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all-about-kyu · 1 year ago

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Summary: Your two best friends come by to help make you feel better… you hadn’t thought about your impending heat. Pairing: Alaskan Malamute!Mingi x Netherland Dwarf Rabbit (fem)!Reader x Bernese Mountain Dog!Yunho Tropes: hybrid au, friends to lovers au, abo au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, hybrids, pet names, small emotional breakdown, implied mxm Smut Warnings: heat/rut sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, biting kink, knotting, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, nipple play, clitoral stimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (m receive), implied cockwarming, somnophilia, predator-prey play Word Count: 3,280 Note: Happy Halloween enjoy some hybrid smut!! Thank you to @wooahaeproductions for beta reading this!! suffer with me tag 🐾 @kwanisms @pyeonghongrie @mejuii

You toss your phone back down on your bed and try to will your headache away. You’re not sure what caused it, but you know you want it gone. At some point, you start to drift off into a space between awake and asleep. Although it doesn’t help much, it does allow you a bit of relief. The only thing keeping you conscious right now is the rather sensitive state of your small tan ears. Each time a bit of your hair brushes them the wrong way or your pillows rest against them oddly, you find yourself tossing again to try to remedy the uncomfortable feeling. Everything is loud too. Each sound resonates about ten times louder than it should. The cars driving outside your apartment complex are revving too loud, and the music’s base is too heavy. Your neighbor’s newborn seems to be screaming every other second. Why they’re so sensitive today, you have no idea.

Yunho and Mingi are the best friends you could ever ask for. Not many friends would go out of their way to get you fresh food and prepare it for you just because of a headache. Even better, they don’t need you to come open the door for them. At first, your other prey hybrid friends thought you were insane for giving not one, but two predator hybrids the code to your home. If you didn’t trust them, they wouldn’t have the code. You do, though.

You smell and hear them before you can see them. The moment they’re outside your apartment door, you can smell Yunho’s comforting pine scent intertwining with Mingi’s soothing Spruce scent. Something about their scents together always makes you feel warm and safe. As soon as you smell them, you hear one of them typing in the code while Mingi laughs at something Yunho has said. You decide to go greet them despite your blaring headache. Pulling on one of the severely too-big hoodies you stole from Yunho, you trudge your way out to the living room.

“There’s our little fuzzy-” Mingi stops mid-sentence.

You don’t respond to them. You walk straight forward and wrap your arms around Yunho’s waist. Due to how much smaller you are than both of them, you also hide your face in his chest, completely enveloping yourself in his pine scent. There’s a hint of pure dark chocolate under the pine, but you’re so out of it at the moment that you don’t think too deeply about it.

“Bun, are you okay?” Yunho adds, “You, um… your scent is a bit…”

“I feel like shit.” You whine.

You can’t see it, but Yunho nods toward your calendar, telling Mingi to go check it. Mingi’s eyes widen, and he looks back at the Bernese hybrid. You smell both Yunho and Mingi’s scents spike sharp. When you pull your face away from Yunho’s chest, you see him already looking down at you. His eyes are focused and unfocused at the same time. His pupils practically swallow his irises. The bunny in you makes your nose start twitching. You’re not afraid of him. You’re just a bit lost as to why he’s looking at you like that. When you try to turn to face where Mingi is standing, Yunho growls genuinely and pins his ears back.

“Yunho, let her go. We should leave the fruit and-” Mingi tries to reason, though his tone betrays him.

“You know damn well we aren’t letting this cute little bunny be all alone right now.” Yunho responds, eyes fixated on you still. “Bun, why did you let us come here when your heat is supposed to come any hour now.”

“I- um, I’ve been busy with work and-” You take a deep breath, hoping to calm yourself. “You know I’ve been busy with work… I forgot it was supposed to come today.”

You hear Mingi moving back over, practically pinning you between the two large dog hybrids. Even if you didn’t hear him move, you can feel Mingi’s body heat radiating onto you. It only serves to make you feel even hotter.

“Fuzzy, if you don’t want us to be here, tell us to leave.”

You don’t respond for a few moments. The words you so desperately need right now seem to be nowhere. The hood of Yunho’s hoodie falls off your head, exposing your small, tan rabbit ears that are pressed against the top of your head. Mingi places a hand on the top of your head, fingers slotting around your ears, making your head tip back further. You see his black and white Malamute ears peaking out from his messy fire orange and blonde hair. He seems a bit more relaxed than Yunho, who currently has a death grip on your waist. There’s the telltale sign of his sharpened spruce scent with a tinge of winter air to it. He’s far from calm right now.

“Don’t go.” You nearly whimper.

That’s all it takes for the Malamute hybrid to let out a low growl and practically attack you with a heated kiss. At first, you think about how uncomfortable it must be for him to bend so far forward to kiss you. Both dog hybrids’ scent completely surrounds you. It’s like a skin-tight cloak. You never want to escape it. Your lips are glossy with spit and puffy from how Mingi kissed you by the time he pulled away. You know you’re lost in your heat. Your head feels foggy, and all you can think about is needing to get bred. Now. Yunho practically forces your head back toward his direction. Due to his height, he has to practically bend himself in half to kiss you, just like Mingi had to.

“Should we take you to your room, little bunny?” Yunho growls into the kiss.

“Alpha,” you whine, eyebrows furrowing together.

Yunho lets out another low growl before you’re suddenly not in his arms. Mingi has taken it upon himself to take you into his instead and carry you away. You let your lips latch onto his throat, right against his primary scent gland. You catch a brief look at his fluffy black and white tail. It’s wagging in appreciation, but you know he’s far too influenced by your heat pheromones to notice it. As you nip at his skin lightly, you notice the heat radiating from Yunho, who’s hot on your trail. Before you even make it to your bedroom, Mingi pins you to the wall beside the door. Your feet are nowhere near the ground, so you opt to keep your legs wrapped around his waist. You go to speak, but the intensity of both their pheromones suddenly has your voice dying in your throat. All you can think to do is submit to them, ultimately baring your neck to them.

“Such a good little bunny.” Mingi comments with a condescending tone, “You smell like fucking candied cherries. I can’t wait to get a bite.”

“Please.” You beg, “Bite me, fuck me, breed me full. I need you. Need both of you.” You ramble through the daze of your heat.

Neither of them responds. You’re so lost in your heat that you can only focus on their scents. They smell as if they’re just as in need of this as you are. Before you know it, you’re naked and spread out on your bed. Yunho is over you, grinding against your bare core. Mingi is beside you, giving attention to your chest. You’re dripping slick all over the bed and Yunho’s sweatpants. Mingi keeps whispering filthy nothings into your ear. You can’t make them out at the moment.

Suddenly, Yunho’s body is off of yours, and you feel starkly cold compared to a few moments ago. You absolutely have a fever despite the sudden burst of cold, and you whine at the lack of contact. The Malamute hybrid happily takes his place. His lips litter small bites and kisses across your neck and chest. They wrap around your nipple, making you moan loudly. His teeth lightly tug at the sensitive peak, and you squirm at the feeling. Though, you don’t get far. Mingi has his hand pressed against your hip, keeping you in place.

“Mingi, you’re still half dressed. Move so I can fill our little cotton tail properly.” Yunho chuckles.

“Please, please, please.” You don’t know what you’re begging for exactly, but you need something.

Mingi moves a moment later. Just as you’re about to whine about the lack of contact again, you feel Yunho’s bare cock grinding against you’re soaked core.

“Do you need me to finger you open, Fuzzy?” he asks, rubbing his member between your pussy lips.

“No, just fuck me. Put a litter in me. Breed me, please, alpha. Need it, need it so bad.”

You’re on the verge of tears, and despite Yunho’s rut haze, you find him wiping away a tear that did escape your eye. Seconds later, you feel him start to push his sizable member into you. Even with your heat, you find yourself struggling to take him. Inch by inch, he sinks into you. Slick gushes out of you, scenting the room with your sweet cherry scent mixed with Yunho’s pine and Mingi’s spruce. Your mouth falls open the moment he’s fully inside you.

“Fuzzy, do you think you can handle sucking me off while Yunho fucks you full?” Mingi asks, almost breathless.

You find yourself nodding and turning your head to the side. Mingi’s hard, leaking cock is already waiting for you. Leaning up slightly, you rest your head on his upper thigh, then take him in your mouth. His woodsy scent completely invades your nose, and it sends your eyes rolling back. Yunho presses his body weight against you and buries his face against the scent gland in your neck. You wrap one hand around the base of Mingi’s cock while the other threads through Yunho’s hair. You can feel his dark brown ears twitch at the contact.

“What if I claimed you right now, Bun?” He lets one of his canines graze against your scent gland, “You’d probably let me, wouldn’t you? Be my pretty little mate. Hang off my knot and give me a few pups?”

He only says it loud enough for you to hear it. Though, the way Mingi thrusts into your mouth, you aren’t sure Yunho had said it very quietly. You pull off of his cock a moment later to gasp for air.

“You’re so damn tiny compared to us. Do you really think you can handle getting knotted by both of us? You’re tiny little pussy can barely handle me as it is.” The Bernese hybrid teases.

“Yun,” You gasp when he gives a particularly hard thrust, “Please, fuck, please. Fuck me full, knot me!”

“Now, now, won’t you let me knot you too, Fuzzy?” Mingi practically growls.

You nod before taking him back in your mouth. His eyes darken when you give him wide lust-filled eyes. Yunho keeps spewing filthy words in your ear as he fucks you at a hard, rough pace. Each time Yunho thrusts into you, he forces you to take Mingi further into your mouth. There’s no physical way that you could take the entirety of Mingi in your mouth, so you take a break from sucking his cock and replace it with your hand to the best of your ability. You feel Yunho’s knot bump against your entrance with each thrust. All you can do is spread your legs further as if it’ll help you take his knot better.

“Fuck, Bun, I’m gonna cum. Do you want me to breed you? Fuck you full of a litter?” He questions through a groan.

“Knot me, Yun,” you beg, tugging at his hair just behind his ears.

That’s all the permission he needs. A moment later, he cums deep inside you and pushes his knot into you. You have a momentary break in your heat only to immediately be sucked back into it when Mingi thrusts up into your hand. You can tell the Malamute hybrid isn’t far from cumming, so you take his tip back into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it. Mingi cums down your throat just as Yunho starts coming down from his high.

“You didn’t cum yet, Bun,” he comments, reaching between your bodies to toy with your clit.

You grind against his knot. The feeling of him rubbing your clit mixed with grinding down on his cock sends you over the edge. You convulse under him and spout random unintelligible words.

“Rest for a little, Fuzzy.” Mingi offers.

“But-”

“I’ll get to fuck you as soon as Yun’s knot goes down. Don’t worry about me,” he reminds you, “Take a little break while we have a break from our ruts.”

You rest for a few moments, Yunho’s knot still snug inside you. When you come back to, you’re no longer plugged up with Yunho’s knot. In fact, he’s not on you at all. Mingi is lapping at your pussy. You bury your hands in his long hair as if it’s second nature. His tail is lying up along his spine completely still. You know he’s either entranced in the moment or hyperfocused due to how still it is.

“Min-” You interrupt yourself with a gasp.

“What did you just call me?” he growls.

“Alpha,” You whine, “Need your cock. Need your knot. Need-”

Mingi practically throws you to be face down ass up the moment the pleas leave your lips. Only then do you process Yunho beside you on the bed. He almost looks as if he’s unbothered. The tent in his new pair of clean sweats tells you otherwise. You’re about to reach for the elastic of the pants before you feel Mingi thrust into you in one fell swoop. A broken moan leaves your mouth at the intrusion. Any and all thoughts leave your mind as he immediately sets a bruising pace. Gripping onto Yunho’s thigh, you hope to keep any threads of sanity that remain.

“Pretty, tiny little bunny.” Mingi groans, “You gonna let me knot you too?”

“Alpha, please,” you whine, “Need your knot too.”

Yunho takes it upon himself to release his member again and slide closer to grant you what you want without asking. You’re more cockwarming him with your mouth than giving him a blow job, but either way, you see a smirk grow on his face. Had you been in any other setting, you’d want to smack that look off of his face. Now, though, it only makes you more desperate.

Mingi’s grip on your hips is so tight you think there might be fingertip-sized bruises where he’s holding you. Reaching forward, he knots his fingers in your hair, being sure to be careful of your ears. Still, they’re sensitive. The moment he grazes them, you tip over the edge of another orgasm. Despite your muffled moans, he doesn’t stop or slow down. If anything, he speeds up more. Your thighs shake. If it hadn’t been for him holding you up, you would’ve absolutely collapsed. You try to look up at Yunho through your eyelashes, but Mingi is holding you down on the Bernese hybrid’s cock still. Tears spring from your eyes due to the lack of oxygen, but you absolutely love it. Mingi forces your head up and down on Yunho’s cock a few more times before the brunette cums down your throat. Only then does Mingi release your head.

“I’m gonna knot you now, pretty bunny,” he warns you.

Mingi thrusts a few more times before pushing his knot into you. A moment later, you feel his hot cum paint your walls. You whimper at the feeling and feel yet another orgasm roll over you. You can feel the cocky yet exhausted smirks on both dog hybrids’ faces.

“Let’s reposition, Fuzzy,” Mingi whispers gently, a stark contrast to how he was just speaking to you.

You nod and feel Mingi pull your body up against his before carefully maneuvering so that you’re sat in his lap rather than being face down on the mattress. Yunho leans over and gives you a soft kiss before leaning back a bit and placing a small kiss against Mingi’s bare shoulder.

“Do you have a new perfume?” Yunho asks, brushing a few knots out of your hair.

“Um, no?” You respond, “Did my scent change?”

You start to panic a bit. You know, if they did manage to knock you up already, your scent wouldn’t change for at least a week. Nothing’s impossible, though.

“You smell more flowery than cherry.” Mingi comments, half asleep.

“Mingi,” Yunho says with a concerned tone, “You can smell that too?”

“Mmm,” Mingi responds, “Cherries and… tulips? I love it.” he adds, wrapping his arms tighter around your middle. His arms practically cover your entire middle section.

“Bun, can you smell me or Mingi?” panic starts to invade his voice.

Something overtakes you, and you tears well up in your eyes again. This time it’s due to pure panic. You knew if you smelled something other than a person’s characteristic scent, that meant that they were your mate. Nothing could’ve prepared you to smell a secondary scent on both of your dog hybrid friends. Your typically sweet cherry scent must’ve soured because, one moment, Mingi had his face buried in your neck. The next, he was sat up fully and fixated on you.

“Yunho…” you say, trying not to let the tear fall or your voice betray you.

“What can you smell?”

Your bedroom stays silent.

“Fuzzy,” Mingi sighs, “No matter what, the three of us will always be friends. Tell us what you smell.”

“Both of you.” You admit, “Yunho has a dark chocolate scent with his pine. You have that crisp winter air scent with your spruce. I don’t know what that means or what to do about it, but if you both-”

Mingi turns your face and kisses you softly.

“We’ve known for a while, Yunho and I, that we can smell each other’s secondary scent. But now we know all three of us can smell the others…” Mingi explains, “Now we know we have two mates.”

Mingi’s knot had gone down, so you slip off of him to sit on your knees in front of the two large dog hybrids. Your eyes flit back and forth between them, trying to determine if this is some twisted joke. It’s not.

“Two mates,” you reiterate.

“Two mates,” Yunho confirms with a slight nod, “Two mates who are still very much in rut with a cute, tiny bunny mate that needs to be bred.”

You let out a squeak before Yunho and Mingi practically pounce you. There are about a million worse ways to spend your heat. Spending it with your two loving, caring mates is the only way you wish to spend it for the rest of your life.

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kaysdelights · 12 days ago

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mission: starlight | 🔞

words: 3249 fem reader x male main character w / au's: alien!au, bodyguard!au, influencer!au, oral sex, public sex, ass play, tentacles, horns that you tug on while he eats you out, himbo alien (yes i have a weakness no i don"t have any shame!!), um he's a big puppy dog ... this was from halloween last year posted on my old writing account summary: your new bodyguard is kind of strange and into some weird roleplay, but at least he takes his halloween costumes very seriously! you can't resist hooking up with him in the bathroom at a halloween party

“Ugh, where is my security detail?” You click the button on the side of your phone and tap your heels against the tiled floor before the elevator. You have to be at a sponsor event the brand you just signed with is throwing for Halloween, and you just know your Carrie costume is going to kill. You’ve gone all out with the pink, silky prom dress, bloody Prom Queen sash, and a tiara to match. Bloody handprints on your body only complement the entire look… perfect for a social media superstar such as yourself.

Getting brand deals and attending parties is kind of what you live for. Especially around the holidays. Being a full-time vlogger has its perks for sure, but it definitely has its downsides. Like needing a new bodyguard because your old one was terrible and there’s no way you’re attending events alone with the creepy podcasters running around. Your management team was supposed to hook you up with a top of the line, ex-military super soldier type, but he’s currently nowhere to be found.

The elevator dings and you make your way down to the first floor of the hotel the sponsor has you staying in. You get a few compliments on the way down over your costume, happy everyone seems to be in the celebrating mood. It has you extra excited for the evening. You adore Halloween parties, and you love making content for your vlogs and social media pages.

You only wish you weren’t running around the large, luxurious hotel looking for the supposed super strong man that’s paid to keep you safe.

“There you are!” You finally spot a tall, broad looking man wondering wide-eyed around the lobby. He’s dressed in an all-black outfit. His shirt is silky and tight against his muscles while buttoning down in the front. His cargo pants fit snug against his thick thighs, tucking into his army boots.

God, did they get the most delicious looking man to be your bodyguard, too? Not to mention the ribbed horns that wrap around the sides of his head, nearly meeting at the back as they taper off into points.

Okay, he has a hell of a costume for Halloween. It’s cute he dressed up to attend the event. Your old bodyguard was such a drag. Though, you aren’t sure what your new one is supposed to be. Angel, alien, demon looking thing? Regardless, he’s clearly your type and it’s making you kind of hot thinking about spending so much one on one time together. You hope he isn’t seeing anyone. It could be really fun…

“Hey!” You quickly introduce yourself to him to let him know you’re his new client. “Ready to go?” He turns to you, towering over you while looking strangely… confused. Then his eyes go wide, taking in your costume and apparently the blood all over you.

“Earth human princess, are you okay?” He suddenly grabs your shoulders, leaning down to meet you eye to eye. You can only frown. Earth human princess? Oh, the tiara! So, you guess he’s dressed as an alien and he’s taking his costume very seriously. You’re so into it!

“Of course, I’m okay! It’s my costume!” You blink at him. Then begin giggling. “What are you doing just standing there? We gotta go to the party!” You eye him up and down. God, he’s way more attractive than your last security guard and even more so up close. Taller. Stronger. His muscles bulging through his shirt make your inside warm. Even the horns that wrap around the sides of his head are making you hot. They look so real.

