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ghouljams · 2 months

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I'm such a sucker for odd little guys, I need to see the changeling babies being little freaks. Teeny cryptids, if you will.

Ainsley develops the ability to mimic voices, but they are never quite right. It comes out warbled and the pitches fluctuate. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night to your child saying "mommy i threw up" in the distorted voice of a person you've never heard before.

When Karma starts getting her little hunt cravings (think of it like when a baby starts teething), she'll try catching any little animal she can get her hands on. Love and Ghost take her to the park only to find she's trapped a half-alive squirrel in her thorns, the small mammal letting out wheezing breaths and thrashing as much as it can with the way the stems pierce its lungs and snap its little limbs.

König's little monster just gets the zoomies, I don't have any ideas for him lol

-maus🐭

Lets do some baby fic with our little monsters and their daddy monsters! I love the fae-bies so much, they're horrific

Ainsley(Keegan's first born):

The overlapping voices make you sit bolt upright in bed, you knock Keegan off of you with how quickly you sit up and look around for the intruder. He groans and rolls over to bury his face in the pillow. This glowing eyes next to your bed repeat the strange amalgamation of sound, little beads of starlight looking up at you as they tell you, "Momma, I frew up." You stare at your child, your sleep addled brain attempting to understand how they're making that noise with their mouth. They repeat their plaintive cry in a different voice, big wet tears rolling down their face. You're quick to shush them and scoop them up into your arms.

"It's ok sweetheart," You hum, kissing their cheek, "Momma will take care of it." Keegan manages to pull himself to wakefulness in the time it takes you to strip the toddler bed and turn on the sink. You watch him yawn, replacing pillow covers and smoothing his hands over sheets, tucking in corners with military precision. You wipe off you baby's face with a warm cloth, and help them change into fresh pjs. They make little chirping sounds, showing off the way their new imitations with bird calls, then barks, and finally, by doing a perfect impression of their favorite grocer.

They seem to have a fondness for the strange overlapping chatter that they can conjure. You have to settle them down back in bed, and get them to stop talking, before you can get any medicine in them. You've never heard your child talk so much, but you suppose they take after their father. It's almost sweet, the way Keegan whistles back to them, responding bird calls with his own, and sending Riley to lick the little monster's face when they start barking.

You give your own half hearted chirp as Keegan pulls you back to bed, your brain too tired to parse what that could mean, lulled only by the way Keegan tucks you in under the blankets and kisses your forehead. "That's good Angel," He hums, settling in to cuddle again, "you're a natural."

Karma/Carmila(Ghost's first born):

Your baby toddles off into a bush and disappears. She's there one moment, her little hands and perfect curls pushing against the leaves as she chases after a chipmunk, and the next she's gone. You stand up from where you'd been lounging on the blanket and nearly kick Simon in your rush to go... you don't know, try and pull your infant from a bush? You can hear her excited squealing, her delighted coos, you just can't see her. It doesn't take much panic from you to inspire Simon to come over and check what's happening.

He grumbles something under his breath and moves you out of the way to shove his arm into the bush. He frowns, and pushes in further until the leaves and branches are up to his shoulder. After a moment of fishing around he pulls your daughter free. She blinks down at the bush, and bounces against Simon's hold. Her little fingers grab and wiggle towards the bush as she babbles. The branches twist and reach towards her and Simon bats them away.

"Bloody hell," He swears, holding your baby up and out of the way as he digs his other arm into the bush. You don't particularly like the way he's scruffed your baby, but you're more preoccupied by the deep red that drips off her fingers, and stains her sweet little mouth. Simon fishes the chipmunk out of the tangle with a grimace and hands its bloodied corpse to Carmilla who squeals like she's been given her favorite toy. She squeezes it with her little hands and you watch with disgust as she digs the few teeth she has into its furry flesh.

You don't hesitate grabbing her from Simon's hold, or wrestling the vermin away from her. You grimace at how warm and wet it is, and toss it back into the bush. You're sure he sees nothing wrong with what your baby is eating, Carmilla hiccups like she's about to start wailing, neither of them have any standards. "Simon," He hums, watching you with a bored sort of "this is the way fae are" expression, "get the baby something with less disease in it please."

"Oh," He raises a brow, you can see amusement slowly creeping over his face, "that's what you're mad about." He sniffs, looking around the park as you try to settle your infant. "Right, gimme ten, I'll be back with somethin' decent."

Ten minutes later you're sitting on a nice blanket enjoying a sunny day and some light reading while your husband supervises your infant child's gnawing on what appears to be a human liver.

König's little monster(as yet unnamed):

You have all the books, you read all the advice, and you are still woefully unprepared. You knew your child would be fae, assumed he would be like his father, but all of that means nothing when you're actually parenting. You watch your baby on a blanket on the floor, his little spines and fluffy furry hair all sticking out at odd angles. You reach down and scratch his head, and he purrs, his little arms and legs swimming against the blanket. He pushes a ball towards König and König pushes it back. Every time the little monster's tail poofs up, the little triangle help up high and wiggling with each movement.

König tosses the ball back and forth between his hands and the baby bounces on his stomach. "Is daddy teasing you?" You reach down to scratch the baby's head again, and the little one turns his attention to you. His tiny fingers reach for your hand and you slide off the couch to bundle the infant in your arms and kiss his little cheek. He turns his head to gum at your cheek, babbling with attempts to mimic the kissing noises you make.

"Am not," König assures you, tucking the ball into his son's grasping hands when the baby turns his attention back to his father. You roll your eyes and kiss the baby's cheek again before passing him off to König. You wouldn't have thought König was good with the baby, but the way the infant leans his head against König's shoulder, his little fingers tight in König's shirt, makes you think otherwise. König turns his head to sniff the baby, big hands cradling him as you brush your hands against your pants.

