#Yao nine perfect strangers x reader

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beautiful strangers | yao

SUMMARY -> in a moment of relaxation by the pool, you think about your wellness assistant. and he happens to be thinking about you too, more than he had denied himself of the thought.

yao x fem! reader

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GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> leaving his relationship w/ masha & delilah ambiguous here (open to interpretation), mentions of drugs & nonconsensual drugging, sexual tension, inner conflicts, protected p in v, oral sex (both!reaciving) & fingering.

WC -> 6.89k

a/n: once again, i have only watched about 4 episodes. lmaoo. don’t know if yao is ooc in this but focus on the sexual tension cuz i certainly had the time on writing it!! hope you all liked thisss

likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

the sun hits your skin nicely, as the pool water cools it.

you let out a relaxed sigh, loving that you’re the only one in the community pool right now, swimming alone. by swimming, just floating around until the tips of your toes and fingers wrinkle. to say you actually like your stay here in the elusive but beautiful house of tranquillum. as skeptical as you are with their ways of… healing. the resort’s commodities and nature make up for it. a wellness retreat was not part of your plans, but you needed a break from all the recent stress that has been going on in your life. so, when you heard of a remote wellness retreat in california, why not? nothing would go wrong with surrounding yourself with these… spiritual healers?

your feet splash lightly in the water, and you adjust yourself on the pool noodle that’s helping you stay afloat. your rayband sunglasses sit perfectly on the bride of your nose, shielding your eyes from the scorching sun’s rays of light. your thoughts are dead silent; the water and sun are the only things you feel. but now it drifts carelessly to a certain man you cannot stop thinking about since your stay here.

pale honey skin, face defined and chiseled, dark brown eyes that turn into a honey-brown color when it hits the sun, voice soft and gentle, lips rosy and kissable, muscled arms, and long black hair that's always tied in a man-bun.

god, you crave for the man.

your thighs rub against each other at the thought of him. by him, yao- your wellness assistant in this retreat. oh, eyes were immediately drawn to him, you remembered. how soft and light his voice was when he greeted you with a smile. namaste.

he was pretty in the eyes, but you weren't that incredibly deprived to want to do anything with him. you merely treat him as some other pretty commodity the tranquillum offers. one for you to stare at when he isn't looking, or you don't care if he is looking either way. you only had about 8 days left in the retreat. what was the point of throwing yourself to an attractive staff of the place? you just decided that admiring him would be enough and that the thought of him satiates your fantasies the nights you have gone to bed, coming undone thinking of him.

the pattern of footsteps makes your head tilt up as a mischievous grin settles on your face. the man you were just thinking of greets you with a smile in return.

"a quick swim before the banquet?" he starts off lightly, seeming amused at how fast you were to lounge in the pool after returning from doing the activity in the forest. earth-day, as they all coined it.

"mhm." you nod, relaxing your head again on the pool noodle.

"how was earth-day for you?" ah, there he goes with his questions. you amusingly think as you let out a relaxed sigh.

"very nurturing. naturey." you merely answer, shrugging. "then i swam naked in a river with delilah."

he lets out a chuckle. your eyes beneath your sunglasses follow his every move as he walks by the pool's edge, scrunching up his pants to his knees as he sits down now, his feet dangling in the water. he looks a little tense, but he hid it pretty well.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, letting the pool noodles on your head and feet go as you splash against the water. you stand on your tiptoes, water leveled to your chin as you removed your glasses to look at him. he masks his surprise at your question as he shakes his head, still showing you a small smile on his lips. you reel into that.

“nothing.” he answered you. “i hoped the activity made you want to open yourself to us. as you opened yourself to nature.”

“i did.” you quietly said, remembering the conversation you had in the jacuzzi. though, you weren’t the one opening up to anyone, you were there just to hear it.

yao looks at you, uncertain what to say next. usually, there’s a script in his mind from how long he has been working here, and treating guests, like you. except, you weren’t the same as everyone else. he had observed this, so had masha, you were like a tough nut to crack. always masking yourself in this mysterious but comforting persona, deflecting easily whatever words of comfort they say. but that wasn’t the thing that troubles him now.

you look like a siren seducing him in the blue pristine water.

the moment you stepped in the tranquillum, he couldn’t stop thinking about how your eyes stared at him. how your lashes fluttered when you said namaste back to him. how easy and kind you are not to argue with him when he had to kindly take your phone. how carefree and curious you are to explore the resort. but he admires your strong will not to tell what you were suffering. not even masha could spill it out of you.

he craves to know that… he craves to heal it. he craves to hear your vulnerable voice tell him what troubled you, and why you were here. he imagines you’d cry, then he’ll hold you in his arms while he soothes you with his words of comfort and healing. you’ll thank him with puffy eyes and tear-stained lips.

“you’re staring.” you say, swimming towards him. he holds his breath for a moment, you are now a bit closer to him. your face just a mere step away from his legs submerged in the water. indeed, you look like a siren eyeing her prey to a lonely and gullible sailor. the sailor being him.

“apologies.” he merely says again. it troubles him to think of the desire pooling in him as you smiled at him. you were a guest, he was your wellness consultant. what would masha think of him now?

“we’re beautiful strangers, aren’t we?” you suddenly say, as you swam to the pool steps, ready to get out. your body swayed a bit with each step you took. his eyes stared at the dripping water from your hips to your thighs running down to your bare legs. he rakes his gaze further up slowly, appreciating how the ray of orange light from the horizon hitting your skin perfectly. how that subtle slow drip of water from your chin goes down to your neck then to the swell of your bikini-covered chest.

“don’t worry.” you say with a whisper as you got out of the pool, grabbing your towel as you wrapped it around you. he snaps out of his trance, looking away from you for a moment, ashamed. have you noticed his stare again?

you tilt your head inquisitively to the side, putting on a subtle sly grin. “i like to stare at beautiful things too.”

he looks back into your eyes, his heart beating loudly. he feels like you can see through and that frightens him a bit. before he could say something, you leave him there alone. but you don’t leave his mind not once as he runs his hand across his face. the water freezes his calfs as he grits his jaw, trying his hardest not to think about you again. he closes his eyes, opting to meditate now for a bit, hoping it would clear his mind.

he doesn’t want to think about you again.

・゜゜・．

the banquet was something. it started off as fun the first part, all the guests danced around the bonfire. he smiles, dancing with delilah for a bit then choosing to just stay put and watch the other guests have fun. yet… you were not here as he looks around slyly. hoping his other co-workers wouldn’t notice his frequent scan of the entire area. but luckily, it wasn’t just him noticing your absence.

“have you seen her?” delilah asked beside him in whisper, pertaining to you. “masha is about to arrive.”

“no. i haven’t.” he says, usually he would have an answer than he doesn’t know. delilah stares at him confusingly, and he lets out a sigh. “i’ll fetch her in her room.”

“all right.” she thanked him as he headed back to where your private lodgings were. the lights were dim as he walked through the familiar hallway to your room. the curtains are still drawn up, making the moonlight seep in as he hears your voice, humming a relaxed tune.

he takes a short inhale, readying himself as the lights come from your room near his periphery. the first thing he notices when he enters the threshold is you, sitting by the vanity, putting on a rogue lipstick on your soft lips. his heart starts to beat into a familiar rhythm that bugged him. you were focused on applying the satin red lipstick on your lips, meticulously perfecting how it would look. he doesn't say anything in greeting but the moment your eyes meet his through the mirror, he goes quiet. and you smiled in greeting.

