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domm1etae · 3 months ago

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Hot Tub Revelations

welcome to domm1etae's kinktober day 5 : nipple play

san x f!reader

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When you and San sneak off to the hot tub for some steamy fun at the cabin, things heat up way more than expected

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m/f, top top san, bottom reader, oral sex, dirty talk, teasing, pet names, hot tub, nipple play, public space, make out, handjob, fingering, kissing

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“Hey, San, feel like joining me in the hot tub?” you called out, breaking the easy silence in the cozy living room of the cabin.

San paused, chopsticks in hand, hovering over a steaming plate of tteokbokki. His eyes flicked toward you, filled with mild curiosity, as if he wasn’t sure he heard you correctly. After a beat, he popped a rice cake into his mouth, chewing slowly as he contemplated your question.

“You’re serious?” he finally asked, his voice tinged with amusement.

“Completely,” you shot back, flashing him a grin as you tugged your hoodie closer around yourself. “We’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves on this trip, right? The hot tub is the best way to relax after being snowed in.”

San gave you a once-over, his lips twitching as he tried to hide a smile. “You do realize it’s, like, negative degrees out there, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “Obviously. That’s why the hot tub is perfect—it’s warm. Trust me, it’ll feel amazing.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he pushed his plate aside. “You’re really set on this, aren’t you?”

“Yup.” You stretched your arms above your head, your muscles aching slightly from the long day spent hiking earlier with the rest of the guys. “Everyone else is passed out or playing games. Come on, San, when’s the next time we’ll get a cabin like this for two whole weeks? We might as well take advantage of the perks.”

San sighed, but you could tell from the way he was already standing up that he was going to give in. He glanced out the window, where thick snow was still falling, covering the surrounding forest in a heavy, white blanket.

“You really want to drag me out into this frozen wasteland?” he teased, running a hand through his hair. “You must have some ulterior motive.”

You smirked, pulling your hat down over your ears as you headed toward the door. “Maybe I do. Or maybe I just want to soak in a hot tub with a nice view.”

He snorted, grabbing a towel and following you reluctantly. “Fine, but I’m holding you to that promise to make me more tteokbokki later.”

“Deal!” you laughed as the two of you stepped outside into the frigid air. The cold hit you like a wall, biting at your exposed skin, but you hurried toward the hot tub, eager to escape into its warmth.

As you stripped down to your swimsuit and slipped into the water, a blissful sigh escaped your lips. The contrast between the cold night air and the hot bubbling water was heavenly, instantly melting away the tension in your muscles.

San took his time getting in, shivering as he peeled off his hoodie and jogged over to the tub. “You owe me big for this,” he muttered under his breath, his face scrunching up as he gingerly lowered himself into the steaming water.

“Stop complaining,” you teased, leaning back against the edge of the tub. “You’ll thank me once you warm up.”

He huffed, but you noticed the way his shoulders relaxed almost immediately, the heat of the water working its magic. “Alright, I admit it… this feels pretty damn good.”

“Told you so,” you said smugly, watching him settle across from you.

You both fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments, the only sound the gentle bubbling of the jets and the soft whistle of wind through the trees. The stars overhead were barely visible through the swirling snow, creating a serene winter wonderland around you.

“I can’t believe the guys are all missing out on this,” you mused, breaking the quiet.

San shrugged, his eyes half-closed as he sank deeper into the water. “They’ll probably wake up in a couple of hours and join us. We’ve still got another week of this trip left.”

“True.” You smiled at the thought of the rest of ATEEZ spread out inside the cabin, either asleep from exhaustion or still buzzing from the day’s adventures. It had been a last-minute idea to rent the place for two weeks of relaxation, a break from their usual busy schedules. So far, it had been perfect—just you, the snow-covered mountains, and the warmth of the fire in the evenings.

San opened one eye and glanced at you. “Still, I’m surprised you dragged me out here. You usually let me hide away with my snacks.”

You chuckled. “I needed company for this. And besides, I couldn’t let you miss out on the full cabin experience.”

“Full cabin experience, huh?” His lips curled into a playful smirk as his eyes roamed over your face, taking in your relaxed expression. “You mean soaking in a hot tub while snow falls around us? Yeah, that’s a pretty good experience.”

You shrugged, your own gaze drifting over him as he stretched his arms lazily along the edge of the tub. The way his muscles flexed under the water’s surface sent a shiver down your spine, and you quickly looked away before he noticed.

Unfortunately for you, he did.

“Something on your mind?” San asked, his voice lower now, teasing.

You tried to play it off. “Just thinking about how lucky we are to have this whole place to ourselves.”

“Uh-huh.” He wasn’t buying it, and the way his eyes narrowed on you sent a wave of heat that had nothing to do with the water. “Or maybe you were checking me out.”

You scoffed, splashing him lightly with water. “Oh, please.”

But his grin only widened, and in one swift motion, he reached across the tub, pulling you toward him so quickly you barely had time to react. Your body slid over his lap until you were straddling him in the water, the warmth between your bodies instantly making your heart race.

“San, what are you—”

He cut you off with a smirk, his hands resting on your hips as his dark eyes locked onto yours. “Just getting comfortable. You said something about enjoying the view, right?”

Your pulse quickened at the intensity in his gaze, and you found yourself unable to look away. “I—I was talking about the snow…”

“Sure you were,” he murmured, his hands tightening their grip on your hips as he pulled you closer, your faces inches apart now. “So, tell me… why do you keep looking at me like that?”

You swallowed hard, the air between you thick with tension. “I wasn’t… I mean—”

“Liar,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “You’ve been teasing me all day, and now here we are… just the two of us.”

Your breath hitched as his hands roamed over your sides, pulling you firmly against him. “I wasn’t trying to—”

“Uh-huh.” His voice was a low rumble now, vibrating through you as his lips ghosted over your neck. “So what do you want, then? Because right now… I think I know what you’re after.”

Your mind was spinning, but the moment his lips brushed against your neck, all rational thought flew out the window. You had imagined this scenario—being this close to San, feeling his hands on you—for longer than you cared to admit. Now that it was happening, there was no turning back.

Instead of answering, you leaned in and captured his lips in a kiss, soft at first, testing the waters. But the second San responded, pulling you even closer, the kiss deepened, quickly turning into something heated, something hungry.

His hands roamed across your body under the water, caressing your hips, sliding up your back, while his lips moved against yours with raw, unrestrained passion. The warmth of the hot tub paled in comparison to the fire building between you as you both gave in to the desire that had been simmering for so long.

When he pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your ear, he murmured, “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

You nodded, your heart racing as his hands settled on your waist again. “Yeah… for a while.”

His eyes darkened with desire, and his voice dropped lower. “Good. So have I.”

San’s hands gripped your waist more firmly now, fingers pressing into your skin as though he couldn’t get enough of the feel of you. The warmth of the water and his touch combined, making it hard to tell where one sensation ended and the other began. His hands slowly trailed from your waist up to your ribs, thumbs brushing teasingly just under your breasts, but he didn’t move further yet—like he was savoring each moment, each reaction.

You let out a soft gasp, the anticipation building as his thumbs ghosted along the curve of your breasts, so close to touching where you wanted him most, but still holding back. The way his hands explored your body felt both careful and possessive, like he was claiming you in slow, deliberate movements.

When his mouth found yours again, it wasn’t tentative like the first kiss—it was all heat. His lips moved over yours with an intensity that made your heart race, pulling a soft moan from deep within your throat. He nipped at your lower lip, just enough to make your breath hitch, before soothing it with a slow, sensuous drag of his tongue.

Meanwhile, his hands continued their exploration. One hand slipped behind your back, pulling you even closer to him, the other dipping just below the surface of the water, tracing a line back down to your hips, then slipping around to grip your ass firmly. He pressed your body flush against his, the friction between your bodies under the water sending sparks of heat straight to your core.

You could feel the hard lines of his chest against your softer curves, the firm muscles of his thighs beneath you as you straddled him. Every shift, every subtle movement, heightened the awareness of your bodies pressed together, the tension building with every second.

San’s lips left yours, trailing wet kisses down your jaw and to your neck, each one making your skin tingle. He nipped lightly at your earlobe before whispering against your skin, “You like this, don’t you?”

You could only nod, your breath catching in your throat as his hands roamed again, this time venturing higher. His thumb grazed over your nipple through your swimsuit top, and the sensation was electric. You arched into him instinctively, a low whimper escaping your lips at the light touch.

“You’re so sensitive here,” he murmured, his voice rough, almost teasing. His thumb circled the stiffened peak, the wet fabric clinging to your skin, making the sensation more intense. He repeated the motion, this time applying a little more pressure, causing a rush of heat to shoot straight through you.

“San,” you breathed, your voice coming out in a needy whisper as he continued to tease your nipple with slow, deliberate strokes. He pinched it lightly between his fingers, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body that made your hips press harder against his. You could feel his growing arousal beneath you, hard and insistent, and it only fueled your own desire.

His other hand wasn’t idle, either. It moved down your body, skimming over your ribs, your waist, before settling on your thigh. His fingers gripped you there, squeezing lightly before sliding upward, dangerously close to where you ached for him most. He paused just at the edge of your swimsuit bottoms, teasing you, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, so close but not quite touching.

“San, please…” The words slipped out before you could stop them, your need for him evident in your voice. Every touch, every kiss had you on edge, your body desperate for more of him.

He let out a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. “You want more?”

You nodded quickly, your hands clutching his shoulders as you fought to keep your breathing steady. “Yes… please.”

His response was a low, rumbling growl against your neck as his fingers finally slid beneath the thin fabric of your swimsuit bottoms. His touch was gentle at first, exploring, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of you. But then his fingers found your clit, and the light, teasing circles he began to rub had your head falling back, a moan escaping your lips.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and heat pooling deep in your core. His fingers moved with practiced ease, alternating between light, teasing strokes and firmer pressure that had your body responding in ways you couldn’t control. You rocked your hips against his hand, desperate for more friction, more of the intense pleasure he was giving you.

