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Spectral Tiger

GN!Reader × Invisible M!Yan OC

Part 1~

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MINORS DNI

CW: G/N Reader, reader is a sub, reader referred to as they/them, teasing, sexual themes, public nudity, long part lots of little mini jumps, not proofread, slower burn, still no smut!! <3

“You sure you aren’t just some creep? I mean you bumped into me… Naked. I feel like i have to re shower now.” You wrap your arms around yourself, “Why didn’t you just say something sooner?”

“That was not on purpose, as I explained before, I was simply waiting until I could figure out my next steps.” He sighs, your floor creaks as he presumably paces, “I’ve never inter-dimensionally traveled before, let alone unexpectedly, please forgive that i’m a little out of my element.” he sounds earnest.

With a little more worry on your bottom lip you respond more thoughtfully this time, “Right, that would actually make sense… Its hard to discredit you right now too, since you’re actually invisible like right in front of me.”

Now it’s your turn to sigh.

“Okay we’ll, how do we hide that you’re, you know, not visible at all without making you wear a full on suit?”

“I’m assuming you have masks in this realm.”

“I am not walking around with a freak in a mask.”

“I could just stay naked, then we won’t have to worry about anyone seeing me.” he says simply.

“Absolutely not.”

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Your eyes are wide and you’re completely silent.

He has a really nice body.

Like insanely nice.

He’s tall, and lean, with a wider upper body and a model waistline. His posture exudes comfort and a calm coolness. Good gods. he was sculpted by them for sure.

You pick your jaw off of the floor.

the only stupid thing is the poorly crafted wolf mask you have on his head… You bite your thumbnail…

“Well, how’s this freak in a mask look~? I kinda like your fashion over here.” He spins around to see all angles of himself in the mirror. The regular clothes at this store are actually pretty cute, he found some baggier pants that cinch at the ankles, with straps and chains that he instantly picked out, along with a feminine fit T from the movie scream.

It really hugs his figure and shows off his physique.

You’re blowing gaskets left and right trying to focus on other things, sat on the pouf in the corner of the family changing room.

You had told the spirit halloween employee you’d like a lot of room. They weren’t busy so they happily obliged. You also had to call work and tell them you’d be running late, and since you have a good track record (and a high position) they’re only giving you a warning.

You sigh, a little annoyed, and a little anxious by how hot he is. “You look fine.” it comes out sour on your tongue, to witch he chuckles.

“You look cute~” he finger guns you.

Yet another sigh escapes you, although this one is more of a groan, and through gritted teeth you simply say, “Let’s just go.”

Awkwardly, you pay for everything while trying not to freak out, imagining that everyone thinks you’re a couple of weirdos. At least it’s close to halloween. Another small blessing.

~

You debate leaving him in the car with the ac on… In his stupid dog mask he’d be like a little puppy, you’d put one of those “the music is playing and the ac is on” signs in the window.

Giggling to yourself, he pulls you back to reality with “May I become privy to the joke?”

“MaY i bEcOmE pRiVy?!” You bust out laughing what the fuck dimension did he come from? a Shakespearean one? “Sorry, sorry. I was just thinking of locking you in my car for the day.”

His head turns and he stops abruptly, but you quicken your pace, head tilted high into the air, a satisfied smirk on your face. “What?” You ask innocently.

You end up taking a zoober, driving in the city makes you a little anxious, since you live more on the outskirts in a nice gated district.

Luckily they don’t even really spare a glance back at you or your masked companion.

That doesn’t help your anxiety in the slightest however.

On the way he “ooo”’s and “aaah”’s at electronic billboards and screens on buildings. He must be from a time that’s slightly behind yours.

~

So far the only people asking about him once you get to the office are curious, and infatuated co workers, cant blame them.

As long as your boss doesn’t come in toda-

Here he comes.

straight to your office as always, his favorite little employee.

You try as hard as you can to shrink or become one with your chair, or both at once desperately.

“Well now, Y/N, who’s this? A client?”

“Not exactly,” Jack can just pull up your files and quickly deduce that this man is not in fact, a client, so it’s no use lying about that… “He’s a friend, that just flew in, i didn’t want to leave him alone in a hotel or at my place on his first day so i brought him here.” It flies out almost too naturally.

“Well hey there, friend,” He may as well of spat the word in his covered face. “What’s up with the mask?” the way his demeanor changed so fast would’ve given you whiplash if you weren’t used to Jacks mood swings and personality shifts.