"is the banquet starting?" your soft voice echoes through the room. he leans on the wall next to him, crossing his arms.

"yes. dinner is about to start." your eyes focused on where the bulge of his muscles and veins on his arms peek out. he's wearing a white button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows and his hair tied as usual.

"sorry." you grinned, putting down your lipstick as you quickly did a final retouch before standing up. "party must be missing out on all the fun if you're here to escort me there."

he chuckles at that as his eyes rake over your figure. you're wearing a long dress that hugs your curves, the leopard print you chose to wear for tonight, something bold and daring. you seem to catch his eyes as you walk towards him then motioning to your dress.

"do i look good?" you asked, and he immediately looked up to your grinning face. the crimson stain on your lips entices him. he feels somewhat dizzy all of a sudden. he doesn't know if it's the wine that's affecting him or... just you.

"you look beautiful." he says, his tone a bit lower and intimate. as if you were his lover he's appreciating. even though you were just a stranger to him that he felt oddly too connected with. we're beautiful strangers, aren't we? your words echoed in his head, his chest rises as he blinks, trying to focus ahead of the protocol and such.

"thank you." your smile didn't leave your face as you neared him, ready go to the banquet. "let's go."

your bare arm brushes against his skin for a moment, and your sweet scent fills his nostrils making his whole control snap. the look of your eyes flash through his mind, knowing and seducing him. the way you looked at him in the pool, he knew you were feeling the same as him. before you could even get past him, he immediately grabbed your elbow, making you let out a noise of surprise.

"is there something wrong-" your question dies down from your lips when you stare into his dark eyes. how close your face is to his. you can clearly see something stirring inside those dark brown orbs. yao 's brow furrowed, and suddenly, he felt panic arise in him about how close he was to you.

"oh..." you say and your head cocks to the side. you seem to piece something together as you only say something that triggered him now.

"don't hold back." you softly whispered, as if you knew the fight he had with himself to not let his irrational thoughts come alive. it's as if the roles were reversed, he wasn't the one consoling a guest crumbling with their inner self. you were the one now softly telling him to let go.

"i-" he stutters, trying to apologize, but your lips gently brush against his. his hold on your arm tightens, and you merely grin at him as he surges forward. all careful resistance for you in him is gone.

soft. he thinks, as his lips land on yours. addicting. his hands went down to your waist as you eagerly reciprocated back. choosing to place your hands on his chest, feeling for his loud heartbeat. his eyes are tightly shut, still feeling rigid. how all of this feels wrong. he shouldn't be kissing you. he shouldn't be kissing a guest when his main purpose is to help you get well. where was his mantra? where did it go? all the rules he set for himself are now gone in this moment. how your lips moved heatedly against his are the only thing on his mind.

his body moves on its own accord. desperate to hold you close to him. your warm body pressing against his. his mind cries in pain. telling himself to stop, but he can't. your little noises between kisses has his whole core shaking. how sweet your lips tasted, how perfect his hands roam carefully around your curves. he imagines this moment, that this was a normal day he had back when he wasn't involved with masha. that you were his date that night and he's kissing you until you beg for him to join him in your room. that this was all not happening in the tranquillum. that he's just a normal guy, kissing a beautiful woman. not a man who blindly schemed with a woman who claims to make suffering people find peace in their 10-day wellness journey.

but the fantasy disperses when you pull away from him.

there's a moment of silence when you just look at him. he licks his lips, tasting your lipstick on his tongue. he feels his whole body shudder when he sees your perfectly stained rogue lips are now slightly smudged. he looks back, looking deflated, and he realizes he did something wrong. would masha see this? knowing she has a lot of security cameras hiding in every part of the tranquillum. every guest is monitored. he squeezes your hips, looking away from you with shame enveloping him entirely.

"you should go ahead." you say, always ahead of him before he could say something. he stiffens, dropping his hands from your hips. his hands clenching momentarily before he forces them to dangle by his sides. you merely smiled at him again. not once did a flash of regret like he has appeared on your face. you enjoyed it. "wipe your lips before you go. i'm going to fix my lipstick again."

he winces at that. "that was inappropriate of me. i-i... apologize." he says, pertaining to the kiss. his head hangs low as your hand on his chest pulls back, and he almost wants to place it back there again. above his beating heart.

"don't worry. i'm glad you didn't hold back." you said before moving away from him to go back to your vanity. you leave him there in his own shame. he forces himself to walk out of your room, wiping his hands over his lips harshly. it stained his fingertips, and that made him want to run away. but he chooses to stay in the lobby. his mind is clouded and he wants to bury himself in the soil. and a question in his mind hangs around in the air.

was he glad that he didn't hold back?

eventually, both of you arrive shortly before masha could arrive. yao still had the decency to help you sit next to frances. pulling your chair back like the gentleman he is. but he doesn't make eye contact with you, fearing others might realize what you two did in your room if he looked at you. your face remained the same, face neutral as if no problem had occurred. your lips are perfectly red, without any evidence of the smudge he did on them. he's suddenly self-conscious, wondering if others could see the light red stain on his own lips.

masha arrives, and she greets them all. yao helps her to her seat as he stands beside her while she does her opening words for the banquet. you watch with observing eyes, gaze flickering back to yao. he feels your eyes on him, his own resolve crumbling for a moment as he looks back at you wearily.

before all of you can sit down, masha looks at you with amusement dazzling in her eyes. you look back at her as she turns to yao momentarily. he's silent from what you can see from your distance. she looks at you again, something in her piercing blue eyes telling you that she knows something. it doesn't bother you as you merely smile back, a little wider than usual. his jaw clenches when he notices the eye contact between you and masha.

it seems his appetite for roasted goat is subtly gone now, and shame and desire are filling his stomach.

the night doesn't end for everyone. after the fun in the banquet died down when masha was asked if she was medicating all of the guests, and she reluctantly told the truth. microdosing apparently. when those words left her mouth and her justification that this has been a protocol they have been formulating for the past years, and you didn't want to hear any more of it. you stood up, leaving them to argue with themselves. yao had watched you leave, saying you were going to turn in for the night. no one had argued back, their attention solely on masha, who they were furious with for the moment. there, he sees a flicker of something other than a smile or amusement across your face. he almost wants to follow you, a nervousness in him thinking that your view of him has changed. not that it should matter to him, he was just a part of helping all of the guests- including you, get well.

but he remained glued to his spot. listening to masha talking to troy and the others, defending herself. eventually, all guests started to leave the table, upset at the fact they were illegally drugging them without their consent. a hand lightly touches his. he looks at masha as she smiles.

"give her some time." she says, her accent thick and comforting. "and try again." he ponders at that, knowing she was pertaining to you. but nonetheless, he obeys masha.

"i will." he gulps.