Meanwhile, his mouth had found its way back to your breasts. He tugged down the fabric of your swimsuit top with his teeth, exposing one of your nipples to the cool air before his warm mouth closed around it. The contrast between the hot tub’s heat, the cool air, and the warmth of his mouth on your sensitive skin was dizzying.

San’s tongue flicked over your nipple, and the sensation shot through you like a bolt of lightning. His mouth alternated between soft sucks and gentle bites, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make your breath hitch. Every little movement sent more pleasure surging through you, your body aching for release.

His free hand, the one still working between your thighs, moved faster now, the circles on your clit becoming more insistent, more precise. Your hips moved on their own, grinding against his hand as the pressure inside you built higher and higher, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you completely.

You were lost in the sensation, every touch, every kiss driving you closer to the edge. The sound of San’s breathing, ragged and uneven against your skin, only fueled your desire. You could feel how much he wanted you, the hard length of him pressing against your thigh, but he was focused on you, on giving you exactly what you needed.

When his fingers slipped inside you, stretching you, filling you, a sharp gasp tore from your throat. The sensation of his fingers moving inside you, combined with the constant, steady pressure on your clit, was too much. Your body tensed, your muscles tightening as the wave of pleasure built, higher and higher, until it finally crashed over you.

You came hard, your entire body trembling as the orgasm ripped through you, leaving you breathless and clinging to San as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. His fingers didn’t stop, guiding you through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were spent, collapsing against his chest, your heart pounding in your chest.

San held you there, his hand still resting gently on your thigh as you came down from the high, his breath hot against your neck. You could feel his own need, the way his body trembled slightly under you, but he hadn’t asked for anything in return.

“You okay?” he murmured against your ear, his voice soft now, tender.

You nodded, still catching your breath, your fingers tracing the lines of his chest as you leaned against him. “More than okay…”

He chuckled softly, kissing the top of your head. “Good.”

San’s lips lingered on the top of your head, his hand resting possessively on your thigh, still gripping you lightly as if he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. The sound of the hot tub bubbling beneath you filled the air, mingling with the faint sounds of laughter and chatter from inside the cabin, a reminder that your friends were only a few feet away—completely unaware of the heated moment you and San had just shared.

The thought sent a rush of excitement through you, your pulse quickening as you realized how close you had come to being discovered. But instead of pulling away or feeling embarrassed, the thrill only heightened your desire for him. The way he had touched you, the way he had brought you to the brink of ecstasy with nothing more than his fingers and mouth, left you wanting more.

You shifted slightly in his lap, feeling his hard length pressing against you through the thin fabric of his swim trunks. He hadn’t gotten his release yet, and you could feel the tension in his body as he tried to hold back, to give you space to recover.

But you didn’t want him to hold back. Not anymore.

With a teasing smile, you reached between your bodies, your hand trailing over his abs, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch as you moved lower. San’s breath hitched when your hand finally brushed over the bulge in his trunks, and you could feel how badly he wanted you. The heat from his arousal matched the intensity you felt, and you knew he was just as desperate for more as you were.

“Y/N…” His voice was low, a warning, but his body betrayed him. His hips bucked slightly into your hand, the need in him too strong to hide.

You bit your lip, leaning forward to press a slow, deliberate kiss to the hollow of his throat. “What’s wrong, San?” you whispered against his skin, your lips brushing over his collarbone as your hand began to stroke him through the fabric. “You didn’t think I’d forget about you, did you?”

San let out a ragged breath, his hands tightening on your waist as you continued to tease him. His head fell back against the edge of the hot tub, his eyes closing as he tried to steady his breathing. “You’re gonna drive me crazy…” he muttered, but there was no real protest in his voice. If anything, he sounded like he was barely holding it together, each stroke of your hand sending him closer to the edge.

You smiled against his skin, loving the way he was unraveling under your touch. You wanted to make him feel just as good as he had made you feel, to give him the same kind of pleasure he had given you. And you weren’t going to stop until he was completely undone.

Your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his swim trunks, finally wrapping around his hard length. The moment you touched him, San let out a deep, guttural groan, his hips lifting off the seat as if his body couldn’t help but chase the sensation. He was thick and heavy in your hand, the heat of him pulsing against your palm as you began to stroke him slowly, savoring every reaction.

“Fuck… Y/N…” San’s voice was hoarse, his breathing labored as you continued to pump your hand along his length. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you tighter against him as he struggled to keep himself from completely losing control.

But you didn’t want him to hold back. You wanted him wild, unrestrained.

Your thumb brushed over the tip of his cock, slick with precum, and you spread it over his length as you quickened your pace, your hand working him with slow, deliberate strokes that had his body trembling beneath you. His moans grew louder, more desperate, and the way his hips moved in time with your hand told you he was close.

But you weren’t done with him yet.

You leaned forward again, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss as your free hand slid up his chest, your fingers trailing over his pecs before finding one of his nipples. You pinched it lightly, rolling it between your fingers, and San let out a sharp gasp against your mouth, his body jerking in response to the unexpected stimulation.

“Y/N…” He was barely holding on now, his voice rough and strained as his hips bucked into your hand with more urgency. “I’m not… I’m not gonna last if you keep…”

But that was exactly what you wanted. You wanted to see him lose control, to watch him come undone beneath your touch.

Your lips left his, trailing hot kisses down his neck, over his chest, until your mouth found his other nipple. You sucked it into your mouth, your tongue flicking over the sensitive bud as your hand continued to work his cock in firm, steady strokes.

San’s reaction was immediate. His head fell back against the tub, a deep moan escaping his lips as his hands clutched at your waist, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back. But it was no use. You could feel the way his cock twitched in your hand, the way his breathing grew more ragged with each passing second.

He was so close.

“Y/N… fuck… I’m gonna…” His voice was strained, barely a whisper as his hips jerked uncontrollably beneath you.

You didn’t stop. You didn’t let up for even a second. Your hand moved faster, squeezing him just right, your lips and tongue working his nipple with a relentless intensity that had him teetering on the edge.

And then, with a broken moan that was half your name, half a desperate plea, San finally came.

You felt the hot rush of his release spill over your hand, his body convulsing beneath you as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. His fingers dug into your skin, holding you close as he rode out his orgasm, his entire body trembling with the intensity of it.

You didn’t stop touching him, didn’t stop kissing him, guiding him through it just as he had done for you. You loved the way he looked in that moment—completely undone, vulnerable, and utterly yours.

When it was over, San collapsed back against the tub, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. You leaned forward, pressing a soft, tender kiss to his lips, your hand still resting lightly on his chest as you smiled down at him.

He opened his eyes, staring up at you with a dazed, satisfied grin. “You’re… unbelievable,” he murmured, his voice still thick with exhaustion and pleasure.

You grinned back, giving him a playful kiss on the tip of his nose. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

For a few moments, the two of you simply sat there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the warm water of the hot tub swirling around you. It felt peaceful, intimate, like the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you.

But the sound of laughter and footsteps from inside the cabin quickly reminded you that you weren’t alone. You both turned toward the door, where you could hear the others moving about, probably getting ready to head outside again.

San chuckled softly, pulling you closer. “We should probably head back in before someone notices we’ve been gone too long.”

You both hurried out of the hot tub, the cool air hitting your wet skin and sending a shiver through you. San helped you tug the cover back over the tub, your fingers fumbling a little from the cold. Once everything was back in place, you quickly grabbed your towels and wrapped them around yourselves, laughing as you stumbled toward the cabin.

Thankfully, the door wasn’t locked, and you slipped back inside the warmth, your body still tingling from the heated moments with San. You thought you had made a clean escape—until you walked into the common area.

There, sprawled across the couches and chairs, were the rest of the ATEEZ members, mid-game of Solitaire. They all turned to look at you and San as you entered, dripping wet and shivering like a pair of soaked rats. You were definitely worse off, your hair still damp and sticking to your neck, while San’s was mostly dry.

Yeosang was the first to speak, his eyebrows raised as he looked between the two of you. “Looks like you had fun.”

You glanced at San, whose lips quirked up in a guilty smile. Before either of you could respond, Wooyoung groaned dramatically, throwing his head back against the couch cushions. “Great, now I don’t want to go in the hot tub anymore.”

Hongjoong, who had been shuffling through the deck of cards, let out an exasperated sigh. “You guys contaminated the tub already? We’ve only been here for one day.”

Seonghwa, ever the calm one, simply shrugged. “Just means we need to clean it before we get in. No big deal.”

“I’m never getting in that thing,” Jongho muttered, folding his arms over his chest with a look of disgust. “You two better be the ones cleaning it.”

Mingi, however, burst out laughing. “Doing it in the hot tub, huh? That’s gotta be a bucket list thing.” He winked, clearly enjoying your flustered expressions.

You pulled your towel tighter around your body, cheeks flushed, not just from the cold. San, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the attention. “What can I say? It’s a good spot,” he teased, earning a round of groans and playful jeers from the others.

“Come on, San, at least try to be subtle,” Yunho chuckled, though there was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he dealt the next round of cards.

“You should both go get changed before you catch a cold,” Seonghwa suggested kindly, giving you an understanding smile.

“Yeah, and come back for a game,” Hongjoong added. “I could use another victim—I mean, player.”

You and San exchanged amused looks before quickly scurrying off to your rooms, eager to change out of your wet clothes. As you reached your door, San stopped you with a playful grin, leaning closer so only you could hear. “Wanna meet up later? My room?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, pretending to consider his offer. “Not very subtle, San.”

He shrugged, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “I could be even less subtle.”

Before you could respond, you heard a voice from down the hall. “I hope you’re not planning anything scandalous tonight. We’ve got plans to play a drinking game later.” It was Wooyoung, smirking at the two of you from the hallway.

San groaned, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “We’ll see,” you teased before slipping inside your room to change, eager to get back to the others—and perhaps more excited about what might come later.