"He needs a bath after dinner, smells like the woods," You pull your phone free to feign nonchalance, "you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

König, for his part, doesn't look at you and changes the subject. "He is too small to take hunting," He coos at the baby, "no, you wouldn't catch anything without teeth."

"König," You press, he hums, "don't take the baby to the woods," Another hum as he toys with the baby's fingers, "he hasn't even had his shots yet, stop taking him into the fucking woods."

"You're not supposed to curse around the baby," König tells you, and you nearly crack your jaw biting your tongue on the words you want to toss back at him.

"Stop taking the baby into the forest or I will divorce you," You try. That gets König's attention long enough for him to break a smile and turn his staring back to the baby.

"No you won't," He assures you, and you sigh.

You won't.

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sixosix · 6 months

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ARE YOU READY FOR IT? | LYNEY

warnings 1.8k words, implied child neglect, the dark themes of the house of the hearth, once again i will say that this is not canon compliant

notes thank u naosaki (art) for proofreading the first ever chapter of the series!!! and being my hypeman overall LMFAO, see the end of the work for more notes + FANART

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A deep breath. In, out. Once more. Rehearsed lines, practiced smiles, and a heart as steady as a frightened squirrel.

“Good?”

You meet his eyes. “Good.”

The corset isn’t as suffocating as you expected it would be. Aether ensures that you’re as comfortable as possible dressed in this snug bodice with a puffed-up, full skirt that drapes gracefully down your legs in a deep shade that blends in seamlessly with those of those who walk past the busy streets of Fontaine—because you’d eventually have to fight with this thing on.

The polearm feels heavy nestled in your palms. Strange, as you had never gone through a night without spinning it around your body and thrusting it into the air in the solitude of the night where no one would suspect a thing. You flick your wrist, not bothered to watch it disperse into the air. You’ve come to a point where green stems are more at home in your hands than weapons. You’re not sure why you don’t feel content with that revelation.

“Are you ready?”

Your gaze snaps to Aether, who’s looking at you warily as if standing across a ticking bomb. “Yes.” You offer a smile, hoping it comes across as comforting.

Aether tries for a smile back, though it looks more like a grimace. You can see it in his eyes: he doesn’t trust you. But his desire to learn more overpowers his wariness, and now, you’ve struck a deal. So long as you’re wearing this disguise, you are allies.

“Paimon is starting to miss your muddy apron,” Paimon says, wilting as you twirl around. “You look a lot less like Y/N.”

“This is who I really am, Paimon.” You glance to the ruffles and the thick coat, engulfing you in everything Fontaine.

Paimon tilts her head. “Who?”

You cast her a dry smile. “Runaway coward, fraud, and Fatuu.”

YEARS BEFORE.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve been an orphan under the care of ‘Father’.

If you were to shut your eyes and reminisce about life before the orphanage, you’d catch a fleeting glimpse of your mother’s face as you were surrendered over to grand doors, ones that felt like they were fifteen feet tall and thick enough to keep you from your family. You don’t know if your mother was kind or if she intended to leave you here long enough for everyone to call you an orphan. You eventually stopped dreaming about her.

You find that it doesn’t matter because you’re already here. You wouldn’t know where she would be. Waking up spelled out another day of pushing through.

“Hush, child,” a voice whispered as you hiccuped, overwhelmed with unfamiliar faces and tall, tall walls. Your chin was gripped by hands with sharp nails, but they didn’t hurt you. “Save your tears. You are safer here.”

You blinked rapidly, tremors jostling your shoulders with each ugly sob, tears rolling down your cheeks. Your breathing slowed as the shed tears cleared your vision, finally seeing the woman in front of you. She looked as if she had just done something horrible; she looked as if she wouldn’t hesitate to slit your throat if you screamed and thrashed around her hold.

You looked at her and saw someone you knew would protect you.

It became a little less dull when ‘Father’ let you borrow one of the weapons from the stash. The one you chose reeked of dried blood and looked dangerously unused, its surface marred by rust. It was long, and you concluded from the tip that it was no sword; it was all too different from the weapons you’ve seen around. On your first swing, you stumbled and nearly let it slip through your fingers.

“A polearm,” ‘Father’ noted, staring down at you in a way that felt as if she was scrutinizing every action and every thought running through your head. “Would you like to try it out?”

It was difficult. Each swing felt as if you were inches away from hitting your own head—or, even worse, felt as if you would make the wrong move and hit ‘Father’, who’s watching you in silence. She doesn’t stand from where she’s seated, though she does speak here and there. Stand straighter; don’t hold it too tightly; watch your balance.

You loved it. You held onto the rusty polearm more than you breathe. You train, and train, and train until it twirls around your fingers seamlessly, like water rushing through smooth rocks, until it’s as easy as a second limb.

That is how you made a name for yourself in the House of the Hearth.

During the times ‘Father’ returned briefly from business trips, you’d make her watch you train. You made her see how far you’d come, and she knew it, too. She’d even invite the other orphans to spar with you, but you were never defeated.

The orphans would hear your name, and they’d either scrunch their noses in distaste or brighten up in awe—it’s all the same, in your opinion. They hear your name and think of how fondly Arlecchino favors you.

The next one, they whisper. The next king.

The House of the Hearth became something greater than a home. It became a training ground for future soldiers, disguised as an orphanage, yet it treated you far better than your own household. Here, you've matured in wisdom with each thrust of your weapon and with every hidden truth that Teyvat conceals; it's where you learned to sharpen and embrace them all. Here, no one can hurt you. No one tries to break down your walls or question why you have them up in the first place.

‘Father’ took you in and gave you another chance. ‘Father’ saw your battered arms and torn faith and introduced you to a house where you wouldn’t ever have to feel this broken again. And you, too young and too aware of the creeping loneliness clawing at you, took her hand and never looked back.

The House of the Hearth is where you learned what it was like to feel respect. Fear goes hand-in-hand with it, but you can’t help it if it can’t bring you down because you’ve climbed far too out of reach.