“Go where?” He’s still confused and still worried. He doesn’t let you go, giving you a look over once again. “Are you sure you’re okay, human princess?” Okay, his deep voice is making you so wet. You have got to get going to this party… what the hell is going on? Other hotel guests are beginning to give the two of you weird looks as they pass you.

“Yes. Me, the social media princess, needs to go to this party. You, the bodyguard, need to guard and protect and keep me safe? Got it?”

It’s like suddenly he understands. His back straightens. He offers a nod. Clearly there’s the military super soldier you were told about. Perfect.

You lead him out of the hotel and into the black SUV waiting on the two of you. While you ride in the backseat with him, you try to get to know your new bodyguard a little bit, but his answers are so robotic. Now is he an alien, or an android?

“So, what was your last mission before me?” You pull a compact mirror out of your clutch and begin applying lip gloss. The big alien man just stares, watching your lips shine beneath the warm glow of streetlights.

“Sector Twenty-Seven, Operation Iron Nova was my last mission before landing on earth.”

Um, okay? You assumed the answer would be a high-profile politician or something.

“Cool. So, what made you want to switch jobs?”

“I’m looking for a human companion specifically from earth.”

Hm, interesting. He’s single. He just got a thousand times hotter. Also, looking for more job security to impress a future potential partner. That’s a green flag in your book. Of course, you’re not trying to marry the guy by any means, but he’s sending all the right signals to light your body up.

You turn to him staring at you with wide, hopeful eyes. Either he’s about to cry or he finds you really attractive as well. Sometimes it’s hard to tell with these puppy dog, himbo types…

It doesn’t take much longer to pull up to the party. The bass is booming from the outside as the two of you climb out of the car, head inside, and are greeted with a tray of shots in your face before you make it to the photo ops and press lines. You’re thankful, too, knowing you’re going to need at least a little alcohol to make it through answering the same question twenty times.

Your bodyguard clings to your side the entire time. You don’t even make him stand to the back as you snap pics in front of the paparazzi. He begins to look like your new arm candy halfway through and you know it will keep the fans gossiping. Plus, he’s a hot alien bodyguard at least for tonight on Halloween, so you don’t mind looking good with him.

Once you make it to the actual party, you socialize as much as you can, take pics and videos for content, and try not to down as many drinks as are offered to you. You need to keep a clear head. Being put together is your job, after all. You mingle with all the social media darlings, vloggers, internet entertainers, and even a few full-blown celebs.

Meanwhile, your new bodyguard stays close. He eyes any man that approaches you for a quick chat and a picture. When they get too close or try to touch you, all it takes is a deep, animal grunt or huff from him and suddenly these men cower away in fear. It’s carnal and hot the way he keeps you safe, if you’re honest. The huge, bad ass bodyguard hovers over you all night, scaring away creeps and intimidating everyone else. It has all eyes on you, which means there’s going to be gossip for days. You couldn’t be more excited.

Or turned on. Not only did your new bodyguard play along af dress up for your event, but he’s been playing his role all night. It has you wet and eager for him, you can’t deny. Not only has the big, scary man been protecting you, making you feel safe and comfortable all evening when you’re with him, but he’s been eyeing you like he wants to lick off the fake blood from your body himself. You wouldn’t mind that, either.

His eyes burn whenever you catch his gaze in the sparkling lights of the spooky party. He has no problem traveling with his sights etching the features of your body, every curve, every soft outline beneath the silk of the revealing prom dress. You try to focus on the conversation you’re having with a Victoria’s Secret model from the Cayman Islands, but the heat swells inside you when you feel his presence behind you.

It’s powerful, yet safe. You’ve never felt this sort of attraction for a bodyguard before, but they usually piss you off before getting a chance. You’ve never had one so attentive, keeping his gaze trained on you all night.

“Come with me,” you say into his ear, hoping he can hear over the Sabrina Carpenter song blasting through the place. You grip his hand and pull him through the crowd, bumping into drunken bodies and people partying in their silly costumes. Trays of colorful, funky looking shots are passed around, but you stopped drinking a while ago. You have a flight to catch in the morning and you do not want to be hungover by any means. It’s been water for you for the last two hours. “In here.”

The two of you stumble into the small bathroom of the venue. It’s floor to ceiling brick with a farmhouse sink on one side in the middle of wooden counters. Very rustic and cute for the time of year, you think. Then the realization hits you that your new bodyguard has gotten you so worked up you had to sneak away to the bathroom with him. What has gotten into you? Normally you’re too focused on your work to even notice your attraction to other people.

“I, uh, needed to get away from the party for a bit,” you admit, which is true. He stands before you, nodding, jaw tense, eyes raking up and down your body. Fuck, he wants you. Maybe this is part of his roleplay for his costume. Alien comes to earth seeking a human partner. How hot would that be? You decide to play into it, see if his eye fucking is serious, or if he just likes the view. “Maybe… since we’re here… I could, I don’t know… help with your human companion problem?”

His eyes go wide. “An Earth Princess would be willing to help me? Even though I’m only from a small, insignificant planet like Aethoria?”

Wow, he even came up with a whole ass name for his alien persona. Maybe this isn’t something he does only on Halloween. Certainly, makes for an interesting bodyguard.

“Aren’t we all from a small, insignificant planet in one way or another?” You sigh, stepping to him and running your hands along his chest. All you feel is rock hard muscle beneath, which makes you wonder what else feels this good when it's rock hard. “Tell me what I need to do to be your Earth Princess companion and I’ll do it.” His jaw tenses, a fire igniting in his eyes as he stares down at you. It’s clear he wants this. What’s the harm in a little Halloween hookup?

He exhales slowly before replying. “On my planet we have a process to court our companions. It takes a few weeks of bonding, getting to know each other's bodies, and becoming intertwined with a deep soul connection.”

Holy shit. That sounds intense. You have about a few minutes before people start knocking on the bathroom door and a few more minutes after that before you start caring. You don’t have weeks! “Can we skip to the week where you eat my pussy?”

He groans at that. Deep. Animal. Primal. His need for you is clear. This massive, scary alien wants you to be his companion… at least for tonight. You’ll give him that because he’s drop dead gorgeous and he's looking at you like he wants your pussy served to him as a five-course meal. You wouldn't mind that at all, and you definitely wouldn’t mind tugging on those horns while he does it.

He gulps, nostrils flaring. “You certainly smell…. courted enough at the moment.” You definitely don’t know what he means by that, but you like it anyway.

“See?” You grin, taking a step back so you’re leaning against the counter. Lowering your hands, you grip the hem of your dress to begin pulling it over your thighs, uncovering all the smooth flesh beneath. “We’re already a match made in heaven.”

With a growl, he drops to his knees. God, he is so good at pretending to be a savage, horny alien. It’s doing things to your body you never thought possible. You feel yourself soaking your panties already, looking into his needy, wide-eyed gaze. He licks his lips, hands rising to grip your thighs.

“You do feel very nice.” He caresses your skin with his large palms in slow, hesitant circles. He’s even pretending to have never touched another person before. If you get any more turned on by this stranger’s roleplay, you just might combust. “I always wondered how earth humans would taste, but to taste a princess…”

You want to kiss past you for getting this cheap plastic tiara. If this man calls you princess one more time, you’re sure you’re going to come before he’s even had the pleasure of tasting you.

“Mhm, yes, and an earth princess can taste so nice if you play with her just right.” Parting your legs, you give the view of your soaked panties. He eyes the darkened spot against the flimsy material covering your dripping slit. Licking his lips, he groans again, maneuvering his hands from your outer thighs to the inner, spreading your legs farther. “Do you want to taste it, my big, strong alien?”

Another growl as you reach to cup his face while you speak. So your kind of weird, yet super sexy bodyguard likes to be babied a little. You have no problem with that. Especially not when he leans in, parting your thighs wider before burying his face right into your panty-clad slit. Full mouth, nose, everything that has you doubling over, squeezing your thighs around his head. It doesn’t stop him, however, feeling him press his tongue into your panties, groaning as he tastes you even through the cloth.

All you can do is grip those crazy hot horns of his and hang on for the ride. He eats you out over your soaked panties, finding your clit now swollen and aching from need. Opening his mouth, he leaves messy, pleasurable kisses over your pussy, groaning, getting lost in his earth human princess. Soft, desperate moans fill the bathroom, encouraging him to continue by begging for more from your alien.

The moment he slips your panties to the side to suck on your clit flesh to flesh is the moment you grip his rough horns tighter, squeezing until your fingers hurt. He growls against your dripping pussy like he can actually feel it.

“Princess,” he groans a deep, raspy warning between your thighs. “Keep grabbing my horns like that and we’re going to have a problem.”

Fuck, he’s pretending he actually can feel it. Can he read your mind? Does he actually know how fucking hot this is? You feel like you’re going out of your mind from this man, and it only makes matters worse the moment you feel his thick, long tongue slip inside your pussy. A gasp spills from your lips, feeling him taste you so deep you nearly go cross-eyed.

“Jesus… fucking… Christ…” You throw your head back, hips rolling against his face as he begins fucking you with the thickest, longest tongue you have ever felt inside of your body. Then your mind starts spinning the moment you feel him licking your clit once again…. except, he’s still fucking you with his tongue. You gasp and look down at him, seeing his face is still buried between your legs.

Then that’s when you see it. His tongue is inside of you while a slender, pulsing tentacle juts out from the back. It’s connected to his tongue in some way you’re not sure of, yet it’s an appendage all its own. Its soft, tapered tip teases your clit while his actual tongue presses against your g-spot in a way that makes your whole body begin to tremble.

“I’m getting close, oh my God, don’t stop!” Your hips roll and you squeeze his horns, holding him in place against your thighs. You know it won’t take much, parting your thighs as wide as they can go before straining. Just when you think you’re going wild with lust for this man, you suddenly feel another soft, slippery tentacle easing down to your ass. Its tip prods at your entrance, tasting every inch he can before licking circles around the rim.

Then everything snaps inside of you. The pleasure is too much. You come undone in a whirlwind of moans and rolling hips, gasps and cries of pleasure. His tongue remains deep in your dripping pussy while he toys with your clit and ass at the same time, driving you absolutely to the edge of your own sanity and back.

By the time you begin to come down, you can’t even think, let alone ask him what the fuck that was between your legs. Is it some new advanced roleplay technology for monster fuckers? God you hope so! You’re breathless and shaking and weak, nearly toppling over, but your big, strong alien comes to your rescue. He allows you to rest your exhausted, but wonderfully pleasure body against his hard chest. With a sigh, your eyes grow heavy and you contemplate falling asleep right there. Hell, you consider dying right then because what could ever be better than the orgasm he just gave you.

“My princess definitely tastes nice,” he whispers while running his palm over your hair.

“Can you get this princess home, alien?” You grin up at him, softly batting your eyes. He looks down at you with the universe in his eyes and you can’t begin to think how odd the whole night has been. Why not just enjoy the moment? It’s not often you can connect so well with someone sexually. Plus, you’re kind of curious if he has any sexy tentacle technology for his dick, too…

“It’s my mission to get my princess home safely.” He offers another sharp, military nod. You giggle because how can he be so serious after what just happened? You find him cute in a big, clumsy rottweiler type of way. Roleplaying one minute, eating your pussy the next, then he’s the strict bodyguard you’re paying well for. He pulls you from the counter, escorting you out of the bathroom on his arm. You already feel so safe and warm at his side. “So what’s my mission name if you called the last one that?”

“Starlight,” is all he says, to which you crease your brow.

“Starlight?”

He nods, and there’s the slightest grin on his lips as he replies. “When I taste you, there’s starlight in your eyes.” Your stomach flips at that, heat rushing to your cheeks, wondering why that is the reason when his mission certainly should have been named before tonight. Oh well, you think, allowing your hot bodyguard to lead you from the party while you imagine all the fun you’re going to get up to with him.

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scream your heart out (m)

🔪pairing: fem!reader x seventeen (???) 🔪genre: horror, slasher, smut 🔪tags: DISCLAIMIER!!! MAY NOT SUIT MOST AUDIENCES, Graphic sexual and violent imagery color coded in pink, abrupt changes in text color, features/mentions members (Chan, Seungkwan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Seungcheol, Seokmin, Junhui, Soonyoung, Joshua), established relationships, scream au!seventeen, Hybristophilia, erotophonophilia, homicidophilia, graphic images, mention panic attacks, smoking, mentions disfigurement of faces, severed body parts, knives, guns, threatening phone calls, face masks (horror), knife wielding, blood, gore, death/murder, knife play, bloody handjobs, cum mixing with blood, consensual sex but nonconsensual murder, HONESTLY SOME REALLY FUCKED UP SHIT AND IM SORRY BUT YALL SHOULD BE READING THE WARNINGS, sexual innuendos, kitchen sex, daddy kink, unprotected sex, cream pies, cuck! (??) member, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breeding kink, PLS LET ME KNOW IF IM MISSING ANYTHING PLS 🔪word count: 6.8k 🔪summary: you and your friends get caught up in a classic horror slasher movie, only it's in real life. Now you're off to fend for yourselves in Seungcheol's million dollar home. The question is, did you keep them out, or did you just lock them in? 🔪author note: thank you @multi-kpop-fanfics and @wonwussy for beta reading for me <3. here's some of their notes “I’m scratching my face to not fucking scream” “WELL SHIT BRO WHAT THE FUCK” -Zeta “It definitely does capture that slasher essence” -SJ this was so fun yet mind numbing to write but this is way more extreme than anything I’ve ever written like I lost a lot of sanity writing this. FR one of the most fucked up things I’ve ever written. I hope it was worth it. ENJOY EVERYONE and even tho it came out late HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Ever since the murders over a week ago, everyone in town has been on edge. All including the individuals most closely involved.

You had lost three core members of your eight.

Joshua, someone you’ve known since grade school who was sliced open from the back before being stabbed 8 times to the point of excessive bleeding. He had just gone out to walk his dog, the poor creature being the only reason they found his body at all. If not for the dog’s bloody paws, and the trail of blood they left behind finding help, Joshua’s cadaver would’ve lost deep in the woods.

And then Chan, your long-time boyfriend, was stabbed fifteen times in the chest. His face was so disfigured from obvious violence and what looked to be burn scars, that he was practically unrecognizable if not for the fact he died in his own home. Police are still looking for his severed arms and legs to this day with no luck.

And finally, Seungkwan, who hadn’t died but lost to the paranoia festering in his blood like a disease. That caused him to take the train to the furthest destination possible to attempt to escape death if at all possible, leaving the rest of you with only the reassuring texts he left in his wake.

All that was left was you, Seokmin, Seungcheol, Minghao, and Wonwoo; the core five.

“Okay, absolutely no one is leaving this house for the time being. Until the psycho is caught behind bars, dead, or whatever the fuck! We’re safe here.”

Seungcheol, the eldest, did just as expected: contacted the rest of you into a personal prison. Luckily, he was loaded. The prison happened to be six thousand square feet of space with countless rooms, amenities, and a housekeeper to boot. From the looks of it, it’s paradise, but it’s definitely a prison.

“Holy shit, you have an indoor basketball court?”

A prison with an indoor basketball court. And a pool apparently.

Seokmin wasted no time to enjoy these features, breaking out of his clothes and cannonballing in his underwear. If you knew any better, Seokmin didn’t even look like he went through any trauma at all. It looked like every other day for him.

“There's a murderer and you’re doing butterfly strokes?” You asked, baffled.

The golden man scoffed, reaching the edge of the pool and resting against it with his forearms. “What am I gonna do? Wallow, crying to my mom, worrying about dying, and not taking advantage of this gorgeous mansion we’re staying in?”

“Thank you, Seokmin,” Seungcheol grinned.

Seokmin winked back at him, “Of course, daddy.”

“How are you both so unserious about all this?”

Wonwoo left a kind hand against your shoulder, looking back at you with warm eyes and a small smile. “They’re grieving. Just in their own way.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “They’re being ridiculous. We shouldn’t be here. We need to be at the police station or something.”

“You were there when I got the call. The creepy voice said no police or you all die. Remember?”

You shuddered, hands over your sides to relieve your chilled skin. “Of course I do, but we’re sitting ducks here. This isn’t any better. We need protection.”

It was Seungcheol’s turn to scoff then. He strutted in front of you, flaunting his wing span before flexing his arms and then crossing them over his chest. “Well, you have me.”

“And me,” Seokmin joined. “Pure muscle right here.”

“Maybe pure laughing gas, not sure about muscle. We’re actually living in a horror movie right now and you’re all making jokes.”

“Hey,” Wonwoo stroked your head as his soothingly deep voice serenaded you, “Don’t say that. We’ll make it out of here.”

His arms come around you, forearms pressed against your collarbones, and his chin crooked over your shoulder. “You have me too. I would run through that knife before it could get to you.”

You genuinely smile for the first time being there, your hand stroking over his embrace. Wonwoo delicately kissed the temple of your forehead, reminding you what it was like to be constantly adored.

You were grateful for what he had become in your life. Wonwoo had kept you company in your time of need. In the absence of Chan. He had come to your house with whatever he thought you might need, lent you his shoulder that you could cry on, lent his ears so that he could listen, lent his body that you could heal. In more ways than one.

“You’re right. You are.” You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his body and meeting his eyes framed in specs of hard plastic. “You’re the first person I can sacrifice if we face them head to head.”

He mused at you. “Ooh, now look who’s pulling jokes.”

“Who said I was joking?”

“You two are disgustingly cute,” Minghao commented coming through the back door. “Horror movie rules: they get killed while having sex.”

You punched the new face right in the arm, watching him scurry away to your other friends laughing.

“Not funny, Hao.”

Minghao sneers at you, a jester smile still on his face. “Ease up, princess. Wonwoo, watch your girl.”

“Only because she’s so pretty to look at,” he briefly grinned down at you before directing his attention to Minghao sternly, “but come on. We’re all a little psyched right now. Cool it with the murder talk. Alright?”

Wonwoo pulled you aside into the dining area, ignoring the careless laughter outside. His thumb stroked against your knuckles, lips pressing sweetly against your cheeks. His grin sunk deeper in his cheeks the further he made it past your jaw and then down your neck. He felt your throat vibrate against his lips. “Wonwoo…”

“I can’t have all these guys get you heated like this. That’s my job,” he teased with a rasp.

You slightly pushed him off, your arms swung over his shoulders. “You’re so ridiculous right now.”

“Anything to put that smile on your face.”

His lips reconnected with your neck, nipping at your skin. His humming sent tingles down your spine, and he took your body to press you against the side of the counter. Your hands grasped his baggy shirt, lip close to his ear, fanning your breath against his face. You smiled like a girl in love. Obsessed. “Daddy…”

“I love it when you call me that,” he mumbled, just as love-struck, if not more. Your giggles brought out the pink on Wonwoo’s ears and cheeks while tightening the groin of his pants. You noticed immediately, cupping it in your palm, and running your finger along the seam. Your eyes skimmed over his taken expression, leaning your full weight into him. “I know there’s something else you really love.”

