurt you, but you assured him that this was anything but pain that you were experiencing, so now he’s familiar with making you a crying mess as he fucks you into the bed.

And, fuck, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find it hot. Because you crying means he’s doing a good job—he’s giving it to you so good and knowing that strokes his ego an unbelievable amount. 

And fuck, you love his cock this much that you’re a crying mess? Damn, what is he going to do with you? He’ll grit his teeth and fuck you harder because the way you cry, the way you turn into a cute blubbering mess, makes him feel like a god, and he wants to see how many tears he can get out of you before either of you breaks.

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Yeah, I think they’re into it.

Keep the thirsts coming!

The Only Reason _ Part 2

[Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x Worker!Reader - Mana Chaos AU]

*Note: I got a name for the AU!! Mana Chaos!! A bit random, but I just went with it. Here’s part 2 since the part one blew up.

Part 1 — Part 2 (here)

“Have a safe trip, Personnel 002.”

“Be safe, please.”

“We’re counting on you.”

“Don’t let your guard down.”

As you expected everyone was treating you like you were the one going into a war zone and not the S-Rank Hunter that was doing the country a favour. You internally sighed while you maintained an expressionless face to all those around you bidding farewell or wishing you luck and safety. 

Honestly speaking, you were the safest person in the building, if not, in the world with the amount of Shadow soldiers Jinwoo has put into your shadow for your protection. Just the other day, you were furiously protected by none other than Beru, one of Jinwoo’s strongest general grade or was it higher? You can’t recall and Jinwoo did explain to you once, but your system overloaded and didn’t catch much.

Concerning how those soldiers came to be, it was simple. To raise them from the dead. With every battle, Jinwoo grows stronger and stronger, hence why you privately dubbed him a National Level Hunter. His army of Shadows could practically cover the entire country two or three times, maybe even more. Even give Thomas a run for his money, if they ever meet each other in a battle. It would be distaterous so you rather not come to it.

This is why you didn’t want Jinwoo in the facility at all. He has perfect control over his emotions and high morals if you don’t cross his line. He was overall peaceful even with his vast strength and power. Unlike Thomas, he was tamed and very very well-behaved, to put it simply. You had tried to get your seniors or higher-ups and colleague to understand, but they all brushed it aside, saying an S-Rank belongs here and under surveillance. 

Once, they agreed to observe Jinwoo’s tamed nature, to stop your insistence. However, it turned out horribly. You watched from the surveillance room when your unconvinced party enter Jinwoo’s cell. It all appeared normal until the straitjacket was removed from him and he started lashing out. The guards immediately tried to subdue him and rescue the innocent group from the clushes of the raging Hunter.

A chill ran down your spine as you froze up while the room darkened, an echoy whispered in your ear, “I heard you wanted to kick me out. So cold of you, really. I would have behaved if you had a work-life balance, but you are always in this insufferable building, so I have to decline.”

“You could have just told me…” You voice only came out as a mere mutter, but Jinwoo heard it loud and clear. Whatever controlled and peaceful image you have of Jinwoo gone to the drains, never to be recovered in that moment. Like anyone else, you were afraid. Not for yourself, but for those around you.

A dark chuckle rang and you felt like you were in his shadowy embrace with a weight lunched over from the back of your head down to your spine. “That was an option, but I wanted to show you my opposition to your idea. This was the best way I’ve come up with. Plus, it shows everyone here that you aren’t replaceable.” The weight was gone and the room returned to normal with his words beckoning you to him, “So come and calm me down, Personnel 002.”

Looking out the transport vehicle, you saw the streets practically empty apart from the guards stationed from place to place. You grimaced at the fearful citizens that no doubt went indoors or hid in their homes at the news. 

Whenever an S-Rank is let out of their cell into the streets, be it for fresh air or raiding an impossible dungeon for the country, the public would get news of it and warn the citizens to stay away from the gate and advised to remain indoors while the mentioned locations or roads would be purposefully used to transport the Hunter directly to the site. 

Bringing an S-Rank to an A-Rank gate or higher alone was practically giving them a death sentence. It was the government and people’s way of telling the strong Hunters to control themselves or they would die hourably in the raid while protecting their country. 

A case of such an instance was the Jeju Island Raid. An S-Rank dungeon that have failed for 4 times before an alliance was formed between the Japanese S-Rank and Korean S-Rank. The Japanese Government sent their strongest to offer support, but mostly to get rid of them because they have grown too powerful and influential. With the <Outrage Incident>, they couldn’t afford to take any chances. 

That raid had the most S-Rank Hunters in the same place, fighting the same battle. Originally, Jinwoo wasn’t present and you were with him in his cell doing paperwork while he watched the news. As sudden as it came, Jinwoo demanded to go there to help his fellow S-Rank Hunters from total annihilation. 

When you saw the murderous ant, you knew Jinwoo wanted to add him into his army. You did wonder if the people above would want help, since it was a sure-fire way to rid the S-Rank Hunters but when again without the S-Rank, who would clear the harder gates? This stupid EMI system and all the cautiousness of frightened people. 

In the end, Jinwoo’s wish was granted and you were also sent to the front lines in case Jinwoo went haywire. As drugs and medicine was proven ineffective to Jinwoo, the next best thing was you, since he held you in high regard. Not only did Jinwoo get his new soldier, who was later placed as your bodyguard, but he also somehow managed to control the other surviving S-Rank Hunters. 

What happened after was Jinwoo showing his dominance over the other S-Ranks in Korea and making himself at the top of the food chain. He’s stay mild and controlled because he wanted to. Not because you people —the public and the government— could control him. 

The vehicle stopped and your door was opened from the outside, a guard nodded and welcomed you while you got out. Your eyes looked over to the gigantic gate. 

“Feels like a date, doesn’t it?” Jinwoo’s voice brought your attention to him. Dressed in a causal manner, a shirt and pants, plus a long coat to complete his look, his stuck to his dark theme. You were quite used to him in a straitjacket that everytime he was dressed normally, you were always spellbound. He chuckled and ruffled your hair. “Cat got your tongue?”

“You’re looking good.” You looked away to the side, a faint blush over your cheeks. There was no use fangirling in secret when Beru or some other soldiers would report back to him and he’d have a field day the next time you visit him. You might as well be honest and tell him now to get over it.

Now it was Jinwoo’s turn to freeze up and chuckle. “Thanks.”

Amidst the careful atmosphere, you sense the guards around you two on edge with Jinwoo’s freedom to do anything and his power unrestraint. Better enter the gate before they act out of fear and trigger some ridiculous conflict. “Let’s go, do you need any gear?”

“I only need you by my side.” Jinwoo returned back to his smooth and cheeky self, smiling down at you with a soft look in his eyes. 

You physically and mentally controlled yourself so that you don’t faint from his words, reminding yourself repeatedly that you two were in public. It was hard for you to defend yourself against these attacks of his when he wasn’t in his usual dull look in the EMI. He is one handsome man. “Just say we can go…”

Jinwoo extended his hand to you and waited for you to put your hand in his, essentially you’d be putting your life in his hands because once you pass through the gate, he was your only lifeline to return in one piece. You did so without hesitation, Jinwoo will never allow harm to you and never let you out of his sight so long as he lives. You could feel the nervous and anxious glances from the guards scattered around the site from your nonchalant actions.

With a hum, Jinwoo gripped your hand in his and lead you into the gate where only he and you would be without any other humans. Truly as he said, it’d be a date where he and you could be your true selves.

“Come forth.” Jinwoo summoned his army who all appeared at his command, all kneeled and bowed their heads to him. “Like usual.” His eyes glowed a purple hue, “Leave the boss to me.”

So began the massacre while Jinwoo walked you through it all. The first time it happened, you were beyond terrified for you only knew Jinwoo was a capable S-Rank and shouldn’t be underestimated. That was the first time you’ve seen his army’s might and power. Compared to him, you and all the others in the EMI were ants, mere insects. 

How you managed to capture Jinwoo’s eyes was beyond you, but you were a lucky person to be favoured by him, to some extent. Soon, you didn’t mind Jinwoo’s little favouritism and childish acts to get you into his cell. You looked forward to it. He accepted you for who you are and given you a place, a special irreplaceable place in the world and in his heart. 

For all he has done for you, you wanted to return something for him. You even asked the soldiers in your shadow to keep it a secret from him so it was a grand surprise for him. The Jeju Island Raid that he singlehandedly cleared, you brought the island under his name with your wealth. With the help of the Shadows, you made the island habitable once more and invited some special people to live on it. 

