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Losing My Religion

《Chapter one》

Pairing: Deranged Hongjoong x Too-Good-For-This-World Seonghwa

《 Summary 》

In which photography major Hongjoong worships the ground education major Seonghwa walks on, to the point of obsession; all goes well until Hongjoong crosses the point of no return... And Seonghwa wakes up in an unfamiliar bedroom

《 Chapter Warnings 》

kidnapping, mentions of violence, obsessive behavior, religious themes.

《 A/N 》

Proofreading and fixing this chapter took longer than I thought, but alas; this was a thread on Twitter that I decided to cross-post here and on AO3. Comments are always welcomed! Hope this little introduction sets the tone for what's to come.

THIS CHAPTER IS PART OF 18+ CONTENT, MINORS DNI

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Hongjoong wouldn't be caught dead admitting being wrong, but right now he had a feeling he may have fucked up. He stared at the man laying on his bed, features peaceful as sleep protected him from reality. He may have fucked up indeed. But Hongjoong knew that everything he did what was necessary, that things escalated quickly, and he needed to fix it somehow. Bringing the other to his apartment would probably buy him some time; not even his friends knew where he lived, let alone those vultures from campus

Seonghwa shifted in his sleep, only to feel a tug on his leg restricting his movements; he furrowed his brows, and a barely audible whine escaped his lips. Hongjoong could only stand there, staring, taking in every single detail of his skin, every movement of his body. Oh, how divine he looked like that.

He had no idea how many hours had passed, legs and back aching from standing still for so long, shivering from the night air. Startled by a particularly cold breeze, he realized how careless he had been, tucking Seonghwa in on his bed with nothing but his clothes and a thin sheet. He must be freezing there without a blanket!

Taking one from the wardrobe behind him, he inched closer to the bed, covering Seonghwa up as delicately as possible. Still leaning forward, towering above the older, he’s caught by surprise by the man starting to wake up.

His mind went a mile per second looking for ways to explain what exactly had happened, to justify the whole situation; it wasn’t his fault if that despicable man decided to invade Seonghwa’s room, his sanctuary. His Star was pure, divine; he held a light of his own, radiating warmth and managing to bring graces to the life of those around him. He wasn't supposed to be tainted by the mundane, corrupted by filthy hands and thoughts.

All Hongjoong could do was stare back as Seonghwa’s eyes started to focus, confusion painting his features at the foreign bed he found himself on. This wasn't his room? Or his date's room? At least he supposed it wasn’t, as the decor didn't match the man he went to the bar with. Has he had too much to drink? Had someone spiked his drink? He couldn't remember much of the date, memories blurring after he had met up with the man. But he could still feel the texture of his clothes on his body, so maybe nothing dangerous had happened.

Hongjoong waited patiently. Not that he had a choice, he could barely breathe standing so close to the man he'd trust his faith and soul to without a second thought. He wasn't worthy of being in his presence, but still there he was, in front of him, on his bed.

Seonghwa was his muse, his faith, his personal belief; for years he had watched him from afar, witnessing his miracles and graces. He was benevolent, never turning his back to those who needed him, even those who didn't know they did. And Hongjoong was his faithful sheep, never straying away, witnessing his every good deed, immortalizing them, praying at his images for his unconditional love.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize that the weather had dropped so much, I should have gotten you a blanket earlier" Seonghwa stared at him, still confused but at least less scared than he was before "It's okay, I'm not cold... but where am I?"

He tried to sit back against the headboard, and once again felt a tug on his leg; Had he injured his ankle somehow? "And I apologize, I can't remember much... what happened?"

The slight slurring on his voice made Hongjoong’s heart skip a beat; he looked even softer like this, washing away his worries. Seonghwa was ever calm, ever patient waiting for Hongjoong to answer. "I saw you at the bar a few hours ago, but I had a feeling you weren't safe; that person with you, he wanted to harm you! And I couldn't let it happen.” he felt anger bubbling again inside him at the mere memory of Seonghwa taking the man’s glass, looking completely out of it a while later. “The only place I could bring you safely was my apartment." Hongjoong lowered his head, avoiding his gaze.

His round eyes went wide at Hongjoong’s words, mixed feelings swirling inside his head. He had been fooled, once again. No person he ever got close seemed to care about him or his feelings; they either ghosted him, or got inexplicably wary around him, acting cold and avoidant. It didn't matter how much he offered to others, it never seemed to be good enough.

Tears started slowly streaming down his face, heart aching, and the sight twisted something inside Hongjoong’s own chest that he couldn’t quite name yet. The world didn't deserve Seonghwa. They would only play with his feelings and hurt him, despite his good nature. Only Hongjoong knew how glorious he really was.

Only Hongjoong deserved him.

"Hey, don't cry, it's all good now;” Hongjoong tried to look as reassuring as he could. “you're safe now, and won't ever have to see that bastard again." He was resolute in making sure of it; Seonghwa nodded back at him, drying his tears with the back of his hands. His eyes were still glistening, but he felt calmer, safer.

After that, Hongjoong managed to convince Seonghwa to sleep some more, saying he still looked a little out of it and promising he'd bring him something to eat as soon as he woke up again. Closing the bedroom door, he felt like he could finally breathe; everything worked out so easily in the end.

Grabbing a set of keys and a black face mask, he left the apartment, going down the stairs towards the building's boiling room; He had unfinished business to take care of.

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The place always irked him; too loud, humid and dark, as if straight out of a horror movie. But worse than the room, was the man unconscious on the floor. Being completely honest, Hongjoong had no idea how he managed to bring him there. It had happened before, being so enraged that his body acted on its own accord. He probably dragged the man through the service entry at the parking lot, the possibility of getting caught never crossing his mind. The lack of security on the building helped a lot in times like this. And if the guy ended up with a concussion or two, he couldn't care less.

It wasn't the first time he had to teach someone a lesson, to make them repent from trying to taint Seonghwa’s purity, and he knew it wouldn't be the last. More than anything he wished it could be, that others could come to their senses and see Seonghwa as the magnificent being that he was. The absurdity of their blindness instigated too much all at once: the protectiveness, the rage, the jealousy.

And once again the hour passed on a blur. The stranger was tied to a pipe, dangerously unconscious; he sported several bruises and burn marks through his broad back and naked torso. Not even fire would be enough to purify the man from his sinful intentions, but at least for now he had repented from his misstep.

He untied the sinner and pondered what to do next. Exiting through the same route he got in, he left the barely alive body on an alleyway several blocks from the building, a known spot for burglars and other criminals to reign free. Another perk of living on the least privileged side of the city.

With that nuisance taken care of, he took the time to get himself cleaned and to prepare something for Seonghwa to eat. He may not be the best cook, but his mother's special dish was one he was very proud of learning; his Star deserved something worthy of his appetite.

Seonghwa woke up to the rich smell of broth and the sound of the door opening. He still felt dizzy, but considerably less than earlier; he could now recognize the short man in front of him, someone he had seen many times around campus but never got the name of.

"Oh, did I make you wait for too long? I'm sorry, I had to fix some things before coming back. " Hongjoong almost looked wary, but he presumed it was simply worry for his well-being. The food looked delicious, and Seonghwa couldn't remember when was the last time he ate. He couldn't remember much at all. "Don't worry, I just woke up. I'm feeling a lot better too, only hungry." Hongjoong relaxed as Seonghwa seemed less scared than before, almost glad to see him again.

He was waiting for him, and that alone made everything worth it.

After eating, Hongjoong was persistent about him drinking at least the glass of water he brought. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was, throat burning and tongue dry. Now that most of his needs were satiated, Seonghwa felt light and floating, the horrible experience mainly forgotten for now. He could feel Hongjoong’s heavy gaze on him, waiting for something, or maybe to say something.

"I don't think you remember me, we used to go to the same school before college, the same classroom as well" He looked shy and hopeful, although odds were the man in front of him didn't; how could his Star remember him, know about his existence? He was an observer, a sideliner, a nobody.

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure…" and he could feel a little bit of his heart breaking "Kim, right? Your last name, I mean."