“That was a really good match,” Freminet mumbles as you walk over, sweaty all over and panting from exhaustion—but there’s a wide smile on your face, only ever appearing after battling someone.

You beam at his praise. “Yeah? I was testing a new move last night. It didn’t work, though.”

“I didn’t even notice you slipping,” Freminet says, puzzled, prompting a burst of laughter from you.

This side of you is only reserved for Freminet. To everyone else—and especially ‘Father’—you’re cold and cruel, and you don’t like wasting time with other people. But you’ve grown fond of Freminet, just as his quiet murmurs and hours-long of whispers are meant just for you. It’s a strange friendship. Everyone else thinks you could never get along.

What everyone else thinks doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters, not when you’re something here.

“‘Father’ is calling for you,” Freminet says, gesturing vaguely to the side.

You pat Freminet’s head and flick the polearm back to life, materializing in your hands. “I’ll see you at dinner, ‘kay? Don’t sneak off this time.” Freminet pretends to think about it, humming thoughtfully, then smiles when you nudge his shoulder before darting off.

“Every kingdom would have the next king,” is what ‘Father’ says when you’re a few steps across her. There’s a ghost of a smile on her face—or at least is what you like to think. Your heart races. “I see it in you, child.”

Warmth fills your chest. You bow your head to hide the unprofessional and childish smile.

“Ah,” she continues, looking off to the side. “Before I forget…fetch your siblings. I have news to share.”

You frown, failing to hide your disappointment. You were hoping for a bit more. “Of course, ‘Father’.”

The House of the Hearth was perfect. This was where you thrived—where no one else could take this victorious feeling away.

But then Lynette became a part of the ‘family’, and with it, she dragged along Lyney.

Lyney, with his slicked back, matted hair, violet eyes wide yet somehow dim, and figure thinner than a stick—the picture of every orphan stumbling into their new home for the very first time. Lyney, who stands beside ‘Father’ as they’re introduced, his gaze wandering the room, the unfamiliar faces, then your unimpressed eyes. Lynette is behind him, peeking out from his shoulder.

‘Father’ gives them the usual: a promise of no betrayal, a promise of a bond as strong as the blood shared between the twins. They listen. You scowl.

It is also here, in the House of the Hearth, where your world is flipped upside down, all because of violet eyes that seem to have never left yours.

There’s something about Lyney that unnerves you.

You assure Freminet that it’s not just because you’re miffed that The Knave is paying too close attention to the twins. You would get over the jealousy—you knew it was for the twins to feel at ease as they settled in; she’d done the same to you (the only difference is she never stopped). But Freminet has also taken a deep liking to them, saying you’re wary for no reason.

He isn’t wrong. You’re wary for a reason you’re not sure why just yet.

It was just that Lyney’s face pissed you off.

He keeps staring from over ‘Father’’s legs, sharp eyes following your movements. His face is blank, keeping you from reading his thoughts, yet his eyes are wide. You can’t tell if it’s akin to a trembling puppy or a cat prepared to pounce. You hate the feeling of his eyes boring into your skin.

You tell ‘Father’ all of this as the other orphans scurry off to bed, and you’re in charge of cleaning the dining table. With each plate stacked, venom spits from your mouth, brows knitted, and teeth bared in a snarl. You haven’t questioned any of ‘Father’’s decisions—you’re wary of this particular one, though.

‘Father’ has that quirk on her lips, amusement evident on her suspiciously bright expression. “You haven’t met Lyney yet, have you? What’s brought this reaction out of you?”

You nearly fumble with the glasses, avoiding her eyes. “I-It’s not as if I hate him. I just—I don’t know. There’s something strange about him.”

And speaking of strange, ‘Father’ has that look in her eye that you’re starting to feel agitated by. You think that the knowing smile is a nice look on her, however, you’re not sure if what’s running through her head at the moment can be considered nice.

“I see,” she says, a lilt in her tone.

“See what, ‘Father’?” You bristle when she smiles wider. “See what?”

references: kingdom and the next king — lyney voiceline: about “father”: king

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melloraconteur · 7 months

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Day 002. | Roleplay + Inflation

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Synopthesis: Running through the forest to escape Simon was exhilarating. Using you as he wanted was his prize for his hard work.

Cont. Consensual NonCon, P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it),

Word Count -> 1k

Kez Notes: Hiiii, sorry this took so long 😅. I had some trouble coming up with a situation.

Running in a forest was fun, if it was daylight and you had the right attire.

Now, running through a forest at night with only the clothes on your back with an over-250-lbs man chasing you down was terrifying. Branches seemed to reach for you, logs and rocks popping up in places you swore weren't there before, having to adapt on the fly to avoid crashing into the ground.

Every breath seemed to burn your lungs, the air chilly since it was autumn. You continued to run, pushing your body to run faster than what you usually did. Everything hurts. Your legs burn from overexertion, your body hot yet the sweat cooling on your body icy. Instinctual panic made breathing harder, the shadows becoming too dark and felt too menacing for your mind to remind you that you weren't in actual danger.

As if hearing your pleas for shelter, you saw an opening in the tree ahead, the moonlight barely illuminating its opening. Without another moment of hesitation, you dove into it, squirreling yourself as far as you could go. It's quiet, too quiet, the kind of quiet that serves as a warning. Your chest is heaving, your breaths heavy as you try to catch your breath.

You aren't prepared for a gloved hand wrapping around your wrist and dragging you out from your hidey hole, a scream leaving your lips.

Simon doesn't let your scream continue, his hand covering your mouth, the material scratchy and harsh against your soft skin. The ground is unkind to you as you thrash around, trying to force his weight off of you. He only puts more pressure on your flailing limbs, a soft groan coming from him as he watches you try to escape him.