As you closed the door behind you, you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face. The night was still young, and with two weeks left at the cabin, there was no telling what else was in store for you and San. But one thing was for sure—you wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight.

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gyustarzzi · 1 year ago

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ateez reacts to sleeping together for the first time

☆ hongjoong

just got home from a concert and since it was getting late so he decided to stay at your place

when you tell him that you guys have to sleep together he gets nervous

stares into space which makes you nervous as well

when you guys go to sleep he keeps a safe distance away from you

stays up at unholy hours talking about anything that comes to mind

the next day you guys are wrapped around eachother not lettting go

" We have to sleep together? No! It's not a problem, it's just…I've never done this before "

★ seonghwa

got home from a long day of dance practice so you stay at his place

is kinda nervous but is a little happy to have you with him tonight

cooks you dinner which you tell him it is not necessary but he insists

one step ahead of you and has everything you need: clothes, toothbrush, bodywash, etc.

you sleep in his bed and he sleeps on the couch

ends up with you coming to him and sleeping with him on the couch cuddling

won't let you go home if you guys leave somewhere late

" I guess you couldn't resist my charm princess/prince "

☆ yunho

you and yunho went on a date and ended up staying at the beach a little too long

you stay at his place and change into his clothes

asks if it's okay to sleep with you in the same bed

ABSOLUTE CUDDLE BUG

watch harry potter if you guys stay up later than you expected

you wake up on his chest and your arms and legs wrapped around him not letting go

" You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you in my clothes, your so cute!! "

★ yeosang

he stays at your house late after a party with the other members

nervous because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable in anyway

keeps a safe distance away from you but once you start scooting closer to him the more he's scooting closer to you

plays with your hair, you leg over his side

falls asleep to your soft snore and kisses your cheek

wakes up with him caressing you back to sooth you in your sleep

" Are you sure it's okay if we sleep together? You sure? Ok, I just wanna make sure your not uncomfortable "

☆ san

sets up a sleepover with you and forces to comeover to his place

quick stops at the store to grab snacks and more snacks

makes a fort with you, which you guys cuddle in obvi ;)

watches many funny movies and k-drama's

places with your fingers (entwining fingers)

kisses you on the forehead before falling asleep

" This is gonna be the best fort ever!! "

★ mingi

you were hanging out with mingi at ateez's dorms

you guys were watching a movie and you fell asleep halftway through it

plops you on his bed and puts on one of his hoodies

since it was already dark, mingi decided you would stay the night with him

you snuggled under his hoodie that he was wearing while sleeping - wakes up to mingi taking cute pictures of you

" What? I can't take pictures of this moment? You look absolutely adorable!! "

☆ wooyoung

takes you home from a party

let's you change into his clothes in the bathroom before he takes a shower

cuddles with you in the bed, occasionally running his fingers through your hair

pulls you closer to him when he feels needy

when you wake up in the middle of the night he gets super bubbly and kisses you

helps you with whatever you need since your still overcoming your hangover

" You might have kicked me a few times, but it was definitely worth it"

★ jongho

comes home from a fun day with the members

freezes when you ask if you can stay at his place for the night

since he sometimes leaves his clothes at your house so you alreayd had some clothes to wear that night :D

lets you rest on his arm/chest obvi (HE'S BASICALLY YOUR PERSONAL PILLOW)

wakes up to you basically being squeezed to death by him

" Hm? You want to sleep together? No! It's no big deal "

#ateez #reactions #wattpad repost #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #atiny #kpop #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #gyustarzzi #preferences #ateez reactions #ateez preferences

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howlsofbloodhounds · 7 months ago

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TW: Kidnapping and involuntary servitude. Dehumanization, both of Killer and Murder (who is dehumanized by both Nightmare and Killer, despite how Killer isn’t aware of/doesn’t much care how he comes off, even if that’s not the intention.)

Hunting, predator/unwilling prey dynamics that is encouraged. Pet/master as well.

Also past hints to previous hunts, starvation as punishment, abuse.

Was thinking about how canon Murder was said to never want to willingly join Nightmare and wouldn’t have any interest in other AUs or ATs outside of his own, and I was thinking about how there’s a canonical Something New timeline where Nightmare just straight up yoinked up Killer and took him into involuntary servitude.

And then I was thinking about these two facts with a Bad Sans Gang AU, and my first thought was “flight risk Murder” and predator/prey dynamics with Murder and Killer (they’re both prey and predator bc Murder is very good at setting traps) and owner/pet dynamics with Nightmare and Killer.

Like, NM is old and ancient and spent some time away from most mortals for quite awhile and Killer didn’t really fight back or attempt to escape him as he yoinked him up, so he assumes it’ll just be the same with Murder.

Only, nope. First mission out and the guy’s making an immediate run for it. Killer has to track him down and drag him back, which presented a surprisingly good challenge because this guy is fast and light on his feet and good at thinking quickly (like Killer). He set up so many various traps or made impromptu ones, he kept Killer on his toes.

This becomes a bit of a routine (no one uses that word around Stage 2 Killer, because then it becomes something to avoid).

Nightmare sends them out, Murder tries to run if he has the energy and Determination, Killer hunts him down with something bordering on amusement and glee.

He’s never hunted another version of himself down quite like this before, and unsurprisingly this leads to moments of squabbling and vicious fighting between Murder and Killer who gets closer and closer to Stage 3 with every hunt. He’s having fun, falling into habit, the thrill of the chase.

They always both come back bloody, beaten, injured, and exhausted, Killer either carrying Murder bridal style or by the scruff of his hoodie, but Killer is uncharacteristically pleased and almost happy to be hunting someone down. (“You fell back into form easy enough, huh. Just like old times, right, partner?”)

Murder is always beyond exhausted and pissed, something bordering on realizing how powerless he actually is when compared to Nightmare (worried he might not ever be able to stop his human because he’ll never get free), and Nightmare is just…endlessly amused.

It’s like watching the cat drag in a mouse to its owner, so he will of course give Killer his well deserved praise and treats. This new behavior is something he hadn’t observed in his weapon yet, and he is admittedly curious.

You’re allowed to rest more today, eat more today. Just make sure to take care of Murder, have him up and ready for the next time. (This is what you’re supposed to do with mortals you don’t want dying on you just yet, right? It seems so tedious..maybe just this one time, just to see what happens.)

Feeling Murder’s anger at Killer, his disgust and discomfort around him (Murder’s embarrassment and humiliation at being wrangled and treated like a pet, even though Killer always takes care of his injuries well just like he does for the cats he adores so much), is like a nice side dish for Nightmare. He can feel Murder’s slowly, ever slowly, dwindling hope; and he assumes it’ll eventually be just like Killer.

That Murder will accept his place, and then will make the best of it, and they’ll all move on from this. Or maybe they’ll keep going but now both his pets will enjoy playing out in the woods or something.

But, no. Murder’s escape attempts begin losing its previous zeal. He’s just doing it because it’s habit now, and not because he thinks he’ll actually get free this time. He causally wanders off, and he spots Killer leaning against a tree like, “so..you come here often?”

He immediately turns around and goes back.

Killer is getting bored and apathetic again, Nightmare can tell. The tingle of “something new” has worn off, Murder is no longer novel. He’s boring and lame now.

But Killer knows he isn’t broken yet. Murder isn’t like him, he can see the spark of defiance and life in those dim eyes. It’s so different from what Killer sees when he dares to catch a glimpse of the reflection in the blade of his knife.

If Murder isn’t broken yet, then he’s just biding time. And Killer can’t wait to see what he does next.

(Who knows. Maybe Killer even does things to attempt to keep Murder’s hope up. Because he wouldn’t be fun if he were just like Killer.) (He doesn’t want anyone becoming like him)

(..of course things would get difficult if Killer starts thinking that Murder could genuinely start escaping him. Hunting someone down brings back memories, feelings, consequences of failure..

Stage 3 will not let this prey get away because no prey means no food means more pain means upset-angry-stomach-body. Pain to stomach and pain to head and pain to bones and soul and disappointment means becoming prey.)

(..eventually, though, it all comes to a head. Maybe Killer finally triggered into Stage 3 and kills Murder in the fight, before it can bring in the prey for observation, proof of having done well.

And maybe this is how Nightmare becomes aware of Stage 3, and is..deeply intrigued about this new side of his weapon. Perhaps this explains why Killer had been behaving oddly, outside of the thrill of something new. Perhaps this wasn’t as new for his killer as Nightmare had thought it was.

The next one they get will be more willing, somehow, someway. “I will get you another friend to play with,” he reassures his killer.)

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In Too Deep

[warning for dissociation, references to self harm, and suicidal thoughts]

He woke up in an unfamiliar place, he should’ve been used to this by now. He kinda was, considering he didn't immediately summon any attacks.

Killer massaged his skull as he sat up on the couch he apparently fell asleep on. His eye socket still ached from having that parasite in it.

“you finally up again?” Hor—Sans asked.

get that through your head already.

“mhph” he hummed and nodded in a completely lucid manner.

He registered that Sans was back to wearing regular clothes as opposed to the “disguise”. Looking down at himself he realized he also was wearing his normal clothes—actually no, his shirt and jacket was normal but he was still wearing those red bell bottom jeans. Looks like whoever changed him didn't want to intrude on his personal space that much.

“geez, that thing did a number on you.” Sans absentmindedly scratched at his neck. “that ‘blue’ guy’s back. he's talked to me and dusk, individually. he's trying to sort out the living situation.”

“whaddya mean? dusk and i are living in the same apartment and you're living with your fellow monsters, what's there to sort out? unless the walking x did decide to kick us out.”

“no, we're not being kicked out. blue’ll explain, just go over to his room,” Sans said. He pointed to the hallway, “it's the door at the end.”

Right after he said that, Dusk walked in from the hall. His head quickly turned to Sans after he noticed Killer was awake.

“you're up,” he said. Something sounded off in his tone. Was he disappointed? Annoyed?

Or was Killer still groggy and just imagined it. “yup,” he pushed himself up from the couch and his vision definitely didn't get funky for a moment, “so, the nerd wants to talk to me?”