The soft light from the table lamp reflected on Seonghwa’s golden skin, and there hasn't been a moment before that had looked more divine than now; Not when alone at the park during sunset, nor when peaceful asleep, illuminated by the full moon. Right now he looked holy, an angel from above so benevolent to the point of remembering his name.

"Yes! It's me!” He could barely contain the pure joy he felt. “I mean, sorry, I'm Hongjoong. Kim Hongjoong. " The way he stuttered may have made him embarrassed, but it was worth the melodious giggle that left Seonghwa’s lips. He once again looked peaceful, almost dozing off again, "Thank you, Kim Hongjoong, for taking care of me;” the movement of his eyelids slowly coming to a halt with each blink. “I'm really grateful you were there. My guardian angel."

As the world faded to black again and reality and dreams blended together, Seonghwa barely acknowledged the painful tug on his ankle as he tried to get more comfortable, or the distant voice whispering back to him "I've always been there my angel.”

Hongjoong couldn’t hold back the urge to finally feel him, a chaste kiss on his forehead.

“And I forever will be.”

[luxexhomines]

Welcome back!!! It’s great to see you again, I hope you’ve been doing well 💕 Could I request a Kokichi/Reader (romantic) for the dialogue prompt “You're so persistent”? Either fluff or silly, whichever you prefer! Thanks and have fun!!

Thank you so much for the heart-warming welcome back and for the request!! I'm happy to see you again too, and I hope you've been doing well, too, ehe~ ♡ ♡

I took a little while to think about this prompt and to reacquaint myself with Kokichi as a character, ahaha. I realized then that I...don't even know how to write Kokichi, even though I love him so much?! But nevertheless, I tried to write something fun. Honestly, it feels kind of awkward/mechanical, but maybe it can't be helped because it's been so long since I last wrote for Kokichi?

Anyway, here we go! It's almost 3k words (oops) so there's a cut. Icon credit to dreamcrush!

“You’re so persistent.” Kokichi x Ultimate! Celebrity Reader

“You’re so persistent.” You slammed the metal locker door close and glared at Kokichi. “And annoying.” 

Kokichi simply shrugged with that same shit-eating grin on his face that he always had. 

“Well, maybe you wouldn’t have to deal with the annoying me if you’d just say yes,” he says in that sing-songy voice. 

You resist the urge to box his ears and instead turn away, speed-walking toward the classroom. To your dismay, he quickly follows behind you, matching your pace easily and practically skipping. You supposed someone like him burned a lot of energy annoying people and pulling tricks everyday, so this was probably nothing to him. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of being rejected?” you glanced at him, genuinely curious. 

“Nope!” He folds his arms behind his head leisurely and grins at you. “But I bet you’re getting tired of rejecting me, huh? You really want to say yes, don’t you? Huh?”

“I’m not even going to answer that,” you sighed. 

Kokichi made a face of shock, mouth and deep purple eyes wide in a way that could only be described as overexaggerated and purely for dramatic effect. 

“But you just did!” 

You suppressed an exasperated sigh and looked away from Kokichi, who was strolling next to you without a care in the world. He’d even started to whistle some annoying little tune that sounded suspiciously like the tune that had recently gone viral for being one of the worst earworms ever. 

Kokichi had been asking for your autograph for the past month since the fall semester of Hope’s Peak Academy had formally started and the two of you had met in-class for the first time. 

“Ultimate Celebrity, huh?!” he’d exclaimed, eyes comically wide and sparkly. “Does that mean you get to be an Ultimate for just existing? Do you even have to do anything? How is that even a talent, huh?” 

Kaede interjected with her hands on her hips. 

“Hey, don’t make fun! You know, they’re an Ultimate for a reason,” she huffed. “Look at that face! That style! The stuff that they use gets sold out within minutes, and the places they go get so popular they only take reservations for months after!” 

To be fair, you tried to stop Kaede. Tried and failed. 

“It’s okay, Kaede-” you put a hand on her shoulder gently, only for her to not even notice. 

“Do you even know how much one of their autographs goes for? It can go for a million yen!” she burst. 

It was then that a chill ran down your spine as you watched Kokichi’s face flash from that of a naive and playful prankster to a calculative one worthy of being called the Ultimate Supreme Leader–whatever that bogus-sounding talent was. Actually, how dare he question your talent when he had a suspicious talent like that? 

“Oho, is that so?” he smiled and tapped a finger to his lips, seemingly in thought. You didn’t know what he was thinking, but you did know that whatever it was, you didn’t like it at all. 

You gave the door to the classroom a furtive look. 

“Okay, well, if that’s all, I’m going to go to the bathroom now- Eek!” 

Kokichi had made his way to the door before you and was somehow effectively blocking your exit route with both palms pressed on either side of the door frame, even with his slight frame. Not only that, but he was currently making one of the most horrifying faces you’d ever seen on anyone, and you’d seen a lot of terrible things in the entertainment industry. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he smirked. Whatever that black pit of a face was, his eyes were two black holes in that pit. And, his mouth was stretched unnaturally wide in what could only be called an evil smile. “Hand it over.” He held out a hand, and you stared at his empty hand, simply appalled. 

You’d faced plenty of terrors and challenges as the Ultimate Celebrity, from surprise paparazzis at night to stalker-fans trying to break into your apartment, but you had to say that this was your first time being extorted for an autograph–not even asked, but threatened. 

You crossed your arms and gave him a dirty look. 

“No. Now step aside.” 

You couldn’t imagine that he’d keep blocking the doorway forever, especially since from the corner of your eye, you could see Kaito walking toward the classroom from the hallway. 

He slinked to the side surprisingly easily, making a disappointed puppy-dog face. 

“Aww, you’re no fun. It’s just an autograph, you know?”

You slid past him and made a beeline to the bathroom, which he thankfully did not follow you to–but you did feel his eyes on you until you disappeared from his line of sight. You’d think you’d have gotten used to being watched, being the Ultimate Celebrity, but somehow, this felt different. 

Fast-forward to today, about a month into the semester, and he hadn’t failed to pester you for an autograph every single day, although he luckily spent some of his time playing with (irritating?) your other classmates, too. 

“Keeboi, robots don’t have nipples, do they?” Some clanking noises came from the other side of the classroom, which you desperately hoped wasn’t Kokichi touching Kiibo.

“This is harassment! I must ask that you cease and desist at once–no, seriously, stop, Kokichi!” 

You winced but opted to remain a bystander. Getting involved ultimately meant offering yourself as the sacrificial target for Kokichi’s tricks and attention. ‘Sorry, Kiibo,’ you thought sympathetically. 

But unfortunately for you, Kokichi must have quickly gotten bored with Kiibo, because not even ten minutes later, he was at your side again. To be exact, he was sitting across from you at the desk in front of yours, hands holding onto the backrest of the chair.

“Come on, just one little autograph,” he begged with those big, gleaming eyes. Man, since when did being an Ultimate Supreme Leader involve having incredible acting abilities? Because otherwise, how could he look so pitiful and sad? Like a cat left in the pouring rain, sitting in a rotting cardboard box, waiting for a kind owner–

You averted your eyes. It would be fine if you didn’t look at him, you desperately thought to yourself. 

“I’m not giving an autograph to any classmates,” you state. “We’re all Ultimates and more or less equal, so I’m not going to give a fellow Ultimate an autograph. Plus, you think I don’t know you’re just going to go and auction it off?”  You turned and stared him down with the last sentence. 

“Nishishi, you got me there!” he laughed, but he didn’t seem surprised or offended. “Why don’t you do your classmate a little favor, then? You gave one to Nagito!” 

You huffed and pursed your lips. 

���I said no, Kokichi! And it’s different if it’s a fan,” you argued. “Nagito was already a fan because he loves Ultimates. Plus, he’s our upperclassman!” 

Kokichi put a hand to his chin in thought. 

“So it’s different if it’s a fan, huh? Okay, got it! I’ll be your fan, so give me an autograph!” he cheers. 

“No, Kokichi! Were you even listening to me?” 