He looks like the grim reaper, his dark military clothes blending in with the shadows. His ivory skull mask selling the look. You feel three taps to your ribs, him checking in on you. You tap his wrist the same amount, momentarily dropping the damsel-in-distress act to reassure him that you weren't actually afraid of him. His brown eyes soften before regaining the hard look.

"I'm gonna let you go, don't try to run." He says, leveling you with a look that promised that he would deliver a harsher punishment if you tried. You nod. He says no more, shuffling down until he is between your legs. He looks at your leggings like they personally offended him, tearing the stretchy fabric off of you with frightening ease.

You kick out, giving one last try that is trampled by Simon grabbing your leg and slamming it down, his grip becoming harsh and unforgiving, a grip that would surely give you bruises that you will admire in the mirror afterwards.

"Don't try that again, I'll break your fucking legs if you do." He spits out, grabbing your thighs and opening them to an uncomfortable position. He reaches for the knife strapped to his thigh, taking it out and using it to cut your panties off.

A soft whine escapes your throat at the cold breeze on your wet pussy, another gush of slick wetting your pussy and your inner thighs. Simon watches, taking in the sight of your pretty drooling pussy clenching down on nothing, beckoning him to claim it once more.

He wastes no time, his leaking cock already straining against his jeans from the adrenaline of the chase. He shoves two fingers inside, a strangled yelp escaping you as your walls strain to accommodate the intrusion. Simon has had enough practice with your body, his thick fingers prodding a spongy spot in you that makes your hips buck into his, taking his fingers deeper, your back arching off the cold ground.

Your hips continue their wild movements, moans clawing up your throat and out your mouth when his thumb starts to play with your clit. It feels too much and too little at the same time, leaving you yearning for his heavy cock.

"Shh, I'll give it to you after you come on my glove." He purrs. He knows from experience that you needed to come at least once before he could slip inside your warmth.You huff at him. Moans slip out of your mouth as you feel your body heat up even more, your thighs starting to shake.

Your orgasm is a silent one. All at once, you feel the tension slip from your body, your thighs trembling as Simon continues to touch you through it. He pulls out his fingers, noting the creamy slick that covers his gloves with pride.

Your body goes limp, totally relaxed after your first orgasm of the night. You look down after hearing a zipper and the sound of clothes being pulled down. Simon was a beautiful sight. His pretty brown eyes look at you with a loving hunger, his fat leaky cock resting at your entrance, prespend joining your slick in a cocktail of fluids.

Just as you regained your breath, you lost it again when Simon started to push in. The stretch of his cock was intoxicating, addictive, even when it became somewhat painful. You never minded a little pain mixed with pleasure. You cried out when his tip knocked against your cervix, digging your nails into his arm. His thrusts are short and deep, not wanting to be apart from your drooling cunt and barely giving you any time to adjust to his size.

It doesn't take long before his thrusts become harsher, pounding into you at a punishing pace. You can hear his soft moans and grunts. He places a hand on your tummy, watching in fascination as his cock makes your tummy protrude.

His thumb returns to your clit, making you writhe under him as another orgasm steals your already stolen breath away. He groans above you, slamming into you and stilling, plugging you up as hot, thick ropes of cum fill you, your walls maintaining a vice grip on his cock, milking him for all his worth. He lets out a soft moan, feeling your tummy bloat more from the amount of cum being stuffed inside.

He lays on you, panting lightly. You reach up and gently kiss his cheek, whispering to him how good he felt, how good he made you feel, that you loved him. This was a vital part of your sex life. Reassuring each other prevented a lot of miscommunication between the two of you.

Wrote by Melloraconteur. Do not modify, repost onto other sites, or translate.

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carnivorousyandeere · 1 year

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Kept By The Pack

CW: details of you getting kidnapped, fear, violence, mention of animal death

This one doesn’t go into individual details of meeting each werewolf, or their individual personalities just yet. Only one is named so far.

You’d ventured out on your own to a popular, heavily forested hiking area, staying at a beautiful and absurdly cheap lodge. The employees had all been wonderfully friendly, and the weather was beautiful. You just couldn’t quite shake the feeling of being watched wherever you went, indoors and out… and the employees were maybe just a little too friendly. You started to wonder if you’d stumbled into a yellow-deli situation, but they didn’t seem to share a cohesive religious or philosophical worldview.

The real problems didn’t start until it was time to leave. First, your rental car’s engine gave out. Then, the internet went down… and without good cell service up in the mountains, you couldn’t exactly call to let anyone know what had happened.

You went to the front desk for help, of course, even if the employees made you a little uneasy. Luckily it was Hunter behind the counter. The calm and collected butch was at least one of the ones you felt more comfortable around. He promised that he would call somebody to take a look at your car, and calmed your anxieties about leaving soon.

The weekend went by, with nobody coming to fix your car. You even tried to hitch a ride with other vacationers, but nobody would take you up on it. Stranger danger, and all. You watched each person and group leave, one by one, dread slowly growing with each departure, until you were the only guest left.

Without the chatter of other guests, the lodge felt absurdly empty. You found yourself jumping at every noise, goosebumps prickling at you. It was impossible to sleep that night. Eventually, fed up with the circumstances and the lack of help from the lodge’s staff, you resolved to make your way back to the main town yourself. You packed what you could into your hiking bag and left the rest there.

You snuck out as carefully and quietly as you could, knowing that if anybody caught you, they would try to convince you to at least stay until sunrise. The forest was dangerous at night. You couldn’t rationalize why, but you felt the risk was worth it as opposed to staying at the lodge any longer.

As you walked, you thought more about your stay. The employees hadn’t done anything to hurt or scare you outright. You wondered if maybe you’d hallucinated the weird aura between them, the looks they gave you…

But it didn’t matter now. You were already on the side of the road, surrounded by giant trees on either side. All you had to do was just follow the road that few miles to town. Then you could get a new rental car, drive away, and never think about this for the rest of your life.