・゜゜・．

he doesn't know how many hours have passed as he stares at the ceiling of his room. the wind gently breezes in from his opened window. the wind chimes by the door gently making a sound along the breeze of the cold night. his mind is in disarray, flickering back and forth to the thoughts of you. to your lips, your body against his, your smudged lipstick that stained your chin because of him, and your face at that moment in the banquet.

you were upset.

he knows it. how your eyes subtly lost that amusement and curiosity and turned into a profound show of betrayal. what caused that reaction? he wonders. it was obvious that if he were a guest and he was presented with the information of being non-consensually drugged- or medicated... he would be upset. but that wasn't the problem; he knew you'd be much more amused based on how you have been acting since you arrived here. as masha had said to him, you were something. you had no background information whatsoever on past traumas... you just came here... for fun?

his brows furrowed as he sat up, his hair tousled and messy. he runs his fingers through his locks, something in him beckoning him to go to you. he needs to know what you were truly here for. and, most importantly... why did you let him kiss you? was it for fun as well? he wonders as he picks his shirt up on the chair and stands up. he hastily puts it on, grabbing his flashlight, no hesitation now to go to you. he doesn't care if masha or delilah or the others would question him tomorrow. he just needs to know...

what hurts you?

it was a grueling walk to get to your lodgings. each step he took had him wondering if this impulse he was acting out on was right. certainly, he knew kissing you wasn't right. he was your wellness consultant, you were a guest. what happened between you two was a mistake. he's sure of that... or is he?

his view of your place comes into view, the lights are out but your backdoor was opened, and he suddenly stops in his steps. he shouldn't. his mind roars, and he almost turns back until...

"yao?" your soft voice comes from somewhere. he stiffens, head immediately looking to where you are. he sees you slowly emerge from the darkness in front of him. his flashlight illuminates your figure, he sees that you're wearing a cotton robe that's opened to reveal your silk black nightgown. he gulps, guessing you wanted a late-night walk.

"can't sleep?" he asks, and you nod, crossing your arms due to the cold breeze.

"what are you doing here?" you eye him curiously.

"just..." he tries to lie, but he can't anymore. "i think we should talk inside your room." he immediately says, going closer to you to grab your wrist. you don't say anything but let him drag you back inside your private lodgings through the backdoor that's opened. once you two are inside, he closes it shut, drawing the curtains to really get some privacy. he turns to you, readying himself but you surprise him again.

"i like your hair like this." you softly said, fingers touching the stray strands of his long hair that are not bound by a hair tie on the side of his face. his chest rises at the sensation of your hand brushing gently against his cheek. he grips your hand softly in return, not swatting it away.

"the kiss..."

"...was a mistake?" you grinned. "didn't feel like a mistake, though."

he stutters yet again, slowly lowering your hand down but not letting go. and then, his eyes suddenly catch the smoothie he made for you earlier before the banquet. not an ounce was drunk, and was just sitting perfectly on your bedside table, right where he had placed it.

"you didn't drink it." he says and your grin slowly disappears at that.

"i don't like the drugs in it." you say, and he realizes that you must have known much earlier than all of the guests about the microdosing.

"you don't have to worry. it's completely legal, and we tailor it to your health records. so the dosage we give you is perfectly fine-"

"i still don't want it in me." your words are sharp. and there, he can see that flicker of sadness in your eyes.

"...would you like to tell me why?" he gently asks, going in slow to ease you out. you shake your head.

"it doesn't matter."

"it matters to me." he says, his thumb caressing your skin. you look away now, shrugging. he waits patiently. "your wellness is my concern."

“so drugging me is part of that?” your brows furrow.

“medicating you- it’s different. it’s part of the protocol masha has implemented to all guests here.” he explained. but there is a moment of doubt for that. he believes that masha planned this for a greater cause.

“how is that normal?” your voice grows thick, you’re about to say something else but you hold back. yao frowns at that. “just… forget about it. i don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“talking helps.” he whispered. “what troubles you with this?”

there’s a moment of hesitation seen on your face. you inhale sharply, ignoring his soft look he has on. a look that brings comfort, an easy facade he takes to get a guest to let it all out.

“…why did you hold back before kissing me?” you suddenly asked. his facade breaks momentarily. he almost got it out of you. but you knew well to play this game.

“that’s…- we’re talking about you.”

“well it is you kissing me.”

he sighs, wanting to end this right now. but no, he came here for one thing. and that one thing is you.

“i… i don’t know.” he stutters.

“you know.” you push on. his mind is in a loop again. for a moment, you watch him fight his inner self again.

“you’re something.” he finally confessed. “something that i can’t understand. something so new to me. you came here so different from all the other guests. not struggling, not crying on the first day… and that made me feel too intrigued with you. you don’t weep, don’t say nothing what troubles you.” he takes a breath before finally saying it, looking deep into your eyes.

“you have been in my mind all day and night since you came here.”

“is that a bad thing?” your lashes fluttered, your voice is making him in a trance as you take a step closer to him.

“it is.” he gulps. “you’re a guest. that ruins the protocol-“

“but you still chose to kiss me.”

“it was out of impulse.“

“but you let go.” you argued and he nods at that.

“i did.” he nods again. he feels like a fool now, oh how the tables have turned. you had the upper hand again.

“kiss me again.” you lift your chin up, how close your face is to his in this moment. he shuddered, his other hand goes to your hip unconsciously. he shakes his head and you smiled, lips so close to his. your hot breath fanning against his chin.

“and to be fair…” you whispered, looking down at his trembling lips. “you have been on my mind since day one as well, yao.”

and there his whole world crumbled. he kisses you, forgetting everything he had meticulously planned. it wasn’t soft as before. he kisses you like he’s a man desperate for everything. you kissed him back eagerly. your mouth slightly opens and he pushes his tongue in, holding you close as you grabbed the fabric of his loose shirt. gripping it tight as you start to walk backwards to your bed, leading him there. his brows furrow, knowing where this would all lead.

fuck it.

fuck it all. fuck the protocol. and all the justification he has in his head that this would lead to utter chaos. fuck what masha thinks about this. he hastily breaks the kiss for a moment, clutching his shirt as he messily takes it off him. your eyes gaze down to see his perfectly toned chest and abdomen. you can’t help but let your hand caress his skin. he looks at you with a tender expression, seeing how you wanted him so bad as well.

“i want you.” you whispered. “don’t think of anything. just think of us.” you tell him softly and he nods. he can do that.

he then watches you take a step back. shrugging your robe off, letting it fall to the floor. his eyes rake over your figure, your nipples peaking through the thin fabric of satin. he waits, seeing your fingers fiddle with the lace straps as you let it fall off your shoulders. and the rest came falling down to the floor. you smirk, beckoning him to come closer.

you stand there, naked as ever. his cock stirs in his cotton pants, you had no underwear beneath that nightgown, and that made him surge forward to kiss you again. his large hands went to your bare hips, motioning you to jump up. and you did, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grips your plump ass. fuck, you felt to soft in his arms. how your bare chest pressed warmly against his. his heart beats loudly as he walks towards your large bed, plopping you down gently while he immediately hovers above you.

“so pretty.” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose down to your lips, chin, then to the appetizing bare neck. you let out a soft sigh of pleasure, your hand caressing his broad back as he littered kisses and bites on your neck.

“you’re pretty.” you grinned, your other hand going downwards to his pants. he lets you pull it down with his help, tossing it to the floor as well. his cock springs out and he sighs heavenly when your hand brushes his tip for a moment.

“we’re beautiful strangers, right?” he mirrors your words. you laugh at that, how fitting it is that you two are still complete strangers to one another in this very moment.