He didn’t reply immediately for once, just watched you in an unsettling way. He even started twirling a strand of hair around his finger as he looked at you, and you started to feel self-conscious. You thought you’d gotten used to being watched, but yet again, it felt different coming from him. 

“Hmm, I guess I wasn’t… Well, if you won’t give me your autograph, then I want something else!” 

“What is it, now?” 

You sighed and rested your cheek on your hand, propping your elbow up on the desk and preparing yourself for whatever other ridiculous demand he’d come out with next.

“Give me your heart!” 

You almost fall out of your chair and scramble to hold onto the desk for dear life before incredulously staring at him. You could feel your face heating up, but you were sure it was just because he’d said something so unbelievably absurd.

“What did you say?” 

“I said, give me your heart,” Kokichi enunciated with a smile. “Do you need hearing aids? How come you didn’t hear it the first time?” His eyes reflected obsequious concern, and you frowned. 

“I heard you the first time! I just thought I heard wrong because you said something so– so weird. You know, your habit of lying and playing around with other people is going to get you in serious trouble someday.” 

Kokichi held up a hand and started examining his nails, shrugging. 

“I was being serious, though? This time, at least.”

You stared at him, unable to discern his true intentions or motives. 

“Kokichi, I–you’re just pulling my leg, right? Because if so, it’s not funny…” you trailed off, not sure what to even make of the current situation. On the off chance that he was being serious, you didn’t want to be dismissive, but after the past month of being teased and watching him trick and lie to other people like it was nothing, you couldn’t just take his words at face value. Especially when he said it so offhandedly. 

Kokichi clenched his fists and pouted, puffing up his pale cheeks. 

“Hey, don’t make me repeat myself! I tell the truth once in a while, you know! Don’t tell me you don’t believe me after I told you I was telling the truth already!” 

You blinked slowly, feeling your cheeks reddening. 

“Uh, then… What do you even mean by, ‘give me your heart?’ You want to date?” 

“No, silly,” he stuck his tongue out at you and rolled his eyes. “I want you to fall in love with me, duh! Come on, are you really so boring that you can’t even understand a figure of speech?” 

“I just didn’t expect it from you,” you quietly muttered. 

How did you feel about him, anyway? The past month suddenly felt like a blur–what had you even done the past month? You couldn’t quite remember, but whatever it was, it definitely felt like it was all memories filled with Kokichi’s presence, as infuriating as he could be sometimes. 

Then again, you knew he never truly meant any harm, and overall, you considered him–a classmate? No, that felt wrong after all the time you’d spent together for such a short span of a month. 

A friend. That felt so much more right, suited your relationships so much better.

You paused. 

“Wait a minute! You never even said that you liked me or anything. You just told me to fall in love with you!” you said, affronted by the realization. 

“Oops, you got me!” Kokichi snickered. “Well, if you insist, though I’m sure you get plenty of proclamations of love everyday as the Ultimate Celebrity.” 

He pulled out a flower from behind his back and thrusted it toward you with a big, innocent smile on his face. “I like you!” 

You facepalmed but plucked the flower from his hand begrudgingly.

“Somehow, that felt so disingenuous,” you complained. “Like it was just an afterthought. And you wondered why I didn’t believe you.” 

Kokichi poked your cheek, which had puffed a little without you even realizing. 

“Hey, don’t be so pessimistic after I told you I liked you! How can you have so many complaints about the Ultimate Supreme Leader liking you, huh? It should be your honor! A snap of my fingers, and I can have my thousands of underlings kneeling before you in seconds,” he boasted.

You gave him a look–you could just about see his nose growing longer for every lie coming out of his mouth.

“I doubt you have thousands of underlings,” you sighed. “Plus, this was so anticlimactic. I’m still pretty sure you just want to get my autograph.” 

Kokichi put a finger to his chin, thinking hard–or hardly thinking, it was always hard to tell with someone like him. 

“Well, do you need me to prove it? I’ll say I like you a thousand times! Here, why don’t I start now?” He opened his mouth wide and started chanting, “I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like-” 

You hastily slapped a hand over his mouth and fearfully glanced around the classroom. Luckily, everyone else was busy with their own conversations during lunchtime. 

“Stop that, you’re going to get everyone’s attention!” you grumbled. 

“Oh?” he chuckled as he pulled your hand from his mouth, and a look of delighted mischief sparkled in his eyes–a look, you now realize, of trouble. “You know what an even better way to get everyone’s attention is? Watch this!” 

And then, he leaned in and pressed his soft, pale lips to yours–but they were gone so soon, no sooner than you had realized they’d even touched you at all, too soon, in fact. You sat there in shock, face rapidly heating up; you were melting like butter in a hot pan, like ice under the summer sun, and you had no idea how to cope. 

Slowly, you brought your fingers to your lips, still staring at Kokichi, who had the smuggest little smile on his face. 

“You-!” 

“Did you like it? Should I kiss you again?” he licked his lips, smirking. “Here, hold still-” 

But before he could do anything else, he was interrupted by Kaito, who had grabbed onto his shoulders firmly with an uncontrollable blush on his face. Kaito could barely even look at you, instead fiercely glaring at Kokichi.

“What are you doing to them?! You didn’t even ask, and you’re in the damn classroom, Kokichi! Our entire class just saw that!” 

Kokichi stuck his tongue out at Kaito, struggling against Kaito’s hold on him.

“Yeah, and who cares? They didn’t say they didn’t like it. Right, [Name]?” He paused and waved his hand in front of your dazed face. “Hellooooo, Earth to [Name]?” 

You shook your head rapidly, trying to come back to your senses. Of all the things to happen today, you hadn’t expected to be kissed by Kokichi Ouma. Maybe just another plea for an autograph, and maybe a prank or two, but a kiss? And not only that, but you hadn’t expected yourself to like it so much. Or like him so much.

“No, I…” Still thoroughly startled, you glanced away, still blushing, only to notice that the entire class was practically staring at the two of you (and Kaito, now that he’d tried to intervene). Tenko had put her hands up over her eyes, except she’d parted her fingers, so she wasn’t actually blocking anything from sight as she blushed furiously. Meanwhile, Shuichi had dropped his egg roll onto his desk, and Gonta was trying to ask Miu what kissing was and what it meant. Angie was watching with fervent interest, and Maki seemed shocked you’d let him kiss you to begin with, judging by the murderous expression on her face. 

To hell with it, you decided. Let them watch. Most of your life as the Ultimate Celebrity was already watched, anyway. What was one more thing? 

“It’s my turn now,” you grinned. Kaito let go of him, seeming to notice the tension in the air. “Don’t move.” 

You leaned over the desk and with a finger, tilted his chin up toward you, watching the Adam’s apple of his slender neck bob nervously. 

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, not just once, not just twice, but three times. When you finally let go of him, you had the pleasure of seeing a thoroughly and truly bewildered look on his face for once; his eyes were blank, as if trying to process what had just happened, and a generous amount of pink had painted itself over his usually pale cheeks.

Kaito gave a wolf whistle and clapped, while the others started murmuring to each other.

“Nyeh�� Is this the power of the Ultimate Celebrity?” Himiko uttered in surprise. “Truly magic to be wary of…” 

“It’s not m-magic,” Tenko stuttered and flusteredly pointed at you. “It’s, it’s sorcery! They made Kokichi shut up for once in his life!” 

“No, no, this surely must be a divine act bestowed by Atua,” Angie crowed. 

“Did we want Kokichi to shut up that badly…?” Shuichi asks tentatively. 

“Yes.” Maki stabbed her pickled plum with scary precision. “Yes, we did.” 

Kaede tried to assuage everyone’s complaints.

 “Now, he’s not that bad…” 

“Well, I’m glad that pipsqueak shut up for once!” Miu exclaimed. 

“Yes, he’s an absolute menace,” Korekiyo agreed.

But the quiet Kokichi didn’t last for long–or at least, not as long as some of them hoped it would. He swiftly leapt up from his seat and pulled you up, too, before hug-attacking you. 