Your hand squeezed his as you looked up to him, he momentarily took his eyes off the battlefield and stared into your eyes. “Yes?”

A rare smile spread on your face, your inner self becoming giddy and expectant of Jinwoo’s reaction. “Do you want to see your family? I’ve offered them a place to live away from all the criticism and pressure from the government and public. They’ve also been wanting to see you too, face to face.”

Jinwoo’s eyes widened. The moment he was reevaluated, he was sent to the EMI building in Korea, he was treated like an object rather than a human being. He could have lashed out, but his family was on the line and while he could use his Shadows to protect him so he has freedom, that only puts a target on his back. By then, people would want him dead for sure. 

The only solance he found in his darkness was you. The you who found out his secret and kept it to yourself, even wanting to give him back his freedom for your security, but he wanted to stay by your side instead. He thought that’s all he needed, but one day, you connected him with his family while in his cell and let him have his moment with them. 

From time to time, you’d call his family and have a video call to let him and his beloved mother and sister chat together while you work in the corner with music playing in your headphones connected to your other device to give him privacy. A luxury he never could have with the protocols of EMI.

He was grateful for all you’ve done for him. Genuinely and absolutely. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

Note: I seriously did NOT think there would be another part. You guys liked part 1 a lot and I have no idea why. Welp, here's part 2. Not sure about a part 3, but I'll see how this one goes. Enjoy~!

Circe Y.

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Our Little Love part seven - OT7 Mafia/Yandere au

What’s that saying? One step forward two steps back? 👀 6K words containing: manipulation, toxic yandere men, non-consented acts of affection, lies, possessive behaviour, jealousy, allusion to crime and kidnapping.

“Little love,” Jin calls for you absentmindedly, frowning when you don’t look up from your book to answer him. It’s one you had read a million times before, maybe you didn’t hear him.

“Little love?” He tries again, looking confused as you let out a disgruntled sigh of annoyance.

He can see your jaw clench, something had pissed you off. Your foot became restless as you sat in the arm chair, it was only when Jimin cleared his throat obviously he remembered the terms and conditions you had enforced.

This time he lets out a big sigh, one of tested patience. He mumbles an apology before turning away, a bitter feeling creeping up his chest. Fuck, he resented the fact he couldn’t call you that anymore, it was like asking him not to breathe. Fuck fuck fuck, they needed to earn your forgiveness soon or this might actually kill them. Not that they ever underestimated you, but you really did know which weapons to pull to hurt them the most, and fuck did he have to admit they deserved it. Didn’t mean he had to like any of it.

Jimin follows him out, a quick glance back at you to see if you were paying any concern but of course not. Since the day you announced the break you’d been keeping your distance, Jimin had complained about it childishly with tantrum tears in his eyes but you had patiently explained you needed the space to clear your head. 

Jimin scoffs at the memory, feeling sour about it still. The pout he wears gives away his thoughts when they both find Yoongi in the kitchen.

“Little love giving you a hard time?” he says almost amused. 

It’s Jin’s turn to scoff dramatically, ears burning so red, Yoongi swears there’s steam. 

“We can’t call her that anymore,” he complains, sulking. 

Yoongi smiles a little, not because he truly found his hyung’s pain entertaining, but because he understood the pain. 

“It’s a difficult situation,” Yoongi agrees, “but the alternative would have been so much worse.”

Jimin and Jin stare silently at him, their gazes aggressive as if they wanted to hit the male but they didn’t because he was right. The worst alternative wasn’t expecting you to leave, they all knew they would never let that happen, but if you had become a ghost of yourself, if they had broken you so badly there was nothing left to rebuild, then what would be left of you? 

“When did you become so considerate?” Jimin scoffs, rolling his eyes. He didn’t like any of it, he didn’t care if you were right and they were wrong, you had taken away their most prized and valuable possession, you. He couldn’t help the internal tantrums as if someone had taken away his favourite toy. Call him childish, call him whatever the hell you wanted, he hated this situation, and he couldn’t hide it. 

They apologised, and apologised, and apologised, and you still gave them the cruellest punishment you could think of. 

“You’re still thinking with anger,” Yoongi acknowledges, knowing when Jimin cooled down from this he would probably be the one with the most regret and remorse, what he didn’t know is Jimin was clinging to his resentment with all his might, because once that gave way he would have so much to answer for. 

—

Men would pay money to see Jung Hoseok hesitate, but that was exactly what he was doing now. Another book in your hand (you were reading a bit too much lately, he didn’t like it, it was as if you knew you couldn’t leave physically so you were doing so mentally), and he was stalling himself with interrupting you. 

Your rejection cut holes into him, and that’s what he was afraid of when approaching you today. When he was younger he used to be afraid of everything, but after indulging in the horrors of survival and the syndicate, nothing terrified him any more, or so he thought before his heart belonged to you. 

“Litt-” he catches himself before he says it too loud, clearing his throat quietly hoping you didn’t hear him. “Y/n?”

He sounds more confident, his more serious persona going up as if that would protect him here. He knew he needed it, any sane person after experiencing his pleasure and pain games would run at the sight of him, and a part of him was getting ready to catch you if you did.

You look at him and it has him crumbling. Something in his chest physically hurts him so bad he thinks he needs to go see a specialist, one glance from you and he’s ready to beg on his knees again for your forgiveness. The distance between you, although you were here in front of him, killed him. It felt eerily similar to what it did when you left, and it confused his brain and body so much. 

He had to remind himself every day, you were still here, you still loved them, this was just temporary. 

“I-I wasjus- I was just heading to the b-basment,” forget money, men would lay down their lives to see Jung Hoseok stutter and stumble over his words. 

You frown in question when he doesn’t continue, but stares at you expectantly, until he realises he hadn’t explained what he wanted.

“For a workout!” He rectifies himself quickly before taking a breath to calm himself, “I wondered if you wanted to join me?”

He mentally pats himself on the back quickly for sounding more put together, but then his nerves start to shake again when you don’t respond immediately. You contemplate it, for too long in his eyes, stretching out the pause until you have the man sweating. Who needs a work out, just piss your girlfriend off and try to spend time with her while she's still mad. 

“Yeah, okay,” you nod, finally putting down your book (he should get Jimin to burn them all). “I’ll go get changed.”

The relief and joy that floods Hobi almost makes him pass out, a genuine smile he hasn’t felt on his own face for days bursts through. This was a step in the right direction, you didn’t hate him or you would’ve shut him down. With the amount of hope in his system, he was getting giddy.

—

You wanted some time alone this evening, without them lingering around you, with poor attempts of covering their intentions with busying themselves. As if you couldn’t see Jimin’s imploring stare as he walked past you from the corner of your eyes. Or the way Jin would walk towards you, hesitate and then walk away. 

You didn’t say they couldn’t talk to you, you were just on a break. Part of you knows you should seek them out and start civil conversation but that part also knew once you opened the door they would come barging through. An inch would turn into a mile and you would be back where you started. 

So now you were busying yourself with the world’s worst chore, just to escape and breathe for a second, laundry. You were sorting through the load at a snail’s pace, knowing when you were done you’d have to endure them again. You’re so embedded in your own thoughts you don’t feel another presence join you.  

Arms wrap around you, making you still. His figure almost engulfs you from behind, his nose already finding purchase on your neck as he buries himself against you. You try not to sigh, you were sick of hearing the sound yourself but it was always  one of patience.

You understood how hard it was for them to accept your decision for a ‘break’, but all you wanted was some respect for it. And this broke your no touching rule.

“Tae let go,” you say without an ounce of emotion, continuing sorting out the laundry in front of you.

His only reaction to your words is the opposite of course, holding you tighter against him making your heart skip too many beats to count. Your skin sizzled with something akin to longing, a fire he only seemed to ignite when his breath hit your neck.

You don’t give in. You throw the item of clothing in your hand down, both hands on the edge of the basket as you still, standing statue as he tries his hardest to work through your defences. You don’t respond when he nuzzles his nose against where he’s buried, or to the rumble of his chest when he breathes you in deeply. His eyes are closed, you know they are, he’s relishing the moment all he can before you take it away.

He doesn’t feel you respond the way he wants you to, he wants you to melt against him and the urge is so strong but somehow you resist. He whines, the sound so soft near your ears you almost miss it. He tries holding you tighter still, his thumb stroking soft circles on your skin, trying to tempt you to break your resolve. Gentle, almost whisper like kisses are placed on your shoulder as he finally breaks away.