Then again, maybe this would make an interesting story to tell your friends. Or your therapist; they were probably the best person to ask about this whole ordeal. Maybe you could even write an article about it for a travel website.

The nighttime air was humid and windy, alternating between sticky springtime warmth and cool gusts leftover from winter, driven by the moon. A twig snapped in the forest nearby.

You took a deep breath, heart pounding already. It probably wasn’t anything major. Just a squirrel, or a bird… still, you reached into your pocket and grabbed your bear spray, pulling it out and feeling the weight of it in your hand.

You didn’t even have time to calm your heart, or flick the safety switch on the spray, before you were pinned facedown in the gravel beside the road. Head ringing from the impact, and scraped up, you laid still in shock for a moment. The bear spray clattered away uselessly.

“Don’t move,” a voice growled near your ear.

You started thrashing. Grabbing at the dirt, kicking wildly, whatever you could do. The person— the beast— flipped you over and held you down by the wrists and throat with clawed hands. You gurgled angrily, still trying to knee them, but the oxygen deprivation was too much.

They bared their teeth at you, sharp and glinting in the low light. The hold around your neck loosened ever so slightly, letting you gasp and cough. “I respect the fighting spirit, pup, but it’s time to give up. You’re no match for us.”

Your panicked eyes flicked to the tree line, where more animals emerged from the tree line to circle you. The adrenaline gave you one more rush— you growled and spit at the one holding you down. “Playing with your food like this is stupid. If you’re going to eat me, just fucking do it already.”

The wolf(?) above you looked surprised, and one or two of the others snickered.

Another voice chimed in, “Bold words for a pinned rabbit. Not our fault you’re so fun to play with… I think we’ll keep you around a little longer.” Another clawed hand grabbed your chin and forced a few pills in your mouth.

You tried to spit them out, but they held one hand over your mouth and pinched your nose with the other, with the first monster still holding you by the neck. You had no choice but to swallow, and the hands retreated from your face.

The white wolf stroked your neck gently, as if to praise you for doing what they wanted. Your head clouded too fast, with the pills kicking in and adrenaline wearing off. The wolf stood on its back legs and slung you over its shoulder.

Distantly you felt the scrapes and bruises throbbing, and heard the wolves chatting amicably with one another as they brought you back up the road, away from the rest of civilization. Dizzily, you watched the sun rise over the hills and trees. You hadn’t even been close enough to see the skyline of the town.

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You woke with a dry mouth and pounding headache, body uncomfortably warm. You tried to push off the heavy fur blankets, but— it wasn’t a blanket at all. Of course not. Of course, with your luck, the monsters were right there, piled on top of you and each other.

You were too tired to panic, and your thoughts flicked from once place to another lightly, as if you weren’t afraid you were going to be tortured or die soon. They were still playing with you, like a cat cuddling a mouse it intends to kill later, weren’t they?

You stared at the ceiling, eyes tracing over the lighting fixture and paint details. You were back at the lodge… and the wolf that pinned you had the same hair, and eyes, and quality of voice as Hunter.

Werewolves. Of course. It all made sense now, you thought deliriously. Monsters that you loved reading about happened to be fucking goddamn real. You’d be thrilled if you thought you were going to live.

Werewolves… yes, the pieces began falling in place. They weren’t a cult, per-se, but a pack. Belatedly, you thought it would’ve made an interesting anthropological study topic… if they hadn’t fucking kidnapped you. The absurdity of it all…

One of the wolves at the edge of the pile snuffled, and began kicking as they chased rabbits in their dream.

#werewolf pack #my thoughts #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere cw #yandere werewolf #oc Hunter

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koenigsbleachedshirt · 6 months

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Drippin' love [1/2]

Kinktober.

Warnings: fem! Reader, blood, violence, monsterfucking, vampires, turning into a vampire

Word count: 3.6k

Huge thanks to @kezzauwu for beta reading <3

Excuse any grammatical inaccuracies, I'm a German 💀👍🏻

Prologue:

It's been a few weeks since you've last had blood to quench your agonizing thirst. You're stumbling through the woods, desperate for anything, even a squirrel would do.

That's when you heard the sounds of fighting, your sensitive ears picking up on it. You follow the sounds, mindful of your steps, and come to find... a huge man, training alone in the woods. He's stabbing and punching at a padded tree. You feel your mouth watering at the thought of getting to taste the blood of a strong man.

He notices your silhouette by a tree and stops, looking at you through his hood, "May I help you?" He speaks with an accent, "Can I assist you in any way? You look lost." The tall man steps closer cautiously, halting about two meters from where you stand, eyeing you up and down.

You feel your fingers twitch, fangs almost throbbing, and your rationality almost flies out the window. "I'm itching for a kill..." Is all you say, tongue running across your teeth as you meet his eyes.

The man scoffs, seemingly amused, and bends down to your height. You see that he's raised a brow, "You're so small, what can you even do? You look like you're about to faint."

Your eyes narrow dangerously, and you flash your razor-sharp teeth with a growl. "I'll show you what I can do."

He steps back in shock when you lunge at him, barely avoiding your fingers. "Whoa!" He recovers and looks at you, "What kind of drugs are you on?!"

You hunch over, and your eyes flash red, "Oh, I'm not on drugs.." You smirk and slowly straighten up. "And you'll regret being out here when I catch you..."

His eyes widen, "What?! You're about half my size, I'll make sure you'll be the one who's going to regret this." He threatens and instead charges at you now.

You dodge him with ease, jumping over him and immediately run to tackle him from behind. "Gotcha." You say as he falls to the ground with a pained grunt. You pin his arms behind his back with one hand, the other one pushing his head down and you lean to speak lowly into his ear, "I was hoping you'd put up more of a fight..."