“Do you now?”

You nodded, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “But do you really want to do it here? Risk getting caught?”

He leaned into your touch, allowing your fingers to take apart his pants. “Try new things right? Like you always say. Plus you’re scared. Gonna turn that fear into pleasure. Make you feel good, just what my baby deserves.”

“You're so good to me, Daddy,” you moaned.

His hand finds the hem of your shorts, pulling them down to expose yourself to the cold air. He fingered through your panties and slid two digits through your folds. He felt your breath hitch as he squeezed your clit, eliciting your soft whines. “You’re so wet down there, baby.”

“Just waiting for daddy to fuck me where anyone can find us and watch.”

Wonwoo eagerly pulled down his pants, kicking them and yours aside, but not without pocketing your underwear. He lifted you up slightly from the ground, his exposed cock hitting at your hip. “Look what you do to me.”

Your throat went dry at the sight of him, hand aching to wrap your hand around his girth and have him shoved inside you.

He didn’t let you wait a second long, and pushed in slowly inch by inch, burying himself in your pussy until he was nearly balls deep. You grasped his shoulder in a gasp, savoring the fire burning in your stomach. The girth of his cock stretched your molten walls, allowing them to melt all around his cock as he spread your legs. You writhe in his embrace, your limbs closing around his lean and toned build, already blissful from the few seconds of him being inside you.

Wonwoo’s words kissed your lips, flushed your skin, and left a permanent smile on your face. It swelled pride in his chest, better than any physical trophy would have. His hips slowly rolled against yours, letting you adjust to his size. He massaged the flesh of your side through his fingers, mentally reassuring himself you were his and his alone, but his names on your lips became more than proof.

Your hips buckled towards him in heat, matching his pace before the carnal side of him decided to fuck you like an animal. His cock then plunged sharply inside you, and then again, a whimper coming out of your lips. Your hips stuttered the harder he pounded, arching your back, you felt his hand above your ass, pushing you against him.

“Daddy…”

He lost control when it came to you, addicted—religious—the second your body came in contact with his. He loved how your fingers ran through his hair, not caring how his glasses fell off his face in the process. With drool out of the corner of his lips, he could feel the blood rush up to the surface of your skin, making him feel warm at home inside you. Throbbing, he only got harder feeling how perfectly snug you were, pricking his clammy skin with goosebumps as he bottomed out.

“You’re sopping, precious,” he murmured with a sly grin.

He had you begging, flustered, and beautiful. Your hand clasped his face as your other arm looped around his neck, swallowing his lips, anxious and thirsty for his breath. You craved every part of him viscerally. “Cum in me, daddy. Please…”

He scoffed, lips ghosting over yours. “Will you take every bit of daddy’s cum, hmm? Hold my cum inside you.”

You nodded gingerly. “Yes, yes. I promise, daddy. Give it to me please, I want you to spill your cum inside me and make me yours…”

“Hold on to me.”

You obliged, met with the hot stream of his climax, yours quick to follow. He embraced your sides, devouring your lips and muffling your whines. His loads pumped into you in erratic thrusts, fucking his cum back into you and making sure you drained him of every ounce. His fingers dug into your flesh, feeling you just come apart for him, undoing the tension that festered earlier.

But that tension was needed. It was necessary to survive. Everyone let themselves forget the current predicament, basking in the glow of the sunset until dinner time arrived. Despite the housekeeper that supposedly exists, she hadn’t been around since all of you stepped foot in the house, like a ghost presence. Seungcheol scrambled to find her—reminding you of his peculiar obsession with the woman—as he wondered when dinner would be ready since a rise in temperature or a savory scent couldn’t be found in the kitchen.

“That’s strange. She’d be finished with a whole chicken by now,” the homeowner commented, noticeably picking his nails.

“Aww,” Seokmin groaned, “Well, is there anything else to eat?”

“I mean…you can look around.”

You narrowed your eyes at him in disbelief. “This is your house. You don’t know what you have in your own house?”

“You try navigating a five-story home with countless cabinets!”

“Buy a smaller house, you prick!”

“Guys!” Minghao chimed in. “Breathe in…and out. We’ll just find food. Seungcheol, your maid, your house, your search. She’s probably fine.”

Your hands slammed against those pristine marble counters. “We are NOT splitting up right now. This is what the killer wants. She’s probably already dead and we’re fucked.”

Wonwoo came to your side, laying a cool calm over your shoulder, and rubbed your sides. You let yourself melt in his touch, his sweet voice soothing you effectively.

Seokmin sat up from his stool, “Okay, okay. I will help Seungcheol and you guys stick together.”

“That’s still splitting up!”

“Better than alone.” Seungcheol rebutted. “You guys stay.”

Despite your protests, they went on their search. Your head banged against Wonwoo’s chest, muttering in anguish about how everything was going wrong and that it’d only get worse. Meanwhile, Minghao seemed to regain some of that tension but masked the fear with the bright light of his phone, scrolling through TikTok. You didn’t know what was more annoying, sensation of imminent death possibly behind any door, or the same five songs replaying on Minghao’s feed.

After 15 minutes when they were nowhere to be seen, your patience had run thin. You picked yourself up from Wonwoo’s lap and dusted yourself off. “Fuck this. We’re finding them.”

You felt his hand on your shoulder, a concerned glow in his gaze. “Babe, hey. They’ve got it. Trust them.”

“Wonwoo, you know I can’t do that. Let’s just find them, hmm? Together?”

“Not a bad idea,” Minghao agreed. “Better in groups right? We go together, eliminate us as any potential suspects.”

Your boyfriend sighed, collected your hand, and laced his fingers through yours. “Fine.”

You were all joined together by the hip, making sure you were each other's sights. Through the wider than wingspan hallways, past the ridiculously expensive sculptures, you kept your eyes out for your estranged friends. Silence couldn’t have been more loud in these cavernous spaces, only hearing the gut feelings in your stomachs that’s churned in trepidation. Every step taken was the group closing in on the killer.

Fortitude meant nothing if the danger was already inside.

Before turning around the corner, Minghao—reluctant to lead the group—crashed into a human-sized obstacle, causing the stumble of your entire party. You all faced a wide-eyed Seungcheol with the missing young housekeeper walking hand in hand with him. Suspicious, but besides the point.

“Holy shit, we said we’d come back!”

“It’s been 20 minutes, Cheol! You guys could’ve been dead for all we know.” You retorted.

“Wait, where’s Seokmin?” Wonwoo asked, noticing he didn’t see him nearby.

“He went ahead. He needed to piss or something and meet up later.”

“You idiot.” Your eyes burned a frustrated rage. “I said don't split up. DON’T SPLIT UP! That’s the number one rule of horror movies. You’re going get us fucking killed. He could be the murderer for all we know.”

Seungcheol scoffed, shaking his head. “Seokmin? No way. He’s the last person to even think to do that.”

“Well, do you see him? No! Probably he’s off someone being Ghostface reject with his stupid little voice modulator and cheap party city costume.”

“I told you—“ Before he could finish, his phone went off in the nick of time. When he pulled it out to saw Seokmin’s caller ID on display and the owner of the device wouldn’t help but smile. “See the bastard is even calling.”

He picked up and put him on speaker, eyeing you cheekily, amped to prove you wrong. “Seok, you little shit. How long does it take to piss, huh? Just say you wanted to take a dump.”

“Oh yeah, I took the shittiest, stinkiest, fattest dump. You could probably smell all the way from the other end of the hall.”

Instead of Seokmin on the other line, all of you were met with the eerie voice that had called you multiple times before. The voice that felt like spiders crawling up your legs. The voice that had you second guess whether you locked the front and the back door. The voice whose owner had killed countless people already.

Seungcheol held the phone in a vice grip swallowing, fear stilling in his unsteady eyes. “You—Where the fuck is Seokmin, you son of a bitch?”

The morphed voice on the other end laughed, sounding bone chilling as nails against a blackboard. “What’s to say? Why don’t we play a little game to find out?”

“Mother fu—“You grabbed the phone from Seungcheol to answer in his place, cutting the older man off. “Why go through with this?”

“Why, I just want to help you find your beloved friend. All out of the kindness of my heart.”

“If it was all kindness, you could tell us where he is.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Psycho,” Minghao muttered under his breath, eyes wide in shock and fear, as if registering the idea of death for the first time.

“And if we refuse?” Wonwoo interjected.

“Seokmin dies, rock for brains,” Seungcheol gritted.

“Ding, ding, ding. Or should I say, chop, chop, chop, since that’s what'll happen if you get any of my questions wrong.”

You scoffed, coming down the stairs with your friends to follow. “Have at it then, you freak.”

“Hey, hey, play nice. Maybe I’ll get too excited and decide to cut him up early.”

Seungcheol glared at you briefly before taking back the phone, storming down the stairs, and reaching the ground floor. “Ask away, as long as Seokmin is safe.”

“First an easy one. What’s your favorite scary movie, Seungcheol?”

His feet stopped at the end of the couch in his living room, stammering to answer. “What kind of fucking question—uh, The Ring?”

“Don’t lie to your friends, Seungcheol. You know that’s not the answer, that’s just what you say to anyone that asks. Say the real answer.”

“That’s the movie though!” he started to shout, visibly shaking.

“Just say it, Cheol!” Minghao pushed.

“Stop playing around Choi Seungcheol! Just say it,” You joined.

“Fine!” He faced the friends, evidently swallowing his pride as he choked up on his answer. “I never watched a goddamn scary movie! Is that what you want to hear? I get panic attacks every time I hear one in the background, why do you I’m always going off smoking when you guys put one on,” he confessed through his tears.

“Congratulations. Your first right answer. Now was that so hard? Pussy boy?”

“Fuck you,” Seungcheol sputtered, tossing the phone back to you.

“Next question. ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre,’ Leatherface is known for wearing a mask when it was in fact several. How many and what were they in the original movie?”

“Who the fuck would know an answer like that?” Minghao croaked in disbelief.

“Three. A ‘Killing Mask’, an ‘Old Lady Mask’ and a ‘Pretty Woman Mask.’” Wonwoo calmly answers, garnering horrified looks all around. “I wanted to be a filmmaker, remember?”

“Correct. Next question. What Was Freddy Krueger's serial killer nickname before he died?”

“It’s on the tip of my tongue,” you said slightly panicked, “Wonwoo?”

“The Springwood slasher.”

“Wow, Another amazingly correct answer. Hold on to that one, Y/n. He’s a keeper. He’s smart and fucks your brains out to the point of you screaming bloody murder? What a catch.”

You didn’t respond, impatience seething on the tip of your tongue, “Just tell us where this is all going.”

“Patience, sweetheart. Last question. What exact kind of knife does Ghostface use in the Stab movies? Here’s a hint: it’s the same one I’m holding in my hand against Seokmin’s throat. (Help me please...)”

“S-Seok.” Seungcheol gasped.

Seokmin’s voice could barely be heard on the other end, weak and afraid, only staggering breaths audible.

“Wonwoo, please,” Seungcheol begged, tears falling past his neck. “He’s our best friend.”

Wonwoo swallowed, gears visibly creaking in his head, “I know he uses a hunting knife, b-but—“

“Oh…” the voice cooed, “Well, that’s just not enough, is it? Seokminnie, say goodbye to your friends (Please, no…).”

“Seokmin!”

“Wait!” You barged, clutching the phone to the point of it almost bending. “A modified Buck 120. I remember now. It’s coming back to me. Now, let Seokmin go!”

The line went dead and in turn, light cast in the evening darkness of the poolside. All your eyes shot back at the change of light, startled at the sight in front of them. Seokmin was seated in a chair, bruises against his sides, bleeding from the splices on his forearms, and duct tape over his mouth. Yet the most frightening part was his closed eyes.

“Seokmin!”

You all rushed towards him, swinging the porch door in a panic. Seungcheol tried slapping him awake, pleading he’d be alive. “Seokmin please, please, wake up…

The poor victim's eyes start to flicker open, mumbling through the adhesive over his lips.

“Buddy,” Seungcheol ripped the duct tape clean off him, his ear coming up to his friend’s lips. “Speak to me…”

Seokmin’s voice came out in croaks, hardly incoherently, all except, “Be…hind…”

Minghao spat up blood, doubled over as Ghostface was revealed right behind him, and fell right into the pool. You and the housekeeper both let out a blood-curdling scream. The masked intruder wiped off the blood using his black rope, anticipating a lunge towards their next victim.

“Run,” Wonwoo breathed out.

He took your hand and ran with it. Taking a second to look back, you see Seungcheol and the housekeeper try to escape similarly before she was tugged right back towards the killer and she was stabbed right in front of him five times, each one faster than the last, having the poor Seungcheol paralyzed and fallen on his knees. The sounds of suffering were loud enough to hear throughout the neighborhood.

Wonwoo dragged you back upstairs, his survival instinct telling him to seek haven high and far up the house.

“You left them there to die,” You proclaimed.

“He said he could manage it. You’re more important.”

“You actually believe that? Ghostface snuck up on Minghao with neither of us looking!”

“We’re going to have to. Secungcheol can handle himself.”

Finally, he finds the room, closing the door behind him and pushing heavy furniture in front of it for more time to stall. “We’ll be ok for a little bit here. Let’s look for weapons.”

He started rummaging through drawers, looking for anything strap, blunt, heavy, anything worth using. He was red in the face, sweat drenching his entire body. The only thing running through his mind was keeping you, the most important person in his life, safe.

“Wonwoo, I don’t know if we’re going to find anything. Fuck. I’m so scared right now.”

He recognized the panic in your eyes, the bounce in your step, and the quiver in your voice. “Hey, hey, baby. Look at me.” He grasped your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“I’m here, hmm.” He kissed your closed eyes. “You’re alright.”

Then your tempered cheeks. “We’ll get through this.”

The tip of your nose. “I love you like hell.”

Finally your trembling lips. “I’ll keep you alive.”

“Promise?” You managed to breathe out.

“Scouts honor.”

The banging resonated from outside the locked door, only getting louder and closer every passing second as if teasing you to death. You shook in Wonwoo’s embrace, burying your face in his chest. “I don’t want to die here, baby.”

“You won’t. Not with me.” One arm wrapped around your body, and another had his fingers locked around the base of a lamp, tugging it from the outlet. Pitch darkness joined you, only having to rely on the dim-lit sky through the peek of the windows.

Whomever on the other side cracked through the wood of the door, breaking it piece by piece as it fell to the ground, knocking over the dresser that blocked

“Shit, shit, shit.” Wonwoo pushed you behind him.

Finally, your barrier came down with a final kick, rendering it useless. Wonwoo let out a battle cry, charging at them with the lamp above his head. He swung his weapon while Ghostface swung theirs, both missing simultaneously. Gritting his teeth, Wonwoo pulled forward, aiming for the head.

They crash against the wall in the process, but not without mutilating the midsection of Wonwoo’s stomach. The visually impaired man fell back to the ground, groaning in agony as he clutched his stomach, while blood trickled through his fingers. “Mother fucker...”

Wonwoo’s vision started to fight against him with the loss of his glasses, dimming images before him, and slowly processing the murderous figure trodding before him. Wonwoo’s determination picked him right back up slowly, picking up his lamp once again, trying to take another move toward the perpetrator. And by pure luck, the lamp crashed against the crown of their head.

Ghostface stumbled back, quick to recover but visibly agitated. Soon enough, they plunged the full length of the knife right into Wonwoo’s gut, sticking it deep and long before kicking him off of it. Wonwoo lands on the hardwood, blood gushing out of him like a public water fountain. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Wonwoo!” You come by his side, clutching at his wound desperately. “No, no, no.”

The sinister figure approached once more, hand creeping against the edge before he pulled it over and off his head. His eyes stared back at you both maniacally. His grin stretched from both ends freakishly before overtaking in deep chuckles. “Happy to see me?”

“…C-Chan?” Wonwoo managed to gasp.

“Hi, bestie.” His signature smile, once warm and inviting, reflected horrifyingly as if out of a film, one with too much bloodshed and betrayal to imagine. “Well, didn’t think you’d see me again, huh?”

“Chan, what the fuck?” You screeched.

“You’re supposed to be dead.” Wonwoo voiced panic-stricken. “What, how?”

One foot over the other, Chan carried himself with conviction, ease, and the confidence of a man who slaughtered countless amounts of people.

“You guys don't know how easy it is to fake my death. I was surprised by how incredibly stupid police officers are. Find a body that’s my height, my build, cut off their hands and arms to not get their fingerprints, singe their skin and face to the point of unrecognition, and plant them in your own home. I’m a fucking genius.”

“S-Seungkwan,” Wonwoo wept, his adam’s apple, “You actually—”

“It was beautiful. Masterful.”

“Why?” Wonwoo stammered. “Your best friend—“

“He was an imbecile. Weak. All bark and no bite. You will never understand how good it felt to stick the knife inside him and watch the blood burst off of him like a sprinkler. Like the knife going in and out of him surged power throughout my entire body. So, I kept doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. AND DOING IT.”

His smile. That violating smile.

You sobbed, covering Wonwoo’s wound with your hands. “Y-you monster.”

“This was all just fun for you?” Wonwoo bared his teeth. “You get your kicks from lying, deceiving, stabbing your friends? You think you’re some Billy Loomis?”

“Of course I have fun. I had lots of fun. We had so much fucking fun.”

“We?” Wonwoo repeated.

“What the fuck do you mean we?” You asked horrified.

Chan started to chuckle to himself, chest heaving exuberantly before he stood completely still. Dreadfully still.

“Well, I'm not the one that killed Joshua, am I?”

A million guesses ran through Wonwoo’s brain. None made sense the more he thought about it. “Your Stu Macher? Seokmin…Seungcheol…?”

Your eyes turned to him fearful, before it melted into something else, something familiar. Something terrifying. “No…” your lips drew close to his ear. “Me…”

Your hands squeezed around his wound, gripping, earning his moans of anguish, screaming at you to stop, before you retrieved the knife hidden behind your boot and drove it into his shoulder. Wonwoo let out the loudest scream he could ever muster, feeling the blade sharply cut his nerve whilst pain shot into his chest. He tapped his heel incessantly on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes, looking at you in disbelief, overcome with hurt.

“And he was a good fuck too until the knife I put through his back made him scream like a little bitch.”

You pulled out the knife from him, seeing how the pain he felt in his body only complimented the suffering pooling in his heart, his mind, his soul. His lips quivered in your direction, sucking in his breath. “Y/n…Why?”

You simply shrugged. “Why does anyone kill these days? They’re bored, daddy. Same reason why things can change in the bedroom, to spice things up. The flavor of life is murder now, darling.”

“You’re killing people.”

You drove the knife one more time into his thigh, savoring his scream of agony. “And we’re more alive than we ever have been,” you said, twisting the knife before pulling it out.