“Wow, I didn’t know you had it in you! From now on, you have to kiss me everyday,” he declared proudly. “And if you skimp, you have to give me an autograph!”

You pat him on the head, chuckling–his hair was so soft, you absent-mindedly thought to yourself. 

“Again with the autograph. You really are persistent,” you laughed. 

He pulled back for a moment and sweetly stared into your eyes. 

“But that’s what you like about me so much, right? Nishishi!” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you shrugged, but you could feel your cheeks warming up again. 

Kokichi leaned in close, the breath from his mouth tickling your ear.

“Just between you and me, though, I’d take your kisses over your autograph any day, so don’t forget~”

[luxuriq]

A Flower Frozen, His » Ch. 2 | Sub-Zero (Bi-Han)

[ 18+, minors DNI ; dom/sub, degradation, rough, third pov ]

Summary: An elite brothel, The Red Orchid, has sent six girls to their newest client: the Lin Kuei, an old warrior clan. But the brothel is just a front for a highly secretive group of spies, and their objective might be more than simply offering entertainment for the warriors: their target none other than the Grandmaster himself. How will the girls - especially their leader, codenamed Iris - navigate their dangerous mission, and what will happen if they get caught?

→ Reader character is named for clarity reasons, but it's still a reader character, not an OC.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | ...

Ch. 2 words: 2775

A/N: Alright, time for the first spicy act. (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ From this chapter onward, every chapter will include smut. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

It seemed like Bi-Han’s ice powers made the man frigid.

She laughed quietly when the thought crossed her mind. It has been several weeks since The Red Orchid began their work for the Lin Kuei, and no progress has been made regarding Operation Ice Blue. Nothing. Not even a simple and useless fact like how he’s like in bed, because he has not taken any of the girls to bed yet.

Iris sighed as she spelled out the last letter of her message and, without waiting for the ink to dry, folded the piece of paper. The message on it simply read, “Not even once.”

She was at a loss about how to proceed. The girls depended on her. To help them woo the Grandmaster. Madam Azalea depended on her. To gather useful information and finish this job. No matter how amazing of a performance the girls put up, no matter how many other warriors they went through; one of the girls even tried speaking to the Grandmaster directly, but he just kept ignoring them.

Iris gathered her purse and her fan, put the message into her hidden sleeve pocket, hopped into her shoes and left the chambers assigned to The Red Orchid. An informant lived in the nearby town, and she took care of delivering messages and instructions between Iris and Madam Azalea. The messages have been scarce considering the lack of progress, so Iris wasn’t too worried about raising suspicion when she occasionally took a trip to the town.

The girls’ chambers were at the outskirts of the Lin Kuei compound, and one could quickly reach the gate. Iris was busy brainstorming ideas on The Red Orchid’s next performance and was almost oblivious to her environment. Not that he made any sound, his footsteps silent on the cobbled path.

“Where do you think you’re going, slut?”

Iris froze mid-step. Even though the deep and commanding voice had never spoken to her directly before, she immediately recognized it, and it made her blood run cold.

There is no reason for him to suspect anything, crossed her mind as she composed herself.

She spun on her heel and immediately dipped her head into a low bow, “Grandmaster.”

Iris straightened back up, an easy-going smile on her face, and finally locked eyes with the handsome warrior standing in front of her.

“I’m going to the town to pick up some supplies for our contraceptive concoction. I’m the handler of The Red Orchid’s entertainers and I’m allowed to leave at any time. Those are our terms,” she explained in a calm way, her fan popping open with a flick of her wrist.

Bi-Han crossed his arms over his chest, and she couldn’t help but give his bulging biceps an appreciative once-over. The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei was pure sin on two legs.

“And what if you’re needed to perform your services?” he questioned, his voice low and emotionless.

“That is not my duty. I’m here to take care of the girls and represent Madam Azalea in any bureaucratic matters.”

It felt almost like a cartoonish lightbulb flicked on above her head as a daring idea came to her mind.

“Do you require my services, Grandmaster?” she continued. “My girls tell me you deny all their advances. Is something wrong? Do you not find our services satisfactory?”

Bi-Han let out a short, humourless laugh, “I am not interested in used goods.”

A spark of anger flared up inside Iris and the grip on her fan tightened. Those girls were extremely hard-working, kind, and loyal. He had no right to talk about them in such way just because of the nature of their work; Grandmaster and a client or not.

“Do not insult The Red Orchid. Our girls—”

“Or what?” Bi-Han interrupted her with a low growl and took a step forward. “Are you threatening me, whore handler?”

You’re a diplomat, Iris. Calm down and be respectful. Stroke his ego.

She took a deep breath, her expression relaxing and gaze lowering to the ground, “No, of course not, Grandmaster. But—”

Her eyes met his. Brown. A warm colour.

“Sex work is not the only thing we do. Please let one of our girls perform a private tea ceremony for you. It’s a great thing to do to wind down after a long day. Tomorrow after dinner. I’ll clear the schedule of any girl you want.”

He did not seem to care about performative arts, so maybe he cared about tradition.

Bi-Han was silent for a long moment.

“I want you to do it,” he said flatly, but there was a hint of challenge in his eyes.

“I’m—. Of course, Grandmaster, as you wish.”

*

Did she find Bi-Han terrifying? Yes. Did she also find him intriguing and weirdly attractive? That was true as well.

Iris was familiar with tea ceremony and has been a participant many times, but she’s never actually performed it. That night she recruited The Red Orchid girl who was an expert in performing the tea ceremony. And she practiced. All evening. The next morning. Until it was time to get ready for her meeting with the Grandmaster.

Almost her entire wardrobe consisted of traditional outfits, so it wasn’t hard to find something appropriate. She applied some light makeup and weaved some accessories into her hair. She wasn’t sure about Bi-Han’s preferences, but she had a hunch a more innocent, soft look might help rile him up.

Packing up the supplies for the tea ceremony, she headed to the little pavilion near the training grounds. The Lin Kuei compound was a mix of buildings, outside training grounds and gardens. Iris was quite familiar with the gardens as that was where she often took walks. She knew of the pavilion they’d agreed to meet at. Not too secluded, but it was partially obscured from the training ground’s direction. The official martial arts practice has ended for today, but there were many Lin Kuei warriors who would come out to train even in the afterhours.

She arrived before the Grandmaster. He was probably still at the mess hall having dinner. The Red Orchid girls had their meals in their rooms, separate from the clan, so Iris was able to grab a little bite earlier.

She had just set the last teacup in place, when she heard a soft sound of approaching footsteps on the gravel path. The source soon followed the sound and Bi-Han appeared from behind some hibiscus bushes, following the tiny garden path. All tall and handsome, sporting his signature blue warrior robe – sleeveless, so his delicious muscular arms were on full display, he was a sight to behold.

Iris quickly got onto her feet and bowed gracefully, “Grandmaster, good evening.”

“You’re awfully covered up for a whore,” he chuckled coldly as he made his way up the two stairs of the pavilion.

She chose to ignore his comment and instead sat down by the little table she had set up. She motioned for him to sit down on the other side of the table.

“I’m sorry I do not live up to your expectations, I’m just being respectful of the ceremony,” she said.

Bi-Han sat down on the opposite side of the table, his back perfectly straight, “Begin then.”

Iris took a deep breath to calm her racing heart, and then exhaled, willing all the stray thoughts to leave her mind. The ceremony itself was quite relaxing and she wanted to be in that mood from the start.

The warrior watched her carefully as she began to rinse the teapot and the teacups, a hint of vapor rising from the water. She picked up a dish with tea leaves and scooped them into the teapot. Pouring hot water over the leaves, she waited a few seconds and then poured it out, rinsing the leaves in the process. The second time she poured the water into the teapot, she left it there for good, starting the brewing process. She covered the teapot and continued pouring hot water over it, maintaining the temperature.

Bi-Han watched patiently, stoically. Iris was proud of herself for managing to keep her hands steady, not shaking under his cold gaze.