“we are.” you smiled and everything feels like a fever dream.

he explores your body with tenderness. kissing his way down of your bare body. treating you like a goddess that has graced him with this blessing of letting him have you. his lips trace against the peak of your breasts, kissing them softly while he descends down to kiss the soft flesh of your abdomen. he praises you all the way, loving the way you let little moans out of his name. his big hands grip your thighs, ushering you to open up. wanting to see the prize between your legs.

you obeyed him, spreading your legs wide open as he is blessed with the sight of you glistening before him. his mouth waters, kissing your inner thigh. he eagerly moves down to kiss the center of your cunt. you shudder at his ministrations, and he smiles at that, kissing your wet entrance again. the taste of you having him go wild. how sweet and delectable you are. he’s like eve in the moment, the forbidden apple the devil presented her seduces her to taste it… to eat it.

and he did. he sins, lapping your glistening cunt before him. sucking your clit while he alternates to lapping his tongue on your vulva. you moaned, gripping his long locks. bucking your hips up at the wave of pleasure he’s doing. you’re so wet for him, he almost wants to pull away and shove himself in you, knowing he’ll slide in so easily. he licks, he sucks, he hungers, but it doesn’t satiate him. he wants more- oh, how greedy he is.

his free hand joins in. one finger prodded in your clenching entrance. he works his magic, making you whine out his name. you’re so tight against his finger. his cock stirs, his other hand going down to touch himself while he eats you out and fingering you at the same time. sweat glistens both of your bodies. your back arches when the tip of his fingers hits a spot in you while he sucks your clit. you seem to can’t take it anymore as you wiggled your hips wildly.

he stops, sensing your distress. he detaches his face from your cunt, all his willpower to sit up on his knees as he licked his lower lip. you blink lazily, seeing his chin shine with your wetness. his fingers are still rubbing your stimulated pussy. his chest rises as you move to sit up. your eyes are focused, focused on his cock in his other hand.

“come here.” you command him and he obeys. you then swat his hand away from his prick, your soft hand replacing his and he groans at that. you pump him slowly, you wet your lips as you tentatively lick his tip. his head tilted back, bucking his hips up at the sensation of your tongue.

“fuck… you’re-“ his words are cut off when you take him in your mouth. your tongue swirls around his tip and he grips the back of your head as you then start to take him all in your mouth. he was so big, he wonders if you’ll swallow him whole. you moan, it vibrates through him as he thrusted his hips up, making you gag. but you don’t falter, you just take a deep breath as you suck him off now.

“baby… god, that feels so good.” he says, trying to stay still as you did your magic. “you’re so good.”

you bob your head back and forth, sucking him off. your tongue swirling around as you hollow your cheeks. your other hand gripped the remaining length that’s remaining while your other grips his sack. his eyes are watering, he bites his lip hard as he pushes your head forward. you gag, and he moans out your name. he’s almost there but he doesn’t want to end this yet.

he gently moves back, you whine when his cock slips out of your mouth. he gently ushered you to lay back down. you obeyed him, laying on your back. he slots himself between your legs, gripping his wet cock but he goes rigid. you sense his distress as you grinned, motioning to your bedside drawer.

“i have some condoms in there.” you reassured him. he nods, relieved as he hastily goes to get it. he’s amused you brought condoms, and he wonders why.

“always ready, huh?” he teased and you roll your eyes at him.

“you never know.” you say with a low sultry tone. he chuckles, ripping the coil cover off as he fishes the condom out. he rolls it on his cock as he comes back to you. he pumps himself, his whole shame was gone now as he rubs his tip against your vulva.

“yao…” you moaned. he positions himself, propping himself on his elbow beside your head. his other hand guides him to enter you slowly. your back arched as you feel him fill you up. he kisses you again, this time as soft as the first time you two kissed. he shuddered at the sensation of your walls welcoming him warmly.

he closes his eyes at the sensation as he bottoms himself in you. he lets out a noise of pleasure as your hands gripped his biceps. and there, everything feels perfect. he starts a rhythm, a slow one, grinding himself as you clench around him. he opens his eyes now, wanting to see your face. your brows are furrowed, not the ones of sadness, but of the pleasure he’s giving you. his heart is beating loudly as he thrusts in and out of you.

your bodies move against each other. kisses are shared and words of praises are thrown back. the sensation of sweat and warmth of both your bodies makes it all the more satisfying. both of you are focused to each other. he’s forgetting for a moment that he’s in the tranquillum. that he’s just making sweet love to you in his apartment back in l.a. that you are just his lovely girlfriend, and he’s not your wellness consultant at the moment. just a normal night.

but that fantasy will soon end as he pounds into you. his release is almost there and doesn’t want to cum yet. your moans are getting louder, your legs are wrapped around his waist as he sucks your nipple. he thrusts in you more roughly, fucking you into completion. his hair dangling, brushing against your warm cheeks. he lets out a strained moan, feeling you clench around him tight as you cum wildly. fuck, he can feel your juices coat his cock as he pounds into you. how warm you are as he feels himself nearing his high.

he doesn’t want this moment to end.

god, he hoped this was a dream. a dream that will have him forgetting about it tomorrow. but he knows better as his last thrust has him moaning your name out. his orgasm hits him hard, filling in the condom as his chest heaves. everything dies down as he let himself savor the moment of him inside you. your breaths are heavy, and he forces himself to pull himself out as you whined at that. he gently hushes you, kissing your lips and cheeks. he weakly lays beside you now on your bed. the cool cotton sheets helping him relax.

you then proceeded to snuggle against him. he welcomes you in his arms, your head laying on his chest as you rest your leg around his lower abdomen. his hand caresses your bare back as you two just lay in silence. he just looks up to the ceiling, not knowing what to feel. you seem to sense his stirring distress as your hand caressed his sweaty chest.

what will masha think of him now? that question repeats in his head.

“she knows.” you suddenly say. he stiffens at that as his hand on your back stops its movements. he looks down at you and you look back at him, and for a moment he sees your eyes gaze to the corner. he follows your gaze, seeing the potted big plant in the corner of your room. the glint of something in there making him feel nervous.

“i know.” he nods, sighing to himself as he caresses your back again. your bare body against his the only thing keeping the running thoughts in his mind go away. there’s a slight tension between you two until you break it.

“…my friend was addicted to drugs back then. that’s why i don’t like it.” you suddenly confessed. he blinks at that, his stomach fluttering at your sudden words.

“are you scared of consuming it?” he asks and you nod. you have a look of regret plastered across your face.

“not back then…” you shrugged. “i was young. wanted to try new things and… i got her into it.” he listens, as you tell him about what you had experienced years ago. you don’t cry in his arms just like he imagined when you finally told him what was bothering you about the microdosing. you just talk… without that barrier between you being a guest and him being your wellness consultant. and that makes him feel somewhat more contented than ever. he as well opens up to you. it has been a long time since he talked to someone in a normal way about what happened in his life before he had saved masha from her gunshot wound as an emt back then. the normalcy of just having a casual conversation, it just…

it felt right.

and his own fight with his inner self dies down. you’re now sleeping soundly in his arms. he’s still awake but the lull of drowsiness is telling him to rest. he snuggles his face against the back of your neck. his arm wrapped securely around your waist as he looks at the smoothie you didn’t drink this day. he has an inkling feeling all his beliefs he put on for the tranquillum and masha are starting to change.

and in the morning, he doesn’t put anything in your smoothie or meals, forgetting the protocol all together.

・゜゜・．

you watch in silence from a distance, the night’s wind breezes past your face as the blaring red and blue lights of cop cars come into view. you watch as masha is taken in, looking euphoric, as if she’s happy to be taken away by the police, in peace. you merely let out a small smile watching the chaos drizzle down. it was fun to watch all the things that happened in these past 10 days of wellness. before masha could get in the cop car, she looked to where you were standing and offered you a kind smile of goodbye. you smile back, waving, even though you still don’t like her.

it was somehow melancholic in a sense of how this all ended. despite the drugs, the deceiving and the sketchy things masha have done, it did however made all the guests here- actually find peace in the end of suffering. although, for you, it was almost like a funny story you watched in the distance.

you clutch your cotton robe around you, feeling the chillness in the air. your eyes wandered to where a figure was walking towards you, and your smile widens as yao stops a few feet away from you.