He struggles against your grip, eyes wide as saucers when he can't free himself, "Heilige scheiße..." He hisses to himself, and you can hear his heart beating rapidly as the panic settles in. He's never been caught so easily before, and the realization scares him.

You chuckle darkly and look into his eye, "Do you value your life, big boy?" You ask him, the grip on his wrists tightening, "Would you be missed?"

The tall man starts panting under your unrelenting grip, still trying to get up, "Why are you so strong?! It feels like there's a Boulder on me!" He's thrashing around, but it doesn't help. "Scheiße, ja! I'm a Colonel, and if something happened to me, you'd have the whole army on your back!"

You move off of him and kick his side so he's lying on his back. You pin his wrists above his head, completely ignoring his pained groan before straddling his torso. "Oh... a Colonel, you say? You've piqued my interest..." You say and get in his face, enjoying the way his eyes are squinted in pain, "I usually kill my food... but you... oh, you have potential... tell me your name."

He's still breathing heavily, realizing that there's no way out for him if you didn't want him to. There's raw, primal fear in his eyes when he answers you, "Bitte... my name.. is König..." He almost whispers, counting down his seconds.

You smirk and slide one of your hands underneath his hood, fingernails slightly scraping across his throat, "You think I'm scared of the military, König?" You ask with a condescending chuckle, "Just think about how helpless your subordinates would be, if even you, a mountain of a man, didn't stand a chance? Why shouldn't I just devour you? Maybe throw your body over your base's fence?"

His breath hitches, eyes screwed shut, "I... I don't.." He's at a loss for words, unable to think of a reason why you shouldn't do what you said. Because he knows you're right.

You lift his hood with a finger, catching a glimpse of his jugular vein. "If you don't give me one.... I might do what I said, so think, big boy." You say, dropping the hood on his face and leaving his throat exposed, "I'm waiting..."

"I- I can... I can fight!" He hastily replies, sounding like he's on the verge of a panic attack, "I... I can't leave my duties!"

"Aw.." You coo, face hovering above his, "That's adorable. You think I need someone to protect me?"

"No! I- I mean.." König is a mess, "I just- I don't want to die!"

Your hands rests on his throat, thumb caressing the vein, "Hm... It would be a shame to just... devour you and kill you.. like I said, you have potential, König."

He's never felt so powerless before, trapped by someone who's what feels like half his size and yet so much stronger. "Y- You won't kill me?" His voice is small, but hopeful.

You tilt your head to the side, red eyes boring into his blue ones, "I have a proposition. I don't think you'd pass this one.."

König shudders when he feels your sharp nail dig into his neck, your red eyes almost hypnotizing, "What is it..?"

Your face drops to his neck, and you can't help but drag your tongue over his jugular, "I can make you more... powerful. You can be like me." You move your head away, not wanting to get carried away just yet, "It'll feel like you're dying, but when it's done... you'll live for as long as you want."

König gasps when he feels you lick his neck, a shudder going through him. "You... would?" He exhales shakily, "I- I'll do it..."

You smirk, slowly releasing his wrists which you've been pinning the entire time, "If you try anything, I'll make sure you'll regret it."

He slowly nods, not daring to move, "I... I wouldn't. You've already shown your supremacy in every aspect." He then continues, "But... if whatever you'll do makes me.. dangerous, what then?"

You ponder his question before getting off of his torso, "You said you're a Colonel?"

König slowly gets back on his feet, hissing when he feels the throb in his side from where you kicked him earlier. "Ja, I am. What are you saying?"

You tap your chin, and then smirk, "Let's just say it won't be safe for you to be around people without someone to keep you in check for at least... a few months. This transformation is no joke." You explain and cross your arms in front of your chest, "Colonel is a high rank. I'm sure you can get me into your task force, no?"

He blinks twice, but nods. "Ja, I can do that... You need to undergo an aptitude test due to our regulations though." König says, "You... would make an excellent soldier."

Your eyes seem to sparkle, and you smirk again, "Oh, I'm aware." You say and walk closer to him, "I'll make sure you keep your word."

König can't even react when you pull on his left hand, pull his sleeve back and dig your fangs into his arm. "Ah, scheiße!" He almost screams at the pain, but it passes just as quickly when you pull away again.

You lick your lips, savoring the taste of his blood and snicker when he holds his arm, "I'll be able to find you anywhere now, so don't even try." You say and chuckle, "Now, what do I need to do?"

He breathes heavily, shaking from the pain, "J- Just come with me back to the base.."

You gesture for him to lead the way and follow him quietly.

The two of you walk, and you can't shake the dirty smirk off your face at how he keeps clutching his arm where you bit him. After a few minutes of walking, you see the giant base of 'KorTac'. "We're here." He says, voice strained, "Just follow me, I'll do the talking."

You do just that, listening to him telling the guards that you're a new recruit, which he personally will register. "Yes, Colonel, Sir!" They reply and salute, letting you pass behind him without issue.

"You'll need to formally address me whenever we're on base around other soldiers, alright?" König speaks as you make your way through a hallway, "You can drop it in private."

"Wasn't planning on embarrassing you, big boy." You say with a playful eye roll, "So... how quickly do you think I can climb the ranks? How does it work?"

He opens a door and gestures you inside. There's a man sitting there, who then looks at you two. "Ah, Colonel! What brings you here? Who's your.. companion?"

König salutes briefly, "Greetings, General. I brought a new recruit, scouted her out, and saw enormous potential. I want to oversee her personally."

The general skeptically eyes you up and down a view times with a frown, "Are we... looking at the same person here?" The man asks, not convinced at all.

"She beat me up while I was out training. With ease, too. I underestimated her as well." König explains, sounding utterly embarrassed. "She's... really strong."

The general still looks skeptical, but he sighs, "Fine, I'll believe you. I know you don't lie about these feats. I'll entrust everything concerning her to you." He says and then leans forward, "I expect to see her at rank Sergeant in six months since you talked so big. Copy?"