She let the tea brew, but her work was not yet over. With the remaining hot water, she rinsed the teacups again, warming them up in preparation for the tea. Now it was time to serve the tea. She filled the two teacups, set down the teapot, and carefully picked one of the cups up. Both hands on the teacup, she extended her arms and offered the tea to Bi-Han.

The Grandmaster reached for the offered teacup, his fingers briefly brushing against hers – the teacup simply too small to accomplish this exchange without touching. Iris quickly pulled her hands back to her lap, her heart skipping a beat at the soft touch. And it was cold. Bi-Han’s hands were so cold. So why was the sensation accompanying their brief exchange practically scorching.

She watched him carry the steaming cup of tea closer to his lips and take a slow sip. This was the first time she had a chance to really study his face and admire his strong jaw and cheekbones, the alluring curve of his lips, and the deep colour of his eyes. Bi-Han was a very handsome man and Iris could practically feel her cheeks heating up as she unwillingly imagined that face between her legs.

Bi-Han’s gaze slowly switched attention from the cup to her, and even though she expected that to happen at some point, she still blushed furiously, feeling like she was caught in the naughty act.

“Good,” he stated.

“What?” she chirped, maybe a little too loudly.

Bi-Han gave her a strange look, “The tea, it’s good.”

She nodded and grabbed her own teacup, “Thank you.”

The Grandmaster seemed like a man that rarely gave praise and Iris felt an overwhelming pride swelling in her chest.

She straightened up and said with a bit more confidence, “It’s a special blend. It should help you relax and sleep well tonight.”

“Are you sure it’s not a special blend that will make me go crazy with desire for you?” Bi-Han taunted.

Her eyes widened, “E-excuse me?”

He chuckled coldly, “I thought you wanted me to take you to bed; you or maybe another whore, since you keep offering them to me.”

Iris took a sip of her tea, taking extra few seconds to think, “Whether you use our services or not, we are getting paid handsomely by the clan to just be here. I guess it’s a waste of money on your part then.”

Bi-Han’s gaze darkened, “Are you questioning my leadership?”

She knew she was playing a very dangerous game when she shrugged and said, “Well, it wasn’t you who hired The Red Orchid—”

In a matter of seconds, Bi-Han was on his feet and across the table, his movements fast but graceful – predatory. His hand grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head, forcing her to look up at him.

“Silence, whore,” he snarled, his face coming dangerously close to hers. “I’ll take what we paid for then.”

Iris’ heart was racing and so were her thoughts. This was it, a chance to get closer to him, get in a better position to spy on him. But it was not supposed to be her – she was the handler, she forwarded the information, not gathered it. Besides, she’d only ever lain with women.

“I-I’m not one of the entertainers, I’m not the best at the art of pleasuring a man,” she warned meekly.

“Good. All you must do is keep your mouth open and I’ll do the rest,” he said darkly.

His other hand moved to his crotch, undoing his pants. She stared, wide-eyed, as he pulled out his half-hard cock. Even in this state, it was already impressive, and Iris had a tough time imagining how she could fit it anywhere when it was fully erect. He gave it a few quick pumps and it eagerly responded to his touch.

Bi-Han’s grip on her hair was unyielding. Even while keeping her head perfectly still, she could feel the burning sensation of the pull. It made her feel … excited?

“Open,” Bi-Han commanded, his girthy cock now inches away from her lips.

Slowly, cautiously, she parted her lips, her eyes flicking between the Grandmaster’s face and his impressive member. A droplet of pre-cum had gathered on its pink tip. He bucked his hips, the tip of his cock hitting her lips and smearing the pre-cum around.

“I said open, whore,” Bi-Han growled and pulled on her hair harshly.

She opened her mouth to cry out in pain, but all that accomplished was a mouthful of dick. It was too sudden, too deep – it made her cough and gag. Bi-Han held her there for a few more seconds, then finally pulled her off his dick.

“C’mon now, we barely even started,” he mocked her as she was catching her breath.

“Can you … go slower,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse.

Bi-Han pushed his cock against her lips again, “No. Now be a good whore and take what you’re given.”

Iris opened her mouth wider this time, and even though Bi-Han was still rough and fast when pushing it in, she was at least expecting it. He stopped when he was halfway in and then immediately pulled all the way out. He repeated the motion, once, twice, harder each time, pushing deeper. Her mouth was already taking all it could, yet he was barely halfway in. Saliva was gathering in the corners of her mouth and all she could do was let it dribble down her chin.

Bi-Han pulled on her hair again, tilting her head back even more. On the next thrust, his cock pushed deeper into her throat, and she started coughing and choking violently again. He pulled back, but not fully, then rammed in again. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to catch her breath, saliva dripping down her chin freely.

“You look so pathetic,” Bi-Han commented coldly. “You can barely take my cock, what a useless slut.”

Iris’ face was already red from exertion, but she blushed an even deeper colour after hearing his degrading words.

Bi-Han kept thrusting deep, continuously hitting the back of her throat, and all she could do was try and focus on her breathing. Her jaw hurt and her face was stained with tears and drool, her make-up completely ruined. But there was also a wicked kind of pleasure that she was getting from being treated like this, and she squeezed her legs together several times during the act.

She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth now and she knew he was getting close. Bi-Han readjusted his grip on her hair, holding her head instead, and pushed her closer into his crotch. Iris let out a pathetic whine when his thick cock hit the back of her throat and then remained there, the Grandmaster keeping her close.

Several seconds passed. Being this close to him, she could feel a chill in the air surrounding him.

Bi-Han suddenly yanked her head back, pulling her off his cock that was dripping with her saliva, and grabbed it with his hand. He gave it a few quick pumps, breathing heavily, and then grunted as he spilled all over her face. His cum landed on her cheeks, her chin, and her lips, completing her messy, used look.

The Grandmaster’s breathing was still a bit faster than usual, his gaze hazy as he continued to hold her there, staring down at her. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lower lip, getting a taste of his release. Salty. Cold.

“Slut,” Bi-Han grunted as he watched her lick up his cum. And he watched her eagerly.

Then he finally let go of her hair and took a step back, quickly fiddling with his pants.

Iris was still in a daze after what had just transpired. She could also feel the unmistakable wetness between her legs, which only further fuelled the delicious feeling of embarrassment. She just let a man treat her like a mere toy, just a mouth that he could get off on.

“I have changed my mind,” Bi-Han said hoarsely, his member already covered up, the Grandmaster himself looking as composed as always. “Bring one of your whores to my chambers tomorrow. I expect a better service than today.”

That made Iris perk up.

“Yes, Grandmaster,” she bowed, her voice still a bit raspy.

Operation Ice Blue could officially begin.

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I have like 5 wips and 266263 ideas for Cole fics or AUs someone help me

[doorlene]

strategy ...

"so, how long have you been shagging mckinnon?"

dorcas, who was just innocently watching the gryffindor team practice, nearly fell face first onto the pavement. as she hastily rearranged the brooms she knocked over, she turned to glare at her friend.

pandora quirked an eyebrow, "what? is it the other way?"

"no, you arse," dorcas exclaimed. "i was just- i was only watching her team practice. to observe... their... strategy and all that. as my team's captain."

"yeah, i'm pretty sure that's not allowed."

"and i'm pretty sure you're not allowed in the slytherin locker room. out, rosier."

mischievously chuckling as dorcas ushered her out of the room, pandora mused, "i'm just saying, you appeared a bit too focused on their star chaser."

"out."

[dolluxe-arts]

whumptober day 1

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

When they got back down to the ship – well, when they crashed back down to the ship – Rooster could hardly feel his limbs out of terror. He couldn’t quite brace himself for the net to catch them and stop them so abruptly, and his head slammed first into Mav’s seat and then the back of his own. 

It wouldn’t even register, though, because suddenly he was on the ground, or something like it, and he was climbing out of the plane. And then there were so many hands, grabbing onto him and in his hair and pulling him down and pushing him through the crowd. 

Then amazing, beautiful, wonderful Phoenix was in front of him and he never wanted to let go of the hug she pulled him into. But then she’s letting go and stepping back and then he’s turning and then there’s Jake. 