“that's what i meant.”

Oh, that was “you're up” as in “it's your turn” not as in “oh thank god you're okay i missed you”. Of course. Duh.

“cool.” He walked over to the hallway, while he passed Dusk he tried searching his expression for anything, but with his hoodie back on he couldn't even see his face. He swore he was mad at him or something…

He continued down the hall, pushing that feeling aside as he opened the door to Blue’s room.

Blue was seated on his bed, which was shaped like a damn rocket-ship, and held a clipboard in his hand with a pen in the other. He gave him a gentle smile when he walked in. “Hello! Take a seat.” He gestured to the shoddy stool situated in front of his bed.

Killer narrowed his sockets, “what is this?”

“I’ll just have a quick chat with you considering your future living circumstances. Sorry for the poor setup, I don't necessarily have an office.”

Killer scoffed and stayed standing. “why didn't you just do this in the living room?”

“I wanted there to be privacy for each of you.”

“privacy?”

“Just sit down already so I can explain,” Blue sighed.

Begrudgingly, Killer sat down. Only because he didn't want his vision getting wonky again from standing.

“Okay, so. You three have gone through a lot—”

“heh, sure.”

“—even more than being held captive by Nightmare. And obviously that can cause a lot of…baggage.”

Killer chuckled, “oh. oh, you're gonna try and play doctor, aren’tcha? gonna try to fix us?” He eyed the clipboard. “gonna take notes on us like we're mere lab rats?”

“That's not the reason I’m taking notes—and I’m not going to try to ‘fix’ you, I want to help.”

“well, you've already done that, haven't you? saved us from that awful party that your friend sent us to,” Killer spat.

Blue put the clipboard down behind him. “I didn't agree to that. I told him not to. It was out of my control.”

“of course it was.”

Blue went silent for a bit, fidgeting with his hands. His eyelights stayed on Killer at all times.

It took him a moment to think of what to say.

“If you don't want my help, I won't force you. We’ll just get onto discussing where you'll live and you can get on with your day.”

“i’m fine with that apartment, now let me leave.”

“That hotel room isn't necessarily meant as a place for long-term stay—”

“i don't care. i’m fine living there with dusk.” He stood up, ready to leave.

Blue squinted his eyes and his smile faltered. “Dusk said he wanted to move into a house,” he mumbled.

Killer huffed and walked over to the door. “fine, whatever. apartment, house, it doesn't matter.”

“alone.”

The room went silent once more.

Killer drew his hand away from the door knob and turned around. His ringed eyelights bore into the other skeleton. “what?”

Blue shrunk in on himself. “he said that…he wanted to live alone.”

“why?!” Killer couldn't help but yell.

He was scaring the other skeleton shitless, but he didn't really care about that right now. He needed an answer. Was that why Dusk was acting so cold to him earlier? Was he still mad at him from that argument they had?

Did he finally wake up and realize he was sick of—

“You two should discuss this with each other,” Blue said, voice loud enough to be heard through his thoughts. “I thought he would bring it up when you woke up.”

“he didn't tell me anything,” he muttered.

For the first time, Blue looked away from him. He was clueless on what to say. “Um, sorry…”

Killer left the room without another word. He quickly made his way back to the living room.

Dusk and Sans were sitting on the couch all casually as if everything was fine.

“what the fuck, dusk?” he snapped.

Attention was on him instantly.

Sans looked confused, while Dusk’s stupid face was covered by his stupid hood as always.

“you're just gonna leave me without a warning, huh?” His voice cracked as he spoke, much to his dismay.

Sans glanced at the two of them, and stood up from the couch. “i’m just gonna…yeah.” He fled the room.

“we're not exactly obligated to live with each other,” Dusk said. “we're not a married couple.”

How could he treat this like it was trivial?

“but i don't want you to leave! what the hell am i supposed to do alone?” He was panicking. He couldn't even control the words he was saying, let alone think of what he was saying.

“killer, i care about you—fuck—i love you, even,” Dusk admitted.

The sudden confession wasn't doing any wonders for calming Killer down. Now? Really? Now?!

“what the hell is your problem, then?” he managed to say.

“we need to spend some time apart,” he said.

Killer had to take a moment to breathe. He didn't even need oxygen, he just needed to calm down. As if breathing would even help.

Dusk stood up to approach him.

God dammit.

He hugged Killer.

God fucking dammit.

Automatically, Killer’s arms wrapped around his back, clinging onto him and never wanting to let go. “why do we need to spend time apart?” he croaked.

“we can't depend on each other all the time.”

“dust, please, i’ve already been alone for too long!”

Dusk moved his hands up to Killer’s shoulders to push him away so that they could look each other in the eye sockets.

Killer’s face was a mess. The rotten determination leaking from his sockets mixed with his tears which was smudged all over his face from the hug.

“i-i meant to say ‘dusk’, i’m sorry—”

“killer,” he said as gently as he could, which was hardly due to the lack of practice. “i’m not mad at you. i just need a break. we're in a new world, i can't just spend all my time locked up in a hotel room with you and you shouldn't either.”

“you're leaving me.”

“we're just not going to live together. we won't be that far away.”

“i don't understand! if you're not even mad then why do you need a break from me?”

“this isn't healthy, killer,” Dusk stressed.

Killer’s sockets widened at the ridiculousness of the statement. “when have we ever cared about that?”

“since i started caring about you,” Dusk countered.

Killer noticed he could see his eyelights from under his hood, but they weren't the usual colors. They were white.

Dusk’s hands mechanically drew away from him. “you're too clingy.”

The sentence was like a slap to the face. No, he's felt a slap to the face before, this was worse.

Dusk continued, “so i’m going to live on my own. you're not changing my mind.”

Yeah, it felt more like being stabbed through the soul.

Killer didn't respond, so the conversation ended there.

After a minute passed, Blue and Sans walked into the room. The timing felt too forced. He didn't doubt that they were listening. He couldn't bring himself to care.

He didn't know what to do now.

“hey,” someone said.

“are you…are you aware the other two have already left?”

He was in a room. He almost forgot that, somehow. He didn’t really feel like he was anywhere right now. “what?”

The person he was talking to seemed so blurry, all his surroundings did, now that he thought about it.

“aw geez,” Blue muttered. The other skeleton was completely out of it. Usually when Ink dissociates, he'd hold his hand to ground him, but he didn't know how Killer would react to that. He waved his hand in front of his eye sockets. “Killer? Do you know where you are right now?”

Killer turned his head towards him, but his lack of eyelights made it hard to tell if he was actually looking at him. “i—we're in your house, right?”

“We’re already back in your room,” Blue said gently.

He went quiet again.

“Hey, uh, do you want anything to eat? I don't think you've had food in a while.”

“yeah sure whatever,” he mumbled.

Yeah he totally wasn't listening.

He weighed his options. He could potentially grab Killer's hand and take him to a restaurant—no he's not gonna do that. He could…leave him here to get some food and then come back. He didn't really wanna leave him though.

Killer walked over to his bed to lie down.

He also kinda didn't want to stay either.

He couldn't believe he thought that this was that Killer. In hindsight, he should've known immediately that they were a different group. That Killer acted completely differently from this one. This one was, frankly, quite pitiful.

And pity he did.

“why are you still here?”

The sound of his voice made him flinch. He sighed, “I don't want you to be alone right now.”

Killer let out an empty chuckle, “why? what trouble could i possibly cause alone?”

Blue felt his soul drop at the first thing he imagined. He pushed that away. “Uh, I’m more concerned about your well-being than…any trouble you might cause.”

“sure.”

Yeah he wasn't leaving this guy alone. He reached for his phone to shoot a quick text to Ink and promptly put it away.

He walked over to the other bed. With no reaction from Killer, he decided to sit down on it.

Now that he was closer he could see how much messier Killer’s face had gotten. It looked like a squid attacked him. Sheesh, he didn't even know what that black liquid was but surely it wasn't a good thing to be leaking that much of it.

“you're stumped, aren't you?” he asked. “you don't know how to help me.”

Blue was surprised by the question. “Well, I can't exactly help someone who doesn't want it.” Getting him to cooperate would be the first step.

Killer propped himself up on his bed to lean his back against the headboard. He turned his tar-leaking head to Blue with a demented smile. “how would you go about it if i did?”

“I’d probably get you something to eat because you haven't eaten in, how many hours has it been already? About six.”

“gee, and here you are lazing about. i guess i’m gonna starve to death now because you didn't help.”

“You haven't asked for my help yet, silly,” Blue rolled his eyelights. “Anyway, I had someone else get you food.”

The door opened immediately after his sentence ended. Ink dramatically waltzed in holding a bag of takeout and handed it to Blue.

Killer didn't even have the time to complain about the sudden company before Ink winked, melted into a puddle and left.

Blue frowned and put the takeout down on the bed he was sitting on. “he left the door open, of course.” He walked over to shut the door and returned back to the bed to open the bag. “So! Have you ever had sushi before?”

Killer looked at Blue like he was insane. “what the hell is your deal?”

“It's just raw fish, you don't need to be so hung up about it.” Blue nonchalantly handed Killer a container of sushi rolls and chopsticks.

Much to Blue's relief, he accepted the sushi.

“I just got you some basic California rolls—right this is human food I forgot to mention. There isn't really any concerns about it health-wise but some monsters aren't prepared for the different feel of it—”

Killer was already putting a roll into his mouth. “it's fine, nightmare made us eat food from the surface. i’m used to it.”

“Oh.” Killer was actually contributing to the conversation, he needed to say more than that to keep it going. “Did you have any particular favorites?” He started eating his own sushi, they were dragon rolls, which sounded a lot cooler than they actually were. Oh well, they were still good.

Killer answered with a simple “no” before stuffing his mouth with more sushi.

That's fine, Blue could carry this conversation himself. “Seafood’s particularly been my favorite so far. Humans get so creative with it!”

Killer didn't respond. He just kept eating.