“Are you done?” You say almost coldly as he steps back, picking back up another item of clothing.

You hear him sniff but you don’t let it move you.

“Heaven, please,” he begs, a fist in your top clutching onto you.

That’s when you turn to face him. If he expects to see any softness in your gaze he’s sorely mistaken, it’s not a glare you’re giving him but it’s close enough that it burns. You don’t even flinch when you see tears in his eyes.

“I asked you not to touch me,” you state quietly but your words are firm. “Or that if you did, you asked first.”

He looks down, partly in shame, partly in grief. You can’t stand to see the sight, it makes your heart ache, so you walk away.

—

“Y/n?” Jungkook asks for your attention, biting his lips in worry. “Can I ask you about the book you’re reading?”

The others in the room feel an overwhelming sense of envy when you smile at the maknae. Jimin’s jaw goes slack as you scoot over to let Jungkook sit beside you. Envy was a dangerous thing, how he wanted to pluck the youngest of them out of the seat and take his place, but he hadn’t calmed his emotions down enough yet to approach you properly, and he knew if he did he’d ruin whatever rebuilding the others had done. No, he had to be patient with himself and withdraw, even if that meant physically. He was playing cards with Yoongi and Seokjin, but he places his cards down and leaves. 

Jin’s pout overtakes his face when he turns away from the sight of Jungkook grinning while you talk animatedly, putting down a card without thinking and letting Yoongi take the win this round. Yoongi didn’t even notice, his gaze goes soft at the way you laugh at a teasing comment Jungkook made, a sound he hasn’t heard in what felt like forever. The sound even makes the corners of Jin’s pout pull up. 

The youngest of the group honestly thought he was in paradise, he didn’t even care about the book he just wanted to hear you talk without reservation. His focus was on the way your eyes lit up, the genuine smile on your face, how does he try to make this moment last forever? He pays attention to every word you utter, asking the right question to keep you going, even making a joke here and there and feeling so pleased with himself when you laugh. 

How did the relationship regress back so far that he felt like this was the start of it, like he was still pursuing you to give him a chance, like he had to work up the courage to ask you out all over again. The answer of course was in their mistakes, the thought dampens his mood but he pushes it away. He didn’t know when he would get another moment like this, he had to soak it all in and cherish it before it was over. 

—

Your defences go up when you spot Jimin bringing Taehyung to you, the shorter male holding his hand guiding your bear like boyfriend in front of you. You look at them both expectantly, wondering what the theatrics were for. Taehyung sniffles, his face hanging low, his red hoodie pulled down as far as he can get it to hide himself. 

“Taehyung has something he wants to say Heaven- I mean angel- I mean Y/n,” he corrects himself repeatedly with a shake of his head, cheeks burning in slight embarrassment at the blunder, but he wouldn’t apologise for it even it that made him a hypocrite for what he was making Taehyung do. 

He pushes his friend gently, encouraging him to speak.

“Tae?” you say gently, remembering how harshly you spoke to him the other day. 

Apparently that was all it took for the man to break down into tears in front of you, falling to his knees as he bawled. Your jaw drops in shock at the action, but you’re more surprised at the fact he holds himself back from launching into you for comfort. 

You can see how hard it is to do so, he’s hugging himself, but his nails dig into the fabric of his clothes. He still doesn’t look at you, his gaze on the floor. You give him a second to compose himself, the sobs turning into little hiccups as he wipes his face with his sleeve. 

When he looks at you it's your turn to grip the armrests of the chair with all your might, those glassy eyes beg you for love and it takes everything not to smother him in your embrace. But that would undo all the work you’ve been doing, you had to talk it out first and then maybe if this was resolved you could reward him with physical affection, just a little. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he says through a hoarse voice, the sound only breaking your resolve further. “About the other day, I s-should’ve asked first.”

He tries to take a deep breath in but it’s shaky, for some reason what he wants to say next breaks him out into more tears. He covers his face as he cries, Jimin rubbing his back providing him with the comfort you couldn’t give just yet. 

“Doyouhateme?”

The muffled question breaks your heart, Jimin can see it on your face and it has him fighting down a smirk. He may have played a hand at manipulating the situation, convincing Taehyung this was the best way to get back into your good books.

“Tae no,” you breathe, eyes watering but you blink back the tears. You didn’t want to show them any weakness anymore. “I don’t hate you.”

You sigh, eyes to the ceiling, as if begging for control over yourself as you try really hard to not give in to the feeling of wanting to crawl into his lap and hold him. 

“I just really needed some space that day,” you explain, “and you caught me at a bad time.”

That wipes away Jimin’s elation, all this talk about space and distance, it already felt like you were living on Mars. How much space did you want? In his opinion there had been too much space, that was the problem, or were you forgetting the long agonising months of your absence? 

Taehyung nods, thankfully retaining your attention away from Jimin who couldn’t hide his thoughts from his face. 

—

You can’t sleep, tossing and turning from your side to your back and then to your side again. Were you fighting a losing battle? Were you being unfair in asking them to change? You remember cases of forgotten wives refusing to leave their no good husbands, the amount of inane times you heard the cries of ‘I can get him to change’... had you become one of those women? Then of course came the others, the women who knew they could not work miracles on their partners and gave up. Some left, some stayed, and you remember watching them all in the years of your career, arrogantly thinking it would never be you, no man would ever trap you like this. There was a joke in there somewhere, one man certainly didn’t, but seven did. 

The knock on the door thankfully interrupts your endless circle of pity, a meek Jungkook peeking around as he opens the door. Something about the scene felt familiar but the shoe was on the other foot. He was waiting for permission to come in, you don’t know why the sight made you smile, made you warm. 

If anyone was proof that they were trying for you it was Jungkook, Yoongi had kept his distance out of respect for your rules, you know he only did so because he couldn’t help himself if he got too close. Jimin was similar although, you could see he was keeping his distance mentally, angry with you and your conditions. It would pass, you were sure, or at least you hoped. 

Jungkook was the only one that accepted everything without complaint, and you knew it wasn’t easy. You were so grateful to him for it, for respecting your boundaries sincerely, for giving you hope that this relationship could be salvaged. 

He almost trips over himself when you pull the covers back wordlessly, inviting him in, the stumble of his legs as he races towards you makes you giggle. He climbs in without hesitation, about to reach out for you but he stops himself, eyes looking up at you, wanting to ask you out loud but too afraid to. 

“It’s okay,” you reassure him quietly, as if talking loudly would break the peace you felt with him there, that you’d second guess yourself.

Arms you’ve longed for wrap around your waist, pulling you towards him. You hold him back gently, not letting yourself get lost in him the way you wanted. In the darkness, your gazes meet, talking loudly in a way filled the silence. 

“I’ve missed you,” he breathes out hard, unable to hold it in any longer. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you admit.

He bites his lips to refrain from saying anything else, to break the illusion that everything was okay.

“I used to think I understood your darkness,” you murmur, stroking his hair out of his face.

He pulls you closer, burying his head against your chest, the youngest didn’t like how that sentence was going and part of him didn’t want to hear the rest.

“But I don’t think I ever did,” you confess in a whisper, starting to ramble. “I don’t get it Kookie, why me? This obsession, I thought I felt it the same as you, I thought you guys understood me too.”

You let out a shaky breath, trying to keep up with your thoughts when you felt the hands of sleep trying to catch you.

“Maybe I was just trying to excuse my own darkness,” you sigh, almost in defeat. “Or maybe I just fed yours too much.”

“You gave us your love,” he mumbles against your skin, eyes closed as he breathes in your scent. “Your acceptance, you didn’t feed our darkness baby, you just didn’t see the extent of it.”

—

The silence is suffocating. Yoongi normally appreciates it but in this situation it was unsettling. They’re all in the living room, some pretending to do their own thing, but no one was paying any attention to anything other than you. Yoongi and Namjoon did so blatantly, Yoongi sitting on the couch away from you but his stare is nowhere else. This didn’t break the rules, you didn’t tell him he couldn’t soak you in with his eyes whenever he wanted. 

The others were also very obvious with their glances towards you, Jin was dusting the same spot of the living room over and over. Hoseok flipping through the tv channels with Jungkook sitting beside him, the maknae biting his lips in worry with every peek he took, a habit he hadn’t had since he was a teenager. Taehyung and Jimin uncharacteristically played chess but all the pieces were in the wrong places, arbitrarily moving them just to keep appearances so you didn’t call them out. 