You walked toward Chan, helping him pull off his robe. “And so is our sex life.”

“So, Junhui, Soonyoung…Joshua, and even Seungkwan.” Wonwoo asked, catching his breath.

“Every. single. one,” You chuckled. “Draining their cum out of like having a second puberty until life is literally drained out of their bodies. What a bunch of pussy boys. So obsessed with sex, they didn’t see the knife coming their way.”

Your hand reached for the ottoman and pushed Chan there to be seated, underdressed in the black tank top and black jeans he hid underneath with his momentarily abandoned bloody knife at his side. You unbuckled his pants single-handedly, your knife still in your other hand. “And Chan just gets so fucking hard with all the bloodshed. Like a bloodthirsty animal.”

“You just look so fucking sexy with blood on your hands,” Chan moaned, “Touch me how I like it, baby.”

“Mmh, my pleasure.” Your hand used the blood covering it as a morbid form of lube, closing around the girth of his cock to squeeze and lightly stroking it from base to tip, softly thumbing over the small slit on top.

His stomach flexed, bucking his hips in your direction as he bit down on his bottom lip, beaming like a child on Christmas. Horny for your touch, Chan couldn’t help but squirm in his seat, warning up to your touch. He was absolutely growing at a rapid pace. “Like that baby, like that.”

“That feel good, daddy? You like how the blood is covering your entire cock? Seokmin’s blood, Minghao’s blood, Seungcheol’s blood? Wonwoo’s blood?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

“You two,” Wonwoo’s shock couldn’t stagger from the scene in front of him, unable to process all this information at once.

“You’re massaging our friends into my cock so good, baby.”

“Yeah?” You traced your fingers over the details of his shaft, your nails prodding at the veins as your hand slowly picked up pace. You rolled him in your fist, letting him rut in your defiled hand as he moaned your name like an animal in heat. “I’m getting so wet watching fuck in my hand covered in blood. You’re just a sick lunatic obsessed with killing your friends and fucking my sweet pussy. I love that about you, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he screamed, hands gripping the ottoman in restraint, brimming with passion, “Wanna mix Wonwoo’s cum you kept inside you with the blood. Sit that sweet pussy on my cock for me, lover.”

You nodded invitingly, not missing a beat. You never did replace the underwear from before, making it easy to remove your shorts and sliding him inside your warm walls, massaging his length as you rolled your hips against his. You held the knife you still had in a death grip, stabling against the reliability of Chan’s shoulders. You mumble his name pleased, arching your back as you grinded down on his lap. “Your cock feels so good covered in blood, daddy.”

“Your pussy feels even better knowing how much fun you had stabbing Wonwoo for me.”

“Of course, daddy.” You turned to the body mutilated and defenseless on the ground, grinning as Wonwoo was forced to watch. “That look good, Daddy Wonwoo?” Your ass bounced purposely in Chan’s lap, the jiggle showing off the splatter of blood left from the handjob.

Everything in Wonwoo told him to look away but he couldn’t, like a train wreck or a car crash, he couldn’t part with the mess of a situation he was witnessing. He wasn't sure what this meant for him, mentally nor physically.

“You like watching Chan fuck me, Daddy? His bloody dirty cock fucking me like you did a hour ago, fucking me like a nasty little whore.”

He hissed through his teeth, right the strange feeling surging in his pain-stricken body, “Shut…the fuck up.”

You laughed obnoxiously. “You love it. You love being a little cuck, watching other guys fuck my pussy. As if you hadn’t peeped on me and Chan fucking when he wasn’t ‘dead’.”

“It’s not true, you bitch.” The twitch in his trousers told him otherwise.

“You’re such a liar a dirty, dirty liar like I’m a dirty, dirty fucking whore.” You groaned loudly taking Chan’s cock, bouncing against his lap as you felt him pulse around your walls.

“That’s right baby take my cock.” Chan’s hand came over your bare cheeks, striking them with his full palms while his hips jerked up your body. “Taking the murder fueled, hard fucking cock.”

“Daddy, your cock is making me so fucking wet, stretching my pussy the way you sliced open our friends,” You growled.

“Fuck you’re such a little succubus, baby. Bouncing on my cock, coating yourself in blood. And I’ll kill more and more for you. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Yeah,” You began slowing your pace, drinking in his every word. “You’d do anything for me?”

“I’d kill the entire human population for you.”

That left you smiling from ear to ear, the tension coiling in your stomach. Your chest pressed against his, pushing against his thrusts. “Yeah? Would you cum in me, Daddy? Mix our dirty mess inside me. Let me take your cum, daddy.”

“I’ll let you drain me of every drop, my little psychopath.”

“Cum daddy cum, make me full and breed me with our homicidal baby daddy. Make you a real daddy.”

Chan shuddered, overwhelmed with immense arousal. His hips found life of their own, hammering into you at top speed, and watching the pleasure morph on your face and the staccato rhythm of your breath leave your lips, all while the load threatened to burst out of his sack. “I’m cumming, baby, all for you, ah—“ then it exploded inside you. His cum launched out of his cock like a hose, he painted your wall in milky white, turning pink as it seeped out of you.

“I’m so close, daddy…”

Chan threw his head back to catch his breath, hands possessively finding purchases on your hips. “That’s it, baby. cum for daddy.”

“I’m cuming daddy, I’m—“ You gripped your knife, taking Chan’s abandoned one before plunging both in his head. His smile dropped, a small and weak, “baby” leaving his sweet lips before spitting up blood on your chest and he fell limp.

You didn’t stop, however, given the fact that your orgasm had just arrived the mere second Chan tasted metal in his mouth. Your moans could’ve been mistaken for anguish if not for the smile on your savage face. “I’m cumming all over your cock, Daddy, fuck! You’re so good to me, you do so much for me. I love you so much. Hitting my spot even in death.”

The wave of climax finally started to fade, unlike your smile, wretched and demonic. “Thank you for your sacrifice, Daddy. I’ll miss you so much.” You kissed deceased Chan’s lips, coming down from him, and fixing his pants before fixing his pants before pulling your shorts back on your body.

“Y/n…what the fuck?”

Watching you pull the knives out of Chan’s head, Wonwoo's expression was a mix of confusion and horror, struggling to back away as you approached him calmly, almost serenely.

“Chan has served his purpose,” You answered plainly as if obvious. “It was his time.”

“You did that, all that, with him, and you MURDER HIM? Your partner in sick, sick psychotic crime?”

“I told you spice was necessary, plus I’ve grown rather fond of you.” You bent down to his level, eyes noticeably just a deep pit of disparity. “I couldn’t let him kill you, so I beat him to it. Good thing too, because that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

Wonwoo whimpered under your touch—well, the knife’s touch—as the tip of it dragged over his jaw, drawing out a shudder. “Y-you’re letting me live?”

Your smile. That damned smile. You and Chan were mere reflections of each other. How had he not seen this sick image sooner?

“As long as it's with me, because you love me right? That’s what you said. You’ll always love me and keep me alive. You promised.”

You pressed the blade against his neck, “You’re cold-blooded. Fucking your dead friend’s girlfriend, leaving your other friends to die to save me, and taking on a mass murderer just for me.” Your other hand caressed over his face. “That’s hard fucking core, baby. I love that so much. You really love and want me. Well, I want you just as bad.”

“Like you wanted Chan?”

You scoffed, using the knife to point at the abandoned soulless body on the ground. “Chan was disposable. He was already fucked up in the brain. I can nurture you, let you prove you’re that you’re mine and only mine. Then I’d have no reason to kill you. Not at all…say you’ll be with me forever.”

“…yes, sweetie. O-of course I will.”

You sighed a breath of relief, your harmless hand coming over to stroke over the stray hairs on his head. “That’s my daddy. My one and only. We can be the finals. Together. Only us—”

“Hello! Wonwoo! Y/n!” Miraculously, Seungcheol found their way to you, barely alive it sounds like.

Rage filled your eyes. “Holy fuck how is he still alive,” you mumbled under your breath. “I’ll take care of him.”

You held the knife to your side, standing by the door and away from its open view. “Cheol! In here! We caught the killer!”

Seungcheol managed to find the defaced door, peeking through the rubble to see a disheveled Wonwoo, panting and close to death. “Wonwoo!”

“Cheol…” Wonwoo grunted.

“Hang in there, buddy. I’ve got you.”

“To…your…right.”

You glared at Wonwoo, betrayal in your eyes before launching yourself at the hero, who hardly had a scratch on their body. Seungcheol, taking his friend's warning in consideration, built up a wall of defense. His eyes caught you just in time and held up your arms, pinning you against a wall. His eyes finally registered on your face, and his grip on you only tightened. “Y/n, you evil little bitch.”

You chuckled tauntingly, struggling against his weight and strength. “Hi, Cheol. I know you always wanted to stick something in me, mind letting me do it first?”

“You—wow, you’re actually mentally deranged.”

“You don’t like that? Maybe my knife through your skull can change your mind.”

He kicked you in the groin, having you plummet to your knees, cusses streaming out of you like a river. “You pussy. Ass. Bitch.”

“Seungcheol,” Wonwoo groaned, painfully cheering him on.

You managed to kick Seungcheol down in your distress, crawling on top of him to gain leverage. “I know you liked to be topped.”

You held the knife, hands wrapped tightly around the handle before striking. Meanwhile, Seungcheol’s hands were wrapped around your wrists, the tip of the knife tickling his nose. Sweat beaded against his forehead, struggling harder than he thought he would as you smiled still.

“This would be a lot sexier if you let me run my knife inside you, baby.”

“Fuck you and your demented punk ass,” he grunted.

“I would if you’d just FUCKING DIE!”

A gunshot follows soon after and the blood gushed from your neck, pouring from both ends and falling lifelessly against Seungcheol, who let out a shrill scream.

“I found a gun,” Seokmin proclaimed weakly from the door before fainting to the ground.

Seungcheol rolled your body off of him, sick to his stomach. “Sick crazy bitch.”

He looked towards his friend who remained helpless his entire journey before his eyes got caught on the dead body he only realized now. “Is that…”

“Yeah,” Wonwoo whispered.

“And they…”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, dude.”

Seungcheol went around to pick up Seokmin from the ground, grabbing the gun. Meanwhile, Wonwoo’s eyes lingered over your body, in disbelief it was alive a mere second ago, then he saw something strange, causing his eyes to fly open. “Cheol behind you!”

Another gunshot. Right between your eyes and your body that stood for hardly a second longer than it should’ve—of course with the knife still in your hand—fell right back on the ground.

“They always come back,” Wonwoo quoted.

Seungcheol let out a deep exhale, loosening his grip around the gun. “And aim for the head.”

“Sorry about your house.”

“…sorry about your girlfriend.”

“Me too.”

post reading a/n: always like me to insert chan into anything fr. i have no excuses

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w.c. total: 6500+ (whew)

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feixiao gang goes ghost hunting! w.c. ~1330

content: jiaoqiu is the designated scaredy cat(sorry jiaoqiu it had to be someone), feixiao being awesome as always, moze wants to go home, they are breaking into your house

“o’ wondrous general, you must lead the way and charge first!”

“hey! don’t push me!”

“c’mon, just go in already…”

“moze, heeeeeeelp meeee–aaAaaAaah!”

“...”

the dead of night stirs awake, no thanks to a lively bunch of bright-eyed no-namers, hoping to eternalise themselves in the tabloids (moze does not wish to be associated, he is just tagging along).

despite their spiritual powers, business for this ghost-hunting squad has been dreadful. ever since the formation of the ghostbusters hunters, they have accumulated a whopping number of one hungry dog, one angry landlord, and one confused grandma on their doorstep. that is to say, they have had no customers at all.

if they don’t hit the jackpot tonight, they will, as feixiao exaggeratedly puts it, die.

“okay!” feixiao huffs, keeping jiaoqiu at arm’s distance. jiaoqiu lifts an irritated eyebrow, dismissing the hand that feixiao shoved in his face. “first, we must equip some weapons.” with a click of her fingers, moze begrudgingly reveals himself from the shadows.

a strange bag announces itself with a loud thump when moze throws it down. jiaoqiu holds his head with his hands, mouth gaping open, “hey, be careful!” he rushes down to his knees and cradles the device like a newborn. “this is my portable hotpot cooker!”

feixiao waves her hand. “why do we need that to hunt ghosts? are you gonna eat them?”

jiaoqiu grins.

“feixiao, you are literally holding a gun in your hand.” moze grunts, picking up the only sensible item: a flashlight imbued with a light that reveals all.

they were certainly prepared to tackle the dangers of their first ever ghost-hunting mission.

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feixiao punches a window with devastating force, shattering glass as easily as her swatting a bug. moze tips his hood down in shame as he watches the two foxians struggle inside the makeshift entrance.

they successfully infiltrate enemy territory. gulping, feixiao instructs, “moze. flashlight.”

plumes of darkness which obscured, dissipates its shadowy tendrils, tucking into even darker corners. the flashlight illuminates a safe beacon within the room, washing relief into jiaoqiu. “that’s more like it– um, what is that?”

“what is... ” —feixiao turns towards jiaoqiu’s direction. the two are frozen solid— “what… ”

in a corner, the contour of a steep shadow. it squeaks like a frightened mouse, belying its daunting aura. it flees out the door.

“the mission is already starting, huh?” feixiao cocks her gun ready, bloodthirsty. “let’s go, ghost hunters.”

the three nod in unison, finally agreeing for once. they follow the trail, quick on their feet to catch the prize. jiaoqiu points towards a slamming door. “there!”

the gang rushes towards it with jiaoqiu taking the lead. with haste, he aggressively rips the door open.

an elephant sits on the toilet, shaking. jiaoqiu slowly closes the door. "i am so sorry."

“behind us,” moze indicates, pointing behind them. in the kitchen, a fridge light gleams white, confessing to a tall silhouette which stood hunched before it.

the three tiptoes closer. the silhouette stops, ears perking. in their hands, a pile of… indistinguishable meat…

“z-zzz-z-zom-m-b-bie…!” jiaoqiu trembles. he steps back, but is unfortunately interrupted as his back collides with a soft obstacle. he turns around– “llll-ll-lion??!”

laying on the floor, a talking lion (impressive) scratches its nose with its paw, yawning. “if you guys are gonna break in, at least do a decent job of it.”

“what’s all this noise?” the intrusive voice, disguised innocently, reeks of a disturbing intention to kill—according to jiaoqiu’s narration. thunderous stomps strike upon the floorboards. there is no mistaking the behemoth in front of them: a mythical dragon towers over them. “who are you?”

jiaoqiu yelps as if pricked by a million needles. he latches onto moze’s back. “we’re dead!”

…yet, when perilous flames of ye all-mighty scorch the weak of their will, a hero arises from the ashes to reignite a hearth that once blazed a hope so lustrous.

she, who braves the inferno, shall relinquish herself as a mere plaything of fate to save her people.

and sever her humanity she shall; render her bones brittle if thou must. forswear the tangible vessel that shackles thy to a fragile mortality, to ascend as the hideous terror of gods.

“finally, a real challenge.” the hero forgoes her firearm, cracking her knuckles. she wields her bare fists in front of the apathetic dragon, a worthy challenger. an assertive grin spans her face. “an opponent strong enough to evaluate the effectiveness of my training!”

the hero is none other than feixiao, the esteemed leader of the ghost hunters!

“seriously?! you muscle-headed freak!! moze, capture her!”

with jiaoqiu riding moze’s back, and a deflated feixiao under his arm, the ghost hunter squad dashes off, abandoning their pride at the door.

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“crap.” you stare wide-eyed at the broken window. never in a million years did you think someone would have balls heavy enough to venture into xianzhou’s infamous haunted house.

about to enter inside, the door bursts open before you could touch the handle. you jump out of the way of the intruders, who were two foxians now laying on the ground. following closely, a third man walks out the door, surprised to meet your eyes. “oh, are you the owner…?”

“yes…” you stare back, baffled. “did you guys break my window?”

he glances at the foxian pair and embarrassment flushes his cheeks. the purple man groans, rubbing his neck. “i deeply apologise,” he bows his head. “let me know how much you need for compensation(please don’t take us to court) and i'll pass it onto those two-”

“hey!” the pink foxian shoves himself into the conversation, wrapping an arm around the purple man’s shoulder. “we’re a three, right? us three will pay for it!” he wriggles his eyebrows.

“ah, reinforcements have arrived.” the white-haired foxian marches towards you, patting your shoulder. you raise a confused eyebrow. “be careful, this mission is seriously sss-grade difficulty.”

you watch the sweat pour down feixiao’s forehead. her legs wobble dramatically, as if the tremors of an earthquake have struck her. “are your knees okay?” you ask.

“don’t worry, these are the results of my workout.”

jiaoqiu sarcastically interjects, “is pissing your pants a workout now?”

the white-haired foxian clears her throat, ignoring the other. “let me introduce you to the gang: i’m feixiao, this is jiaoqiu, and moze. nice to meet you, fellow hunter.”

“they’re not a ghostbust– i mean, hunter; they’re the owner of this property,” moze explains, pointing a thumb at you.

you nod, arms crossed. “anyways, i kinda need you guys to pay for my window. it’s a lot of money, y’know.”

feixiao gauges you. eyebrows creasing, teal eyes piercing. she hopes that her intimidation will knock a few zeroes off the price. “how much?”

“let’s see… not only a broken window, but trespassing is a crime too.” you tap your chin. “how 'bout a million?” unfortunately, her tactic is ineffective.

feixiao’s eyes pop open, her soul almost skipping to the afterlife. “one million?!” your attack deals a devastating blow; truly, this mission is of sss-grade difficulty. despite her strength, money is the one weakness that hero feixiao cannot defeat. her eyes frantically shake, shoving a disorganised jiaoqiu in front of her. “i’ll sell him off, he’s very useful! good at cooking!”

jiaoqiu’s eyes brighten at the mention of cooking. “hmm… i propose hotpot, a most nutritious and filling meal. i can boil some homemade broth, perhaps a mala and tomato base, and cook some mild, oily dishes to accompany the spiciness—no coriander. by the way, i’m not a chef or anything i swear i’m a healer.”

although they literally broke into your house, they seem to be an honest-to-good bunch. if anything, you are impressed they haven’t passed away from shock, considering the eerie residents that nest in your home. besides, hotpot sounds pretty good. “okay, but you guys are paying for all the food! plus my window, of course.”

moze smiles at you. “thank you"

you smile back. a hotpot party, huh? hopefully, they don’t mind the extra spooky guests…

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2. dragon's tail w.c. ~920

content: dh's tail being sensitive bc it's that time of the year

it must’ve been the 1987469th time you’ve knocked on dan heng’s door.

whatever possessed you to believe this time around would be different, is met with disappointing results as usual.

it is time to adopt another strategy.

you knock again. “dan heng?”

nothing.

“high elder mk2000?”

nothing.