Jake Seresin is right there. 

Jake Seresin, Hangman, golden eye of Apollo and flying prodigy of Hermes, is right in front of him after saving his life and he’s putting out his hand as if Bradley doesn’t want to crash into his arms. 

But he doesn’t. He takes a step back and shakes Hangman’s hand and trades goddamn quips. 

And the adrenaline is so high, and then he’s being turned around again and now it’s his uncle in front of him and this time Bradley does crash into his arms. 

Bradley kind of blacks out after that. It’s dizzying, the commotion and celebration and camaraderie. At some point he looks up and he’s in a hallway, being ushered along with Mav and Jake to God-knows-where.

Turns out it was the infirmary, because now there’s a medic in front of him shining a light in his eyes and saying that he doesn’t have a concussion. 

The same medic, minutes or hours later, is signing a paper and shoving a pen in Bradley’s hand and then he’s out the door with a cheerful, “You’re cleared!” 

And suddenly Rooster’s in a dark hallway all alone, and it’s the first silence he’s heard in days. 

It’s broken by his own bootsteps as he shuffles towards what he assumes is his bunk. The ship would still be on the water until the next day, and it felt important to lie down. Or at least take off his shoes. Stumbling through the ship was getting embarrassing, even if he was alone. Really, when did this ship get so unstable?

He reached his door after only getting turned around once, which he counted a success. He heard shuffling behind the door and figured Bob had gotten tired of the rec rooms and come back to their bunks. 

Upon opening the door, though, he was met with both the first and last person he ever wanted to see. 

“Seresin? Fuck are you doing?” 

Jake seemed startled, like it wasn’t Bradley’s fucking room that he was poking around in. For whatever reason. 

“Uhh, I sleep here?”

“No you–this is my room!” Bradley stopped short because as he looked around it dawned on him. It wasn’t Bradley’s fucking room. And the walls just kept fucking swimming and the floor kept fucking tilting and now Bradley was confused. 

And then he was swaying forward just a little too fast and Jake rushed forward. It was almost ironic, considering not even six hours ago Bradley had wanted to crash into Jake’s arms. Now he really was crashing.

“Rooster! Shit! I gotcha, come on, sit down, what the hell…” Jake was basically shoving Bradley onto the lower bunk, and he sat down with less grace than was appropriate for a grown man used to being on a ship. Everything was spinning, and he finally registered the pounding at his temples and the pain in the back of his skull.

Jake squatted down in front of Bradley and waved in front of his face. 

“Bradley, do you know where you are right now?” 

“Well I’m trying to be in cabin 354. With Bob, not some fucking white knight.” 

Jake’s face pinched like he wanted to laugh but was too worried. “White knight? No, actually, not the important thing. You’re in cabin 345. Close enough.” 

Bradley’s eyes were getting heavier with the conversation, and the pain in his head was getting nearly overwhelming. And he was already on a bed… 

“Hey, no! Do not lie in my bed! Bradshaw! What the hell is wrong with you?” Jake was starting to get more frustrated than worried. 

“Nnnnghhh…” was the only answer he got from Bradley. 

“No, no, open your eyes. If you have a concussion I am not letting you die in my bed.” 

“That’s a myth, dumbass.” Bradley opened his eyes.

“You’re awake enough to call me a dumbass but not enough to find your own damn room?” 

Still lying, Bradley gave a half-hearted shrug. 

“Ok, then how many fingers am I holding up?” Jake held up two- no maybe four? No, it was definitely two going back and forth. 

“Three?” 

“So you definitely have a concussion, then. Come on, we’re going back to the nurses.” Jake grabbed Rooster around the waist and yanked him off the bed and to his feet.

“Fuck, Hangman, ow.” 

“I did not risk getting court-martialed to save your ass from fucking 5th Gen fighters just for you to drop dead in my fucking cabin.” 

“That’s still a myth.” 

“Not the fucking point!”

[baybaysbaybay]

🐍Seven Sentence Sunday🐍

I was tagged by @jeysbvck 🫶

Probably a few more than 7 uwu

Ola shook her head as she calmly knocked on the door, she looked around the hall before her gaze was ripped back as the door opened and there the devil stood himself. Randy peered down at her with his brow raised slightly,

“Where have you been?” He muttered out as Ola rolled her eyes and squeezed her way past him, brushing against his chest. “I had a meeting with creative. They had some ideas for me, that's all.” She gave a lame shrug as she looked around with a confused look. “Where the hell are Cody and Ted?” She frowned slightly as he closed the door and stepped towards her again. Goddamn she always forgot how short she was, especially compared to him. She studied him silently as he walked past her and sat by his bag. He moved like a panther stalking his prey, every step was calculated and you could see the muscles flex under his skin. Had he toned up more? His thighs looked bigger, if that was even possible. 

“They went to dinner.” She blinked as he finally answered her, it wasn’t the time to get distracted by him. “Right…why didn’t you go with them?” She was genuinely confused, they usually went together and it wasn’t like they needed her to be there. 

Randy looked up from his bag slowly, making Ola freeze. God talking to him lately even made her nervous. His blue eyes were darker than normal before he looked back down, “I wasn’t really hungry and Cody mentioned you had to hang back so I offered to stay.” She nodded dumbly, “Right….well..” She used her thumb to point to the door, “I’ll wait outside while you get dressed so we can go…?”

No pressure tag(s): @daddywrasslin

[alaskan-wallflower]

Chapter 1: Beginning.

Tw: none

Reminder that this is my OC, I know it may be cringe but I really don’t give a shit.

Running. It’s used to that. I was in a constant state of paranoia. When would it come next? When would be the next time that my unhinged magic went off the rails? With magic like mine, one would always be in a constant state of fear. Who could blame me? No matter how I felt, it would always have a consequence.

I guess I should clarify, shouldn’t I?

My name is Bambi. Bambi Blair. Or, in other words, Bambi the Unhinged. I am a mage. More specifically, a Shekori. We were born like anyone else, except we had magic. Inherited from our parents. Most Shekori had normal magic. Pyrokenisis. Hydrokinesis. Telepathy. Stuff like that. Everyone had two powers; one from each parent. We would go to magic training to better manage our abilities. We were grouped together based by power. Elemental control was a espérate class. Any powers having to do with animals were grouped together. Illusionists and other mind altering powers were grouped together. We could all turn into our “100% Shekori form”, which would come once the Trials of the Mage” took place at the age of sixteen, which was nearing for me in a few mere months.

With hat out of the way, that sounds great, right? Life in the forest, magic, training…but it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Especially not for me. So what were my powers exactly?

Weather control and size manipulation. That in itself doesn’t sound too bad, right?

Wrong. My mother had been cursed from the day she fell pregnant with me. She had disrespected her parents’ wishes and married my father. As a punishment, her parents had sworn that her first child would be a beast. A beast beyond her control. And she was right.

The moment I was born, I had caused nothing but rain for weeks. Our crops died. Our rivers overflowed. Our soil grew muddy and impossible to even walk in. It only grew worse from there. Whenever I was mad, I would storm and cause wildfires. When I was too happy, I caused droughts. When I was scared, I caused winds so strong it nearly pulled trees up from the roots. It wasn’t just outside either. I would rain and storm inside too. Similarly, I couldn’t always control the size of myself, nor others around me. When I was mad, I would grow. When I was sad or scared, I would shrink. Gods forbid I were to touch something or someone in such a state. It had happened before. It didn’t end well.

It didn’t help that there were enemy tribes that surrounded us on all sides. Most didn’t like us Shekori. We were seen as cunning and deceptive. Even if that wasn’t true for the most part, it held true in some regards. Many years ago, we weren’t like this. We had a very strong bond with many creatures, primarily the Drow Elves of Zaron. But our king had grown greedy, and had snuck into their kingdom and stolen the Stick of Truth for themselves from the Elven Queen at that time, Queen Cleo. Ever since, we had been sworn enemies with them.