“He’s a little high profile, Jack. You know, cant be seen in public type, or he might get noticed and he’s trying not to let that happen.”

“Shouldn’t I get to know who he is since I’m housing him here at this moment,” He leans on the door frame.

“Nope. Sorry, and you’re not ‘housing’ him” you throw up air quotes, “he’s just visiting”

He leaves slightly huffy but he thankfully dropped it, probably not wanting to look even worse in front of a possible celebrity.

You click your tongue.

“He’s so into you,” Zharu leans back in the red chair he’s claimed for himself, one leg crossed over the other.

“Ew no he’s just my boss.” You type nonsense into the keyboard.

“You aren’t even typing words, Y/N” he announces it the way Jack did and your face warms embarrassedly. “So what are we doing after this?” He sits up and surprisingly turns the Tv off.

“Shut up, you don’t even know what typing is. And were going to a rehearsal,” most of your family doesn’t show up, so he should be safe to come… But a mask would be extremely inappropriate… “Fuck… Looks like you’re going out naked today after all”

How could you possibly get him anything that would be even remotely close to appropriate with his entire body covered. Especially with so little time, a full body cast is out of the question!

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

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You are more than acutely aware of how he is fully naked in a seat right next to you. And from earlier when he bumped into you you are aware of the fact that he has a rather decent package…

It’s too hot in this auditorium suddenly.

He shifts his weight until you feel his hair, slightly longer than you would’ve guessed, tickle your shoulder.

You grip the arm rest to stop yourself from jumping into the stratosphere! What is he doing getting so close!?

“What is this place for?” He whispers into your ear.

You let out a long exhale to steele yourself, relax, of course he’s just curious and didn’t want to draw attention by speaking loudly. What were you thinking!

“A-Ah oh um! it’s a theater, people come here to watch other people preform for entertainment,and money” You smile while keeping your eyes toward the stage.

Your heart rate almost steadies before he lets out a small sigh in understanding. It’s a pleasant sound, his voice rumbles slightly. Then he leans in even closer, His nose barely brushing into your hair now, “If I had money it’d definitely be entertaining to watch you preform for me,”

“What!?” Your hair stands on its ends, “!I mean, What!? What I mean—,” You’re short circuiting. You breathe and pinch yourself, calm down he doesn’t even know what he’s saying. Probably. In the mean time he’s pulled away, totally chuckling, while trying to keep himself quiet, “What do you think I would even preform?” you ask.

his body is suddenly even closer to yours, his hand gently caresses the opposite side your chin from where he’s sitting, “I could think of a few things…”

Steam might just about burst out of your ears! He does know!

Not too much longer and your brother enters the stage, he’s always the center performer. You stand to applaud loudly for him, he doesn’t show any emotion but you know he’s beaming on the inside.

“So cute~” you hear him say it softly, as if to himself, and your face warms as you try and forget about it.

When you reseat yourself, his hand lightly comes down onto your mid thigh.

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Zharu

OC CHARACTER SHEET

Sex/Gender:

AMAB/Male

Relation:

He entered your dimension on accident, he basically “fell” into your room

Age:

“Your age”

Dom/Switch/Sub:

Dom

Height:

187.96cm/6’2”

Likes:

shibari, your dimension, teasing you, experimenting, fruit

Dislikes:

your dimension, slow technology

Brief Mental Description:

Is an arcane scientist, likes experimenting. an out of control experiment sent him inter-dimensionally traveling on accident, wasn’t even hoping for that result tbh, just happened.

Brief Physical Description:

N/A

Is completely invisible while in this realm, wears masks/bandages so that you can see him (sometimes), style is slightly baggier pants with excessive amounts of chains

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Character Sheet

Main stories:

Spectral Tiger: G/N Sub! Reader

Intro, part 1, part 2 (NSFW),

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Spectral Tiger

GN!Reader × Invisible M!Yan OC

Part 2~

Intro here!

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His info: 🩹💎✨

MINORS DNI

CW: G/N Reader, reader is a sub, reader referred to as they/them, teasing, sexual themes, public nudity, nipple play on reader, public lewdity, names for reader(love, ), public lewd teasing and such, over the pants hand job, orgasm denial(in a soft way tho) long span edging, lol how do you tag pp flicking ? XD that’s in here, long smut, tease, not proofread

There aren’t many people here, as per usual on rehearsal nights, so you have at least five seats of empty space on either side of Zharu and yourself. It’s also considerably dark enough with the stage lights being the only lights other than the red little exit signs.