“cold dragon you— woah!” something heavy cuffs onto your wrist through the slight gap of the door, pulling you into shadows.

dan heng’s room is unusually dim. in the dark space, the light of a lamp is the only comfortable shelter your eyes could return to. with its help, you find a faint silhouette on the bed—a tall lump under a blanket. that is when you notice it was dan heng’s tail that dragged you in.

you plop onto the bed. from under the blanket, dan heng peeks at you. “...! how did you get in?”

you hold up your wrist, revealing the culprit. his tail uncurls and tickles your nose.

“it has become restless these days. don’t worry, you can leave me alone for some time.”

“but your tail is all over me-mmphfff!” the end of dan heng’s tail brushes over your mouth, cutting your words short.

his tail flops around like a fish in your lap. “ignore it,” he says, as if it's the easiest thing in the world.

“i just got here though...” feeling mischievous, you poke his tail and it twitches. you are rattled by how sensitive it is.

dan heng scoots over, shuffling away timidly. you observe how he keeps pulling on the legs of his trousers.

shuffle shuffle.

... sliiiiiide.

when he turns his head to look at you, you manage to be even closer than before. a complete opposite of his intentions. "?!"

“it wasn’t me.” you gesture at his tail which is wrapped around your shoulder, like an old friend.

dan heng sighs. “i apologise. i do not mean to avoid you.”

“it’s fine,” you reassure, sitting criss-crossed on his bed. “take your time.”

your words manage to wring a smile out of dan heng’s blank face. he clears his throat. “however, do you really have to keep doing that?”

“doing what?”

he indicates towards your hand which is furiously stroking the soft underside of his tail. you are moments away from collapsing into it and plunging into a sweet dream. his tail seems to like it too, swaying side-to-side.

nevertheless, you stop. “sorry. it’s a force of habit.”

yet, his tail directs your hand back, requesting that you continue. you look at dan heng who rubs his forehead. they say that a dragon’s tail also represents it’s heart...

you clasp your hands together. “if you don’t like it, i won’t do anything.”

like a spoiled kid, the tail thrashes up and down. dan heng’s eyes shoot open, as startled as you are. oh boy.

the powerful appendage swirls forceful winds, conjuring a storm in a frenzied rage, a volatile disaster. you have to duck your head to avoid a deadly swing, and swat away a vigorous jab coming for your stomach. "ack!"

dan heng attempts to curb his wild tail, securing it with his hands. "down!"

that one word traps the tail under a spell. with its freedom torn, the end of the tail slithers back and forth, as if dejected.

“... can i still pet it?”

“no,” dan heng promptly shuts you down. your head lowers in disappointment. “don’t spoil it.”

“but it's turning red. should it be doing that?”

dan heng shoos you. “just leave for a bit. it will calm down eventually.”

“you’re sure?”

dan heng nods.

“i was talking to your tail.”

dan heng sighs. “please. just for a few minutes.”

you shrug your shoulders, getting off his bed. “if you say so—uh?”

you swear you were standing up a few seconds ago. how did the door turn into the ceiling?

you get up again, and it’s like deja vu when you blink. nice to meet you again, ceiling. how have you been since the last few seconds that passed? you have a clue on who the criminal is.

“about me leaving,” you tug at the tail manacled around your waist. with how strong the grip is, you might be chained to dan heng's room for eternity. “you’re really sure?”

no response. dan heng’s back faces you, a wall that separates. despite being in the same space, he seems to exist in another plane.

you sit up. “dan heng?”

another stifling silence passes. it is unnaturally uncomfortable, like shuffling into a recluse corner in an empty room. and when there’s nothing for your ears to hone in on, you can only examine with your eyes for hints. he’s tugging at his trousers again.

moving closer to inspect, hesitant, you brush his hair behind his ear. they are burning bright red. skin searing hot. “you’re burning up?”

dan heng rubs his arm. “it’s…” he starts, “could you stay for a bit longer?"

in the months that you have gotten to know dan heng, this is a rare moment that shines golden. “you’re sure?”

“i’m sure this time.”

although he prefers to keep to himself, you appreciate when he does decide to rely on you. you quickly clamp your mouth shut to stop a smile from spreading.

his tail shudders, excited. gradually, it glides across your leg, searching, as if hunting for treasure.

“... do you need help?” you tease.

“what?”

you point at dan heng’s tail. “i think it’s trying to get in my pants.”

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3. taste of flesh w.c. ~750

content: blade is jus a zombie cat who doesn't wanna hurt you, also why is this kinda angsty

what’s with the ominous cardboard box in your house?

approaching it, you find a sleepy blade hiding in the isolated space, much too tiny for his size. he gazes up at you, reminding you more of a cat rather than a zombie. “...?”

“what are you doing here?” you ruffle his hair, petting him and scratching his chin. he leans into your touch, eyes shut, almost dozing off again in your hand. “let’s wake up now, hm?”

when your warm fingers leave him, the cold air that manifests reminds him of what he was trying to avoid. to your disappointment, blade hunches over again, burying himself into the box. whatever is concerning him must be pretty significant.

“what’s up?” you crouch down, frowning. “aren’t you hungry?”

“... no,” blade replies, his voice muffled.

a stomach suddenly growls.

as demonstrated, zombies aren't good liars, especially when it concerns their hunger. blade follows true to this formula. he loves meat, though you worry about the blood pouring from the almost-rawness he indulges in.

you piece the puzzle together. meat. blade loves meat… blade. blade is a zombie… zombie? zombies eat…

“do i need to kill someon–”

“no,” blade catches on. “it’s nothing…” he seems to be gnawing at something.

“nonsense,” you reject his disregard for himself, scowling. you pull at his wrist but immediately stop at the sight of indents on his arm. bite marks. “blade... don’t hurt yourself. if you need something, please tell me.”

blade wouldn’t say it, but you had a feeling.

you bet your unwavering trust in him. “do you want to try mine? not sure if i’m tasty, but it’s something.” slowly, you trace along your neck, insisting.

blade shivers, starved eyes lingering. the manifestation of his hunger falters from your face to the slope of your neck. “no…”

blade clenches his eyes shut.

it’s all wrong.

fragments of memories flicker.

the pedalling of an ouroboros machinates his body. the threads of life weave his limbs back together, strung his muscles fiber by fiber, and pale, rotted fabric for skin stitched like patchwork. sewed together to amass a destructive creation. poured the cursed golden liquor—the mara—and it branched like neurons into his departed body.

the air freezes. a hollow shadow watches you. it is hard to read his eyes. you cannot trace it and it unnerves you. it’s as if you are meeting him for the first time again.

from the grave he rose. an insatiable hunger in his blackened guts. a hoarse throat that itched. naive prey wandered over to him. then, their body fell.

his hand crawls onto your back, digging his fingers. he leans his weight onto you and your bodies fall, tumbling to the floor.

the moon who awoke when the sun slept; the sea who yearned to walk the earth—he was unnatural. those hideous impulses he submerged deep within his depths, locked away in his body like a tomb. confined it with pure restraint, dashed the key away to seal his horrors.

a thumb feathers over the pulse in your neck.

but in this moment, the forbidden unlocks.

hot breaths sterilise your skin. you shut your eyes.

… nothing comes.

blade’s lips are parted but his teeth do not move. you feel a light suction on your neck, an amateur's kiss, then, the light pelting of his wet tongue over the tender patch of skin. just like a cat. his hand rubs circles on your back. “...sorry.”

“...sorry.”

“sorry.”

blade mumbles a million more apologies, each one wrapped and tied together with a peck, tending to an imaginary wound.

“i’m fine,” you console, “see?” you hold your hands up, urging him to take a proper look at you.

he moves his head, scrutinising you. and blade wouldn’t say it, but his eyes tell it all. there’s an aching in your heart.

you look at the ceiling, glueing and crafting your phrases. you take a deep breath. “... nothing's wrong with you.”

you give a small smile. you have no idea if these are the words he wants to hear—you can't read minds. but it is enough for you if the words can reignite a flame.

the construction of your words were planned for, but it spills out anyways, loose and natural. “go chase the winds, perhaps eat another bowl of rice, or being proud about getting out of bed. you deserve to exist as you are, however you want to, so go do whatever your heart pleases.”

blade doesn’t respond; the silence is what his heart desires. so you let him rest his anxiousness to the soothing lullaby of your pulse, reassuring him that you are alive.

with your encouragement, he becomes the moon and sea, as well as the sun and earth; blade exists. as natural as can be.

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4. triple threat w.c. 853

content: *taps mic* triple jing yuan *cheering*

“drat, i forgot to buy toilet paper for luocha.” you close the cabinet, sighing.

“i know just the solution,” jing yuan’s voice chirps to answer your worries. he sits by the window, chin resting on his hand. his smile perks up, eyes melting from his lifted cheeks, when your eyebrows elevate to declare your interest. “i do this all the time.”

“what do you mean?”

he clicks his fingers, and you’ve seen this before. in an instant, another jing yuan spawns, clipping through your floor like a video game.

you frown. that seems painful. “is he okay?” you walk over to recently birthed jing yuan who wears an irritated expression, a stark contrast to original jing yuan. the hand you offer to him is taken up and you root jing yuan no.2 out of the floor.

however, the hand you offer is swatted away just as quickly. you raise an eyebrow at jing yuan no.2 who rolls his eyes.

your eye twitches. “why is he so mean?” the difference between them is like day and night.

“careful, dear,” original jing yuan wraps his arm around your shoulder. “hmm, i’m not as well rested as i thought. my energy must be low.”

“meaning?”

“to preserve my energy, every new clone seems to inhabit less of my power and is further from the original me. although, their thoughts and memories should remain intact.”

“oh.” you hum, eyeing the other jing yuan. “well. welcome to my haunted house, evil jing yuan.”

evil jing yuan crosses his arms, glaring at you. “what an insulting entrance, to be assisted by…” he looks you up and down. “a human,” he sneers.

“hey, what’s your problem?” you retort.

before you could shed any blood, jing yuan steps in. “there is no need to direct your anger at anyone else but me,” jing yuan replies to his evil counterpart, “i apologise for my mishandling.”

evil jing yuan spits out the foul taste in his mouth, “reducing the aura of my sheer power by delegating me to redundant errands. you are foolish, jing yuan.”

“but aren’t you also jing yuan?” you point out.

he rolls his eyes. “ugh.”

you shrug your shoulders, sighing. “what now?”

jing yuan rubs his chin. “what if i did this?” he clicks his fingers.

you are unimpressed when one more jing yuan climbs through your window–why is everyone attracted to your window these days? the newest jing yuan wears an overenthusiastic smile.

“didn’t you say you have to conserve your energy?” you side-eye jing yuan.

jing yuan whistles innocently. he really would do anything to avoid being productive. within the time this all happened, you are sure someone could’ve dropped into the shop down the street and got some toilet paper.

“yikes,” evil jing yuan’s lips pucker, tasting the sourness of the newbie’s presence.

the happy jing yuan beams, jogging over, “evil jing yuan!(that’s just his name now, you realise) how i’ve missed yooouuu- a-aah!” evil jing yuan pinches happy jing yuan’s cheek.

“do not touch me, vermin.” evil jing yuan spews caustic acid.

“boo, no fun.”

although happy jing yuan adopted jing yuan’s friendliness, you immediately notice the wide discrepancy.

“you’re really energetic.” you identify the exaggerated flaw—it’s like playing spot the difference. this jing yuan had enough vigor to last a whole day, when original jing yuan would be sleeping through 60% of it.

happy jing yuan eyebrow perks at your voice. a glint of recognition shines in his eyes. “oh? wait, i know you.”

“you do?”

“of course! you're jing yuan's favouri–yeowch!” evil jing yuan stomps on happy jing yuan’s foot.

“huh?” you turn to jing yuan, searching for answers. he turns his head to the side, hand covering his mouth. his ears are flushing red. it is a rare sight to see such innocence undermine the confident lion. you can’t help but feel flustered as well.

“ugh, embarrassing.” evil jing yuan’s face contorts, nauseated. “why would you reveal that?” he rolls his eyes again. he must be well-acquainted with the back of his head from how often he rolls those eyes.

happy jing yuan only laughs, scratching his head. “haha. i forgot we are all the same person, haha. sorry, my fellow jing yuans.”

that confession basically spoke for three jing yuans. this information, you didn’t know what to do with it other than wanting to shrivel as you feel their gazes suddenly burn holes into you.

happy jing yuan winks at you, taking your hand in his. “but i'm your favourite, right~?”

“wha-?”

evil jing yuan clears his throat. “as if. clearly, i outshine everyone—even an eyeless shrimp knows that.” he smirks, linking your other arm with his. “come, we shall rule the universe together! hahaha!”

jing yuan hugs you from behind, partaking in the senseless tug of war. “you said one was enough last time,” his voice blew in your ear, “you’re being greedy.”

“please guys, one at a time,” you joke, “i’m literally sandwiched here.” you might have to wrestle your way out.

with no toilet paper, luocha sat in the bathroom for a long time.

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5. the office w.c. ~1168

READ MEEE!!! GUYS there's a part (you will DEFINITELY know which) that is stripped from one of my old wattpad stories, no editing just pure cringe written from ages ago. i died re-reading it and it will kill you too but the idea was funny

“hey, hey,” qingque playfully pokes your arm, rousing you from the clutches of sleep. “wake up, sleepyhead.”

you catch your head before it slips off. “say what now?”

countless feet shuffle in the office, stomping an ominous anthem—a thing of nightmares. your spine shoots up immediately, positioning you in a battle-ready stance prepped for war. fixing your uniform, your armour shines radiantly as you equip your weapon of choice in your hand: a forged doctor’s note in case you are accused of slacking off.

“everyone, i have news,” fu xuan, your supervisor, the master diviner of xianzhou’s divination commission–a very short person–announces, “starting today, a new matrix manager will join us. please offer him your warmest welcomes.”

you rub your disbelieving eyes, wondering if you were still dreaming. “wait a minute.”

the new manager corrects his slanting head.

you inhale a sharp breath. “i forgot to lock the door.”

“hm?” qingque taps on her phone, eyes glued to a game of celestial jade.

“if master fu xuan asks for my whereabouts, tell her i’m in the toilet!”

“where are you–”

the gears in your legs propel you forward, fueled by your adrenaline. slamming the head office door open, you meet the familiar sight, playing pretend in formal divination attire with a silver pair of thin-rimmed glasses sitting on his nose. most prominently, his hair is jet-black instead of golden. overall, a 10/10 disguise. his hands comb through papers with the mastery as he remains deaf to your outburst.

“luocha?”

the flipping of pages responds to you.

you march forward, rasping your knuckles on the desk. knock, knock.

this earns you a stinging glare. “i do not appreciate you making a scene.” luocha(?) finally acknowledges your existence. “you should be at your desk working.”

you place your hands on your hips. “and you, should be at home.”

his eyes wander over to the door, waiting. when nothing more happens, he beckons you with a finger, signalling you to close the distance.

you lift an eyebrow. you tread over, standing in front of him. “here?”

that is when you notice that it wasn't numbers and charts he was reading. in his hands were endless pages upon pages of… pictures of his coffin? that probably explains why the photocopier in the office broke this morning.

luocha grips his heart. “i have infiltrated the enemy’s base today to reclaim what was rightfully mine. oh, how the days were peaceful until tragedy struck.”

“what did you do this time…” you sigh. “are you saying that the divination commission, for whatever reason, has your coffin?”

luocha nods.

you scratch your cheek. the only fear you have is fu xuan snagging you in her talons if she catches you, but you can’t leave luocha alone lest you want to testify to a rampaging elephant. moreover, you were always curious about what lies in the coffin. corpses? treasure? an earphone you lost years ago? maybe this will serve as a good opportunity to finally ask. you come to a decision. “i’ll help. but you’ll go straight home after this.”

“okay!” luocha smiles enthusiastically. you almost fall over from how quick he pulls your hand.

after the agreement, you find yourselves wandering a corridor in search of luocha’s beloved coffin. surprisingly, it didn’t take much time before you both located the "x" on the map. almost like you were mere pawns roaming a chessboard according to a calculated plan. that begs the question: who is the mastermind stringing you along?

entering an empty meeting room, a coffin stands at attention, a lone soldier in the battlefield of fallen papers, pens as spears, and a whiteboard which has endured countless cleavings of ink on its body.

you pat the coffin. “that was easier than i thought.”

“indeed.” luocha grazes his finger along the intricate carvings.

out of the blue, you hear familiar footsteps. your body grows stiff. “someone’s outside…!”

“here.” he shoves you into the coffin and follows suit, secluding you in his arms. you gasp when his leg nudges in between your thighs.

the tiny space doesn’t allow you much freedom apart from staring at luocha’s face and being acutely aware of everything that was happening downstairs. you try not to think about it. try not to think at all.

unbeknownst to you, luocha monitors your everything: how you cast hesitant glances, mumbling hot breath that kisses his cheek. while you are trying to distract yourself, he is entirely focused.

luocha breaks the silence. “... it’s hot in here.”

“???”

the unknown figure is approaching. your heart is playing to the beat of each sinister step.

“shhh, quiet,” luocha says something reasonable this time.

you hold your breath. the rough grumblings of a voice vibrate through the coffin and you can recognise that voice in your sleep. “not here.” fu xuan is hunting for your blood, claws sharp.

her heels turn and click when she is left unsatisfied. the coast is clear and the tension you held in alleviates. you glance at luocha, expecting him to be equally embarrassed.

but you are met with a knowing smirk. something about this feels suspiciously like a book trope.

you clear your throat. “we’re safe now.”

luocha nods. opening the coffin, you both try to untangle your intertwined limbs.

“could you move your right leg?” you ask.

“i’m trying.”

“okay, i’ll just hold onto your arm for a bit…”

“that’s my arse.”

“oops, sorry—!”

you trip on something but luocha safely catches your arm in the nick of time. looking down, you realise that there are a bunch of books spilled on the floor.

you look at luocha who gives a hesitant smile.

in the monotonous pile of words and pages, one clearly stood out. one that you swore to oblivion. you feel your soul claw its way out of the suffocating entrapment of your body, your mouth hung open, not the forbidden collection…

‘secret affairs in the office: uh oh, i’m in love with my boss!’

… shit.

no wonder this situation felt familiar.

——

“Shhh, quiet.”

… I shouldn’t be doing this with my boss.

We're so close that I think we exchange breaths with each other, tangled in this small space of ours. I cringe as he leans into my ear, his black hair falling. “It’s hot in here,” he breathes. The hairs on my neck stand erect.

I face my fears when I glare back at him. He'll be exploring every nook and cranny of my body with the way he stares back, hungrily, on the prowl for my bare skin. His rough hands tug at my shirt.

I smirk. “What are you waiting for then? Undress me.”

——

you wish you didn’t remember that.