"Copy, Sir." König nods, heart beating fast, "We won't disappoint."

You nod along, not caring what rank it is, because you're supreme to everyone in this base, in basically every aspect. "Here's the paperwork. Give it back to me by the end of the day." The general says and hands König a decently thick bunch of papers.

König nods and then turns to you. "Let's go. We've got work to do."

You salute the general goodbye and follow König to his own office, plopping down in the chair in front of the desk after he closes the door behind himself. He drops the stack onto his desk and takes a seat on the rolling chair. "Fill these out as best as you can. The more accurate, the better. If you have questions, let me know."

You sigh and grab the pen he offers you and start filling out the papers....

[It takes you about 3 hours until everything is done and up to their standards, König reviewing your answers and pointing out what needs to be edited.]

"My, my... so we done?" You groan as König staples the stack together neatly. "I wanna fight... I wanna eat!"

He swallows and nods along, "I'll bring these to the general first. Then we'll grab your gear and then... then we're done for today."

You roll your eyes. "Fine."

After what he said needed to be done, he showed you your room in the barracks on the way back, and then he stopped in front of his. "So, uhm... this is done."

You smirk, knowing what's coming next, "Ohh, it's time to eat~" You say as you follow him into his room, not caring that he locked the door. "You might want to sit down, I told you it'll feel like you're dying..."

König swallows hard, but obliges and takes a seat on his bed, "C- Can you at least... try not to make it hurt as much? Because that bite from earlier still burns..."

"Aw.. fine, I'll spare you the main course's pain since you've been so helpful and nice." You coo and run your hand up his chest, and under his hood, lifting it up to reveal his throat. "Relax for me, big boy, I'll take care of you from here on out."

He tries his best to relax, going pliant beneath your touch. "I'll... do my best." König mumbles, but then gasps when you swiftly situate yourself on his lap and start licking his neck, coating it in your saliva. "W- What are you doing?!"

"I'll make it hurt less... now shut up." You speak against his neck, knowing that your spit numbs the skin and underlying tissue just enough for your bite to feel just like a dull ache.

König is still tense, but it slowly fades when he realizes he doesn't feel your ministrations on his neck anymore. You smirk, "Bon appetit~" and sink your fangs into his vein and hungrily suck his blood. His hands fly to hold your waist, digging his fingers into you and clenching his eyes shut. He feels how the blood drains from his body, feeling lightheaded, hot, and cold.

You moan at the taste of his blood and how filling it is. You hold him up from under his arms when he starts feeling faint from the blood loss... and you stop after you're fully satisfied, licking the puncture wound, sealing it shut again.

He feels like he's about to faint, barely able to keep his eyes open, vision dotted black. "You held out well... Now comes the fun part." You say and support his head with one hand, "Drink my blood."

König blinks blearily, barely registering what you're saying, "Ja.."

You chuckle and bite the tip of your pointer finger, drawing... dark blood. It looks almost black. "Open up." You say and stick your finger into his mouth, "Now suck. It doesn't have to be that much, but take as much as you can."

He does what you say, just wanting this nasty feeling of lightheadedness to go away. König's face twists in disgust at the taste of your blood, but he sucks hard and swallows it. "Good boy~" you say and remove your finger from his mouth. "The next phase will start slowly creeping in.."

You remain seated on his lap in case you need to restrain him, just holding and observing him. "It feels like I'm burning from the inside…" König rasps, having a hard time speaking, "Everything… hurts.."

"I told you, it'll feel like you're dying, honey, but you'll emerge stronger than ever~" You coo, gently running a finger down his cheek, "I'll take care of you, don't you worry… just let it out."

König didn't realize he was fighting against something so… primal inside of him until you told him to let it out. Because he did. The burning pain seemingly eating him from the inside out, the way your dark blood fights against his. "What's- What's happening..?"

You hum with a sly smirk, "I don't know? My blood is probably destroying your white blood cells right now… to replace them completely. I'm unable to catch human diseases, no matter which. My vampire genes are superior to those pesky human ones, and soon you'll be just like me~"

He's breathing hard and erratically, terrified of what's going on inside his body, but he also notices that he doesn't feel as faint anymore. He's able to hold himself without needing your support any longer, and when you notice, you take your hands away, resting them on your thighs instead. You observe him from your position on his lap still and feel excited when thinking about what happens next.

"I- I feel weird…" König pants, his whole body feeling hot with ecstasy, pants growing tight. "W- What's going on?"

"Oh… You're in the longest lasting stage now. The pain will subside and be replaced by… arousal. If you ignore said arousal, the pain will only intensify until your thirst is quenched." You chuckle, slowly unbuckling his vest and taking it off of him, "I didn't say I'd need to watch over you for nothing, big boy~ I've seen many turn who went unchecked and ended up getting killed… because you're still in a human body. You won't be nearly as invincible as me for at least a couple of weeks."

König groans deep in his chest, "Scheiße… are you saying- that I'm basically like an animal in heat?!"

You laugh, "If you want to describe it as such… sure. It happens to all of those who turn. You get a lucky pass if you're born a vampire.. like me."

His grip on your waist is tight. Like he needs to ground himself. "Don't… want to give in.."

"Oh, but sweetheart, if you don't, your burning pain will only increase… and when it gets to its peak… let's just say that the beast takes control." You playfully pout, slowly opening up his shirt. "C'mon, love, don't torture yourself.. I promise the sex is amazing."

König is shaking with desire at this point, unable to form a coherent thought anymore. He's trying so hard to resist. You can see and feel it. "You'll… take care of me, right..?"

"Of course I will~" You coo, "You'll have to take off your mask though…"

"I-" He swallows hard, "You're the only one who gets to see my face. Ever."

"You're safe with me now, honey~" You smile, "Unlike before… now you're under my care."

König rips off his sniper hood and looks at you with his blue eyes, hooded by lust. "There."