“It's kinda why I got us sushi, actually. I’ve been trying everything on the menu at this one place for the past few weeks.” He ate a few rolls himself. Maybe holding a conversation while they were eating wasn't the smartest way to go about it. It was a hassle to talk and eat.

Right as he thought that, Killer finished the last of his food. He put the chopsticks in the container and shoved it off the bed. He lied back down immediately.

The action kinda reminded him of a cat.

Blue put his leftovers back in the bag and got up to pick Killer’s discarded container off the ground. “I guess I’ll get going now.” He walked over to the door. “I can come back tomorrow morning if you’d like? I know going out to get food by yourself is…a less than ideal experience.”

Killer sighed and pinched his nasal bone. “you're annoyingly persistent. fine, do whatever you want.”

“It's a date, see you tomorrow!” Blue said cheerily before leaving. Immediately after closing the door he questioned why he said that. He could've said literally anything else. Or just omitted that first part. Whatever, hopefully Killer will ignore it. Dying of embarrassment is not on his to-do list.

With that guy gone, Killer could finally relax. Well, not necessarily relax but if he felt like throwing a few attacks around the room to let off some steam no one would get caught in the crossfire. No one he doesn't want to hurt, at least.

God, his face was a mess.

He felt like a mess too.

Maybe he should shower…

He just remembered, he doesn't have a change of clothes.

He used to have so many clothes. He recently obtained a lot, in fact.

He wished he could kill Nightmare. God he hated that thing. Why did he have to go and kidnap him? Why did he have to torture him and the others and then fool them for a moment into thinking they were safe?

He shouldn't even be here right now. He should be dead.

Killer screwed his sockets shut.

He’s going to shower. Who gives a shit if he doesn't have a change of clothes, at least he’ll get to feel the scalding water on his bones.

He managed to will himself over to the bathroom.

The first thing he noticed on the countertop was, remarkably, a change of clothes. It wasn't just any clothes, however. These were some of the clothes he had back at Nightmare’s castle.

There was a note that sat atop the folded clothes.

“Hiii, I know these look familiar. I managed to snag these from Nightmare. There's more in the dresser in the other room that you completely neglected to check. P.S. you got wayyy too many clothes.”

It was signed with a horribly written “Ink”.

…

That guy creeped him out.

He sighed. At least he has his clothes, he guessed.

He hesitated as he took off his jacket. He faced away from the mirror as he finally did. He threw it behind him, it probably landed on the countertop. As he took off his shirt, he thought about how he got into these clothes in the first place.

Someone changed his clothes, obviously. But who?

He caught a glimpse of the scars on his arms as he took off the rest of his clothes.

And then his soul froze.

If someone changed his jacket, and someone did change him because he doesn't remember doing that himself—honestly he doesn't even remember taking a nap—they saw his scars.

He didn't know how to feel about that.

He didn't really keep them a secret. At least he thinks he doesn't. Of course he doesn't go around announcing he has them either.

It's not really anyone else's business.

He absentmindedly ran his hands along the ridges on his tibiae and fibulae before jerking away like they were on fire.

He wasn't going to think about this anymore.

He hopped into the shower. He turned the faucet to as hot as it could go. It's not like he had skin to burn, besides the hotter the water the easier it was to scrub off the damn rotten determination off of him.

So, recap. Dusk hates him now, Sans has abandoned him to be with his real friends and family, and he really really wishes he could kill Nightmare, preferably by strangulation.

And Blue’s trying to fix him, at least that will be interesting to watch.

He really wasn't looking forward to sleeping alone tonight.

“you're too clingy.”

He pushed Dusk’s words out of his mind. Well, sorry that he was alone for however many years! God forbid he wanted to make up for lost time! What a horrible person he was for wanting to stick around the person he cared about the most!

He shut his eyes tightly, reveling in the burn of the water.

He wanted to scream. He wasn't going to, probably. He didn't want anyone to come knocking at his door.

Man, if only he had a way to calm down. Oh wait! He can't even fight with Dusk to let off some steam either!

Great! Awesome!

If he did fight with Dusk right now he’d probably kill him at this point. But that's completely useless to think about because if he could in the first place, he wouldn't be this angry.

Really great shower thoughts he was having. It's not like this is only making him more frustrated at Dusk.

He came up with that name for him.

Y’know what? He's over it now! This whole thing is stupid! Who needs him?

Hell, Blue’s willing to do all this stuff for him—someone he hardly even knows! Fuck it! He can be his replacement. He’ll be better than Dusk ever was!

He turned off the shower. He wished turning off his thoughts was that easy too.

He dried off and threw on the clothes that were left on the countertop. They happened to be a pair of sweats and a cotton shirt, clearly suitable sleepwear. Did Ink put these here after he delivered the food?

No, the note said there were some in the dresser. He probably did that before he got here.

That guy really creeped him out.

Well, maybe he didn't feel like sleeping now. He still has yet to explore the area and it’s probably late out.

He squinted at the currently closed blinds. He wondered if this universe had a proper day and night cycle.

He approached the window and opened the blinds to answer his question.

Lo and behold it was dark out.

His eyes widened. He rushed back to the bathroom to snag his jacket and shrugged it on as he went out of the hotel room.

It was lethally silent in the hallway so he crept down it as quietly as he could.

Just as he hoped, absolutely no one was in the lobby.

He exited the hotel without that awful feeling of dread that was present last time.

Cold air hit his face as he closed the door behind him. Everything was dark, there weren't even streetlamps or anything on. Must've been really late.

Sheesh. How long did he stay in the shower?

Feeling bold, he walked down the sidewalk, looking around even though he could hardly see.

Some people were scared of the dark, which Killer found funny. Personally he felt an odd sense of calmness from being in the dark. Things were less overwhelming.

If there was anyone out right now he sure as hell couldn't see them and they probably couldn't see him in turn.

This kinda reminded him of his walks in the forest…Usually he went out at night to see his cats or if he was having a particularly hard time sleeping.

His cats…

He hoped the six of them were fine.

Maybe.

Maybe Nightmare isn't as bad as he acted. Maybe that apology was genuine. He did lie. He said he killed Dust and Horror—in a way he did. Neither of them went by those names anymore. But he also told those two that he killed him, and he's still Killer. He’ll always be.

Why did he lie? Why did he apologize? Manipulation? Then why did he send them away?

There were those rare times he had less slime on him than usual. Times when he was damaged. One of those times was around the time he decided to kick them out.

Maybe none of this meant anything. “Guardian of negativity” surely that just meant he was the scum of the multiverse.

He caught sight of the moon. Apparently this universe had one of those too. Something in his soul stirred.

He's never seen the moon before, has he? They've gone to the surface many times, Nightmare hardly took them underground, but they've never been out at night.

And of course he's never been to the surface back in his universe.

It was beautiful. Currently a waxing gibbous, most of it was showing. A full moon would be soon.

He was surprised he remembered the phases of the moon. That's right, he was a huge fan of space once, wasn't he?

There were plenty of stars too. The lack of light pollution here really made them stand out.

He wasn't that tired right now. Maybe he could stay up to watch the sun rise, but some people might be out by then. He sighed. He supposed he should head back.

It was fairly easy to find the hotel again, even in the dark, granted he just walked in a straight line.

Once he got back to his room, all sleepiness finally hit him. He took off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor and got on his bed.

The second his head hit the pillow he immediately fell asleep.

He woke up to the sound of knocking. He jerked upright, wiping the drool off his mouth.

His dream was relatively mundane. He hardly remembered any of it. There was a deer at one point, that was the only thing he could remember.

In his book, that meant he had a good dream.

“dusk, can you get the door?”

No response, typical.

He grumbled, willing himself out of bed to answer the door himself. As he passed by Dusk’s empty bed it hit him that he wasn't living with him anymore. Oh, right.

And the person knocking at the door was definitely not gonna be Sans, but Blue.

He stood in front of the door, hand hovering above the doorknob.

There was another knock. “Uh, Killer? Are you awake?”

Did he really want to answer it right now?

He was having a great time being alone. By himself.

There was another knock, more frantic this time.

If he just stayed quiet maybe he'll assume he was sleeping and go away.

“Killer!?” Blue’s yell caught him off guard. He sounded like he was panicking.

“I’M GONNA BREAK THE DOOR DOWN TO CHECK IF YOU’RE SLEEPING!” he shouted.

Okay he should probably open the door. He grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

Blue jumped as the door opened. He looked like he was about to kick the door down. Honestly, Killer kinda wanted to see if he'd even be able to do that. “OH! Oh! Thank goodness. You're alive—AWAKE!” He seemed to mentally kick himself. “Good morning!”

He was dressed in motorcycle gear. There was no way this guy actually drove a motorcycle, was there?

Killer quirked a brow bone. “you're alive too. nice to know you didn't trip on anything on your way here.”

Blue scratched the back of his skull as he weakly laughed. “Ha…yeah. So, ready to go get breakfast?”

“wait, we're going out? i thought you were just going to bring the food like last time.”

“Oh don't worry, we're gonna go somewhere relatively secluded. Once you drive far enough from this little town there's a field of grass people hardly go to since it takes a while to walk to. I’ll set up a picnic there,” Blue explained.

“so you do have the food on you. let's just eat here.”

“No, you need some sunlight. C’mon.”

Killer narrowed his sockets. “i went out last night.”

“That's good! You still need sunlight.” He really wasn't budging on this.

Then he had a thought. What if he threatened him? He wasn't going to let this guy push him around.

A bone with a sharpened end was summoned in his hand before he knew it.

Blue didn't even move.

He brought the bone close to his chest. “you're not making me go out, alright? just bring the food here. or y’know what? i don't even need to eat. you can just fuck off and leave me alone.”

Blue raised his hands in defense. “Okay. I’m sorry for pushing your boundaries. I won’t do it again,” he mumbled guiltily.

Killer huffed, drawing the bone away. His apology only pissed him off more. He didn't even look or sound remotely scared. “do you know how easy it would be to kill you?”