“is this a goodbye?” you start, tilting your head to the side a bit as you gauge his reaction. he looks solemn, as if there’s a weight on his shoulders that has finally disappeared.

“if you want to.” he puts his hands inside his pockets, the cold air seeming to affect him as well. his tone is soft but there’s a slight sound of hope in there towards you. your eyes sparkled at his words, he steps closer to you and you stay in your place. your heart beating with anticipation.

“well…” you say as he takes your hand into his, looking deeply in your eyes. “it’s a good thing i don’t want to.” you whisper into the night and he smiles.

“i’m glad.” he softly says as he raises your hand to press a chaste kiss on top of it. you don’t say anything else, liking the comforting silence, you intertwined your hand with his as you both start walking back to the resort, hand in hand.

and this weird trip you went to, did earn you a happy ending as well.

[amarmoria]

Sempiternal 1

⊹ ⭑.ᐟ Yao x Reader ⊹ ࣪˖ᝰ.ᐟ

Synopsis: 10 days in some spa center with your family wouldn't be too bad right...?

Notes: no bcz why doesn't he have fanfics bombarding everywhere?

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Wc: 1k

"... right guys?"

Your thoughts were stolen away when your dad snaps his fingers, smiling expectantly between you and your sister.

"Yes, uh, I'm, I'm excited, dad" you try and smile, but it looked like you were pushing a big fat shit so you bit your tongue and focused outside the window. You've already been driving for hours without end, only stopping when you needed to go or when you were hungry, and your phone was no use since the signal was slowly fading away due to how far this thing was.

It sounded so absurd when you first heard about it, a retreat in the middle of nowhere? You would've pretended to be happy if only it were your parents who were gonna go, but they successfully convinced your sister, who also succeeded in convincing you.

So you're here awaiting the embarrassment to process in your brain, you haven't had the time to react because a few hours after you agreed to go, they already had your closet packed for the retreat. Your sister looks half as miserable as you, she told you she wanted to try, for Zach, she says he'd want you to be happy, to heal, but how can you when he just, pow, gone?

"Here we aree" Your dad exclaims, parking the car at the center of the covered driveway.

Your mouth forms a small o as you exit the car, the place was big, like it doesn't even look like a mental institution, but you guess it's what they make it so, so the patients wouldn't freak out about being sent to a crazies hospital, if this was any other circumstance you'd think it's a five star hotel.

The front, or whatever the parking box they have with receptions, was filled with homely looking staff— and homely looking plants, which you assume were fake. Your eyes drop to the woman in front of you, holding out her hand. You suppose she's already been talking to you, but you were too busy gawking at the place, the thought makes you red in embarrassment.

You frown and tilt your head, fiddling with the hem of your top.

"Hi, uh, what is..?"

"Your phone miss Marconi?"

"My, my phone? Uh, why would you guys need it?"

"It's a part of the protocols here little miss" She smiles warmly, the noon sun dancing around her curls. Fuck, the protocols, of course it is, you've read some of it from their website, ugh how can you forget, your purposefully embarassing yourself now.

"Oh okay, uh," you gulped and searched around your bag, it took a few seconds before you finally found it, the battery was already blinking red so what choice do you have.

You hesitantly placed the phone on her hand when she smiles, gesturing you to walk up to the steep road ahead.

"Don't get nervous now alrighty? We promise to do our best during your stay here."

"Thank you, uh.."

"Oh! It's Delilah"

"Thank you, Delilah"

🌻

Your dad strolled around the garden happily as usual when Delilah led your family uphill, the building was big, like big big, it looked like a vacation house, with the pool and the open 1st floor, you were grateful for the short moment of peace in admiring the place before they lock you in your cells, your no idiot, you know the whole honey vibe of the place was just a facade compared to the mucky, dark, and real building they'll throw you in when you get comfortable.

You can't help but worry for your parents who believed this was the real deal, what gruesome tortures would they have you do once you settle in, do they whip you for being naughty, or dunk your head in the water if you don't answer properly, and oh would they feed you disgusting year old porridge they probably spat on. You don't trust these kinds of organizations.

"Oh and there's a pool too girls! cool huh?"

You smile gently and nod, you didn't feel like saying anything negative today, you didn't want to upset your dad, he looks so happy about being here you wouldn't want to break it.

"The place is pretty big huh, I wonder what the real price was" Zoe says, casually stuffing her hand in her pockets. "Yeah.."

You were too busy gawking, again, when you bump into a wall wearing a... Beige top.

"Oh! I, uh, I'm really sorry, I didn't," you pause, saying you were openly gawking at the place instead of focusing what was in front of you sounded childish— it is what a child would do, you sheepishly bit the inside of your cheek, fiddling with the hem of your top once again.

"I, I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry, really—" you stop when you hear a chuckle, the timbre of his voice shaking you, it was deeper than what your used to, I mean, you've always been around your dad who has a lighter voice, maybe it's from being a dad that he's used to using a friendlier tone with kids.

"Nervous are you?"

You visibly heat up, you thought you'd already bit you tongue off by the way your teeth were clenched.

"I, I'm not.."

"I'm joking with you" he chuckles. "I'm Yao, and I'll be one of the staff assisting you and your family during the experience."

"Hey," your mom waves to you direction, you catch the eye of the lady with sunglasses when she shoots you a smile, which you return, though your mom quickly grabs your hand pulls you slong with her inside the house.

"Heather's a mean bitch huh?" You could barely hear the lady when she whispers to the staff— Yao, if you could recall.

"Don't talk to strangers like that"

"What? I didn't, I was—"

"Just be careful hon, ok?"

"Yes mom," you scratch your head, turning your head behind you to see the lady and Yao conversing while she drinks her smoothie, you look down to your hand and frown when you notice your own drink in your palms, your holding it, since when did you have a drink? Were you too distracted you didn't even notice you had one?

[devieuls]

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Okay, I haven’t written at all these days. but it’s because Manny Jacinto kidnapped me with the series: "Nine perfect strangers".

AND guess who will also write for Yao (his character in the series)? Yes, exactly. Me. So now I continue the series Haunted, and in the meantime you also expect some mini series or one shot about Yao (He's so fucking hot???). I saw some body movements he did, and I sweated cold.

It’s so sad that practically nobody writes about Yao. I’ve only seen two fic about him??, and it’s so unfair. Someone respect this man pls. Has potential.

Below, the parts that convinced me to write about Yao. If you are sensitive in heart, do not go down. Manny was savage.

-Mel

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Stay tuned to see and read more about this majestic man

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Aaaah! Idea for a Qimir x reader childhood friend x Yao in Nine Perfect Strangers if you are interested. It’s a little dark.

I haven’t watched Nine Perfect Strangers so I don’t really know Yao’s personality! 😅

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

16 - Detox Break

Prompt: #16 “Not this again”

Fandom: Nine Perfect Strangers (Masha x Reader)

Word Count: 548 words.

Summary: You’re looking through the guests’ luggage when Masha checks up on you.