“did you like it? i heard the office trope is very popular with humans.”

you lightly thwack luocha’s head with the book, cheeks hot. “what on earth were you thinking?”

“oh, we haven’t done the next part—”

“we are not doing that!” you quickly shut him down. “we’re going home!” and you’ll make sure to burn every single book.

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6. what if w.c. 320

after another day of work, you could not wait to get home soon. you open the door. entering. turning on the lights.

flick.

sighing, you throw your bag off your shoulders, stretching your arms. you want to catch up on sleep, but the stress of tomorrow’s agenda ravages your mind. you hum as you think of what to do next, filling the bars of silence with your melody. dinner, probably.

you head into the kitchen and open the fridge. songlotus cake, puffergoat milk, berrypheasant skewers... why is there so much rice? it's like someone is telling you to eat another bowl or two.

let’s try reading a book. grabbing a cushion and a random book off the shelf, you sit by the coffee table on the floor. you flick through the contents: dragons, zombies, lions, changelings. these old tales, how boring. does anyone actually believe in these superstitions? you yawn.

when you lean back, you accidentally press on the tv remote. the screen is brought to life. "oh..." you turn it off. after all, no one is watching tv. glancing at the clock, you realise it’s already close to bedtime. you should run a bath and get ready to sleep.

making your way over, you almost trip over something. huh? yet, there's nothing on the floor. you shrug your shoulders. you head to your bedroom to find your change of clothes. however, the task is difficult when your room is a complete mess. where did you put your pajamas again?

as if on command, in the corner of your eye, a drawer slide opens. “...what?”

walking over, you find your pajamas in the drawer. you scan the corners of your room.

... it must be the wind. what else could it... be?

after your bath, you lay on your bed, comfortably settled. you stare at the ceiling, slowly counting the seconds until your eyes close.

the house is quiet as usual. peaceful.

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7. hotpot party! w.c. ~1165

“hot!” you fan the congee in your mouth, eyes tearing. dan heng sighs, handing you a napkin. “hot... hotpot… hotpot…?” slowly, the burning congee helps you recover an important memory: “it’s hotpot night!”

“hotpot?” jing yuan turns away from the tv.

“...hot…pot…” blade wakes up.

“h-o-t-p-o-t.” luocha robotically dances.

the bell rings, and you are relieved that it wasn’t the smashing of a window when you greet the ghost-hunters.

“hey!” feixiao gleams, flashing a smile. in her hands are bags of ingredients, you assume, noticing the spring onions sticking out. “we’re here for hotpot!”

“i’ll just borrow your kitchen to heat it up,” jiaoqiu quips.

moze nods at you as you let them enter. but you are too late to warn them when you hear the unison of feixiao and jiaoqiu’s screaming, “g-g-ggg-gg-ggghosts!!!”

“hey, that's rude,” jing yuan says, “after you trespassed into our house too.”

“wait… general?” feixiao points at jing yuan. “weren't you one of the arbiter generals? you’re real? you’re like, one of my biggest idols!”

“uuuhhhh…nooo…” jing yuan averts his eyes, hiding behind luocha. “quick luocha, do something.”

luocha stops chewing on the hair of an agitated blade, concentrating. channelling the strength of his spiritual ancestors to reach new levels of enlightenment, he poofs into a chair (why). blade reaches for his sword.

dan heng weaves through the chaos, finding you at the front door. he leans against the wall, arms crossed. “you didn’t invite more people than this, did you? it’s already so noisy.”

“uuuhhhh... nooo…” you guiltily look away from his interrogating eyes which accuse you. just then, the bell rings again and you open it excitedly. “huohuo! you made it!”

“it’s good to see you again.” huohuo smiles, eyes softening from the rise of her cheeks. by her side are qingque and…

“master fu xuan?!” your heart soars to your throat, astonished by the great, but still short, presence of the master diviner.

“ahaha, sorry,” qingque rubs the back of her head. “the master diviner insisted on coming to check that i wasn’t slacking off.”

fu xuan nods. “qingque said you are hosting a productive meeting on how to strategize for the chartings of ship routes via the jade abacus, and its convergence into predicting future prospects. i have high expectations for your discussions.”

you and qingque stare at each other.

“hmph, what a waste of time,” tail grunts. “mingling with a bunch of peasants, i should get paid for gracing you all with my presence.”

“good to see you too, tail,” you reply. the group head inside.

"hey, hey?!!" you hear more of jiaoqiu’s shouting, "the house will burn down!"

“that’s actually a ghost this time,” jing yuan notes.

suddenly, a wave of heat blasts everyone. “the term ghost," tail roars with the rage of a thousand suns, "cannot be compared to the heliobus race!”

thunder strikes. you gasp.

jing yuan walks to the door, eager. “that must be my friend.” the door opens but no one is there. he gestures towards something in the sky, behind the house. you walk outside, dan heng following shortly.

it is lightning(-wielding thunder-clapping spirit-squashing) lord. they wave at you, magnificent and bright.

“how will lightning lord eat hotpot with us?” dan heng inquires, genuinely confused.

jing yuan waves his hand, dismissing dan heng’s worries. “it’s fine. they're just here for vibes.”

when did old jing yuan learn slang? “oh, okay. if they don’t mind.” you wave with two arms at the giant.

out of the blue, a cold breath trickles down your neck. “hello…”

you are startled, realising someone blue was behind you all this time. her sluggish, bent posture and slow manner of speaking—it reminds you of someone.

“uurk… who invited grandma over??” jing yuan slips behind you.

behind the lethargic “grandma”, another blue person pops out. “good evening, general. and friends.” he greets politely.

you wave your hand. “oh, another friend of jing yuan?”

jing yuan frowns. “how do you not know who he is? he’s our kid.”

“what do you mean ‘our kid’...” you glare at jing yuan, lifting an eyebrow. recounting the numerous stories, you close your eyes in contemplation. “if i remember correctly, you must be yanqing?”

the kid nods, confirming. “thanks for inviting us over.”

you attend to the other blue person. “and this is…”

“jingliu… you made it…” blade is at the front door. he trudges over, wiping the sleep away from his eyes. “why don’t you…come in…”

“thank you… i… love hotpot…” her head bobbles, trailing inside. “thank you… thanks… thank…”

yanqing assists jingliu. “let’s get you inside, grandma.”

you ask, “was that your zombie friend, blade?”

“yes… cool friend…” blade glares at jing yuan.

“what? she tried to kill me once!” jing yuan exclaims.

another roaring claps in the distance. it captures your attention.

what in tarnation…

“my people!” luocha dashes out the door, waving all too happily at the concerning amount of elephants rushing your way, about to bulldoze your house down. where are the elephants even coming from in xianzhou luofu??

you shake luocha’s shoulders as he chants ‘elephants, elephants, elephants!’. “why did you summon a stampede of elephants?! can they even eat hotpot??”

“haha, no idea,” luocha scratches his neck. blade flicks him on the head. luocha dramatically doubles over, holding a hand out at the elephants and under his silent command, they immediately halt. “they’re well-behaved, they mean no harm.”

“uh, i guess this is okay.” you wave at the elephants, their trunks waving back. “how about you dan heng, did you invite anyone over?”

dan heng observes the sky, silent for a moment.

you notice his melancholic expression as he points towards a bright streak slicing across the night like a shooting star “they’re busy travelling the universe.” he smiles. “so they can’t make it today.”

“oh?” these must be the dreams he spoke of. so it was real after all. you wave at the sky, hoping that his friends receive your greeting. “another time, then. we’ll have so many hotpots nights from now on, they are sure to come over for at least one of them.”

his eyes glimmer, the end of his tail wagging.

feixiao calls from inside the house, “hotpot is ready!”

“that’s our cue,” you declare, herding a dragon, zombie, lion, and a changeling all back inside. of course, it is met with difficulty as they try not to tear at each other for bumping shoulders, or when jing yuan craftily pinches some butts and blade pulls out a rifle(thanks for the gift feixiao).

before you join the festivities, you notice a crystal flake falling on your sleeve. frosty winds bite at your body, and you witness how your breath fumes into clouds. looking up at the darkening sky, you admire the white confetti announcing winter’s entrance.

then, you study the scene in your haunted house. it’s hell, and it’s chaotic as usual. you laugh. and like magic, you are warm again.

you close the door.

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some art i scribbled ٩(･ิᴗ･ิ๑)۶

what i imagined for office luocha ( ･ิ ͜ʖ ･ิ) (my apology to luocha fans)

a/n: i wanted to finish writing this way sooner but life amirite guys(ﾉД`) a lot did change from what i originally planned, but! i'm biting the bullet and finally posting this so that i can move onto something new! that one part in luocha's story... save me from the cringe... and no i will not be posting the rest of my wattpad story, that is torture ill be posting an update later abt my next work(hopefully)!!! stay tuned~ thanks for reading! ☆⌒ヽ(*'､^*)

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #blade x reader #dan heng x reader #jing yuan x reader #luocha x reader #how is it already close to christmas #my braain melttinggg #uuhghunscunvrirmeji49jinjvbtr

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 6 months ago

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31. Costume- Loki (SFW-ish)

I hope you all have enjoyed this Kinktober project!! Stay safe!

Happy Halloween!!

I found this costume which can be worn by any gender 😉 and if you think I’m wrong, imagine your favorite character wearing this fit <3

-Loki was enjoying himself at the Halloween party, dressed as a devil, grinning brightly as he saw everyone having fun- enjoying the rare moment where nobody was fighting and just enjoying the moment.

-The only thing missing was you, his darling lover- he wanted you to hurry up and appear as he wanted to know your costume- as you refused to tell him!!

-Buddha put his fingers in his mouth and let out a wolf whistle and Loki turned, wondering who showed up only to turn pure white, seeing you walking in dressed as a very sexy maid, a band stretched across your chest, hiding your nipples but not much else and your legs covered in thigh high boots.

-You beamed brightly, feeling only a bit embarrassed but you were having fun as well, it wasn’t often you got to dress like this and be out in public at the same time.

-Like he teleported- Loki was instantly by your side, his arms wrapped around from the side as he bared his fangs like a feral dog, a deep growl leaving him, causing those who had surrounded you, wanting a ‘closer look’ at your costume, making them disperse while they laughed, seeing Loki being so territorial over you.

-You grinned brightly, enjoying the reaction as he turned to you, his eyes red as he seemed to be glaring darkly, “What. Are. You. Wearing?!” you smiled up at him, knowing full well you were poking the bear, but you were enjoying yourself, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing ‘innocent’, “My costume~ don’t you like it?”

-You felt his hands on your hips twitching and he looked like he was about to combust, trying to keep his eyes on your face as you smooshed your chest into his, making the band stretch just a bit more.

-He went to say something, but you pulled back, seeing the dessert table, “Sweets!” and you turned from him, showing him the backside of your costume.

-Steam rose from Loki’s head as he short-circuited, unable to move or even blink as you went to the dessert table, sampling a couple of desserts. Buddha came over, grinning at you, seeing what you had done to Loki, “Hey Y/N- is he breathing?” you turned, seeing Loki’s soul leaving his body which made you squeak softly, “Ooh dear- maybe it was a bit too much.”

-Buddha just laughed, thinking it was funny before you headed back over to Loki, wrapping your arms around his neck again to wake him up, but as soon as you touched him, his eyes were glowing red as he quickly had you over his shoulder and ran out, while Buddha and several others whistled and cheered.

-You pouted lightly, not getting to enjoy the party more, but at least you got to have some sweets, and you got the reaction you wanted out of Loki.

-Hopefully he’s quick to enjoy himself before No-Nut November starts at midnight~~

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror loki #ror buddha #kinktober

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labyrinthofsphinx · 6 months ago

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Masterpost for Murder Husbands Partners AU Comics

Just a side note: these are in narrative order, as in the order you read them, not timeline order. There's quite a few flashbacks here and there, in between the present storyline! Warning: Comics are 18+ in general, as things can get spooky and murdery at any time. Similar warnings as Hazbin Hotel proper. Also, I apologize about the early art X)

Murder Husbands Partners->Murder Husbands Partners cont.

Kitchen Nightmares

Interrogation: Part I, Part II

Shaping up and Shipping Out: Part I, Part II, Part III

Cats, Dogs, and Wild Things: Part I, Part II, Part III

Something Wicked This Way Comes: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V

(Never) Let Me Go: Part I and Part II

Homecoming: Part I , Part II , Part III, Epilogue

And some shenanigans and lore bits from asks in no particular order: Val and Vox , Vox and Vel, The Perfect Date, Now In Color, Movie Time, Vox's non-coping strategies , Just keep smiling, Aunt Edith (1, 2), Drunk Alastor (1, 2, 3, 4), Drunk Vox (1), Drunk Vox and Al (1), Tickle Time, Mimzy, Tacitus (1, 2), Bodies, Vox's nightmares, Al's nightmares, Drift's nightmares(?), Al's favorite flavor (1, 2, 3, 4), Kids Again, At-Home Care, Al's birthday surprise, Vox's Christmas Party, Fireflies, The Cult of Vox, The Bird, Don't Touch My Things (1, 2, 3, 4, 5), Don't Mention that (1, 2) 'Safe'

Season specials: The Halloween special (1, 2), The Christmas special (1,2)

Non-canon shenanigans: AU meets Canon (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 (happy new years!), 13, 14, 15, 16, 17 (Happy Birthday, Angel!)

The most comprehensive and hilarious catalogue of all the comics and asks by @ruleroftheimps ->Here!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel comic #masterpost #radiosilence #radiostatic #one sided radiostatic #staticradio #staticlovetune #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel human au #human vox #human alastor #voxal #vox x alastor #Murder Partners AU

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fastboatsmojito · 6 months ago

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🕸️𖤐 Promptober Day Six - Knife Kink 𖤐🕸️

| a/n; switched around a few days on the schedule because this has been marinating since September and driving me crazy <3

Promptober schedule here!

| cw; 18+ smut btc, please please be safe, this is fiction!!! Knife play obviously, only Halloween-y because of the weather, afab! Gn reader, degradation, Scott being mean and nasty, a little dacryphilia, a splash of hair pulling, size kink if you squint, slapping (once), he talks to you like a bad dog for a second my fault, no mention of condoms - b safe !! Matching each others FREAK

| wc; 1,666 <3

He’s doing it again, pulling the folding knife out of its meticulous place in his pocket and sliding it open in the seat next to you. He never used it unless he had to but you saw it often enough for it to make your head spin, and without fail anytime it was out your eyes were glued to it.

To his fingers gripping the handle with more care than was usual for him, it was hard to look away when that attentive, analytical side of him came out.

This time simply for the invisible-to-anyone-that-isn’t-a-clean-freak string attached to the hem of his shirt, cutting it off quick and clean as you stared, eyes locked on the silver tucked between his fingers.

He looked up at you as you dazed, low voice finally emerging you out of your brain.

“Why do you do that?” He asked simply, watching you blankly as you froze.

“Do what?” You weren’t completely sure what he was asking, blindly hoping that the way his hand slightly twitched around the knife in his grasp wasn’t a sign he could suddenly read your mind and every filthy thought encompassing it.

“Stare at me like that every time I use this.” He’s carefully pointing the blade at you now, eyes following it before landing back on your own. He doesn’t sound mad but he might as well be the way you’re shifting in your seat like he’s scolding you.

“I don’t-“ You shake your head, scrambling to find the words that just won’t come out, he’s being frustratingly direct and it’s only adding to the familiar ache you tend to feel around him.

“Don’t lie. Just answer the question.”

“I just, um-“ Your eyes moved to your hands as you spoke, the eye contact suddenly too intense to handle.

“I think it’s kinda hot- when you use it.” Your words were pressed against each other, coming out just above a whisper as you anxiously tapped your fingers against your thigh.

“Use…” You sighed as he pushed you to say exactly what you meant, your face heating up at his suggestive tone.

“Your knife.” You look up only after you say it, subconsciously pressing your thighs together as he examined your every reaction, pausing even the movement of his jaw to observe your own.

His hand still holding the knife paired with his stern voice and intense stare was quickly turning you into a puddle, and it wasn’t not obvious.

“Right.” He nodded simply, gauging your reaction. Everything seemingly frozen in time resumed, the stationary gum in his mouth back to keeping him focused, his fingers pushing the knife closed before shoving it back into his pocket.

For a second you were scared he thought it was gross, shamefully watching as he opened his car door to get out. Half expecting him to call you a fucking freak, and he usually would, but you figured he was either into it as much as you were or uncharacteristically sparing your feelings to use it against you later.

He sighed at your uncomforted expression and leaned over to unbuckle your seatbelt before getting out and walking over to open your door.

“Come on.” He tilted his head towards the motel rooms just behind him, reassuringly placing a hand on the back of your neck as he guided you into his room.

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It wasn’t long before you were on the bed under him as he sat on his knees between your open legs, gasping when he flicked the knife open and rested it just under the hem of your underwear.

The quiet pattering of the rain against the windows and the lull of your shared heartbeats kept you just grounded enough to not slip all the way into your head.

Into the steady chill outside that was cut off by the door, and brought back in again through the cool blade lying on your skin. Into the comfort in knowing that you were safe even with the unavoidable threat of something so sharp against something so fragile.

It felt suffocating in the same way your head gets fuzzy when you go just a few seconds too long underwater, an agonizing instinct to pull yourself back up and a louder, sharper, sicker need to see how long you can stay under.

“I won’t hurt you on purpose but you have to be still, okay?” Your eyes were stuck on the smooth silver, humming when his other hand moved to the nape of your neck, pulling your hair just enough to bring your now tear-brimmed eyes back to him.

“I mean it. Don’t need you bleeding out all over the bed, got it?” You nodded until the hand still gripping your hair tightened.

“I got it, I trust you.” You both knew you meant it, you’d be scared if anyone else held your life in their hands like this but this is Scotty - a nickname he’d only ever let leave your mouth - he was always so precise and observant, you knew you had no real reason to be worried.

“I know.” The hand behind your head suddenly soothing, the dull side of the knife slowly dragging down your leg as he leaned in to kiss you. It was soft, sweet, everything you knew he wasn’t about to be and you basked in it, always savoring every second of sweetness he spared before giving you what you really wanted - what you needed.

You whined when he pulled away anyway, desperation falling over you as he took his time, hand behind your head moving down to your hip to keep you still as he moved the tip of the knife to your inner thigh.

You weren’t sure exactly what he was about to do but even in the low lit room you could see the faintest smile on his face. Every move he made felt calculated, like he’d planned every second of it in his head days before.

He gripped your waist tighter before he tipped the knife down so the width of it was just against the wet spot on the fabric between your legs, closely watching the way your mouth fell open at the sudden cold.

The silver gift you got for him - that he swore he wouldn’t wear out of the house - fell out from his black undershirt, glistening against his neck. Your hands moved from the bed either side of you to appreciate the jewelry you knew he’d look good in - he wasn’t always great at talking about how he felt but he knew just well enough how to show it.