And Namjoon… the man was staring daggers into your form. Elbow on his thigh, leaning forward, his chin on his thumb, his finger on his face tapping away on his cheekbone impatiently. He was supposed to be going over the papers in his lap, but they were being scrunched in his other hand. Yoongi thought he looked like a bomb about to explode, and he wasn’t wrong.

“That’s it!” Namjoon almost growls as he slams his file down, standing from his seat while everyone stares in shock at his outburst.

He walks towards you, and you meet his glare but refuse to move from the comfort and safety of the tub chair, you don’t even close your book.

“This ‘break’ is over,” he snarls, gestating with his hands trying to find a conduit for his anger. “Do you understand, little love?”

You look up at him with eyes simmering a fire he only ignited, meeting his glare head on.

“I decide when this break is over,” you say calmly, refusing to fight him at his level.

“No.”

“No?” Your brows scrunch in disbelief and anger, there goes your plan to remain calm. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

You throw your book back into the seat as you rise to meet him eye to eye, although he’s still looking down at you.

“I mean…” he breathes gruffly, grazing his hand with yours at your side. “No.”

“You can’t b-“

Your voice is smothered by his lips, his soft touch turning into an iron grip as he pulls you closer, devouring you like a man starved and in his eyes that’s exactly what he was. You push him away, but he doesn’t allow for any space between you.

Even when you’re banging your fist against his chest, unable to breathe, he doesn’t budge. You’re at his mercy, only when he decides he’s had enough (for now), does he pull away.

You look dishevelled almost, breathing hard, your eyes glistening with tears. The sight shouldn’t arouse him but it does.

You have the audacity to childishly wipe his kiss away with the back of your hand, a tough swipe that does nothing to erase the force he handled you with. He chuckles, the sound makes your ears burn, feeling the warmth of shame colour them in.

The others stare with the jaws wide open, fear settling in that this was taking too many steps in the wrong direction. It takes everything not to call you back when you storm away, it takes everything not to follow. 

No one says a word, but they all glare accusingly at their leader except Taehyung, who only looks down in shame. 

—

“Where do you think you’re going?” Yoongi asks gruffly, sleep still in his voice.

“Out.” You respond bluntly, avoiding his gaze.

“I asked where,” he pushes when you pull Taehyung’s hoodie over your head. You were drowning in the fabric, and he pretended the sight didn’t make him ache for you. The same way you were trying so hard not to let his sleepy state bring down your defences, no matter how cute he looked in the shorts and grey top.

“What does it look like Yoongi,” your head was spinning with too many thoughts and you needed to clear it. “For a run.”

“I’ll come with you,” he says it like an offer but it’s not, you know it’s not. 

“No,” you refuse simply, finally meeting his stare. “Send one of your men to keep an eye on me, it's what you did before anyway.”

He’s quiet, observing you for a moment. You hated it when he did that, it was like he could see inside of you and yet, despite that, you felt like he couldn’t understand anything he saw. You break eye contact first, putting on your trainers while he continues to stare. Why couldn’t you read him the same, how could he still get under your skin with his silence even after all this time?

“I’ll send Jungkook,” he says as you open the door. “He’ll keep his distance.”

He doesn’t take the slam as you leave personally, he knows you just need to vent your frustrations, but because you were so isolated- sorry, because they isolated you, you had no one to vent to, no one who was objective to talk to. Physically stretching your mind would maybe do you some good. 

“Did you seriously let her go out unsupervised?” Namjoon seethes as he approaches Yoongi, quick to dial one of their men regardless of what nefarious time of the morning it was. The first call goes to voicemail.

Yoongi sighs, he was on his way back to bed, guess not.

“She deserves our trust,” he replies. “And I was about to send Jungkook.”

“It’s not about trust,” Namjoon bites back, another call unanswered, “it’s about safety, or are you forgetting our enemies hunt our weaknesses.”

“Our enemies know if they touch her they’ve signed their own death certificate, no one would dare cross us now, not with the amount of blood we’ve shed,” Yoongi groans in aggravation. “Not to mention you’ve bought out the police Namjoon.”

“But not every policeman, or Captain, or are you forgetting what we did to him?”

“You gave him a warning, he’ll behave,” Yoongi states, ready to leave the conversation but he can’t help himself with what he says next. After Namjoon’s actions last night, he was feeling a little vengeful, even if he didn’t completely mean his words. “We should’ve left him unharmed, we knew she didn’t want us to hurt him.”

The shock in Namjoon’s eyes flashes for a second before they compose themselves to a stare. He puts his phone back in his pocket, maybe Jungkook was the best one to go, you didn’t seem to punish him as harshly as the others.

The silence between the men turns the air cold, their gazes stoic but speaking volumes. Namjoon wouldn’t stand for mutiny or disloyalty, he especially didn’t stand for anyone questioning his decisions.

“He hurt her,” he explains himself patiently, “he wants to take her away from us.”

Yoongi scoffs, a humourless grin on his face as he stares back in ridicule at their leader.

“We hurt her,” he states, eyes blank of emotion, “where’s our bullet to the knees.”

—

If you were being honest with yourself, you hated running, you hated the way each breath burned as it filled your lungs, how each limb could feel like lead, but the pain was better than the thoughts you were trying to clear. 

You remember at the police academy, Suho and Kai used to run circles around you, but somewhere along the way your competitiveness got the better of you, and you trained harder than them both. It used to annoy you to hell that they were physically much stronger than you, but those days were some of the best. The three of you were so close, each other’s confidants when things went sour, the two you’d hang out with when a case went wrong. Now who did you have to confide in?

Maybe it’s your conscious or unconscious thoughts making your legs move in a particular direction, but you don’t realise where you’re headed until you see the sign above the door. The breakfast place… where everything went to shit a third time.

You barely glance inside as you run past but the sight of someone familiar makes you double take. Think of the devil and he appears?

His eyes catch yours when you stop in your tracks, he’s sitting at a table alone and the sight of him brings back that day like a breath after being underwater for so long. An apology is at the tip of your tongue, your eyes start to water, you know you have to keep running, if any of them finds you here with him, he’d be dead. You’re about to turn away when he waves at you, a simple smile that didn’t meet his eyes sent your way as he watches the realisation hit you.

His hand was covered in thick bandages, and your stare doesn’t leave them. There’s no thought in your mind as your legs move you into the building, ignoring the waiter's greeting as you walk towards your old Captain with dread. 

He shifts in his seat, letting you see the bandages on his leg, around his knee, the crutches resting on the seat next to him. Your eyes are wide with shock before your gaze turns into one of mournful rage. Tears start forming in your eyes as you shake.

The sense of betrayal that overwhelms you has you reaching a hand for the table, gripping the edge tight to steady yourself. 

They lied. 

They looked you in the eyes and lied. All of them, including Jungkook. You don’t let yourself sob, not when a fire burns any attachment you felt towards them to dust. 

You move your gaze from his injuries to his face, his stare never having left you. 

“Arrest them,” your voice is hoarse but without a morsel of regret, anger paving the way forward now, filling the loss you felt deep inside of you. 

They must’ve thought you were fucking stupid, they must’ve laughed behind your back, humoring you with their acts of trying to change. Fuck, you were a fool, they played you again and again and you just took it every fucking time. There was never going to be any change, and you refused to be their prisoner any longer.

“I’ll be your witness,” you say it with conviction, although a part of you grieves. “I’ll give you all the evidence you need, just send them away.”

Suho doesn’t say a word, and that makes it all so much worse. You can feel something creeping around you, shadows of them that have latched onto you, crawling all over your skin. You wanted rid of this dark energy, you wanted out. 

You don’t break his stare, not for a second, you can tell he’s deep in thought, contemplating your resolve, and if he saw a hint of uncertainty in you he would do no such thing. Why would he risk it? They hurt him, they could hurt him again. 

He reaches for his phone, and you take a premature breath of relief.

“Make the call,” he commands, handing the device to you. 

—

When Yoongi dragged Jungkook out of bed this morning, the maknae had begrudgingly crawled out of the house. His body ran on autopilot when he left to find you, eyes half open, yawning in the morning air. His hoodie pushes his hair to fall in his face but he’s too tired to drag the fabric back.

It wouldn’t take long to find you, he could run circles around you if he wanted but the thought of maybe spending some time with you alone made his legs pick up the pace, a goofy grin on his face as he thought about it.