You take a hold of the first set of luggage of the guests and zip one of the bags open, your hands carefully taking its content out to make sure each item is not listed on the Tranquilium’s prohibited list. You give out a content smile when you manage to only find clothes and books in the first bag; though, a frown rapidly spread on your face when you touch something hard and cold. Frustration takes over your features as soon as you take the object out of the bag, a sigh of annoyance escaping your throat once you recognize it as a bottle of wine.

“Not this again.”

You put it down towards the end of the table; the “contraband” side of it, you tell yourself inside your head. This was not a good start, and you get the feeling you’re going to find more than a mere bottle of wine in there. You can’t help but let out a groan. Can’t the guest respect the Tranquilium’s guidelines for once? Couldn’t you trust them to follow the rules, for once, and not spend an hour going through each one of their bags?

“You sound annoyed.” A familiar Russian tone reaches your ear, your eyes turning towards it in time to see Masha giving you a soft smile from the room’s entrance. “Why is that?”

You make a small hand move towards the wine – a Sauvignon Blanc, now that you’re taking a second look at it – then turn your attention onto the next bag. “For people coming to a detox centre, I don’t think they know what “detox” quite means.”

Her smile slightly stretches out, her eyes observing you empty another bag. “That’s why they need our help, Kiska.”

A shiver crawls up your arms at the sound of the affectionate nickname she gave you; though, your frustration doesn’t quite disappear from your features. “I know… I just… I just wish they would help us out a little as well...”

A slight chuckle escapes through her lips, her eyes softening as you continue to go through the guests’ stuff. Another sigh of frustration comes out of your mouth when you take out what seems to be a microphone, dropping it on the table next to the wine soon after. Masha slightly tilts her head as she watches your shoulders tense up with each second that passes by, the hint of an idea forming on the corner of her lips.

“Come.” She stretches out her arms towards your form as she walks into the room, her hand grabbing yours and guiding you out of the room. “Come with me.”

“But…” You give her a surprise look, your head soon turning towards the bags with a worry. “I need to finish this…”

“Yao can do this.” Masha gently presses her lips against one of your hands, the mere action causing your cheeks to flush. “Let me give you a break, Kiska.”

Your lips stretch into a genuine smile despite your blush, your body willingly following Masha into as you feel it relax. She always knew you more than you knew yourself, and you were more than grateful for everything she’s done for you so far.

You’d follow her anywhere.

And deep down, you hope that she’d follow you anywhere too.

[fhrlclln]

yao x reader fic… what we thinking guys? i’m gonna start watching the series cuz *NOM NOM NOM* i saw a scene with his ass & those tits out like… excuse me? 🙂‍↔️

[fhrlclln]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ fics in the works

you give me strength (angst & fluff)

SUMMARY -> in a weak moment, he thought his life would end right there in the hands of his former master's final blow, but he thought otherwise when you showed up.

qimir x fem! reader

req by anon: "y'know what, qimir deserves to be a babygirl sometimes. what about a fic where he's on the early stages of training softie!y/n so they're still not well versed in using the force, but once vernestra tried to attack qimir, he was surprised that y/n could wreak havoc like that 😁 p.s. i LOVE u fics sm <333"

sweet songbird, she sings (angst & fluff)

SUMMARY -> lounging in a quiet jazz bar in tatooine, he reminisces his life from before, and there, her sweet voice sings to him on his lonely night.

qimir x ex-jedi!fem! reader

req by anon: "was listening to ethel cain and need a fanfic about how ex jedi reader always loved to sing and then qimir and her go separate ways (his to the dark side) and she picks up singing again and he finds her music and listening to it realizing it’s about him."

i (want) loathe you (angst & smut)

SUMMARY -> you hate him, hate how he's so gifted and connected with the force while you dread every being of yourself for being the opposite. you know you resent him, every fiber of his existence. you (want) loathe him until your last breath.

qimir x fem! reader

req by anon: "hey😝 if you’re still taking requests i would loveeee a little qimir x reader based on the song “brutus” by buttress. reader has known him lifelong and resents what he has become, not because he’s a sith but because of the power he possess. the reader wants to be him. have his power, connection w/ the force etc etc. just a colossal mix of angst, twisted admiration, pure hatred, and smut baby!"

saccharine (smut)

SUMMARY -> sweet saccharine drips down your nose and lips. you will not falter no matter how hard he beats you down, and he loves the look of crimson on your sweet face.

qimir x acolyte!fem! reader

req by anon: "qimir being relentless during training and is somewhat baffled/impressed (and turned on) that no matter how many times he knocks his acolyte down, she keeps getting back up. bloodied and beaten to a pulp, she finds the inner strength to get up again and again. ends in smut 💁‍♀️kinda inspired by the “you can’t knock me down” fight from atla LOL"

beautiful strangers (smut)

SUMMARY -> in a moment of relaxation by the pool, you think about your wellness assistant. and he happens to be thinking about you too, more than he had denied himself of the thought.

yao x fem! reader

i should be studying for a recitation for tomorrow but lmao XD

[amarmoria]

Sempiternal 111

Yao x Reader

Synopsis: 10 days in some spa center with your family wouldn't be too bad right...?

Notes: to the person who gave me an idea for the 3rd part, i luv u sm, i didn't reply to your ask since i didn't want to spoil it, ill probs answer it after I post this🤭

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Ugh fuck.

Fuck you and your imagination. This is why you stopped watching documentaries. You can't face him like this, no way, you should just jump off the balcony and run away, you ran your mouth over something so, so childish— you sound like one, now he probably thinks you're weird, if he heard you that is, no.. he def did, he def did..

You groaned and clenched your fists as your family neared the circular, brown hut. The staff had reminded the guests earlier when they arrived to rendezvous to the meeting place to officially start this experience, and familiarize yourselves with the other occupants which your mom didn't appreciate very much.

Though on the other hand, you yourself were really happy to commune with other people aside from your family, it felt suffocating around your parents, they're always bickering, blaming, the tension was always there even if you didn't hear it, so the mention of other people makes your tummy flutter in a good way.

Meeting new people was good, your family's therapist says, it's another way to cope with everything lately. You trudged your way as you hear chatter from inside, your eyes immediately centering on a curly haired woman, she shoots you a smile in which you return, the chatter kinda died down when you went in, now the atmosphere was awkward because everyone was looking at you, the walk to your family's circles felt like ages, you were thankful to the lady who resumed talking to the person beside her, you remember her from earlier when you guys went in, the first guest you met, you wonder if you've seen her somewhere, she looked so familiar.

You didn't pay attention to the adult's conversation, talking about how long this was going to start, or if this was reverse psychology in making the guests commune with each other to familiarize themselves with their fellow patients, you heard your mom complain once again although you didn't care enough to answer, the sun was already starting to die down, light orange hues traverse the hut when the blonde haired woman entered. Everyone was already quiet, your eyes landed on the person you thought you could escape.

"Welcome to Tranquillum House." She pauses, scanning the faces of her new subjects. "Right now, you're at the foot of a mountain."

Her voice blurs in your ears when your focus centers on Yao, gosh, I wonder what would happen if he were to catch you looking. You gulp a big fat saliva and accidentally let out a cough, fuck, you let your eyes wander to the floor when the hut stills, out of anywhere you really had to cough in here, are they looking at you? No maybe it's something else, no, they are, they're looking at you.

You clear your throat, adjusting your crooked top that you kept fiddling with earlier.

"— as I was saying.."

You let out a deep breath, quietly this time, one more event and you're out of here, this place has brought out everything within you than ever in all the years you've been living.