He carefully brought the knife away from you and lightly trailed it all the way up your body, over every part of you it could reach, finally drawing over your collarbone before slowly creeping back down again.

You lost count of just how many times he’d done it - you couldn’t possibly be wetter and he couldn’t possibly care less - admiring the soft pleas falling from your mouth, knife-less hand now on the side of your face as his thumb wiped away the tears of frustration pouring out of you.

“Scott, please-“ You begged for what felt like the millionth time, he was clearly enjoying tantalizing you, sighing and pulling back and finally bringing his hands to drag the ruined fabric down and off of you.

You pouted when he closed the knife and set it down on the bed, shaking his head and pointing a finger at you when you moved to sit up.

“Stay.” He said firmly, bed creaking just so as he stood up to free himself from his pants, eyes focused on your own as you waited on him. He could do this for hours and he had, letting you whine and beg and cry for it first. He wouldn’t this time, noticeably impatient as he resumed his previous position over you.

Before you could ask - or more accurately beg, he sat down on the bed, head resting against the headboard before signaling for you to come up with two fingers. He promptly grabbed your hips so you were sitting on his lap before reaching for the closed knife once again.

Your bare cunt was situated on the bulge under you, your hands planted on your thighs. He wrapped the still-closed knife wielding hand around you to lift you up, lazily pulling his dick out with the other. It was irritating how easy it was for him, so casually showing off his strength when you were alone.

He covered himself in the slick dripping out of you, groaning when he swiftly sat you down on him, keeping you motionless over him with a hand at your waist.

He flipped open the knife with his other hand away from you, undeniably feeling you clench around him when he finally brought the cold blade up to your skin again. He had the perfect view in this position, enough control over where his hands were precisely placed to keep you safe even with a knife at your throat.

“I knew you were far from innocent, sweetheart, but this is really fucked up.” You barely heard it over the rain that was rapidly hitting the windows. Ignoring the filthily mocked nickname and filthier implication, you let go of the breath you’d been holding since you confessed your dirty little secret.

His sharp comment finally leaving his mouth and taking with it all of the worry running through you that, even while literally inside of you, he’d think less of you for it.

You were practically just cockwarming at this point, pawing at his chest to try and convince him to fucking move already. You knew he’d be moving your hips for you soon but you complained anyway.

Rolling your eyes and hastily circling your hips at his seeming lack of urgency, earning yourself a cautionarily soft slap on the cheek.

“You’re mean.” You cried, almost throwing your head back in protest before he held the blade under your chin to keep you steady in place.

“Careful. Thought I told you not to move. Be good and stay still for me so I don’t have to explain to everyone that you asked for this, yeah?”

<333

#SCOTT MILLER COME HOME #The kids miss you <//3 #talk about a Freak Matcher my god #I don’t want to fix him I want him mean and evil #mean scott pspspspsps #hot chef Halloween #BE SAFE BE SAFE BE SAFE #if u saw me post this earlier no I didn’t I had to Fix something #FREAKtober #🌑 promptober #kinktober #scott miller #scott miller smut #scott miller x reader

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awkward-walking-potato · 7 months ago

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Wolverine Masterlist

My requests are open - I am no longer accepting requests for headcannons

Main Masterlist

Multiple part Series

Bruised not Broken - Non mutant Cage fighter logan and reader who is a nurse and helps patch him up after his fight - Ongoing

Part 1 Part 2

Apple of his Eye - Biker!logan x Baker! reader. The tough Biker falls for the kind baker who always has a slice of apple pie for him - Ongoing

Part 1 Part 2

The Buddy and Scratch series

- Claws and whiskers - You come home with a cat Claws whiskers and paws - Sequel to claws and whiskers Logan's Soft Spot - Logan didn't notice you coming home cause he was busy playing with the dog

Logan X mother nature

- The hidden Sanctuary - Logan meets a dragon

Wild Interuptions - you try and escape wade for some private time with logan

Oneshots

Just keep trying - the reader is upset with themselves because everything they do or say, even in good fate, turns out wrong or the situation gets worse. Logan knows that they meant well so he tries his best to comfort them.

A Caring Gesture - reader who suffers from iron deficiency like one day reader just faint and it took some time for logan to notice makes him very panicked so since then he started putting more attention to you like reminding you to eat healthy stuffs

A wet mess - After a long trip out you decide to wash Logans bike for him

Laughter at 1 AM - Watching Jenna marble tik toks with Logan

Unspoken Understanding - Logan helping reader with anxiety

Domestic Bliss: A Wade Wilson Retrospective - Logan and readers relationship from wades perspective

Beneath the bruises - Meeting cage fighter logan for the first time

A Heart of Adamantium - Valentines day spent with logan

Purple Claws and Velvet Dreams - Logan catches you singing and dancing to Prince’s "Purple Rain" in your pajamas.

NSFW alphabet

SFW alphabet

The plan - Fake boyfriend trope

When the Sunshine Fades - Grumpy!logan x Sunshine!reader something has been bothering reader or something happened, and because of it, she’s just not acting like herself and Logan starts picking up on it

Dancing in the Kitchen - Dancing in the kitchen to 1950's music with logan

Jeff the land shark - The baby shark taking up all the reader’s attention and just being he’s cutie self while making Logan feel extremely jealous.

Something to keep you safe - When Logan has to leave he leaves you with a certain something to keep you company

A clumsy heart - Logan doesn’t take kindly to someone causing his girl Dumb

Surprises in the bedroom - Logan finds out you collect teddies

Between two worlds - Logan with a significant other that’s basically an oujia board? Like they can talk to dead people, maybe possess people or haunt their dreams

Randonauting with the X-Force - Reader, Logan, Wade, and Mary puppins went randonauting together

Casual Affections - It's hard being in love with a man when his heart is with another

Tipsy Affection - When you have a few too many drinks at the halloween party you can't help but want some attention

Costume Confusion - With not long to go till the halloween party you have to come up with a clear idea for a costume

Halloween Heroes - You get to see a different side to Logan once the kids come out trick or treating

Whispers between worlds - Logan Howlett x gn!reader that has the mutation to summon, speak and communicate with ghosts and the undead

Its in the stars - stargazing with Logan Howlett and GN!Reader

Close enough - Logan with a reader who loves physical touch but is kinda scared to initiate it

Five Times You Were Possessive of Logan, and the One Time He Was Possessive of You

Taking care of Logan

Logan helping you recover after ankle surgery

Logan helps werewolf reader with their first transition

My Kitty Cat - Logan hates his nickname, Well that is what he tells people

Missing Cat - Logan realises who you are after losing his memories

In the Shadows - Logan helps reader who has migraines

#marvel imagine #x men imagine #wolverine imagine #wolverine x reader #logan howlett imagine #logan howlett x reader #deadpool imagine #logan howlett #wolverine one shot #wolverine

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why-animals-do-the-thing · 1 year ago

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Hi! Your baby lion post made me think of a question. How do zoos tell the difference between animals? Obviously if a cat or dog has kittens you can put a collar on them or some animal safe dye so you can tell the difference, but zoos can't do that for like 99% of their animals.

Do they just take lots of pictures and figure out identifying markings and then just hope they can keep track of which animal is which as they're growing?

This really depends on the species, and the specific animals.

With adult animals, distinguishing features are generally used (although I'm not sure how this works for fish / insects, or if they're even tracked as individuals). Sometimes, though, I've seen zoos use other things: when I went to the Oregon Zoo around Halloween last year, their female polar bears each had a different paw with a shaved patch. It was part of their medical training, but the different location also allowed the staff to tell them apart much more quickly at a glace.

For animals like hoofstock who live in large herds or are very visually similar, colored ear tags can work like the collars you mentioned. They're commonly used in other animal management industries, and while they might not look the most appealing to guests, they're functional and minimally invasive compared to other options.

We've got lots of current and past zoo people on tumblr, I'd love to hear what else your zoos do!

#zoo animals #zoo animal management #zoo industry

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lottiesgrl · 6 months ago

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𝗶'𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 '𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘄𝗮𝘆

summary: it's been nearly two months since you broke up with your girlfriend, shauna, and neither of you are taking it well.

cw: angst, mentions of cheating, very brief nsfw, underage drinking (though all characters are in college), background jackieshauna

two months.

god, has it already been two months? time feels like it hasn’t been moving quite right ever since your breakup. you figured it would take you a week, maybe two, to get over her. after all, you were the one to break up with her after you’d found her two fingers deep in jackie at lottie’s halloween party. you figured you’d ought to be moved on by now, but much to your chagrin, you weren’t.

you still found yourself checking your phone on the train ride, used to how she’d text you asking to let her know when you made it home. she always texted you in the middle of practice, sneaking away for the team for just a moment to make sure that you were safe. you could only imagine the way jackie pouted at her when she snuck away, asking her to come back to practice with that fucking stare you always saw her give shauna when she wanted something. and what’s worse is knowing that she always gave in, unable to say no to those

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fucking eyes.

for a few weeks after you’d pulled her away from practice and told her that you were over, that “if you’re gonna keep acting like jackie’s fucking lap dog, then why don’t you just go date her already?”, she’d been spamming your phone. sometimes it was begging you to hear her out, sometimes it was telling you how much she missed you, sometimes it was her saying she was so sorry and that it didn’t mean anything, they were both drunk, they didn’t know what they were doing.

you didn’t buy any of it for a second, especially when you were so used to seeing her pathetic yearning stares at jackie whenever she didn’t think you were looking. you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t had a suspicion, but you never expected her to do something like this.

it all came to a head the day you woke up to her car in the driveway, her standing outside with a nervous expression, a bouquet of flowers in her hands. your favorite flowers, you noticed - lilies and hydrangeas. leave it to shauna shipman to remember your favorite flowers even after she had cheated on you. it took a lot of passive-aggressive turned angry remarks to get her to finally leave, the flowers lying dejected on your front lawn after she sped away.

(you went back to bring them inside after you were sure she was far away.)

since then, you hadn’t really seen or heard from her. sure, you noticed her around school, but when she saw you, she turned the other way. you thought that it would make it easier to forget about her, but it only made your stomach turn.

you’d also noticed her hanging around jackie less, a noticeable divide forming in their friendship as you’d heard from several of your more gossip-inclined classmates. that did make you feel better, but not by much - it was bittersweet, knowing she was willing to change, but not while she was with you. god, why did she have to wait until after your breakup to become a better person?

sometimes, more often than you’re comfortable admitting, you think about texting her. you’re not sure where you’d start - she must have sent you over a hundred texts - but late at night, you catch yourself opening your messenger, fingers hovering over the place where her contact used to be. now it’s just your parents and your friend, who more often than not, were convincing you not to text shauna. you’d shared your feelings with them, and they chastised you for still wanting her when she treated you like shit.

they’ve got a point, you think. still, you can’t bring yourself to stop loving her. to stop wanting her.

you’re currently spending your free time at a really shitty frat party, one that shauna would’ve wanted you to come to only because “jackie wants me to go and you know how she gets when she wants to go out.” the alcohol hadn’t had its desired effect, and what started as you going out to forget about shauna led to her consuming your drunken thoughts.

not particularly wanting to make a fool of yourself on what passed for the “dance floor”, you stood against the wall, red solo cup in hand. occasionally someone who you knew would pass by and give you a small wave, but for the most part, you didn’t know many people in attendance.

this idle people-watching continued, observing the way couples danced together and subsequently taking another swig from your cup until your eyes caught onto something.

you couldn’t make out her face, but you’d recognize her long, brown hair draped over that fucking red dress (the one that jackie affectionately referred to as the “boob dress”) anywhere. shauna fucking shipman.

as if things couldn’t get any worse, someone to your side called out loudly, drawing her attention right in your direction. seeing those wide brown eyes staring directly at you was comparable to getting hit by a bus - however, you’d reckon getting hit by a bus would be more merciful.

you’d (stupidly) believed that all the times you imagined finally talking to shauna again would have prepared you for this moment, but no. you were a deer and she was a car hurtling at you full-speed. your mouth gaped open, trying to say something, anything, to her, but not a word could leave your lips. unshed tears stung at the corners of your eyes, and the sinking feeling of finally being face-to-face with her for the first time since the breakup made it hard to breathe.

“shauna…”

before you could say another word, before you could even think of another word, someone (presumably a guy from the frat) yelled out that there were cops on the way. the next few minutes were a blur of noise and movement, and by the time you regained some semblance of consciousness, you were out on someone’s front yard, no sign of shauna to be seen.

she got away.

#yellowjackets #x reader #yellowjackets x reader #shauna shipman #shauna shipman x reader #x you #yellowjackets x you #shauna shipman x you #title inspired by subway by chappell roan #god bless chappell roan

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sanjisboyfie · 1 year ago

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one piece masterlist ౨ৎ

[ keep safe series ] // ongoing, romantic undertones, slow burn, future angst, comedic

-> "it's beautiful, how this deep normality settles down over me. i'm not bored or unhappy. i'm still so strange and wild. you're in the wind, i'm in the water. nobody's son, nobody's daughter." or, joining the strawhat pirates as luffy's childhood friend allows you to make memorie with people who started as strangers, but then became your loved ones.

playlist

๑ prologue

๑ the cursed orphan enters 彡 alabasta arc begins

๑ [name] joins the strawhats

๑ just a friendly competition...right?

๑ heartfelt conversations with a chef

๑ coffee beans

๑ i'm gonna freeze my balls off

๑ i'm gonna freeze my balls off, pt. 2

๑ crimson red icicles

๑ luffy's innate instincts (a hum of the heart)

๑ new crewmate, tony tony chopper

๑ his hand on his ankle

๑ don't you know? "lover" outweights "boyfriend"

๑ i'll kill you, i'll really kill you

๑ "together in chaos."

๑ zoro being annoyed at his captain and [name]

๑ mr. prince and mr. executioner

๑ the dogs are hounding on [name]

๑ wings that made [name] fly

๑ see you later, vivi!

❔[NAME] WIKI - ALABASTA ARC ENDS

๑ more in common than you'd think 彡 skypiea arc begins

๑ robin and [name] make a good team!

๑ we made it!

๑ [name] wants to adopt suu!

๑ that god guy thing

๑ strawhat adventure team, go!

๑ chopper's crown

๑ put a face to the name

๑ mummified [name]

๑ four hundred years is not too late

ꔛ 666 heart special for quotev -> individual one shots with each straw hat, each assigned a representative song that describes the relationship they share with [name]

๑ navarone - g8

๑ davy back fight 彡 long ring long land arc begins

-> frequently used tags:

#≡;- ꒰ ° keep safe series ꒱

#ks

#one piece fanfic

#one piece fanfiction

DOMESTICITY series // based off of keep safe characters/relationships, but can be read as standalone one shots

ꔛ sanji's special dessert -> he prepares a dessert only for you since he knows your likes and dislikes

ꔛ a shared interest among swordsmen -> rare moments of peace and quiet with zoro

ꔛ nami is working, don't interrupt -> she doesn't mind the company, especially if you're peeling her tangerines

ꔛ usopp and [name]'s conversation -> heart to heart

one piece [ smau ] // social media au

ପ strawhats misc. edition

ପ dating luffy edition

ପ dating nami edition

ପ dating sanji edition

ପ strawhat vacation edition

ପ dating zoro edition

ପ dating usopp edition

ପ dating vivi edition

ପ married to law edition

ପ married to franky edition

ପ married to robin edition

ପ dating eustass kid edition

ପ married to doflamingo edition

ପ dating ace edition

ପ married to marco edition

ପ dating sabo edition

-> frequently used tags:

#≡;- ꒰ ° smau series ꒱

#one piece smau

#one piece modern au

[ yandere ]

જ yandere zoro headcanons

જ yandere sanji headcanons

જ soft yandere luffy

જ yandere luffy

-> frequently used tags:

#≡;- ꒰ ° yandere series ꒱

#≡;- ꒰ ° yandere headcanons ꒱

[ drabbles // one shots // headcanons ]

ꔛ playlist : tender by blur [ luffy x male reader ] // based off of keep safe characters, but can read as a standalone one shot. small hints of yandere luffy. // snippet of pt.2

-> tender is the night, lying by your side. tender is the touch of someone that you love too much. tender is my heart. i'm screwing up my life. lord i need someone to who can heal my mind, or luffy and reader reminisce about their childhood memories while cuddling in merry's crow's nest.

SUGAR DADDY series

ꔛ in a world of boys, he's a gentleman, nami x SD male reader

ꔛ pass the test, nami x SD male reader, the one where he meets nami's friends

ꔛ shanks being your doting boyfriend

ꔛ random sanji headcanons

ꔛ sanji has a crush on you ♡︎

ꔛ halloween with the strawhats [platonic]

ꔛ a day in the life as a strawhat [platonic]

ꔛ rockstar ! tragalar law headcanons

ꔛ me psychoanalyzing sanji x male reader

ꔛ random individual headcanons ; includes, law, luffy and zoro

ꔛ the type of man . . .

#jaime's navigation #navigation #masterlist #jaime's masterlist #the masterlist #one piece masterlist #shoutout doing some organizing #idk what else to tag this so imma leave it at that #omg i also love how LISTS LOOK so this is literally my favorite ever #like look how much ive written #ugh cant wait to make this grow some more #shoutouts me

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 2 months ago

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Firefighter: chapter 5

note: one year later… (a thank you to @neonhairspray for, I think it was you at least, sparking the idea of the stripper pole, and a thank you to @foxyanon for the song idea).

previous chapters: part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - Valentine's HCs

warnings: 18+!! suggestive/smut. Some angst at the beginning.

pairing: firefighter!Sihtric x fem!reader (no use of Y/N)

summary: you and your flaming hot firefighter needed some alone time.

word count: 4,6k

Masterlist

Reblogs & comments are immensely appreciated.

Your fun Halloween night had turned dark abruptly, when your firefighter boyfriend had to sober up instantly after receiving an emergency call in the middle of the night. Sihtric had ordered you to stay home before he left in a rush, to Beocca and Thyra's home, as the building had unfortunately caught fire.

You struggled to stay put, desperately wanting to jump in your car and drive after Sihtric, as being alone with your thoughts was almost unbearable that night. Thyra was your friend too, and even more than that; you considered her family. Just like everyone who had ties to the firemen who worked with Sihtric considered each other all as family. You were worried about Thyra, knowing she had left the Halloween party early as you had seen her in passing, when you and Sihtric were on your way to get it on in the showers. You didn't know if Thyra was the one who had made the call, meaning she would most likely be safe. Or if she was trapped inside the property, and the fire was called in by an alarming neighbour or perhaps by Beocca himself.

Your thoughts spiralled further and further, and not just about Thyra, because obviously you were concerned about Sihtric's safety too. And not just your mind was racing, all the ladies whose boyfriends and husbands were called up that night were concerned, and you all stayed in touch through texts and brief calls. No one could get a hold of Thyra, which concerned everyone even more, but the other ladies were quick to get a grip on themselves before you were able to. They had been living the life of a firefighter's other half much longer than you had, so they did what they could to try and keep you calm. They reminded you that Sihtric would never take any unnecessary risks, and that surely he would be fine doing his job, even if it was a daunting task because of how personal it was.