Yes you were probably mad about Namjoon’s actions yesterday, not that Jungkook blamed him all that much, it was hard to stay away from you, but he was starting to understand your perspective a little more. Especially after the last time you pulled away, and he couldn’t let that happen again, he wouldn’t survive it another time. He wouldn’t blame you if you gave him the cold shoulder, he just hopes you don’t punish him because of Namjoon, deflecting your anger wherever it did damage.

He’d calm you down, he’s sure of it. He’d tell you that what their big bad boss did was wrong and he was on your side, he’d tell you that he loved you and respected you, and it didn’t matter how long you took to forgive them he was sure the relationship would heal.

He’s so lost in thought he doesn’t realise how far he’s travelled, it’s only when there’s still no sight of you his grin begins to fade. He should’ve caught up to you by now, this was the route you normally take, and you knew better than to go another way.

What if… no. You wouldn’t dare leave again, you wouldn’t. Jungkook breaks into a sprint, running every route he can think of, not stopping for a moment even when his lungs and legs burn. He’s looking round like a mad man, but he can’t find you. What if something happened? What if someone got to you or hurt you? Memories flash in his mind to long, long ago when that was almost the case. What if?

Shit. A hand to his pocket tells him he’s left his phone, he couldn’t contact the others to join him. His best decision was to get back to the house asap. Jin would still have the tracker on your phone, they would find you, it was all going to be fine.

The fear that seized his heart was not fooled by such idealistic thoughts, his eyes had seen the true brutality of the world, sometimes caused by his own hands, and now his mind played a myriad of images of his little love in all the situations of pain he caused others. He always wondered if karma would catch him one day, he never thought it would take you.

—

He slams the door open so hard it struggles to stay on the hinges.

“I CAN’T FIND HER!” He yells into the open space of the home with all the air in his lungs.

It doesn’t take long for the hoard to assemble.

“What do you mean you can’t find her?” Jin yells back, reaching for his phone to track you without prompt.

Jungkook doesn’t miss the way Namjoon glares at Yoongi, the shorter man ignoring him.

“She’s probably taken another route,” he says calmly. 

“You better hope that’s all,” Namjoon says through gritted teeth. 

“What if someone’s got her?” Jimin panics.

“No,” Hoseok shuts that idea down, “everyone knows there is nowhere in Seoul to hide from us.”

“There’s always one idiot that’s willing to try, or have you forgotten the last time someone tried to take her?” Taehyung says heatedly.

“And we know how that ended,” Hoseok growls back.

The bickering among themselves grows in volume, so loud that they almost miss what Jin says. 

“What?” It’s Yoongi that dares to ask him to repeat himself, the drumming in his ears drowning the words. He must’ve misheard…

“She’s at the police station,” there’s no mistaking it this time. Jin looks solemnly at Namjoon while all their heads spiral.

“She’s not gone there of her own will,” Yoongi shakes his head in denial, “they’ve arrested her or something.”

Namjoon says eerily quiet, his breathing hard, his jaw clenched. 

“Namjoon we own the police,” Hoseok pushes, “make a fucking call see why she’s there.”

“Fuck making a call! I’m going over there,” Jungkook announces, turning back to the front door, but the sight of a police van pulling up at their mansion makes him stop in his tracks. 

“Are they dropping her home,” Jimin asks stupidly, unable to comprehend why else they would be there. 

The older four men look at eachother knowingly. 

“Should we run?” Jin asks, making Taehyung and Jimin whip their heads to stare at him incredulously. 

“Why would we run?” Namjoon breaks his silence, “they’ll take us right to her.”

As if on queue a smoke grenade rolls into the room, blasting off within seconds, covering the air. Namjoon almost laughs, they sent the fucking swat team, how ridiculous when they could’ve settled this like gentlemen.

Bodies swarm in, yelling commands and they all fall to their knees as instructed. On any other day, if you were home, these men wouldn’t make it through the door, but Namjoon was right, they were a one way ticket to finding you.

the arrangement

mdni; nsfw; piv; breeding kink; loss of virginity; degradation; rough sex; dubcon (slight towards end)

It was a simple arrangement really. you spread your legs for him whenever - and wherever - he wanted.

And he would fuck you as hard and as often as he could.

When he first proposed you being his fucktoy, you had your reservations - this was not exactly the kind and loving relationship you had sought. But when he removed his belt and unzipped his pants, revealing his massive cock, you suddenly had a change of mind.

And when he plunged his thick cock inside your tight, virgin pussy for the first time, you had an immediate change of heart. 

Yes, your body cried out as he filled you with a pleasurable pain you never thought was even possible. 

Use me. Abuse me. Make me your toy. 

You panted and whimpered, your sounds desperate, pathetic, as he pounded your pussy, fucking you harder and faster with each rough thrust. Seeing you drunk on his cock, he knew he could do anything to you he wanted and you'd be begging for more.

He slowed his thrusts, your body writhing under his, desperately seeking friction. “where do you want my load?” he asked, already knowing his answer.

On your face? He pictured how pretty you'd look with his spunk covering your facial features, gobs of cum dripping down your cheeks, glistening on your lips. The taste fresh on your mouth when he kisses your lips.

What about your chest? Your breasts were soft and round, big enough to fill each of his hands. They'd be lovely coated with his milky white cum, his hands eager to rub his juices into your soft flesh. 

But there was only one place he was ever planning to cum - your womb. 

Your womb was the ideal spot. He wouldn't have to worry about pulling out or protection; you would feel his hot load spill exactly where he was made to leave it. The goal here, of course, was to breed you until your belly swelled, and continue to fuck you through your pregnancy until you gave birth to his child.

And repeat that. Over and over again.

He increased his speed, his hips slamming against yours. Waiting for the moment your eyes flew open, watching as you realized what he had planned. 

And you knew that because of your agreement, you couldn't refuse; you simply couldn't say no. 

His fingers dug into your hips as he yanked your body close to his, drilling his cock deeper and deeper. You cried out, pleasure mixing with fear – if he wanted to breed you your first time, what else did he have in store for you. Those fears quickly dissipated, morphing into excitement as his cock twitched inside you, his tip kissing your cervix before painting your walls white with his seed. 

“Take it all, you're doing so good,” he praised as he held your hips firm against his,ensuring not a single drop was wasted, your pussy milking him dry of every last drop as tears rolled down your cheeks.

Coming down from your high, your body laid boneless underneath his, his cock still inside you, plugging your pussy full of his seed. 

“I hope you're ready for more,” he whispered in your ear, his tongue tickling your skin. Your eyelids fluttered as he spoke, the urge to pass out overwhelming. “That's okay,” he added, as he began to thrust inside you, fucking his seed deeper inside you. “Awake or asleep, you're my cumslut now. It's not like you can say no in your position, anyway.”

- Wriothesley, Ayato, Itto, Zhongli, Blade, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Childe

𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 [sakura haruka]

It makes everyone absolutely wonder how an aloof person such as Haruka could pull off someone like you. No, it's not the terms of 'he doesn't suit you' or that kind of things but rather with his personality and your personality that draws people in, they didn't see how you both manage to stick alongside each other so well and prominent. It's like mixing water with oil kind of situation.

Most people would call you crazy for dating him. They think you could've done much better than what you started with but everytime the topic is bring up, argument rises in the air emitting threatening aura around you. They wouldn't understand even if you told them a thousand times Haruka is incomparable to anyone else. They wouldn't understand the kind of longing you have for him.

Of course there's time where, even Haruka think you could've done better than him but your answer remain as repetitive as it can get "I only love you, Haru." Obviously, he couldn't argue with that. Haruka can be sensitive to your affection, sometimes he can get uncomfortable with you when you get too close. It's not like you could blame him, he's adapting to change and that's more than enough. Having Haruka around in enough.

Haruka's patrolling session with his Suo and Nirei ceased to a smooth end. Today's rather a quiet day, no chaos embark outskirts of town they're in and before long, they are on their way home. The grade-captain walk ahead of the two, hands tuck inside his empty pockets. They pass by the middle of the town on their way back to school, and every sellers starts to swarm them with food and goodies "Have this freshly baked buns, young men!" "Ooh, try my taiyaki!" "Here, some dango for you!" It's overwhelming to say the least but one older woman offer them gently with a bag of her signature dish and it immediately reminds him of you. You love this thing.

He grab the food from the lady and walk away, eyes inside the bag to see the freshly made food, steams oozing from inside and the smell elicit through the cool, windy air. They trudged up to the gate and only then, Haruka notices you waiting by for him "Haru!" You wave at him, Nirei and Suo visibly brighten up at the sight of you. Haruka was the first to walk up to you making you smile "Good work today," He grunted, not saying anything as he hand you the bag of food "For you'" He said in a gruff tone.