Your eyes fluttered forward once again, regaining the little bit of confidence you tried to muster, that's when you realized Yao was already looking at you.

You stilled, your breath stuck in your throat.

Why is he smirking..

He tilted his head slightly, seemingly teasing you, your eyebrows furrowed as you reciprocated, you mouth a small 'what', although you didn't get to see his response when Masha suddenly blocked your vision from him.

"Isn't that right, my little bee?"

You shook your head and focused on Masha, she was right in front of you, you can see your mom on your far left trying to move close to you but your dad quickly stops her.

"Huh, wha, I," and your back to fiddling with your top, you heard Masha chuckle, gently placing her hand on your shoulder. "W-what, what was the question..?"

"Silly bee, I didn't ask a question"

"Then what is, I mean, you—"

"You're a nervous little thing are you?"

"I-I'm not, it's.."

"Don't worry, I'm not here to lecture you," her laugh is warm, honey, like the place, she looks like the place, maybe you're biased because she does own it.

"I was a little girl,"

"And I was riding my bicycle"

"Reconnecting with joy," she finally lets go of you after staring into your soul, your eyes flicker back to the man, but his eyes were somewhere else, good, you hope you won't ever talk or be near him after this. "and innocence—"

"Excuse me!" Your mom takes a step forward. "This is not appropriate"

"I decide what is appropriate"

"You know our story"

"Mom—" you try and stop her, but she raises a finger at you, immediately shutting you up. "Death will not be your story"

You felt your sister freeze beside you, you looked back at her worriedly, her eyes were full, brimming of tears.

"Zo.."

"I'm sorry."

You watch her bump your shoulder as she runs outside the tent, you were about to run after her when the woman your mother had an argument during your arrival gently held your shoulder and nodded at you, you let her, maybe it's better for her to take a break from your god forsaken family for once.

The dispute behind you was deaf to your ears, it hasn't even been a day and your mom had already fucked up the first impressions, so great for wanting to heal then.

You feel your throat closing in, ugh not again. You bit your tongue and hurriedly left the tent, your ears were alarmingly ringing too loud than before, you wonder what caused it to react like this, you hastily try to fish for something in your pockets, please please please, you search your body, even tapping your butt if it was there.

Fuck, where did you put it?

The longer you try to find it, the more blurred your eyes were, the ringing was already more than deafening, ear-splitting is the right word, you took a big left earlier to avoid Zoe seeing you like this, you didn't want her to worry, she just has to think about herself, so your surrounded by tall bamboo trees in the middle of nowhere, great, but you don't know that, because you're hear tryna breath, see, hear, everything, tryna make everything normal again.

That's when you hear a crunch of leaves behind you.

"Miss Marconi..?"

Ugh, not him..

"Y-you left this.."

You don't turn around, only hiding your face, he holds out a white container you knew too well. Your eyes widen and quickly grab it, he stays behind as you try to pry the annoying cap off, why was this twice as harder to open than it is?!

One of your nails accidentally breaks from the pressure, though it didn't hurt because it was the long one, you didn't pay attention to it, just busy trying to open the goddamn medicine.

A hand suddenly shoots out to grab the container. "Let me."

It wasn't a question, the words in your mouth die on your tongue as he easily broke off the lid, handing you a couple, you wonder how he knew how many pills you took, you didn't add them to your registration in fear of your parents, but that was the least of your concerns, your threw them in your mouth like your life depended on it, it did.

A few seconds pass and you let out a deep breath, and inhaled a bigger one too, the ringing of your ears stopped, and your eyesight was back to normal, you would've sported a little smile after that, patting yourself on the back like a crazy person if not for the warm body still next to you.

That's when you realize he's still there, Yao, had he not been there, your parents would have gotten two reasons for coming here.

You gulp and fix your hair, your face heats up at the thought of him seeing you run around like a mental patient, but you assume he's already seen this many times, maybe that's why he knew how much to give you.

"I—"

"Are you—"

You pause, biting your lip, gosh how many more embarrassing things should you check off your list?

No one spoke for the next few seconds, but you could feel him staring you down. Oh so now you're branded as crazy, weirdo who just had an episode in the middle of nowhere during a retreat, you scratch your head at the thought.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm, it's.. I'm sorry," you pinch your arm, your eyes focusing on the dirt than looking at him.

"Don't be sorry, Bee" you frown at the nickname, why do they even call you that. "It's, you didn't have to, to see that I—"

"If i wasn't there would you have even opened this? Or even find it in the first place?"

You shut your mouth, he's right, you owe him your life, but you don't tell him, he might use it as leverage somewhere.

"I'm sorry," he quickly mumbled, fiddling with the container, the cap was now abandoned on the floor, the half empty pills exposed to the world.

"Will.." you pause, biting the inside of your cheek. "Will you tell my family? About, about what happened?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, maybe trying to read you.

"Do you want me to?"

You thought for a moment, you didn't want to burden him, but you also didn't want this as blackmail, anything can happen, but when you look up, eyes catching his, it's not filled with malice, or anything.. of sorts.

"No, don't, don't tell them.. please"

You don't see the twitch on the corners of his eyes.

"Yes," You frown at the lack of noise, then you see him reaching over to his small beige cloth bag, he pulls out a smaller drawstring pouch, color beige obvi, he dumps your pills in it, throwing the hospital colored container and handing you the new one.

"Here, an apology for breaking the old one"

"You didn't have to—"

"We do, we have to take care of our guests like family, so you don't have to worry about it."

You held onto the pouch and looked up at him, and like before, he was already looking at you. "Thank you, Yao"

"Anything for the guest"

The more chapters i make, the longer every chapter gets. ANYWAYS, two chapters posted this weeknd?! Miracle😧

[fhrlclln]

anddddd… i did it. it’s in the drafts now cuz i watched 2 episodes and said fuck it, and i wrote a little. so basically sexual tension by the pool then fucking late at night. LMAOOOOO MY HORNY ASS 😭

once i finished up my jason mendoza smut, i will be focusing on this one. 🙂‍↕️

[fhrlclln]

my yao fic is here!! for all those who were waiting for it here it is lmaooo 🥵

-> beautiful strangers

[amarmoria]

Diary Entry #1

Nepenthe

Qimir x Padawan! Reader

Why would your master want a Padawan like you when he has his acolyte?

{on-going}

Sempiternal

Yao x Marconi! Reader

10 days in some spa center with your family wouldn't be too bad right...?

{on-going}

[amarmoria]

Sempiternal 11

⊹ ⭑.ᐟ Yao x Reader ⊹ ࣪˖ᝰ.ᐟ

Synopsis: 10 days in some spa center with your family wouldn't be too bad right...?

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Wc: 1.6k

"I absolutely love how we have separate rooms with mom and dad" Zoe says, launching herself on the bed, you sit on the noiseless mattress as it bounces you, it's big, and clean, and bouncy, and tall, it's like a hotel room, 5-star hotel room. You let yourself fall on the cold and newly ironed bedsheets, even then it smelled like strawberries, or lemon, maybe both, you couldn't point your finger at it, but it makes you wanna shut down for the rest of the day.

"Yeah, I hope they don't keep fighting.." you whisper the last few words as Zoe pauses from her bed, slowly turning her head to you.

"Don't worry about it. They planned the retreat so might as well make it bearable for us"

"I guess.."

She frowns as she sits up, her legs crossing. "You worry wart"

"Hey! I'm not a worry wary!"