My tale had been told across the lands. Word had spread that a Wicked Witch had been born, and had been the cause of all the misfortune and distraction across lands. I didn’t go to magic school like the other kids. My mother, the weather mage, had tried to teach me. My father tried to teach me to control my size manipulation. I wa better at the latter, but I still had slip ups.

I knew I was unhinged. I knew I wasn’t the most loved mage But nothing. Nothing could prepare me for what would happen next…

Note: I know this is shitty, I write it on the bus at 6:30-but I hope you enjoy? I’m gonna make a separate blog for this series/my other OC fics. LMK if you guys are interested or have any questions about Bambi ^^

Lux out!

[lux-ishii]

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: T Relationships: Din Djarin/Bo-Katan Kryze Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Din Djarin, Grogu | Baby Yoda Additional Tags: Talking, Feelings, Feelings Realization, Love Confessions, Bo-Katan Kryze Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Gestures Summary:

Bo tries to ask Din why he gave her the Darksaber, but their conversation didn't go as she planned.

Happening after Chapter 22 "Guns for Hire"/S03E06

[luxpurplishgreen]

Read the comments people. They're gold 😂

Extremely displeased to announce I just opened my writing doc to find the fic has not yet written itself. Will check back in tomorrow to see if it’s made any progress

[momhwaissues]

I'm probably late to the party, but the red flag song got stuck in my head again because of the clock app and I couldn't help but imagine:

College!AU where fratboy!Jisung looses a bet to his roommate changbin and has to go on a dinner date with goth!Minho. The catch? Minho has a reputation of ✨️traumatizing men(derogatory)✨️ for funzies >:3c

So for the entirety of the date minho goes gleefully over the most atrocious topics to try and weird out a progressively more squirmish jisung.

At the same time, a very worried jisung finds himself confused about how on earth could he find the boy in front of him cute as he talks about a movie where a german doctor sew 3 people ass to mouth? There must be something really wrong with him, that adorable goth could very well murder him on their way back home, make disturbing articles of clothing out of his skin... And the thought of his deranged expression is making him horny???

There are so many alarm bells ringing inside his head by the end of their dinner that jisung just assumes they are the angels from heaven's choir signaling minho's presence as his last grace before he leaves this earth. He isn't complaining tho, what a wonderful way to go, underneath that gorgeous man :')

On the other hand, minho gets more and more exasperated as the himbo in front of him gives no sign of tapping out in terror like the others. His list of topics is running short and if anything the guy seems ready to drop to his knees and beg for his cock, with big brown eyes and flushed cheeks.

(Obviously, the whole point of the bet was for binnie to get the room for himself and felix, but that I'll leave for another time)

[luxexhomines]

christmas shopping

Alright, so I know Christmas passed and all, but I thought I'd share this old work anyway to serve as both posting writing and also as a mini-announcement here!

I received two requests already, so thank you for your support, even though it's been a long time! I'm working on the first one already, although it's looking really rough, ahaha. I won't close requests yet since there's only two.

This work is actually from November 2020, if you can believe it, but I never posted it because a.) it felt unfinished and b.) I had actually intended to write it as a birthday present for Solar @\solarwhisper. But I never finished it and felt sorry about it, so it was never sent or posted... Anyway, this is a Kokichi x Reader (PG) short one-shot!

“Wake up! Wake up!” 

You feel an overbearing pressure on your midriff as you try to get your bearings, still half-asleep and wanting to go back to sleep, wrapped in fluffy blankets. Your eyes slowly peel open a crack, and a familiar silhouette comes into view. 

“...Kokichi?” You mumble and shut your eyes again. “What are you doing?” 

You can almost see his grin as he laughs and shakes you ruthlessly. You’re not sure when you last became close enough with Kokichi to be shaken as he sits on you or when Kokichi even managed to get into your room, but you’re not too concerned. It’s Kokichi, after all. Now, if only you could get back to sleep… 

“No, no going back to sleep!” Small, not to mention cold, hands pat your cheeks repeatedly. “It’s time to wake up! Come on, lazybones. It’s already 10 am. We have places to go, things to do, people to see!” 

You grumble discontentedly and unsuccessfully attempt to roll over on your bed. Kokichi is too heavy for you to do so, even if he’s a tiny boy. All you end up achieving is turning your face to the side. 

“Leave me alone. I didn’t make any plans with you. I need my sleep. I was up late doing work…” 

Then, you hear him sniff quietly. Uh-oh. Disaster number one was about to head your way. In a flash, you shoot upright and slap a hand over his open mouth just as he’s preparing to let loose a piercing wail that you were sure your neighbors would hear. You glare at him as his purple eyes stare back, seemingly smug despite how firmly your hand was clapped over his mouth. That mouth could do horrible, horrible things, and it wasn’t restricted to only telling lies and emitting sonic cries. You weren’t keen on finding out what else it could do. 

“Enough! I’m awake. What do you want, Kokichi?” 

You let your hand fall from his mouth and instead cover your own as you yawn sleepily. Kokichi huffs as he sits with his legs resting over yours. The bedding does nothing to lessen the impact of him weighing on you, and you reach over, gracelessly pushing him off of you. 

“Using brute force this early in the morning?” he pouts, but he looks positively delighted as his purple eyes sparkle brightly. “Anyway, now that you’re awake, don’t tell me you forgot all about the promise we made to go Christmas shopping together for gifts!” 

You frown, yawning yet again. 

“I didn’t make any promise to go Christmas shopping with you.” 

Kokichi’s eyes grow big and wet, and he purses his lips indignantly. 

“You forgot! We promised, we really did. You said you’d help me look for Christmas gifts this season because I can never find good gifts. I’m usually too busy carrying out my Ultimate Supreme Leader duties, after all,” he asserts. 

You shake your head adamantly. 

“I didn’t promise you anything.” 

He knocks himself on the head with a fist, making a silly expression with a wink and sticking out his tongue. 

“Whoopsie! I mean, maybe that was a little white lie but…” He suddenly has his arm hooked around yours. “Now we have a promise! Go Christmas shopping with me today, alright?” He points at your calendar, which is chaotically hanging askew on a tiny hook on the right wall of your room. “You don’t have anything today! You’re free all day,” he sings triumphantly. 

You have the urge to promptly kick him out, but instead you pinch the bridge of your nose to mitigate your incoming headache. 

“It’s like that because I planned today to rest,” you emphasize the last word, hoping to get through to him. “I need this day to be free, or I won't survive the rest of the week.” 

But he doesn’t give in. 

“Going Christmas shopping with me is like being free,” he claims proudly without a shred of guilt, a barefaced lie. “You’ll have so much fun you’ll forget all about all your worries and stress. Come on,” he begs with shining eyes.

How did his eyes sparkle like that? Did god sprinkle glitter in Kokichi’s eyes when he made Kokichi? You brush away your thoughts and try to get back to the topic at hand.

“Yeah… No.” You send him a disapproving look. “I know you’ll drag me to every store and tire me out before lunch, and then make me carry all your bags for you as you run around the place without a care in the world.” 

“Aww, how did you know?” he sulks. “Still, it has to be you. Gonta’s good for carrying things, but not much else. And Shuichi has zero stamina, so he’ll be tired after we go to maybe two stores. Plus, there’s no way I could convince anyone else to come with me. Maybe Kaede, but I’ll probably get a life lesson and lecture if I have her come with me.”

You stare at him, trying to figure out what his motive was, anyway. 

“Are you seriously just asking me to go Christmas shopping with you? Nothing else? What do you want from me, anyway? I’m not as strong as Gonta, and I doubt I can give as much advice on gifts as Shuichi or Kaede.” 

He just grins and puts a finger to his lips playfully. 

“Hm, I wonder? What do I want from you?” He jumps off your bed sprightly and skips to the door. “Anyway, be out of your room in ten. We’re going to the mall!” 

Before you can object another time, he goes out and shuts the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts and an unfortunate time restriction that gives you little time to tidy yourself up. Sighing, you clamber out of your bed, resigned, and start sifting through your clean clothes. It was going to be a long day with Kokichi at your side.