The duo behinds him grin, satisfied to see Haruka showering you with a teeny bit of affection "Thanks, Haru." He look away, face burn in embarrassment. Million shades of red hues across his cheek when you thanked him with your usual honey-like voice.

"Whatever..."

After school ended, the Tamon first-year finally in sight. There's Haruka amongst the crowd, beside him is Nirei and Suo with the other duo, Kiryu and Tsuge tailing close behind "Haru!" He didn't expect you to be waiting for his school session to the end but here you are, by the gate, waiting for him with that same smile on your face "What're you doing here, idiot?" His face blossom into million shades of red once again. You take his hand, dragging him after bidding good bye to the group "Waiting for you, 'course. Come on, my mom said she'll make us omelette rice today!"

Like that'll subside the already, flustered-Haruka. In the past, he wouldn't know what to do at this situation. His past self would freak out and as Suo likes the call it, his romantic sensor would bleep out but right now, after being with you for so long, after getting to know you better than anyone else, he learnt a thing or two. That is to return your hold. He gotta tighten your hold around his hand, hoping you won't slip.

The dinner at your mom's restaurant went well because your mom know not to peer into his business so suddenly. She's an understanding person, after all. She made him an omurice, and tend him a drink of her special fruit boost. You needn't to ask him how it taste, you could've just judge from his eyes, and the way it widen and sparkles once he munch on her food "Ooh, eat a lot. I can make another for you if you want..." Haruka being Haruka, blushes once more but look away, hiding the vulnerability of his expression though you find it nothing other than cute.

"I told you this before but you're cute, Haru." He almost spit every nutrients he digested a moment ago when you said that. His eyes fury red in both embarrassment and surprised "What de hell is that supposed to mean?!" You laugh, handing him a fold of tissue while you're at it "What? It's the truth..." He look away, pouting in embarrassment "Wha-whatever..."

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 is open. all rights reserved goes to @kaq3yma on tumblr.

Back at work

►— pairings. genshin men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. mentions of stalking/a stalker, nothing that i know of? not proof read please dm me if i misgendered reader/any mistakes.

►— synopsis. albedo created a machine where it would bring back their creator, who was stuck in another world, back to where they belong. but instead of bringing you here to them, it brought them to where you were.

►— a/n. !!! i hope you guys enjoy this!! i've been getting LOADS of ideas lately and every time i complete a chapter i get so excited because i can finally start jotting down everything i want to happen in THAT chapter so yay!! it's like a lil reward to me. and once again i apologize for like.. procrastinating and leaving this chapter be, I PROMISE YOU AFTER I HAD FINISHED THIS CHAPTER MY ASS STARTED TO WRITE CHAPTER SIX ALREADY.

►— wordcount. 4.8k

✧ part one | ✧ part two | ✧ part three | ✧ part four | ✧ part five | more tba.. NAVIGATION

recommended to listen to: snooze- sza

Today was the first day you would be going back to work. Normally, you wouldn't be nervous at all, it was just like every other work day—waking up at 5 am, doing your morning routine, getting dressed, eating something light for breakfast before leaving your house to go to work.

Most people would groan everyday about work, complaining that it was too "hard" and that they barely got to "rest" which IS a big problem but not for you! You worked at a bakery, it was very calming and peaceful job and plus, you could bring home a few baked goods (as the owners were just a lovely old couple who were really kind).

The problem is, you weren't so sure if you could trust the 24 men – that now somewhat lived with you– all alone in your home. I mean yes, there were a couple men you could trust to be in charge of making sure nothing happened (Albedo, Dainsleif, Al-haitham, Zhongli, Baizhu, Neuvillette, Wriothesley and Pierro.. surprisingly).

So today is a day where you would have to just see if everything will turn out fine, and even though Childe told you not to worry and that everything will be fine... his very not obvious cheeky grin was not going to be fooling you or anyone.

You literally woke up, got ready for work and ate the breakfast Thoma made for you, all the while anxious. Obviously you have somewhat trust with the men, you did not want to upset them in any way if you outright just told them "erm i actually do NOT trust you at all staying in my home without me so!!!".

So of course you said nothing and kept a nervous smile on your face. Everything was going to be okay... Nothing was going to happen to anyone or anything.. Well that's what you thought until you came home at around 6:30 pm.

Lets rewind a bit.

"Ughhhhhh do you really have to go though? Like... You can just stay here.."

"For the whole day?"

"Well-" "and not get any money?" "...."

Gorou frowns, clearly upset about the fact that you were going to leave for work after being with them for four whole days (it's a lot to him apparently) and even after desperately trying to persuade you to stay, you were very adamant about going to work.

Ayato lets out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, placing his hand on Gorou's shoulder. "Leave it be, Gorou... Work is very important after all." Ayato explains, backing you up.

You smiled softly as you slipped your shoes on, making sure that you had everything in your bag before quickly sending a text to the owners of the shop.

"I'll be there soon! ❤️"

Tucking your phone back into your bag, your hands rest on the doorknob as you opened the door slightly, body just halfway through the door, your eyes scanned the scene before you (making sure that everything was in its place so you'd know if anything was broken and or moved later on).

Thoma was in the kitchen cleaning the dishes, and dare you say he looked delicious. (... not literally) His sleeves were rolled up as he wore your rubber gloves on his hands, not only that but he also wore a pink and white polka dot apron. He looked like the definition of 'Male-wife'.

Ayato and Gorou standing in front of you to the side, going back and fourth about how he (Gorou) should let you go to work and how (Ayato) should just let him grab a hold of your legs and prevent you from going to work.

The rest of the men were either sitting on the couch or leaning on the couch watching you watch Ayato and Gorou bicker. As your grave wavers off to the other men your eyes landed on Heizou, that cheeky man.

A smirk appears on Heizou's lips as he caught your eye. "Missing me already?" Heizou flirted, winking at you so... flirtatiously. Your cheeks began to flush up at his actions, you clear your throat and looked away.

"Absolutely not. I'll be going to work now alright? Please don't fight or anything.. Remember, Dainsleif, Zhongli and Neuvillette are in charge." You reminded, the men in charge all nod their heads are your word, and they all glare at Childe. Because they knew he wouldn't listen.

Childe was blissfully unaware of the stares as he was busy giving you puppy dog eyes, all the while stepping closer towards you, hoping that it would work. Obviously it did not.

"Whatever you're trying to do, Childe, Isn't working. Okay bye bye! I'll be back at around five (5) pm." You wave your hand goodbye and pat Childe's head before clicking the lock on the doorknob and closed the door shut.

Childe groaned, leaning his head against the door. "They better come back at five exactly, or else.." He mumbled, clearly annoyed.

"Or else what ginger boy? You aren't going to do SHIT" Wanderer scoffs, smirking at the ginger-haired reaction as he knew he was now 100% pissed. Before Childe or Wanderer start anything Zhongli cleared his throat, his hand on his lips.

Zhongli glared at the both of them—not putting up with their antics and arguing.

Childe soon stormed off, mumbling under his breath along the lines of how "Y/n's always putting Zhongli in charge.. Why not me?! I'm very stern and a great person to put in charge..." And yadadada.

Heizou heaved a great and dramatic sigh, sinking down into his seat. He knew it was going to one long and boring day without you.

The walk from your home to your workplace was quite short really, it didn't take too long to reach your job area. And one of the best things about walking to the pastry shop is that it was calming, since the time you leave your home and walk to your destination is early in the morning (7 AM) it's very quiet.

There are no loud noises, no chitter chattering, absolutely nothing. Only the sounds of bird chirpings, the sounds of the ringing from bikes as they passed by, the soft and cold whooshing of the wind as the leaves shake, you were calmed by the sounds.

But today. Your stress levels were spiked up slightly, you were nervous about leaving all the 24 men men in your home, all alone (it's just you gone but still), without YOUR supervision!! But then again you had Zhongli, Dainsleif and Neuvillette to be in charge but you can't help but worry.

Like what if they break your favourite plate that costed $23 from Amazon?! What if Childe and Wanderer fight once again and knock everything over?! only the Lord can save them when you arrive home, that's for sure.

Before you knew it you were right in front of your bakery shop. Subconsciously you let out a sigh upon seeing the familiar sign of the shop. "Mrs. Bakery" it read. A smile reached your lips as you opened the front door, the sound of the wind chimes tinkling against one another.