"Uh huh"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yeah HUH"

"Zoe!" You playfully threw a pillow at her, though it only hit the wall..

"Then stop worrying about nothing."

"I'm not worrying about nothing Zo.."

"Uhh, yes you are"

"Fuck you," you grumble, then it was your turn to sit up. "Since when then huh?"

"Since forever?!"

"Since never! I've never been a worry wart, it's called being curious, helloo?"

"Nyeh nyeh nyeh"

"Zoe!"

"Zoe!"

"I hate you" you laugh, continuously throwing pillows to her side and as did she. "You love me"

"Uhh eww!?"

She gasps, holding her chest like some grandma who heard you curse. "Oh you don't get to call me ew!"

You squeal as she hops from her bed to yours, the both of you bouncing very high as she attacks you at your sides, you screech and try to pry her hands off, you've never escaped her tickle wrestle once, especially when the twins gang up on you.

Oh.

She frowns as you abruptly stop laughing, she tries tickling your sides again, but you give her a tight lipped smile and sit up. It was only now that you'd noticed the ruined pillows, their feathers scattered across everywhere, you might've even found one near the bathroom floor, but you didn't care to stay in that subject any longer.

You stare far away at the window, it was open, a pretty blue sky would've made you think this was heaven, but that's where you brother is, not you, your here, reminded everyday of the things you three used to do.

That night, you didn't want to give him the leftovers from dinner, so you sneaked to the kitchen to hide them, but he was already there finishing every last thing in the fridge, including your newly bought chipotle bowl, so naturally, you got mad st him, smacked him, and called him a bad brother, you wonder if it was you, what if you just let him finish your food, would he even be here.

You look over your shoulder to Zoe, who was worriedly looking over to you. "I'm sorry.."

She doesn't say anything, only getting up and sitting behind you, the foot of your beds were facing the balcony windows so anyone could be watching, but who would wanna watch a crying session other than the birds and the trees. Zoe hugs your shoulders, rubbing your arms continuously as you let out a breather.

"I'm sorry, I, I didn't, it," you can't even finish what you wanted to say, your mind was saying a million things but your mouth can only say so much.

"It's ok, I'm here.."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" you repeated the words like a mantra, your grip on her arm tightened at every hiccup you get while bawling your eyes out. "Hey, hey, it's not your fault okay? It was never yours, don't blame yourself for it alright? I. Love. You, you hear me?"

She was now kneeling in front of you, cupping your cheeks in her hands, her thumbs wiping away your tears and doing the. work for you. "Y-yes, yes, me, me too"

"And don't blame yourself, don't"

Only just a few seconds when you finally calmed down, you liked how Zoe seemed to understand you even when you didn't say anything, it was always so easy with her, everything was, that's why you'd always stick to her every now and then when you don't have anything to do, you didn't have to worry very much when you're with her.

"I'm gonna go check on them," she pauses, mid-way to opening the door. "Are.. are you going to be alright here?"

You blinked, you hesitated in coming with her or stay, you wanted to see if your hunch was right, that they fought, and beat Zoe, but you also wanted to stay here and tidy up, the thought of the staff coming in here and seeing the mess makes you grow hot, you've only arrived and already caused a mess, especially when you assumed they'd just finished cleaning the rooms.

"I- I'll stay here," you shoot her a smile. "..tidy up after you know.."

You gesture to the feathers as she chuckles evilly.

"Okay, have fun~"

You laugh and throw one last pillow at her, you can hear her laugh outside when the pillow hits the now closed door

"Go away now!"

You didn't realize your mistake when your eyes focus on the shrewed feathers. You weren't too fond of cleaning, honestly you don't like cleaning, and the thought of doing it clearly takes a toll on you when you let yourself fall on the bed, you didn't really want to clean, at all, aside from your nose itching whenever you're near dust, you don't like the look of dirty, messy, unorganized stuff, but your also too lazy to clean it. Your eyes zone out on the non moving ceiling fan, the crystal made fan sparkling from the sun, you wonder how much it was, you assume it's super very expensive, as expensive as your house, maybe, but not impossible, rich people who don't know how to spend their rich money.

That's when a knock interrupts your thoughts, you groan while sitting up, the gears on your head turning, weren't the guests supposed to be in quiet and peace after arriving here, oh gosh, what if they've come to collect you out of your fake rooms and throw you in their cells, and now you've doomed yourself by not coming with Zoe since your in the scene of the crime and they're going to punish you for ruining their pillows!

"Hello?"

You freeze at the voice, oh my goodness, you haven't even finished your smoothie, your driver's license, and you still wanted to travel to other countries.

You gulp and peeked through the hallway to the door.

"W-who's there?"

"It's Yao, miss," you can hear him shuffle outside, it sounded like big bags. "Why— what are you doing outside?"

"Uhh I'm here to—" you can momentarily hear a loud, but not too loud bang on the floor, tour heart lurched, no way they brought you a casket, your not going to even get a cell, you're going straight to the coffin.

"No, I, it's okay, I'm, I'll stay here, inside.."

You hear him chuckle. "So you're going to wear that for the rest of the day?"

Oh good lord, he's here to get you changed for your funeral.

"... Y-yes, I don't, I won't let you in here." You stood your ground, planting your feet on the floor and crossing your arms, you weren't going to die today, not ever, you still haven't gotten a boyfriend yet, not even a first kiss.

"I, uh, think you don't quite understand little miss," you almost flinch when he chuckles, no, you won't be deceived so very easily. "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm— I'm not laughing—" once again, you hear him walk away from the door, his laugh fading out the more he goes, coming back as he clears his throat.

"We have a protocol for—"

"No!" You stomp right in front of the door, still not opening it, even just a peek. "I'm not letting you in! I came here so that my parents can enjoy the vacation and heal! And now your little website about, about stability, ha-happiness, and other lies when you're only job here was to scam us and, and kill us and put us in cells o-or coffins and torture us!"

You huff, swallowing the growing saliva in your mouth. The silence was deafening as you waited for his response but nothing came out.

"A-and, if you're, you're here t-to lock me up in a coffin then I'm not letting you."

And yet again, you waited a few seconds for him to answer but was only met by the buzz of the ac. So you slowly and quietly opened the door by a pinch, you scan the hallway for him but there was nothing, so all this time you've been ranting to nothing, to literal air.

You feel yourself growing hot. How can you even get passed this? Good thing no one was present and heard you, pretty sure you were loud enough for it to echo in the hallway, althought they wouldn't know who you were anyways.

You look down when your knees bump something.

"Isn't this..?"

Your luggage? You frown as you spin it around, yes, it is yours, it has the small stickers in the right place, how could it not? You whip your head on the hallway, tryna find any signs of people, or him, but looks you everyone was outside, or maybe exploring.

Was.. was this the thump you heard earlier and not a coffin..?

Oh gosh.

Nope, no, no way, you can't live like this, you didn't think your day could get any worse, you've embarrassed yourself for countless times already, you really hoped he didn't hear the coffin part..

[amarmoria]

Hey just wanted to say your Yao fic so far is really good! I’ve been trying to find fics with him for a while. Love it!

THANK YOU SM. PLEASE I'VE BEEN TRYNA FIND YAO FICS TOO AND THERE'S LIKE NOTHING 😿

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you dont know how feral i am for yao so THANK YOU for blessing the yao tags

looking forward for more hehe ☺️

UR WELCOME ANONZZ!! <33