Even so, you can’t deny he’d indeed sparked your curiosity, and when it came to satiating it, Kokichi never disappointed. Excitement simmered in your chest just below the surface of your weariness. There was something to look forward to, even if you weren’t sure what it was yet. And boy, was it something.

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A Flower Frozen, His » Ch. 1 | Sub-Zero (Bi-Han)

[ 18+, minors DNI ; dom/sub, degradation, rough, third pov ]

Summary: An elite brothel, The Red Orchid, has sent six girls to their newest client: the Lin Kuei, an old warrior clan. But the brothel is just a front for a highly secretive group of spies, and their objective might be more than simply offering entertainment for the warriors: their target none other than the Grandmaster himself. How will the girls - especially their leader, codenamed Iris - navigate their dangerous mission, and what will happen if they get caught?

→ Reader character is named for clarity reasons, but it's still a reader character, not an OC.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | ...

Ch. 1 words: 1090

A/N: I've recently been introduced to MK1 and Bi-Han stole my heart in an instant. I mean I should be thanking him, he got me to write again after like 3 years. ( 〃▽〃)

Chapter 1

The Red Orchid was famous for being the best establishment of its kind. Even though their name was known only to people in very specific circles, they’ve earned a nation-wide reputation for their excellent services and discretion. While most brothels offered their entertainment at the location, The Red Orchid specialized in providing long-term and at-home services for their clients. That is why their primary clientele were wealthy individuals and groups, politicians, the emperors of old and even the Earthrealm’s protectors, a warrior clan of Lin Kuei.

She carefully applied some red lipstick as the final touch to the girl’s beautiful, painted face. Just enough to elevate her already natural beauty, and enough to make the girl’s lips visible through the veil, which was coming last and would complete her look.

“And you are ready!” she nodded at the girl in front of her with a smile.

They both stood up. Their preparations were complete.

The Red Orchid offered one more service, one not known to anyone outside their walls. It was only accessible through their sister establishment that served as a false front. They offered information. For the right price of course.

All five girls were perfectly dolled-up, each one in a differently coloured outfit that complemented their body, showing a bit more than appropriate, but still just enough to tease and not reveal. She gave all of them a final once-over and then nodded in satisfaction. They were ready.

She picked up her red fan, which matched her outfit, and opened it with a flick of her wrist. She looked at the girls again.

“Let’s do Madam A proud.”

Madam Azalea was the current headmistress of The Red Orchid. She was a stern but fair woman that took great pride in her work. So even when the nearly impossible request for information came in, she accepted it. Her girls were trained extremely well, and she had her complete faith in them. However, Operation Ice Blue required her best.

“You want us to gather information on who?” the girl with the fan stared at Madam Azalea in bewilderment.

The older woman let out a long puff of smoke, “You’ve heard me, Iris. The Lin Kuei have already requested a group of our girls. Reward for their warriors or something. The opportunity is too great to pass up.”

Iris tightened the grip on her fan. “It is going to be dangerous.”

Madam Azalea brought a slender pipe to her mouth and inhaled deeply, “That is why I’m sending in our very best. And you are going to lead them.”

When Iris walked out onto the makeshift stage, she was momentarily blinded by the lights. She could hear the voices though: men cheering loudly and excitedly. She stopped in the middle of the stage, the lower half of her face hidden behind her red fan. She could see them now, dozens of the famous Lin Kuei warriors, assembled in front of the stage to witness the reveal of the entertainers that The Red Orchid provided specifically for them. All of them tall and muscular, born warriors. She even spotted some women among the crowd.

“Thank you for your warm welcome, warriors of Lin Kuei!” she called. “I am Iris, the handler of The Red Orchid’s entertainers, here on behalf of Madam Azalea. Please enjoy the performance.”

She folded her fan with a loud snapping sound and pulled a silver flute out of the long sleeve of her traditional-looking outfit. As she began to play, the remaining five girls walked on stage and began their dance performance.

Handlers were The Red Orchid’s staple. They refused to just send their girls off without any kind of support. The handlers were there to take care of the girls’ well-being, emotional and physical, and to settle any kind of disagreements between the clients and The Red Orchid entertainers. Moreover, they relayed the information gathered by the spies back to The Red Orchid. As Madam Azalea’s heir, Iris was the headmistress’ most trusted handler and spy, so naturally she was her first choice for Operation Ice Blue. The young woman also had experience in martial arts, but both knew that Iris would be no match for the Lin Kuei.

“Not much is known about the Grandmaster, except for his exceptional fighting abilities. Any kind of information we can get is going to be valuable.”

Iris stared at the hastily taken photo of the Lin Kuei’s Grandmaster as she listened to Madam Azalea’s instructions. He was scowling at something outside of the frame and his height and stature made him downright terrifying, but she couldn’t help to notice how handsome he was. Wooing him to bed will be quite a treat.

“His routine, his favourite food, the people important to him, any kind of weakness, anything could be important and sold for a good price, hell, tell us even how he is in bed.”

The performance ended with a thunderous applause and cheering coming from the gathered Lin Kuei.

“Dahlia!” Iris called the first girl’s name, and the latter took a step forward and bowed. “Astra!” She called all the girls on by one, presenting them to the audience. “Camellia! Peony! Jasmine!”

So far, everything was going according to the plan, and the girls performed wonderfully, singing and dancing in the most graceful and alluring way. Iris hoped the rest of the mission was going to go just as smoothly.

The girls started leaving the stage one by one, Iris being the last. Just before she walked off the podium and behind a makeshift stage curtain, she glanced at the crowd. She had spotted him immediately back when she first walked on stage. Just the amount of power and confidence he was exuding made him stand apart from the rest of the warriors. He was wearing his signature blue uniform, his hair tied in a bun with some lose strands falling onto his forehead. His stare was cold, unimpressed, even after their performance. And it was directed at her.

A shiver ran down her spine and Iris quicky averted her gaze, rushing down the two stairs into the backstage area. Her heart was beating fast. She had hoped the rest of the mission was going to go just as smoothly, but that suddenly felt like a distant dream. It is going to be dangerous, Madam Azalea’s words replayed in her mind. It was going to be so damn dangerous when the target of your spying mission is none other than the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei himself.

Bi-Han.

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Love this guy!

But since I have Danny Phantom brainrot: This is a great idea for a new ghost OC.

Bram Stoked - the cheerful vampire themed ghost who either loved the whole vampire idea so much that he became Like This as a ghost (the ultimate Dracula fan who was a crazy LARPer before it was even invented. Look, autism spectrum people isn't a new thing), or he was actually some type of vampire and is so cheerful since he now is free from the bloodlust and most limitations vampires suffer from (he can go out in the sun again! Eat a well done steak with garlic bread! That's why he comes to the living world). No one knows which story is true. Stoked isn't telling.

Best friend with Amorpho - they're equally fond of drama. Drives Vlad up the wall by simply existing. Especially since people now starts saying that Plasmius clearly is the inferior vampire ghost.

Bram Stoked! The most optimistic undead person you’ll meet!

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𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭

lily doesn't know why, but she loves her sister. why shouldn't she? affection towards one's sibling isn't supposed to be questioned... right? right. petunia doesn't punch her in the stomach, nor drag her through mud. but she was mean. petunia would look at lily, and she would feel her lungs and stomach and heart curl up into itselves and cry. petunia would always look at her as if she did something wrong. petunia was mean.

lily hates saying it, because it's tuney. tuney's always been the grumpier one, but she was never mean. or at least, until lately.

lily loves her sister. lily loves petunia. tuney.

lily loves petunia the most, but also loathes her the most. she dreads seeing her face when she gets off the train, though she can't help but feel the warmth of the familiarity of her eyes. sisters were supposed to fight, but lily felt like they were a war. they were equals, but petunia acted as though she were better, and lily had an awful, gnawing suspicion that she wasn't. petunia was evil. mean, evil, not better.

lily hates petunia. and loves her. she misses her. she wanted to walk into her sister's room and drown her and hug her. she wanted her sister back.

[baybaysbaybay]

Can my smut not be fuckin 10 pages all the time? 😭😭 Fuckin hell