Stepping foot into the warm shop, your eyes sparkled with joy as you noticed Mrs. Sam grinning and waving at you. "Welcome Y/n, I feel like it's been so long... Come, I've just prepared a batch of Caramel Donuts, come try one, I need your opinion."

You wasted no time and walked over to the back of the shop, placing your bag down and greeting Mr. Sam before trying the Donuts.

As you finished chowing down on the Donut you hummed in delight, nodding your head in acknowledgement. "Mmmh! Tastes really nice, boss! I don't know how you guys do it..."

"Oh—Please, no need to call me 'Boss', you know to call me Linda." The old woman chuckled, shaking her head playfully, you smiled back in response and began to put on your apron.

You begin to do your job, cleaning the tables, setting the new Donuts, Cakes and pastries in the display case before counting the money, checking in the emails and making sure you have all the pastries ready for the orders. Everything was okay and in order.

The time was now 8:30 AM, you got from behind the counter and walked up front to the door and turned the "CLOSED" sign around, it now read "OPEN", the store was now open for the day.

And as you all wait for your customers you lean against the counter, jus staring into the void when you suddenly felt someone nudge your arm, it was Charles, well, Mr. Sam.

"Oh, Charles! Is everything alright, do you need help with anything?" You asked, fixing your posture as he just caught you slacking off of work. Charles shook his head and laughed. "No No, I'm fine. You just look... troubled, are you okay?"

You shake your head, sighing. "No, I'm okay thank you. Just uh.. you know.. things." You replied with a sheepish smile, trying to make sure that the truth doesn't slip out of your mouth.

Charles hums as he stared out the door. "Oh! Look, our first customer. Be sure to welcome them!" He states before walking away. You straightened your back even more before smiling as you welcomed your first customer.

Work will surely get the nervousness off your mind and body.

(Now back at home,) After you left your home, Heizou, Gorou, Aether and Lyney groaned in defeat, what were they going to do now? You were gone.. there was nothing to do without you.

Thoma had already finished washing and drying the dishes as he now leaned against the couch, humming a soft tune. The silence was deafening, everybody was too quite, way too quite to the point where they could hear the birds chirping from out the window, the small droplets coming out of the tap as it landed on the wiped sink, the occasional sighs and sniffles from the men amongst them.

Yeah it was quiet.

Then all of the sudden Thoma perked up—giving Kaveh a fright. Kaveh, who was staring at Thoma as he sat on the couch, had jumped from the sudden movement of Thoma, his face was screaming "WHAT THE FUCK?!" but you know, he didn't actually scream that out loud.

Thoma smiles sheepishly and apologized, "sorry Kaveh, I didn't mean to.. but I have an idea to propose." Thoma states, looking around the room, Zhongli gave him a nod to continue.

"Wait wait wait—sorry to interrupt you but uh.. why do you sound so... professional?" Itto intercepts, staring at Thoma looking seriously dumbfounded. Thoma shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't know, but anyway back to my idea, I say we should clean Y/n's house? I mean we're all bored and have nothing to do. Plus, I'm positive Y/n will be thankful for us cleaning her home."

Thoma's suggestion didn't sound so bad, the idea of cleaning? Not sp much. You being happy that your house is clean? Absolutely yes. The hums of agreement could be hear from around the living room.

"Hm.. that doesn't sound so bad, I guess, but I dibs not cleaning the bathroom OR unclogging the sink!" Heizou added, knowing that he beat majority of the men who also wanted to dibs not cleaning the bathroom and or unclogging the sink.

Many of the men groaned, wishing that maybe someone would take one for the team when Zhongli cleared his throat, immediately silencing everybody. "I say we all do it in groups. I will do it for you guys since I do not trust any of you doing it."

After many troubles, arguing and nasty stares, Zhongli decided that he, Ayato, Heizou and Aether would be a group and clean the living room.

Kaeya, Albedo, Diluc and Xiao were in group two, they were in charge of cleaning the bedrooms (and making sure that everything you placed was still in its' position).

Baizhu, Kazuha, Itto and Gorou were in group three, in charge of mopping, sweeping and vacuuming the floors.

Venti, Neuvillette, Wriothesley and Freminet were in group four, they were put to the job of dusting everything.

Childe, Dainsleif, Pantalone and Pierro were set into group five, they organized your wardrobe.

Capitano, Lyney, Cyno, Al-haitham, Kaveh, Dottore and Wanderer were in group six, they were in charge of... cleaning the toilet and bathroom.

And last but not least, Thoma, he was set to organizing the cabinets with the food, plates, utensils and all kitchenware. He was the only one who was happy with his position.

They all set off to the spots and began to clean, at first they didn't enjoy cleaning (other than Thoma, Aether, Zhongli, Neuvillette, Wriothesley and Lyney) but over time they enjoyed it, it was therapeutic and gave them a sense of pride when they see how much they cleaned.

And thankfully, no vases or anything fragile fell and or broke, everything was all well and clean as the men made sure to be extra careful around your most prized possessions.

While they all cleaned, time seemed to have gone by fast, three (3) hours had already passed by the time everybody was done cleaning. "Oh my lord.. that was extremely tiring, I need water.." Lyney spoke breathlessly, wiping the sweat off of his forehead as he dragged his feet across the floor to the kitchen.

Unlike some other men who did not even sweat a drop and looked energetic (Diluc, Wriothesley, Itto and Childe), they all slumped on the couch, tired from all of their cleaning they were sure their muscles would grow after all the arm strength they used in scrubbing.

Lyney came back with with cans of soda and gave them all to everybody, as they all took it from Lyney's hand and on the coffee table they all thanked him and thanked the lord.

"Soda has never tasted any better..." Itto sighed after chugging the whole can before burping, loudly. Childe, along with the others groaned in annoyance and muttered under the breath.

"How disgusting.." "Why is he always burping?" "Does he have no shame?!"

Heizou looked up to the clock on the wall, the time read 10:45 AM. Heizou closed his eyes, taking in breaths as he thought about you coming through the door, finally finishing work.

There was still seven (7) hours left, and there was nothing to do but watch shows and sleep through the afternoon.

"That would be $7.50 thank you!" You said, reaching your hand out for him while smiling towards your regular customer. He always came every (opening) single day, you were always so thankful to his understanding and kind nature but he did sometimes creep you out.

Despite him always wearing a black hoodie that was always hanging on his face, you could always see his smile.

The man smiled in an unsettling way before nodding his head and handing you the money, you ignored the way his hands seemed to linger on yours for more than a second as he passes you the money.

"You look even better than usual, Y/n." The man whispers, your brows furrowed as you slightly leaned in closer. "I'm sorry?" You heard him just fine but the way he said it put you off, maybe your brain was wiring his words to sound weird?

"I—I mean you look amazing, today!" He stuttered, cheeks blushing a bright coral red. You smiled shyly and thanked him quietly, still not used to compliments.

Your gaze follows him as he walks off, sitting down at his usual seat as he looks down at the table. "Hello?" The voice of another customer caught your attention, your head snapped back as you quickly apologized and getting back to work.

A beautiful, brown haired woman who looked around your age began ordering her drink, you took everything down and gave her the price. "That'll be $5.90, anything else?" She shakes her head.

You expected her to move so that you could take the next customer but she didn't, her eyes shifted to the man you were talking to earlier before looking at you.

"That.. guy. Do you know him personally?" She asked quietly, leaning in closer. Your brows furrowed at her question. "... No, why?"

A sigh.

"I don't mean to come off as a stalker but.. For a couple of weeks now I've seen him coming to this shop and talking to you, stalking you, watching you as you worked and when you left. Please don't freak out—I just want you to know."

For a second your heart skipped a beat, you expected yourself to be afraid and you know, the usual scared emotions but for some reason you felt.. neutral? You would've never expected that him, your regular customer, to be your stalker.

The thought of him following you home, watching you work, watching you leave work made you feel uncomfortable, but you had to stay calm as the supposed stalker was in the room with you.

You nod your head slowly and took a deep breath, looking at the woman in her eyes. "Thank you for telling me, I'll... do something about it." The lady smiles apologetically and walks away, leaving you a few seconds to your thoughts before you were dragged right back into reality by the voice of your next customer.

All the while you were serving and taking the customers orders, you found yourself glancing at the man in black, the more you stare at him the more you noticed how suspicious he looked, the more unsettled and scared you felt, the pit in your lower stomach was filled with butterflies.

Your palms grew sweatier as everything became harder to concentrate on. Questions ran through your mind.

Was he really stalking you? Are you and that other woman overthinking it? But then why does he look so suspicious? Why was he always staring at you so.. greedily?