Your legs widen slightly, subtly trying to welcome his touch.

His hair tickles your neck as you feel his face lean in, all but touching your heated ear, “Really, Love? You want me to continue? But… nobody can see me, I could do whatever I want to you. Doesn’t that scare you?” His low whisper has you shaking in your seat.

He squeezes tighter before running his hand further up, still an annoyingly respectable distance from where your body is boiling.

Your leg twitches under his touch.

You swallow, and take a shallow breath before responding. “You’re just trying to scare me. You still can’t do anything too crazy…” You don’t sound as sure of yourself as you meant to.

“Cant I?” his cockiness is annoying. “What about doing something like…~”

You feel his hand trace up your leg, then over your hip, pressing harder there as he passes by, drawing out a small gasp from you.

Looking down is almost useless, all you see is the indent of a hand in your black silk dress shirt, that is following the contour of your body and tracing you up to your chest.

Almost useless… It’s kinda hot watching your own stomach suck in so far shaking and shuddering under the ghost hand.

He stops over your chest on the side opposite to him, and runs his hand over you, gripping firmly for only a second before rolling his palm back over you.

Your breath hitches.

This time he pauses when his fingers are right on top of your hardening bud, he lightly traces it over your shirt, your mouth falls open slightly, and your brows are starting to peak already.

“Love,” he whispers breathily in your ear.

He pinches. Ever so slightly. And then again, a tiny bit harder, and then he’s tracing it softly, maddeningly, and then rubbing his whole hand over you.

You grip the armrests for dear life, and bite back whimpers and shuddery moans alike. Your body shakes from every little touch.

“They probably won’t be able to tell…” His voice rumbles quietly about something in your ear. Then he asks, “You have a jacket right?”

“What? Yeah…” It almost takes you out of it until his head dives down from your shoulder to the front of your chest. Anything under your shirt he’s pulled down to free you up while remaining still under cloth. His mouth latches onto the fabric right over your other nipple and you have to bite back a cry.

You end up making a noise that someone a few seats to the side of you, looks at you, brow furrowed. You try and pretend you were stifling a yawn, co-explaining the weird “stretch” you we’re doing at the same time.

She scoffs.

You don’t care, because your core is in roiling flames as he sucks on your sensitive skin through your expensive shirt.

You feel his tongue lapping over and doing circles around you in such a mind buzzing manner! You actually feel static in your head.

“P-please” You let out quietly in a puff of air. Have mercy, really, but you couldn’t get any more words out! You’re still shaking like a leaf.

“hmmmm~” He purrs up at you.

You rub your thighs together, not fully able to trust yourself to speak at a quiet volume.

Your shirt feels like ice against your chest now!

“oh ho ho, such a greedy little thing you are~” His hand finds your upper thigh and slowly dips down the inseam. Then following your pant stitch from your inner knee, all the way back up, before stopping, just before he gets to where you desperately want.

You almost huff in annoyance until you feel just the tip of his finger make contact with you, sending a jolt of instant burning pleasure coursing through you.

From one touch?

He flicks you softly, eliciting a sweet gasp and causing you to bolt upright in your seat.

His blazing hand covers the sting next and you almost whimper into him!

Those fingers and his palm deftly work you as you bite your lip to the point of drawing blood to keep yourself silent.

You’ve completely lost track of where you even are right now.

You’re in a zone that’s all about your burning pleasure.

Feathery touches through your slacks that are maddening, but somehow just what you needed bring you straight to your peak and past in such a gentle ascent you could cry.

Something in you pops and a soothing coolness washes over you sweeetly

“ahh~” a small gust from your bruised lips slips and feels like cool velvet caressing so lightly over them it hurts.

His fingers trace your lips, you practically chase them until he dips them into your wetness. “Suck~” with his command, you take them in and eagerly do just that.

“mmmf” You savor the taste of his skin, gods you look so lewd right now, mouth slightly agape and tongue swirling around nothing, while you hold yourself down with every muscle in your body, yet still is visibly shaking from the thunderous pleasure electrifying your core.

“Think you can hold out until later~?”