Blue stared at him with caution.

“i’ve already killed my brother, do you think killing myself would be any harder?” His hand on the bone tightened.

Instantly Blue reached out to grab his wrists tossing any concern for himself out the window. “I know you think it’d be easy but please don’t!”

He wasn't worried about dying in the slightest. He was worried about Killer dying.

He could feel his hands trembling around his wrists.

“why do you care so much?” Killer asked.

Blue frowned. Killer wasn't sure why.

“I—i’m sorry. after you fell asleep while the others were changing out of those stupid disguises, i suggested that one of them should change your jacket, at least. you already weren't wearing a shirt i didn't realize—”

“did they both see them?”

Blue let go of his wrists and dropped his hands by his sides. He nodded solemnly.

Killer was stunned. Is that why Dusk decided to leave him? He finally saw how pathetic he was. He wouldn't want to deal with someone like that. It made sense.

“Killer,” Blue said, “Dusk and Sans are concerned for you.”

Killer cackled. “so they decided to leave me? yeah, they seemed real concerned.”

Blue’s expression grew stern. “Most of them were old, but some of them were recent.”

Killer went deathly silent. Oh. Oh yeah. He almost forgot he…

Oh god no.

“dusk saw them,” he mumbled.

He wasn't an idiot. He probably pieced it together the second he noticed there were fresher ones.

No no no no no. He wasn't supposed to see that shit. No wonder why he was so stubborn about leaving him. He knew. He knew the cause of those ones.

He knew the cause was him.

Cutting himself over a fucking argument? One that he caused and needed to apologized over? Of course Dusk wanted to get away from him. He knew how fucked up he was.

How immature. How disgusting.

Someone gently pulled him into a hug. He couldn't bring himself to push them away. He didn’t really want to.

It felt warm. It was nice.

He didn't deserve this comfort but he decided to be selfish.

It was probably a solid minute before Killer registered that it was Blue that was hugging him. Of course it was, he was the only other person in the room.

The door has apparently been closed this entire time, which is a relief. He wouldn't want random people walking down the hall to see this.

Awkwardly, he wriggled out of the hug.

His vision was currently a blurry mess which was undeniable proof that he was crying.

“I’m sorry,” Blue said.

He wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for.

“If you want me to leave, I understand.”

“no,” he said, a bit too desperately. “you can stay.” He didn’t want to be alone right now.

Blue seemed to think for a moment. For a second, Killer was worried he wanted to leave, but then he smiled. “Alright, but I should get the food first. I left it outside on my bike.” He turned around to open the door and left.

Even though he knew he was just getting the food, he was still worried he wasn’t going to come back.

He really is clingy.

Instead of going back to his bed to sit down he stood there in front of the door like an idiot.

To add insult to injury, Blue didn’t look surprised to see him still standing when he got back with a picnic basket. He did, however, comment on how he didn’t lock the door.

Blue apparently also brought the picnic blanket with him. He unfolded it and spread it out on the ground to the best of his ability. There wasn't entirely enough room for it so some of it scrunched up against the legs of the beds. He also opened the blinds to let some sunlight through.

The two of them sat down on the blanket to have an indoor picnic.

He was skeptical of this guy at first, but he was warming up to him. He seemed genuine.

He was just warming up to him because he was desperate. The second Dusk left him he blindly grasped for a replacement.

He was horrible.

He almost hoped that Blue had some ulterior motive, that he was manipulating him. It’d serve him right.

But the food they were eating right now was cooked by him and he was filling the silence he didn't want to hear right now.

#utmv fic #killer sans #blue(BSsans)#dust sans #horror sans #killer x dust #LOVE affair #kist

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missmurbertime · 8 days ago

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They find you sleeping on the couch. Hmmmm. Silly skelly reactions ✨✨

Sans: he finds you as he is teleporting home from work. Taking his little shortcut right to the kitchen to grab himself a bottle of ketchup. And then he sees you. Curled up in a half ball on the couch with your legs propped up over the edge where the armrest is. A fluffy blanket half on you as you slide off of one of the couch pillows. His smile quirks up just a little bit as he walks over to you. First thing he does is start checking you to see if you’re sick. Brushing his phalanges against your forehead to feel your temperature and your neck to feel your pulse. (though between himself and his mind he would do that anyway if only to feel the flutter of your heart for a moment.) after he determines that you are definitely not sick and probably just exhausted. He will slip into his room. Pulling on his routine gym shorts and his hoodie and come back. Climbing up onto the couch with you and lifting your legs to rest across his lap. And that’s how you both spend the rest of the day, taking the longest most luxurious nap ever. Well. Until everyone else gets home and all immediately clamber to have their turn taking a nap with you.

Red (fell): the moment that he lays his eye lights on you he is grinning. A pick up line on the tip of his tongue. Until he really sees you. Your hair tossed over your arm and a bit of drool coming out of your mouth. And in that moment, the pick up line and every other line he has in his head vanishes. He can see the exhaustion on you from just where he is standing in the hallway. He immediately stepped over to you. Raking his eyes over you to make sure you’re not resting because you are hurt or sick or something. But he can easily tell that you’re just pretty tired. After that, he just kind of sits on the floor near you. Resting his back against the couch, where your arm is falling off. And if he sits with his shoulder resting against your palm, well that’s between himself and you. Not a movement from him for hours. Gradually relaxing. A book in his hands, though he spends more time looking at you than the book. And, when he thinks you’re sleeping deeply enough, he presses those sharp teeth to your lips. Nuzzling you the smallest amount. Your mouth quirking into a smile when he turns back to his book, flushed the bright color of his nickname.

Blue (swap): his chest puffs in indignation when he sees you sleeping on the couch. Mouth half open as he is about to scold you for sleeping like his brother does. Until he sees the bags under your eyes and the way your hair is frizzing. That’s the moment he realizes that sometimes a nap is needed. So instead, he walks to you. Looking at you sleeping for a very long moment until he eventually tucked the blanket properly around you. Coaxing your head into a more comfortable position and moving your arm so that you’re not about to slide off the couch. You even managed to crack open an eye at the feeling of being moved and drag him onto the couch with you. His protests dying when you lay your head on his chest. Slowly, he hugs you close. His form gradually relaxing even as his arms hug you tighter. You think, he may need this even more than you do. So he stays. Laying. Drifting to sleep with your soft squishy warmth against him. (Hours later he can’t escape his brothers relentless teasing about napping in the middle of the day. But it was worth it. Because it was with you)

BONUS:

Horror: his eye zeros in on you inhumanly fast. The way you’re tucked into the couch. Small. Unassuming. And 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕. He is there in seconds. Kneeling down. Staring at you for a very long time. His knuckles brushing your cheek. Partly to see if you’ll wake. The other part, just to feel how soft they are. When you don’t move, he takes it as his Que. scooping you up and holding you against his chest. You wake at that, startled, but relaxing into his warmth immediately. Heavy eyes closing again. He keeps you close all day. Sitting on the couch. Anyone walking past at any time would see just stillness. But he is watching you. His eye becoming dilated with happiness. (And maybe, he hugs you so close to feel your breath against him. Wondering for a moment, what it would be like to have you awake and close like this)

#undertale #undertale au #horrortale #horror sans #underfell #underfell sans #sans the skeleton #underswap #underswap sans

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animeomegas · 1 month ago

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Yes yes! That addition of supportive sasuke was so cute! And the endless cockblocking or embarassing itachi moments are just too good to think about 😌

I present to you possibilities swimming in ny head ヽ(〃´∀｀〃)ﾉ

Imagine sasuke mentioning how, in front of everyone, when itachi is in his nest he mainly cuddles with crush's scented clothing (Maybe it's normal for friends to lend their clothing to their omega friends).

Im imagining alpha being super good with kids, maybe thats why they were able to get sasuke to like them. Baby sasuke only allowing his parents, itachi, and 'Itachi's soon but not too soon alpha' carry him 🥺

No wonder why itachi fell hard, they just take care of everyone so well 😤 (maybe other omegas fell hard to for the same reason, but thats for itachi to worry about not us 👀)

some cute scenerios where alpha is hanging out with little sasuke one on one and it just makes Itachi's heart melt into goo

Sasuke: "Nii-san! Im home!"

Itachi: "Welcome home sasuke, where were you all this time? "

Excited Sasuke as he's toeing off his shoes: "Reader helped me train my fireball jutsu and we ate dango after!"

Itachi: "Ohh, thats wonderful ☺️"

Alpha patting sasuke's head: "Go on, wash your hands before eating dinner"

Alpha looking at Itachi: "Sorry, I should've told you he was going to be late via a crow or something, but it was pretty spontaneous on my part. I just ran into him while he was walking home."

Itachi: "It's alright... would you like to join us for dinner? Since you're here and all? Mother made soba. 😊"

Alpha: "I would be happy to, but I'm not the most hygenic right now, since i didnt get a chance to go home and clean up yet. Thanks anyway, maybe next time :)"

Itachi: "You can get cleaned up here, i can lend you stuff to wear."

Alpha: "Oh nice, thanks so much! Then I would love to join you all for dinner. I haven't spoken to your parents in a bit with all the long missions lately. Its nice to see you too itachi :D

Oh, and before I forget. Here. Some treats from the dango stand, for you and your parents, I made sure to get your favorite."

Itachi trying not to combust: "Thank you and... welcome home reader :)"

Alpha ☺️: "It's nice to be back~"

And if itachi slightly scents the clothing he lends alpha, thats for him to know and think about later.

When itachi and alpha finally get together, its a certified party of 3 inside the nest. Because why would sasuke sleep in his own room when the warmest and safest spot is between Itachi and his alpha! Only pg 13 things happening in this house!

Itachi can't do anything about it because rules are rules. You can't wake up two cute things from their nap, especially if they are huddled together. Its against the laws of the universe.

Anyway, sorry for my rant and I hope your arms get well soon!