You knew they were right, and in the end all you could do was wait for Sihtric to come home to you. Because only then you would be able to feel truly at ease and calm; when his strong arms would be wrapped safely around you again.

After sitting in his car for at least twenty minutes while parked in the driveway, Sihtric finally managed to drag himself up to the front door, where he struggled to get the key in the door. His arms felt heavy and his hands trembled from exhaustion, after the adrenaline of the night had worn off completely. He had showered at the station already and changed clothes, but he could still smell the lingering scent of smoke and ashes around him.

It had been such a rollercoaster, from having a fun party to making love with you while wearing Halloween outfits, to eventually having to report that the house of people who he loved dearly was completely lost. He hadn't even had a second to process everything that had happened so far.

Sihtric had been on autopilot the whole drive back, not quite remembering how he had ended up back home again and not even really realising he was there, until he heard the front door fall shut behind him. His tired and mismatched eyes scanned the living room he loved stepping into after a long day, yet this time he felt empty as he didn't see you there. But a soft smile then tugged at his lips, when your two beloved cats Dog and Thor, one black and one white, ran up to him with a loud and excited meowing.

You had somehow found your way upstairs and into bed at some point during the stressful night, and you had fallen asleep for a few short hours. You only woke up with a slight scare when you heard the door slam shut downstairs, but you calmed down when the sound that followed was the recognisable stomping of Sihtric's heavy safety boots, as he walked over to the couch. You heard the cats meow faintly and couldn't help but smile as you grabbed your robe and made haste down the stairs. You froze as soon as you saw Sihtric sitting quietly on the couch, staring down at his feet while he mindlessly ran his fingers through the soft fur of the two cats who were purring happily in his lap.

'Thyra?' you asked, barely louder than a whisper as to not startle him, and you held your breath while awaiting his answer.

Sihtric swallowed hard as he kept silent for a few long seconds, which made your stomach turn. But he then suddenly let out a sharp exhale of relief and nodded as he finally looked up at you.

'Thyra is safe,' he said, his voice sounding as exhausted as he looked, 'the house is lost, but everyone is okay.'

'Oh, thank god,' you said, relieved.

You wasted no time running up to your firefighter when Sihtric opened his arms to you, inviting you to hold him as he desperately needed to hold you after the night he had. He gently ushered the cats to leave his lap, making space for you, and you wrapped your arms around each other as you straddled him.

'And you?' you asked and ran your hand through his short hair, 'are you okay, love?'

'I am now,' Sihtric whispered and leaned into your touch, almost as if he had taken over a cat's mannerism, 'I am now,' he said again, then squeezed you in his arms, 'I love you.'

'And I love you,' you whispered and kissed his lips.

'Are you okay?' he asked.

'I will be okay,' you said, your smile fragile but genuine, 'I will be okay as long as you come home to me.'

'I'm sorry the night ended like this,' he whispered, his forehead leaning against yours, 'something messed up just always happens during these days.'

'Maybe you were right,' you whispered, 'maybe bad things always happen during this time of the year, but you'll never have to go through them alone again, I promise.'

Weeks had passed since the eventful Halloween night and, after everyone had come to terms with the disaster that had luckily claimed no casualties, life was seemingly returning back to normal again.

You and Sihtric celebrated the holidays together. He took you out for a fancy dinner during Christmas, and back home again you both enjoyed a few drinks, a couple too many perhaps. Sihtric's goodhearted attempt to treat you to a steamy striptease that night went south, as you both were too drunk. He struggled to unzip his firefighter jacket, and when he gave up on that, you lost your balance and tripped as you wanted to help him take off his cargo jeans. And so you ended up on the floor together, laughing, and then making out until you both fell asleep on the kitchen floor, only to be woken up by two concerned cats the next morning as they meowed in your ears.

You celebrated New Year's Eve at Uhtred's place with your firefighter family, another evening where you and your smoking hot boyfriend enjoyed each other thoroughly, for the most part. You partied all night and kissed at midnight, as the fireworks went off, and a few shots later you were dragging Sihtric up the stairs with you to one of the bedrooms in Uhtred's house. But just when you were about to enjoy the very first sexual act of the new year, Uhtred's dog barged into the room and jumped on the bed, interrupting while Sihtric was about to pull down your panties and bury his head between your thighs. You both laughed it off and decided to get down to business when you'd be back home again. But once you both enjoyed the comfort of your own bed that night, you dozed off rather fast while Dog, Sihtric's black cat, was purring in between the two of you. And when Sihtric wanted to make a move in the early morning, waking you up slowly by lightly caressing your sweet spot with his fingers, he was called into work because some cars in the city had caught fire due to fireworks.

The year started off rather calmly after that first night, with only a few emergency calls for Sihtric to answer throughout the weeks that followed. He managed to take some time off during Valentine's day, and he had surprised you by taking you to Disneyland in Paris, where he eventually proposed to you. It had been the trip of a lifetime, but now that the engagement anniversary was approaching, almost one year later, you suddenly realised that it had also been the only trip you had taken together in all this time of being together. Life had just been in the way as time went on after that one trip, and you hoped for another romantic surprise this upcoming Valentine's day. But Sihtric had another firefighter training to attend which lasted a few days. That meant he was working long days and nights, and so you barely got to see each other as you worked your own job too during Valentine's week.

Sihtric came home late during the training days, completely exhausted and worn out, and soon you realised that your sex life had taken a rather bad turn since the holidays. Whether you were interrupted, too tired or too drunk, the last time you had been truly intimate with each other was months ago, and it didn't feel right.

It wasn't that you weren't attracted to each other anymore, not at all. Sihtric still set your entire body ablaze whenever you saw him. It didn't matter if he was dressed in his dirty uniform after work, or if he was all cleaned up and walking shirtless around the house, showing off those abs and almost ridiculous biceps of his, your desire for him was always there. And you knew Sihtric still desired you all the same too, never being able to keep his hands or eyes off of you when he was near you, but he was just so tired lately and not up for anything. And it became clear that he simply needed a break from work when you were in bed one evening, after his intense training had finally come to an end, one day before Valentine's day.

You ran your fingers slowly through his hair while he faced you, his eyes were closed but you knew he wasn't sleeping yet, as he responded to your touch with a faint smile and soft hums.

'When was the last time you took a break from work?' you asked.

'I don't know, darling,' Sihtric murmured sleepily, 'I don't really take breaks, I guess.'

'I'm starting to find out,' you said, 'ever since we met you've been constantly working. Except for when you took me to Paris, but that's-'

'One year ago,' Sihtric said and opened his eyes, 'shit,' he mumbled and sighed, then rubbed his hands over his face. 'I'm sorry, baby,' he whispered and wrapped his arms around you, 'I had no idea a year had gone by already. I'm sorry.'

'It's one year tomorrow,' you said, your face buried in his bare chest, 'I know we've both been working a lot, but I just… I don't know how it happened.'

'How what happened?'

'How we both completely lost track of time as our lives went on,' you said, 'you haven't had a break from work in a year, and we haven't had a nice little getaway in a year either. It's affecting us, Siht. Is it not? We've barely been intimate lately, for all kinds of reasons, and I just think we need a break from our daily life and have some time for just the two of us again.'

'You're right,' Sihtric whispered, 'I know things have been different between us, but that is because I've just been tired. It won't always be like this.'

'But it will be if you continue to work the way you do.'

'Maybe,' he said softly, 'I don't know, darling.'

'I do,' you said and looked up at him, 'I know you love your job, honey, but it's a heavy one. Heavy for the both of us, actually. And you need a break. We both need a break.'

Sihtric agreed after some contemplating, and he promised he'd do whatever it took in order to get the weekend off work, just in time to celebrate a belated Valentine's day and engagement anniversary.

You woke up early Saturday morning, the day after Valentine's day, and you found yourself alone in bed. No Sihtric and no cats were to be found in the bedroom, just you. You rubbed your eyes as you fully woke up, and then heard some cat hissing and stumbling noises coming from downstairs, followed by Sihtric's muffled but still firm voice.

'I swear I will return you to the shelter you came from!' you heard him hiss.

You chuckled as you got dressed in your robe, figuring that Thor, your beloved white cat and gift from your fiancé after he had accidentally killed your previous cat, Mister Meow Meow, was probably up to no good again. You quietly made your way down the stairs and found Sihtric in the living room, which was decorated with several heart shaped balloons that floated up in the air, except for one. One balloon was clawed to shreds by the menace of your cat, and Sihtric was in the middle of dragging the beast away from the decorations to avoid further damage. The remaining balloons were attached to a large vase on the coffee table, which was filled with dozens of red roses, and you couldn't help but get a little teary eyed at the sight of it.

'You weren't supposed to be awake already,' Sihtric sighed with an embarrassed smile when he saw you, 'Thor went for the balloons, and I wasn't done fixing it up yet.'

'I heard,' you laughed, 'and don't worry, I love it anyway, it's perfect.'

'I am glad,' he smiled and took your hands.

Sihtric pulled you close and captured you in a soft kiss, with his arms wrapped tightly around you. He apologised for being so busy that he had more or less forgotten to buy you a decent gift, so all he had to show you today were the flowers and a few boxes of your favourite candy. You told him you were the happiest girl regardless, but he made sure to really make you feel like you were the happiest girl in the world when he told you he had booked a cabin somewhere remote for the weekend, at the very last minute. He had already packed the bags and prepared the car, and he had asked some of his firefighter friends to look after the cats and the house, and the dozens of roses too.

In the car you told him you didn't really have a gift for him in return, as you had been busy too and it was hard to find a suitable gift for him, but Sihtric told you not to worry about it.

'You're my gift, darling,' he said with a smirk, and he kissed the back of your hand as he speeded over the highway.

You arrived at your destination early in the afternoon, and Sihtric hadn't lied when he said that the place was remote, with the wooden cabin being tucked away far in a deep forest, entirely removed from civilization. The place was cosy looking from the outside, but once inside you realised this was not a family friendly rental. There was a prepared jacuzzi in the middle of the cabin, in the back of the cabin was an open kitchen with a dining table, and a small living room space next to it with a sofa and a tv. On your left there was a large bed which overlooked the entire place, and in the open space between the jacuzzi and the bed was a… stripper pole.

'Sihtric?' you snorted as you looked at the stripper pole, 'what the hell is that?'

'I booked this place for the jacuzzi,' Sihtric shrugged and placed the bags on the floor, 'but if you want to use that pole, I won't stop you.'

'You better wipe that grin off your face, handsome,' you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck, 'because you are the one who still owes me a striptease.'

'Only on Mondays,' he smiled and pecked your lips.

'Then we'll pretend today is a Monday,' you giggled and unzipped his leather jacket.

Sihtric wasn't going to argue with that, as he wanted and desperately needed a flaming hot evening with you again after all this time, so he allowed you to lead him to the bed without even checking out the bathroom or garden first. You took his hand and attempted to pull him onto the bed with you, but he stopped you when you laid down already.

'Wait,' he smiled and kissed you, 'we need some music, don't we?'

'Do we now?' you asked with a cheeky smile.

'If you want me to strip for you,' Sihtric chuckled and connected his phone to the bluetooth speaker he had brought, 'then yes, we need music.'

He then closed the black curtains and switched on the dimly red ceiling light, while the rest of the all black ceiling had small white led lights scattered across it, looking like a clear starry night sky. You sat back on the bed and watched him grab an unopened bottle of water and a chair from the dining table, which he dragged towards the bed and placed in front of you. He sat down on the chair, fully dressed; wearing his signature black cargo jeans with black leather boots underneath, a white shirt that hugged his figure, with a black hoodie over it which was unzipped, and the finishing touch was his leather jacket, which you had already unzipped. He wore his bronze hammer pendant around his neck and one small silver hoop earring, as usual, from which a small cross dangled.

Sihtric smirked at you, his eyes highlighted with a faint hint of black eyeliner, and he then threw his phone on the bed as the music started to play.

Step inside

Walk this way

You and me babe

Hey, hey…

Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar On Me blasted through the darkened room, and Sihtric got up from his chair. He placed one foot on the seat as he towered over you, and he took your hands. He guided your hands up his torso and under his leather jacket, and he then allowed the jacket to slowly slide off his shoulders and down his arms, while your hands were still placed on his muscular chest. You couldn't hide a giggle when you looked up at Sihtric, who smiled slyly and winked at you as he threw his jacket on the floor.

He then stripped himself off his zipped hoodie, taking his time to tease you by slowly revealing his toned biceps as he swayed his hips lightly to the beat of the music, which made your head spin all the more. His body was impressive, even with most still hidden under his clothes. And despite knowing exactly what he looked like without clothes, you still squirmed on the bed with anticipation while he stripped for you.

Sihtric then reached for your hands again and slid them under his white shirt. You blushed heavily at the warm feeling of his perfectly muscular body underneath your hands, all while he continued to roll his hips seductively to the beat, right in front of you.

Now c'mon, take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up…

Sihtric stepped back and grabbed the water bottle from the floor. He opened it and leaned back slightly as he faced you, so you had a good view when he took a sip, before he suddenly poured the cool liquid down his head. You laughed and nearly squealed as you watched it happen, you already knew Sihtric was a fun guy, but he seemed to be really giving you his all this time. He soaked his short hair completely, and the water ran down his face, to his neck and all over his white shirt, which became drenched and see through within seconds.

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah…

Your jaw dropped at the sight of your smoking hot firefighter fiancé, who now had water dripping down his perfect face, and a white wet shirt sticking to his perfect body. You were stunned and speechless, but most of all you were aroused, and your wide eyes betrayed that. You watched how Sihtric teasingly ran his hands through his wet hair as he looked at you with his own dark and mischievous eyes, slowly licking his lips while he then moved his tattooed fingers without hurrying down his see through shirt. He slowly took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He stepped closer, sliding his hand up the back of your neck and into your hair as he faced you, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair and brought your lips to his bare torso, guiding you as you kissed and licked the water droplets off his body.

'This is yours, darling,' Sihtric breathed, 'I'm all yours,' he took your chin, directing your eyes to his, 'tell me I'm all yours.'

'You're all mine,' you said with a light gasp and a dazed smile.

'That's right,' Sihtric smiled and bit down on his lip, 'God, you're perfect,' he whispered as he held your chin gently, 'now say that back to me, baby. Tell me you are perfect.'

'I- I'm perfect,' you whispered, shyly but willing to do anything for him.

'Damn right you are,' he smiled and kissed your lips, 'you're perfect, and hotter than a goddamn fire on a summer day.'

You giggled softly as he kissed both your hands, and he then stepped back to place one foot on the chair again. He told you to untie the laces of his leather booth, and you struggled to focus while he grinded his crotch nearly against your face in a teasing manner as you tried to do what he had told you. The same was repeated when you untied his other booth, and he then kicked his shoes off before he picked you up in his arms. He kissed you as he carried you over to the stripper pole, holding you easily with one arm while he dragged the chair with him, and he sat you down in front of the pole. He smiled and winked at you again as he took a step back, and you then watched him grab the pole, only to watch him make a quick spin around it before he pulled himself up and climbed up the pole. You gaped at his flexing muscles as he slowly allowed his body to slide down again, until his feet touched the ground, and he rolled his hips seductively as he lowered himself down to his knees while still holding the pole.

Sihtric then leaned back against the pole, taking your hands and bringing them up to help unbutton his jeans. He slowly lowered his cargos, revealing his black Boss underwear little by little while he kept his eyes on you. You didn't know where to look; at his toned chest, at his perfectly shaped V-line as it was right in front of you, or at his muscular thighs which were revealed painstakingly slow by him while he continued to dance for you.

He saw the need and lust in your eyes, and he smiled when he finally kicked off his jeans and got rid of his black socks too.

'You want me?' Sihtric chuckled darkly as he leaned in, dragging his lips over your neck as he kissed you, 'hm?'

'I do,' you almost whined, 'god, I do, you know I do.'

'I know,' he murmured against your lips and kissed you, then picked you up in his arms again, 'and you know I like it when you get so needy for me, so fired up for me,' he chuckled softly again.

You smiled as you looked down into his eyes, and you ran your fingers through his wet hair as you crashed into an eager kiss while he carried you to the pre-heated jacuzzi.

'Wait,' you suddenly gasped, 'Sihtric, wait! No-'

But before you could tell him off, you already found yourself fully dressed and in the warm water with him.

'Damnit! Sihtric!' you laughed, 'why?!'

'You looked a little hot there,' Sihtric laughed and pulled you close so he could kiss you again, 'figured I had to put out that fire in time, you know?' he grinned.

'You and your bad jokes,' you smiled and kissed him.

You allowed Sihtric to take your soaked clothes off too, to eventually have a steamy make out session in that jacuzzi, before you landed in bed with your hot fiancé and enjoyed several climaxes in the hours that followed.

When you both woke up the next morning you fully realised the mess you had made the night before. With used towels, lube stained sheets, and still damp clothes scattered all through the room, along with a variety of sex toys that were on full display as they were left next to the bed. You smiled sheepishly at each other and cleaned up everything before enjoying some breakfast together.

'Let us promise that we won't wait another year to take some time off work and have a little getaway again,' Sihtric said as he had his coffee, his short hair messy and his eyes tired but full of life and love.

'I agree,' you smiled, 'and I'm glad you're having a good time too, away from work.'

'Are you kidding me?' Sihtric chuckled and leaned back in his chair, eyeing you up and down for a second, 'the things you did last night?' He scratched his goatee and fought a grin, 'I'd quit my job if that meant I'd be getting that treatment every night.'

You smirked, remembering how you had made him groan and grunt heavily for a good hour, when you had him with his hands tied to the bed frame and completely naked. 'You wouldn't survive that every night,' you said.

'Oh yeah?' he leaned in, 'why don't you try me?'

'Only if you strip for me every night,' you shrugged.

'That's not fair,' Sihtric pouted and crossed his arms, 'do you know how much effort that requires?'

'Oh, like bouncing and choking on that cock of yours doesn't require effort?' you raised your brow, 'or that boobjob, or trying to stay up on my wobbly legs while you take me from behind and in front of a mirror after two orgasms already is not requiring any effort from my side?'

'Well,' he cleared his throat and shrugged, not having an answer back to that as his thoughts took him back to the night before again.

'Well?' you laughed, 'what about it?'

'Nothing,' Sihtric mumbled and sipped his coffee, then cleared his throat again as he felt his cheeks reddened, 'anyway, what's next for us then, sweetheart?'

'I don't know, babe,' you shrugged, 'plan a wedding?'

'When do you want to get married?'

'Oh, I don't know,' Sihtric smiled, 'maybe next Valentine's day?'

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