You shake your head and practically bite his fingers, no! no you can’t!

“So impatient, I’ll have to teach you better~”

“mmm!” You whimper and rut against his hand that’s slowed down drastically against you.

He tsks, “My my, you really want to make a mess here?”

You didn’t really think of that, and slowly your mind fog pulls away from you.

You chase it, but he gently nudges you back to the present. Calming your body with firm but soft gropes to your thighs, and warm hand presses over your stomach. They’re less sexual now, but no less charged.

Your breathing slows, the winding heat is reduced to a bearable simmer, where it sits until you look back up to the stage.

You only missed a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

~

Exhaustedly, you fall onto your couch, throwing more shopping bags with clothes and cloth masks, and a darker tan coloured foundation that Zharu picked out.

You had an idea earlier, right after he edged you.

Maybe with makeup you can make him visible!

as long as he wears a hood. and a mask. and sunglasses.

He’ll certainly fit the high profile excuse after this… If it works.

It’ll be more work, but it saves him from wearing a hot mask all the time once the weather warms up that would be a nightmare.

Not…

Not that he’s staying that long.

You didn’t think of it yet, but does he want to go back?

Would you want to go back?

Well, you don’t even know what his life was like before.

“Hey, what was your life like over there?” You bluntly ask. It’s not a really serious question, so why not.

“Ooooh~ You’re curious about me~” The floor creaks before he plops onto the couch next to you.

He’s in grey sweatpants (and you cant seem to forget that his crotch is right below you line of sight if you just keep your eyes trained on where his head might be, or on his arms… oh gods don’t look at his arms either) and spirals of gauze cover his upper torso and up his neck, and down his arms to his fingers, so that you can know where his body is.

His body that is impeccable.

Huffing in annoyance, you pull out the foundation from the bag. “come here.” You pull yourself closer to him using his leg as your anchor.

“Aye aye captain!” He happily scoots closer, crossing his legs up on the couch between you so that he’s as close as possible.

“What do you want to know about? It’s kinda a broad question…” You watch the floating gauze travel up to about where his head would be. He idly plays with hair that even he can’t see, trying to distract from the fact that he isn’t totally sure what to tell you.

Realizing you’ve been sat staring wide eyed like a doe in headlights, you clean your throat and hope he didn’t notice.

“What was your family like?” You ask, still a broad question, but this way you’ll possibly learn if he’s a cheater or not without outright asking if he’s got a partner.

You open the packages for the makeup products.

“Didn’t really make time for anyone other than a couple friends, my work kept me too busy for everyone else.”

“What kind of work?” You follow up. “May I?” You hold up the sponge with the drops of white and tan.

“mhm,” He confirms, you can tell he nodded first because of the little breeze you felt on your face before he audibly did too.

Applying some of the moisturizer, and then a layer of foundation is the easy part… You just have to spread it around evenly, and lightly padding around the contours of his face.

“My time was devoted to the arcane. I was not expecting sudden inter dimensional travel and loss of visibility to be a hazard of that particular experiment, but here we are, really should have though…” he says honestly.

“What do you plan on doing now?” You find your other hand has joined in the application process, feeling around for his eyes and nose without much thought, until you find his soft lips and suddenly realize you’re way too close. “Sorry!”

“You gotta do what you gotta do right?” He chuckles.

“Right!” You try to laugh off that weird hot feeling but it clings to your insides like molasses.

“To be honest i don’t really know… I’m…” He cuts himself off. “I don’t know,” He lets out an empty laugh. “Anyway, is this working? can you see me?”

Your face has been getting warmer and warmer… The more you apply a skin color to this enigma the more he becomes a real person…

A real person that you’ve let touch you… A real person that you don’t know.

“Earth to Y/N?”wait.. It is still earth we’re on right?”

“Sorry… Y-Yeah! it um… It actually is, from this close it’s kinda creepy, but i think with everything else you’ll fit right in here!” You psych yourself back up, trying to refocus on the present and helping him.

“Can I see?”

“Oh! Of course! You bend over the side of the couch to find a hand mirror, until instead you feel his hands on your body instantly reinvigorating that fire in your belly. It hadn’t left. not entirely.

But now, it’s back.

He presses his wrapped hands into your flesh above your hip bones and traces them inward. traveling with the heels of his palms down to your navel.

When he goes down far enough to even feel the first inclining of pressure where you need it your damn almost hurts right there. You’ve been in so much discomfort, running around the way he left you!