Sasuke outing Itachi's nesting habits would be so funny! 🤭 Poor Itachi though, he didn't realise that his brother had noticed the prime position of his crush's hoodie in his nest. He contemplates banning Sasuke from his nest as a punishment, but he doesn't actually have the heart to follow through.

Itachi would definitely fall in love with a caregiver alpha though. Also, if they knew each other since children, Sasuke was a notoriously picky baby about who he let hold him, so being given the green light for alpha to hold him makes Itachi trust them a lot.

It's honestly so cute if Sasuke loves Itachi's crush, and it makes Itachi so happy to see! Even if happy Sasuke is just as much of a cockblock as angry Sasuke XD

Thank you for your ask, I loved it! And my arms are slowly getting back to normal <333

#asks #sasuke #cockblock sasuke #itachi #a/b/o #omegaverse

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swanimagines · 2 months ago

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Watch Dogs: Imagine being an ex-employee for Blume, working for DedSec and Wrench asks you out.

requested by anon

Note: nowadays all requests are done straight to asks, this is my old template of posting and I no longer have their asks!

A/N: I had a blast writing this <3 I hope you like it too!

Young you walking through Blume’s gates for the first time, lured in by your ex, had felt amazing. You had graduated from college with excellent grades, and working for Blume, the “better future”, held all your dreams together. You had imagined helping to build assets that would assist those in vulnerable positions, and changing the world into something better.

But then you first got introduced to how exactly ctOS worked, and everything you had believed in came crumbling down. Now, you truly saw what Blume was doing, gathering information about people without them consenting, behind a veil for a better future. It was sickening to see, but you were too deep to get out without anyone suspecting anything.

So, you moved out of the city you had lived all your life in, you lied to your boss that you simply need to take a break from work. You and your ex had separated a few months before that, so leaving him behind wasn’t a problem — especially when you weren’t even sure if he’d be accepting of Blume’s ways. He was more in the office and not really in the technical field like you, he may not even know what Blume is doing. But you wouldn’t be able to risk it, if he ever told Blume that you’ve told him about secrets they had made you vow never to tell outside that room with towers of data… you didn’t want to find out what would happen. It could be possible that they’d silence him too.

Your journey eventually brought you to San Francisco, where you got yourself a little apartment downtown. You knew you probably would be wiser if you just left the USA altogether, somewhere where Blume wouldn’t be able to find you and you could try chipping on them remotely, but… you couldn’t run and hide in another country you didn’t know. So you set up your computers and tried to find a way to help… but then, one day, you got a bag in your head and you got dragged somewhere. And your first thought was that Blume had found you, found out you were trying to sabotage them, and now they would silence you for good.

So when the bag was taken off your head, you assumed to see Dušan Nemec in front of you, accompanied by some Blume security guards. But instead, you saw four people around you, and it didn’t take long to figure out who they were – DedSec. A woman, a guy with a mask, a dark skinned, sturdy man, and a young man in a green hoodie, slightly turned away from the rest of you.

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, before you shook your head. “I’m not…”

You didn’t know how to finish the sentence. Your attempts to breach Blume’s network, you had occasionally come across another foreign signal while probing through their systems. You had collided with it a few times, but now it made sense. It should have made sense at the start. It had been DedSec, and now they probably thought you'd been trying to sabotage them.

You sat there frozen, your eyes jumping between them. But then the woman who stood closest to you huffed with a slight smile. “Relax. We’re not here to hurt you.”

You swallowed, a small hint of relief washing over you. “I wasn’t targeting you, I’m sorry if it looked like that.”

The guy wearing a mask snorted. “Yeah, we get that. If you were targeting us, you’d have done a pretty bad job, even for a Blume counter hacker.”

“Wrench,” the woman sighed, shooting a glance at the man. He shrugged and fell silent.

The dark skinned man stepped forward. “You’ve done a pretty solid job, considering you’ve done everything alone. But you know, it won’t take long before Blume will track you down. They’ve already found the area the unwanted signals are coming from, and in a few hours at most, your apartment will be raided. It isn’t safe for you to go there anymore.

You shot up to stand. “But my whole life is there, all my—”

The man held up a hand. “All your equipment, all your data, all your personal belongings. We know. We already retrieved them. And we also wiped your info from the housing database.

Wrench snickered. “And the database will tell them that the apartment was rented by a giraffe-crocodile named Fuck Off.”

You blinked. “You… how?”

The man in a green hoodie finally turned towards you. “You only had a mattress without a bed and a few laptops, and some food. It wasn’t hard to get them out.”

The woman cleared her throat. “We’ve had you on our radar ever since we first noticed your signal a few days ago. Not because we think you’re a threat, quite the opposite. You could be useful for us.”

You frowned. “You mean… you’re trying to recruit me?”

The woman nodded. “You have the freedom to choose, of course. If you say no, we will prepare a burner phone for you with a few contacts so you’ll be able to disappear. But there’s a chance Blume will find you again unless you get out of the country, and even then it’s possible they’ll keep chasing you if there’s even a slightest doubt on their end that you’re the one who sent that signal.

You sighed. “So, my options are joining DedSec or running away and pray Blume won’t find me. Splendid.”

Wrench put his hand over his chest. “You make it sound like working with me wouldn’t be an opportunity of a lifetime.”

“The thing is,” the woman spoke again, “that you’ve already started fighting back. You clearly have a desire to bring Blume down, but you just don’t have resources for it. If you join us, we will have your back, we will teach you to hold the ropes and show you how exactly you help.”

You looked down at your hands, and your fingers twitched slightly as your thoughts fought with each other. What other choice did you have?

The woman stepped closer. “Listen, we’re not here to pressure you. We just wanted to give you the chance to make the call before Blume does it for you.”

“And they will,” the man in the green hoodie added. “Blume doesn’t let loose ends walk free. You’ve seen what they do. You know too much now.”

You turned your head and stared at the wall. “If… if I do this, there’s not going back.”

You saw from the corner of your eye how the dark-skinned man shook his head. “Not to your old life, no. But the life waiting for you with DedSec? It’s worth it.”

Wrench suddenly jumped in, throwing his arms wide. “Yeah! You get to hang with super cool hackers! What’s not to love?”

You felt everyone staring at you, and then you carefully nodded. “Okay. Okay, I will join. But I won’t be doing anything crazy, alright? At least… not at first. I need time to learn.”

The woman smiled. “Welcome to DedSec.”

Wrench whooped, slinging an arm over your shoulders. “You’re gonna love it here! First mission: pick your hacker name. And no, you can’t steal mine, but I’m open to inspiration.”

—

A lot had happened during the past year. For the first three months, you had a hacking bootcamp held by Josh, and you ended up becoming pretty good at it. And now, you were doing just some checkups on your firewalls even though it wasn’t really necessary but it was a good way to pass time. Wrench sat by his workbench, you had noticed he was quieter than usual. When it was just the two of you, he wouldn’t shut up. He’d swing jokes and stories your way, but now he was just sitting there, fidgeting.

But then, he spoke. “Uh… are you finishing up soon?”

You snorted. “I’ve been finished for about an hour, just passing time for now.”

He turned on his stool. “Oh, cool. That’s good.”

He stared at you for a moment, and you stared back. You caught his mask showing heart eyes for a fraction of a second, and you frowned. “What?”

“Um, I was thinking… we’ve worked together for a long time, right? And… I think you’re cool. Really cool. Coolest person around. And uh…” he stammered, his mask displaying a heart again for a moment before disappearing. “I was wondering if… we could go out tonight? Not as DedSec partners, nor really friends either. Or I, I mean if you want to go as friends, that’s cool too, but… I was thinking of like, a date. With me?”

You froze, staring at him in turn. His mask flickered between three different emoticons, and you held back a smile when you realised he was panicking.

“A date?” you echoed. You wanted to make sure you heard right, understood right. Maybe his mask glitched somehow, it was so not like Wrench to panic like that.

He nodded while wringing his hands together. “Yeah, a date. Like a dinner, or a movie, or just a walk in a park I guess. I just… I want to get to know you better, beyond uh… friendship. No pressure! If you aren’t interested, we can pretend this discussion never happened, and I can go back to just being friends, or colleagues, or—”

“Wrench,” you interrupted, unable to hold back a smile now. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

He froze for a moment, then jumped up, his mask displaying fireworks. “Yes! Okay, awesome, cool. Cool, cool, uh. What do you want to do? I’m going to make something amazing, like movie-level amazing. But not like, cheesy rom-com amazing,” he babbled, then froze again, looking at you. “Unless you like cheesy rom-coms. Do you like cheesy rom-coms?”

You laughed, standing up and walking up to him, before you took his hand into yours and squeezed. “Relax, Wrench. Anything we will do is fine, as long as you’re there.”

He was quiet for a moment, and his mask went through multiple emoticons again. Heart eyes, blush, joy… before he lifted his other hand to the side of it, resetting it to those default X’s. “You’re going to make my mask short–circuit if you keep my heart rate jumping like this.”

You laughed again, bringing his hand to your own chest so he could feel the rapid thumping of your own heart. His mask settled into heart eyes again, and you looked behind you. “Do I need to dress up for where we’re going?”

He was quiet for a moment, then shrugged. “If you want to. But you look gorgeous either way.”

You felt yourself blush again, and you knew Wrench was also bright red behind his mask. And you knew that this date would be amazing either way.

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punksyeet · 1 month ago

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- Unwrapped ❥

Plot: Gianna (OC) takes advantage of the one time a year where her man will let her spoil him rotten, and ends up being spoiled herself.

Warning: Hefty flirting & smut!

The soft sound of Bryson Tiller's "Winter Wonderland" pours out of the TV and takes over the living room as we're sat by the tree, wrapping gifts for the twins.

"And then I got him this as well," Trin exclaims, holding up a San Francisco 49ers, Jon and Josh's favorite football team, bomber jacket.

"Damn girl," I tease, popping my neck. "You spoiled that man rotten this year."

Before the jacket, she showed me four other gifts for Jon: a new watch, a couple of hoodies from Nike, and new cologne.