It got to the point where you couldn't even focus on your customers and answer their questions and orders. "Hello? Helloooo? Ugh are you even listening?" Was the only thing you could hear from your very annoying customer.

You placed your palm up, apologizing to the customer. "I—I'm sorry I need to go do something, I'll get another person wait.." You stated, your hand rubbing your temples as you walked off into the back of the shop to meet Mrs. Sam

Mrs. Sam noticed you walking into the room looking troubled. "Y/n, everything alright? Are the customers being rude?" She questioned, placing both of her hands on your shoulders—holding you steady.

"I'm.. I don't know, I don't feel good nor safe. Can I take a quick break? I'm so sorry—" You were cut off by Mrs. Sam as she shushes you.

"Never be sorry, Dear. Take as much time as you need I'll get Charles to do the job." You were thankful for her as she calls her husband over and explains the situation, he wasted no time getting out of the kitchen.

Time passed by as you sat down on a chair, just thinking about everything. "You know..." Mrs. Sam begun, washing the dishes, not even staring at you as she continues to speak.

"You can tell me anything, I'll try to help. If you don't feel safe you can go home you know? We are about you a lot."

Turning your head around you stared up at her before looking back down, sighing. "It's nothing Mrs. Sam, I don't feel safe walking home right now. D'you think you could walk me home today?"

Mrs. Sam hums, finishing up her washing before placing the plate on a dish rack. She puts her latex gloves away and faces towards you. "Why, of course, I don't mind."

A smile reached your lips as you felt a slightly bit better and safer.

—

Finally, it was 4:50 PM, you would be going home early as the couple allowed you too, this would mean that the shop would close 10 minutes earlier.

Fortunately there were no more customers by the time you were closing the shop—the supposed stalker had went away as well.

You made sure to count the money, wipe the tables, and make sure that all the pastries that weren't bought were put in the freezer. You turned the "OPEN" sigh around, signifying that the shop was now closed.

You grabbed your bag and checked that everything was inside before opening the door and holding it open for the old couple before closing and locking it after stepping out.

"Thank you for walking me home, I feel much better now!" You happily expressed, smiling towards the both of them. Charles chuckled and waved his hand.

"It's no worries, It has gotten quite dangerous nowadays you know.. I heard on the news last week that a young woman went missing in an alleyway near Hills St.."

You giggled as he rambled on about stories about him and his wife, they always made your day. Sooner or later you reached your home, you had totally forgotten about the 'stalker'.

After thanking them, you waved goodbye and unlocked the door, after hearing the click you turned the doorknob and pushed yourself inside.

As the men waited patiently for you to come home, the sound of the click of the doorknob was heard from the door. Everybody whipped their head towards the sound and immediately got up—as if they were ready to pounce on you (because they were).

The second Heizou saw your figure coming through the door he ran towards you and hugged you from behind, tightly. You haven't even closed and locked the door shut yet as he held you tightly with no plans of letting you go anytime soon.

"I missed you too, Heizou" You giggled, closing the door shut behind you before locking the door. "Oh, ow ow ow— Heizou you're hugging me really tightly-!"

Heizou apologized, but you knew he didn't mean it but you didn't mind. Before you knew it more people began to hug you really tightly. Gorou, Aether and Childe all hugged your body.

They felt so warm and this was just what you needed after a long and confusing day at work.

"You seemed tired, do you need to rest?" Ayato asked worriedly, pulling the men away from your body. You looked up to meet his gaze and sighed. "Yeah, I think I do." You muttered.

That was all that he needed to know before he swooped you off your feet, obviously spooking you as your eyes widened, your heart beat spiking up as your hands immediately gripped on his arm.

"Time to go sleep." Ayato states, bringing you to your room as the rest followed behind you. You groaned, too tired to protest. "But I feel icky, I need to go take a shower first."

Ayato hummed for a second before putting you down in front of the bathroom door, he opened the door and ushered you inside. "I'll get your clothes, just stay there.

You listened to his words as you waited for him to get your pajamas. After a couple of minutes he knocked on the door, as you opened it his hand poked through the crack of the door, a pair of clothes being handed to you.

You took the clothes as he quickly retracted his hand and closed the door.

After 20 minutes of taking a warm shower you slipped your clothes on—you felt so much better, more refreshed and clean. As you exited the bathroom you made your way to your bedroom, stepping inside you noticed that the fan was on, your blinds just rolled up slightly so that little sunlight seeped in, just the way you liked it.

Not only that but Tighnari was also in your room, tending to the plants on your desk. His ears twitched as he picked up the sounds of your footstep and your presence.

"Finished already? Well don't mind me I'm just taking care of your plants" He spoke in a soft tone, smiling at you. You hummed and made your way to your bed before flopping down, heaving a great, relaxed sigh.

Tighnari stopped in his tracks as his ear twitched once more, he turned his head to face you lying on your bed, looking exhausted yet relaxed from the shower.

Your eyes were closed shut when you felt the edge of your bed dipping, your eyes flickered open—you spotted Tighnari sitting on the edge of your bed, just staring at you, observing your face.

"Are you okay, Y/n? You seem exhausted. Was it work?" He questioned, his voice filled with worry. You thought about your answer for a second, you would've been fine if you had not known about your so-called 'stalker'.

But could you really tell him? You knew they (all the men) were overprotective of you and if you told Tighnari, he might tell everybody as well. And that would only cause more problems.

A faint sigh escaped your lips. "No.. I'm just a bit tired is all, don't worry about me." You replied, moving around in your bed and tucking yourself in.

Tighnari didn't respond after that, it was only silent.

"... I've noticed you've been looking at my ears a lot."

Your eyes widened at his sudden words. He wasn't lying. You've been thinking about their (Tighnari and Gorou) ears and tails for a while now, they just looked so soft.

A warmness spreads across your cheeks to your face as you nod your head, "well you're not wrong"

Tighnari blushed before clearing his throat, his eyes avoiding yours. "W—well if it makes you feel a bit better, you can touch them, I don't mind. It would be an honor to have my ears touched by you."

His words made you feel some type of way but you wasted no time and pat the spot beside you, you couldn't waste this opportunity.

Tighnari obeys, lying right beside you but just a bit lower than you, you slowly placed your hand on his soft, fluffy ears, making sure not to hurt them or rub them too hard.

All the while you looked between his ears and back at his face to see any signs of discomfort. Your breath hitched in your throat, amazed by how soft they were.

"So soft..." You mumbled softly—unable to stop yourself from touching his ears. Tighnari blushed at your words and closed his eyes, a shaky breath escaping his lips as his grip on the blanket tightened.

After a couple of minutes the drowsiness soon took over your body and eyelids as you fought to stay awake but to no avail. Your eyelids slowly but surely grew heavy and heavy, and before you knew it you were knocked out cold, your hand still laid on his ears.

Tighnari, too, fell asleep to your touch.

"Shhhhh! They're both asleep!" Kazuha shushed Childe who was complaining quite loudly about how he should be in the bed with you. Childe huffed and grumbled under his breath.

Soft snore escaped your mouth as you grumbled and flipped to your other side. "It's already 8, we should get to sleep as well." Neuvillette whispers, already settling down onto the mattress near your bed.

"That lucky bastard!" Wanderer scowls, glaring at Tighnari that slept peacefully on your bed, his ear twitched. Heizou rolled his eyes and began to tuck himself into the bed.

The rest went to the guest room and got ready to sleep. The sounds of the blankets rustling, people snoring, sighing and the sound of the fan was the only thing could be heard.

"Hey... guys?"

Dainsleif, Neuvillette, Cyno, Childe and the others hummed at Aether's question.

"Is it just me or was Y/n kind of off today? They seemed different I don't know why." Aether proposed, his voice was soft as he thought about you.

A chorus of hums and agreement were heard, and then it was silent again. "You think we should go visit Y/n at work? Maybe something happened to them."

Dainsleif sighed before responding. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea but... wouldn't that make us seem like creeps though? To Y/n I mean."

"Eh, not really, we're just visiting them to see if anything happened to them you know?" Childe explained, his arms and legs splayed out on the mattress of the bed, his arms hitting Gorou who groaned and turned his back towards him.

Well, at least they won't be bored the next day, just... one small thing that bothered them.

The unknown number who texted you just a couple minutes ago that read,

Messages

Mark Holey

hey, you looked ravishing today my love, i want to tell you something and i hope you feel the same way about me too, a couple weeks ago i...

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