“I think I’ll let you cum now~”

“Oh wow thank you all mighty one” You say sarcastically and roll your eyes, “the fuck?” Your torso snaps back into place and you cross your arms. That fire that lasted all day, getting snuffed out in a second.

“you’ll be thanking me soon enough~,”

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Spectral Tiger

GN!Reader x Invisible M!Yan OC

Introduction~

Part 1 here!

His info: ✨💎🩹

MINORS DNI

CW: GN!Reader, Sub!Reader, reader referred to as they/them, not long, no smut🥰 just an intro lemme no if i missed any, i fr can’t even tell cause this is the most innocent thing i’ve written in at least a YEAR. XD (good familial relation for reader? it kinda triggers me emotionally so maybe that XD)

Nothing but an inky blackness floods your vision, the more you try and pick shapes out of the dark, the more your brain hurts.

Your heart thumps, fear swelling in your throat.

You give up and fling on your lamp.

If there’s an intruder, you’re at least going to see their stupid face…

Light fills your bedroom, painting the blackness into a kaleidoscope of colors, it’s blinding at first but…

You see nothing out of the ordinary.

A figurine fell onto the floor, but it’s so small, that loud thump that woke you absolutely could not have been that little thing.

Maybe you hallucinated the noise in your dream state.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

You sigh and flick the lamp back off.

Directly where you had been looking stands a man, not more than a couple of feet from you.

The thing is,

he’s invisible. You saw, quite literally, right through him.

The man stands, eyes wide as he takes in his new surroundings in a strange new universe he can barely comprehend.

Not only the surroundings are different compared to where he came from, he can’t see himself! “Where!?” he hisses a whisper. His hands desperately fling to himself and pat down here and there and everywhere!

Okay, good. He sighs.

He feels his own body, he’s at least physical enough to feel.

He somewhere, somehow lost his clothes as he can only feel his own skin under his fingers…

Well fuck.

He bends down to pick up your figure and feels the plastic of it, before letting out a more than relieved breath.

Okay, he can interact with this alien world.

Wait, he realizes that he’s the alien here.

Well… He’d hate to introduce himself to you naked…

Although that wouldn’t be the worst idea… right?

You are pretty cute.

What if you’re into that?

No he definitely won’t…

Anyway,

Alien dimension aside, he’s not as disoriented as he would have thought. His mind is adapting fine, and he can walk straight, all his limbs feel like they’re moving fine.

He can hardly remember the way his own dimension looked and felt… Maybe that’s a side effect he’ll have to come back to.

Zharu wasn’t trying to come here. It just happened during one of his experiments.

~

When you awaken from a slumber so deep your bones creak and crack when you rise, you hurry to the bathroom to get water and use the toilet.

Good gods, you were asleep for a few hours and your body feels like you haven’t taken care of it in years!

Your arm seemed to have barely brushed past something in your room on your way, but it also just felt like just a strong breeze against you.

Maybe the fan was on.

But you know it isn’t. You don’t hear it blowing.

Putting off that weird feeling, you start to get ready for the day.

You have work, and your brother is having a ballet rehearsal after, so you’ll have to look nice for that. Even if it isn’t the main event, you take his rehearsals as seriously as his recitals. He has always taken your passions as seriously, so it’s the least you can do.

Having been raised going to these events, it just feels a little nostalgic. Not to mention, seeing most of your family in one place always gives you new stories to tell your friends.

Your aunt breaking your grandma out of jail, and stealing an ambulance getting herself a warrant for her arrest. Then comes her trial and she manages to cry her way out of any charges, oh “booo, our poor elderly mother all alone in there”. You mock her in your head and roll your eyes recalling it.

And then, the whole reason grandma was in jail in the first place—!

You almost forgot your phone! As you stop dead in your tracks something bashes into your back, it’s definitely the body of a human!

“WHO THE FUCK—!!!!????” You spin swinging hands, colliding your fists with something you can’t see! “What!?”

Okay don’t freak out! It even groaned!!! Oh my gods, Are you hallucinating!?

“Woah, Woah! Sorry! I-Um, heh— I really should’ve said something sooner, may I explain?”

Your eyes are frantically scanning the room with no where to land, and you tentatively took a step back already in your panic.

This is an extraordinary situation, and he doesn’t seem hostile…

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