She giggles and I smile, reaching out to feel one of the sleeves. "It's so cute. And super soft too. He's gonna love it."

She squeals in excitement and folds it, before placing it back into it's box.

"What'd you get Josh?" she asks, starting to fold snowman themed wrapping paper around the box.

I reach over to the left of me and slide over a shopping bag filled with clothes from Nike, his favorite clothing brand, as well as a tiny bag labeled Cartier.

"Cartier?!" Trin calls out in shock. "And I spoiled Jon? You're a whole ass sugar mama!"

I burst into laughter and playfully swat her shoulder.

Her eyes widen when I open the cushioned box, revealing a diamond bracelet to go with his favorite silver chain.

"Oh my god Gi," she coos, picking it up ever so gently. "It's gorgeous."

I smile softly, thinking about his reaction when he sees it for the first time.

"Isn't it?" I reply in agreement. "I fell in love with it the second I walked up to the counter. I just hope he likes it."

She sucks her teeth. "He better because, bitch if he doesn't, I know someone that will right here."

She points to herself when saying that last part.

I chuckle and playfully shake my head. "Noted, sis!"

"Nah girl but seriously," she continues. "You always know how to keep that man looking and feeling like a million bucks."

I smile and flick my hair to the side. "And best believe he does the same for me nightly!"

Her mouth drops open and we burst into laughter, as I close the box up once more.

Instead of wrapping it, I put in some red tissue paper to match the maroon colored bag and gently place the box inside, fluffing out the paper so that it looks presentable.

Once I'm satisfied, Trin picks up a box filled with bows and hands me a silver one.

"Add this to make it pop," she suggests, as I take it.

I stick it onto the bag and, sure enough, it does the job.

"This is why I needed to do this with you," I exclaim, pulling her into a hug.

She giggles and hugs me back. "It's an honor, babygirl."

We share another laugh and finish wrapping the presents, making more small talk.

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It's about an hour later, and Trin and I decided to make some hot cocoa.

As I'm grabbing marshmallows, the boys burst through the front door, holding what must be five shopping bags each.

They set them down in the living room and come over to greet us.

Josh and Trin & Jon and I share hugs before they swap places and Josh comes over to me.

"Hey baby," he coos, wrapping his arms around me.

"Hi love," I reply before pressing our lips together for a quick kiss. "Ooh you're cold."

He chuckles and kisses my temple before we separate and I bring the marshmallows over to the counter.

"How was shopping?" Trin asks them, looking up at Jon.

Jon looks over at Josh with a smirk. "Very.....successful?"

Josh smirks back and nods in agreement. "Very successful."

I look over at Trin with an eyebrow raised. "What are you weirdos up to?"

They chuckle in response and Jon speaks up. "Christmas ain't the time to ask questions, sis."

I playfully roll my eyes as Josh agrees.

"Anywho," Josh cuts in, changing the subject. “Is that hot chocolate?”

I nod and throw some marshmallows into and hand him a mug. "It'll warm you guys up."

Trin agrees and does the same for Jon.

They take a sip and hum in unison, causing us all to share a laugh.

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The horn of Jon and Trin's SUV honks as they roll down the street and out of sight.

Josh and I wave and, eventually, head back inside.

"So," he begins, sitting onto the sofa and gently pulling me down onto his lap by my waist. "How was your day, mama?"

I run my fingers through his hair, leaning back onto his shoulder. "It was fun. Trin and I spent most of it wrapping presents."

I nod towards the tree when saying that last part.

He smiles softly, stroking my side. "Baby you didn't have to get me anything."

"Of course I did," I reply, turning to him and now fully straddling him. "You treat me like a princess 24/7. The least I can do is spoil you on the one holiday that you'll let me."

He chuckles and places his hands on my waist, slowing making their way to my ass and grabbing handfuls of it. "Fair enough, baby. Thank you."

I smile and cup his face, pressing my lips to his.

The kiss turns steamy quick, as he almost automatically adds tongue and massages my ass in his hands, making me arch my back and my hips grind against his lap.

He slowly trails wet kisses down my neck and collarbone, while I tilt my head and let out light moans in response.

"Baby," I moan, my voice just above a whisper.

“Shh,” he shushes me. “I missed you today, baby. I missed this. Did you miss daddy too?”

I nod immediately. “S-so much.”

He smiles and finds my sweet spot, in the nape of my neck.

“J-Joshua,” I moan, gripping his hair a little tighter.

"That’s right baby,” he coos, giving me even more kisses. “Moan my name just like that, sexy girl.”

"I-I can't help it," I reply, nuzzling my face into his neck shyly. "Your mouth is insane."

He chuckles and cups my face, lifting it up gently. "Don't get all shy on me now, girl. I know what you want."

I raise an eyebrow and brush my nose against his. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"

He smirks and scans my body in his arms. "To have trouble walking tomorrow morning."

My face immediately starts flushing and becomes hot to the touch.

He's not wrong.

"And," he continues, standing up and taking me along with him, holding me up by my thighs. "I've got just the thing for my babygirl."

I raise an eyebrow curiously, as he grabs a bag from under the tree and takes us upstairs.

"Baby," I begin, once we make it to our bedroom. "It's nowhere near Christmas yet."

He smiles softly and holds out the bag to me. "Consider it an early gift. To my babygirl from her daddy."

I take a deep breath and open the bag, pulling out a lingerie set.

But not just any lingerie set, a holiday themed one: soft, red, and lined with white fur, alongside a mini-skirt and a shawl to go over the bra.

"This is so cute," I coo, setting it down and reaching up to hug and kiss him. "Thank you, baby."

He smiles and kisses back. "I'm glad you like it, mama. Go try it on, yeah?"

I nod and head into the bathroom.

Once finished, I style my hair and throw on some red lipstick for fun, just to set the vibes.

"Fuck baby," Josh mutters under his breath, scanning my body when I walk out.

I smile, fluffing my hair and giving him a twirl. "Does it look okay?"

He stands up and walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Baby, it looks more than okay. You look so fucking hot.”

I blush slightly before he gently grips my throat and pulls me into a deep kiss.

I moan against his lips, as our tongues swirl together and hands roam each other's bodies.

Not breaking the kiss, he leads us back to the bed until the frame is touching the back of my knees.

** smut warning! **

"Get on the bed and turn around baby," he orders in between kisses to my jawline. "Face down, ass up. Daddy wants to fuck you in these new clothes."

My pussy throbs at that sentence alone.

Josh has never been the type to have sex with any sort of clothing on — usually it's naked or bust — so i'm pumped for this.

I do as he says and arch my back nice and deep, earning a tiny slap on the ass from him as I shake it teasingly.

Caught off guard, my eyes roll to the back of my head when I feel his thick fingers rub my clit through the panties.

"Nghhh d-daddy fuck," I moan into the pillow, moving my hips and practically riding his fingers.

He lightly spanks my ass before pushing the thong aside and lifting up my skirt.

I'm an automatic moaning mess, as his wet and thick tongue enters my pussy from behind.

"Oh yes!" I call out in pleasure, reaching down and rubbing circles on my clit.

This combo makes me practically ascend every time.

His tongue repeatedly flicks at my pearl, causing me to scream like there's no tomorrow.

"J-Joshua please!" I scream, reaching behind me and pulling his hair desperately.

"Tell me what you want baby," he mumbles against my skin. "Use your words."

"I-aghhh!" I begin, but struggle to get a full sentence out as he continues to devour me whole.

"You can do it princess," he praises, joining me in pleasuring myself and rubbing his thumb over my folds. "Talk to daddy."

I lip my now dry lips before trying again. "I-I want you to f-fu-fuck me! S-so good! Pl-ple-ase daddy!"

"Good girl," he replies sexily, giving me a light spank on the ass. "My sexy girl is always so good for her daddy."

After a little while more of eating me out, he applies another kiss to my clit before sitting up, signaling for me to do the same.

"Turn around ma," he orders, pulling out his dick and stroking it. "I wanna see my babygirl's gorgeous face while I fuck her."

Lord, what am I gonna do with this man?!

I immediately do as I'm told, lay on my back, position the pillows comfortably behind my head, and spread my legs.

He leans down to place a quick kiss on my lips before ever-so-gently sliding into me.

"Shit," he mutters, holding up my thighs and thrusting slowly. "You grip daddy so well, baby."

I arch my back gently and massage my breasts, while moaning like there's no tomorrow.

His free hand reaches down to gently grab ahold of my face so that I can make eye contact with him.

"You look so sexy like this mama," he coos, trailing his hand down my chest and onto my breasts, toying with my nipples one at a time.

I slide my bottom lip between my teeth and let out a dragged moan, reaching up and tugging on his chain.

I pull him down and press our lips together once more, my tongue swirling across his.

"Cmere baby," he mutters, before pulling me onto his lap, never pulling out of me.

Once I'm sat comfortably, he comes right back to my lips, starting yet another steamy makeout.

About three minutes later, we pull away and I tug at his bottom lip.

His favorite thing in the world.

He trails kisses down my chest and takes one of my breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and flicking at my nipple.

"Mmmm yes," I moan breathlessly, wrapping my arms around his neck and tangling my fingers into his curls.

Once he finishes giving my other nipple some love too, his thrusts become sloppier, signaling that he's close.

"Cum with me mama," he mutters, holding me by my waist. "Can you do that for daddy?"

"U-uh huh," I reply, nodding.

He pecks my lips once more before thrusting harder and faster until, eventually, we both let loose together.

** smut over! **

Out of breath and panting, I let my body fall back onto the mattress as he pulls out of me.

He chuckles before laying next to and taking me into his arms.

I immediately respond by nuzzling my head against and kissing his chest.

"You feel okay, babygirl?" he asks, kissing and stroking my hair.

I nod, my eyes fluttering shut. "Better than okay."

He smiles against my hair and kisses it once more. "Good. Get some sleep, baby."

I nod again and slowly but surely drift off to dreamland.

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