You gently trace the scars on his face before his hand snaps up to hold your wrist, his stare boring holes into you. "I- I'm… I'm going-"

He can't finish his sentence before he flips you over onto your back, "I. Need. It."

You chuckle, "Then take it."

König growls low in his throat and sheds both of your clothes in record time, and you see just how massive his cock is. "Huh.. I figured it'd be big… but this? Oh lord…"

"I'll make sure you'll remember this." He hisses and dips his head down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it.

"Ah!" You gasp in surprise, one hand burying itself in his hair, "Mh… keep going-"

But he doesn't. "I'm going to make you regret this." He groans low in his throat, "You'll be the one asking for mercy."

"Oh, sweetheart.." You say and harshly pull him by his hair, "You seem to forget who owns you."

"Ahh!" König moans when you yank his head back by his hair, "Y- You were the one who told me to let it out."

"Sure did. I didn't tell you to get ahead of yourself, though, big boy." You remind him and smirk, "Now… how about you just put that ridiculously big dick to use?"

König growls and pulls your legs apart, positioning himself at your entrance. "This'll hurt, you know."

"Oh, it won't." You chuckle, "Just go ahead. Slide in, you'll see it's easy."

And he doesn't need to be told twice. König stuffs you full of his cock, realizing you were right. "Scheiße… you.. feel so good." He can't restrain himself, grabbing you by your waist and roughly fucks your soaking cunt. "Du bist so… not even wet, you're soaking. Could drown in you."

You moan and your eyes roll back, his huge cock hitting all the right places. "F- Fuck, so big- so good!" Your nails dig into his massive shoulders, dragging claw marks down his back.

He thrusts harder when he feels the way you scratch up his already scarred skin. His movements become sloppy, and he almost drools. "Why.. Why do I feel like I'm gonna cum already? It's barely been five minutes!"

You laugh and wrap your legs around his hips. "That's how it is for the first few times." You clench up around him too though, "But I'm the same- fuck! Your cock just fills me up so well!"

"Ugh- Oh- Oh Gott, scheiße, ich kann nicht länger-" He's a stuttering and moaning mess and then you feel his dick pulse and ropes of cum filling you up deliciously.

Your eyes roll back and you feel your own orgasm rip though you as well, drenching his cock with your cum. "Fuck…"

But König doesn't stop moving, he keeps whining and rutting his hips into you slowly, "Can't stop.. feels so good…"

Your legs start shaking a little, "A- Ahh! Give me a break!"

"No, feels so fucking good…" He groans, "F- Feel it coming-"

And he suddenly cums again, spurting his seed into your dripping cunt once more. "Oh lord!" You wail and bite down on the juncture of his neck, moaning and cumming too when the taste of his blood hits your taste buds.

König's eyes roll back, and he starts shaking, "Scheiße, that feels so good!"

He can't stop from rutting into you for hours, both of you a sweaty mess, dried tears on both your cheeks and the sheets a mess. Your cum mixed with his is just continuously dripping out of your spent pussy, but König tries so hard to keep it plugged with his dick.

After he physically can't cum anymore, you're both laying there, his now softened cock still buried in you as you lay side by side, breathing heavily. "I… underestimated you… that was the most exhausting and best sex I've ever fucking had." You mumble into his chest.

König is so out of it, he only hums in response, "We should shower…"

"We're fine. Let's shower in the morning." You say and yawn, "I'll take good care of you… you feral thing."

#cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod smut #konig x reader #könig x reader #konig smut #könig smut #tw blood #tw violence #kinktober

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chocolix76 · 5 months

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I had to write this after seeing this post earlier today. Just a little drabble if Bloodmoon and KC lived together and KC cooked the wild animals that Bloodmoon killed for him. It's been a very long time since I've written something intended to be wholesome

Warning for almost drowning

Word count: 2,004

@madcatdaderpydrawer-blog (sorry for the mention but I thought you might want to see this)

The sun was beginning to set beyond the top of the trees beyond where the trailer was parked, casting a golden glow through the open window into the kitchen where KC stood, tapping his fingers against the edge of the empty sink. Evidence of his hard work had long since been cleaned away, stained pots placed neatly in their respective cupboards. All that remained of his days worth of cooking were the tupperware containers sitting on the table behind him, filling the air with a pleasant aroma that he thought made the trailer feel more like home.

KC had been leaning over the sink for a little over an hour, staring through the small window at the trees beyond the clearing where he had parked his trailer for a semi-permanent place to live. The clearing was bare with the exception of the fireplace he had built for Bloodmoon to keep them entertained at night. Though it filled him with a parental stress to watch as Bloodmoon poked and prodded the burning flame with a stick or skewered a freshly slaughtered squirrel and hanging it precariously over the open flame, anxious that Bloodmoon would move the wrong way and their cape would burst into flame, KC was glad to keep them entertained in anyway he could.

Half a year and come and gone since Sun and Moon had knocked on the trailer door and practically handed Bloodmoon over to him. KC remembered that day as if it were yesterday, still holding a spoon in his hand as he opened the door, dripping half cooked soup onto the welcome mat. Sun and Moon had the slightly smaller animatronic practically in a chokehold, Bloodmoon thrashing in an unsuccessful attempt to break free. In rambling tones that were practically lost to the harsh winds outside, Sun and Moon had explained that they were trusting him to try and transition Bloodmoon from slaughtering countless innocent humans to killing animals. It was clear from the agitation in their eyes and the exhausted hunch of their posture that they didn’t have the energy to do it themselves.

Any emotions KC had felt in that moment were lost with time, but he did remember staring down at the thrashing animatronic, his sons, on his doorstep and feeling obligated to let them in and teach him everything he had discovered about the beauty of life. The moment Bloodmoon was relinquished from their care, the celestial twins took off, leaving KC alone in his trailer with the son he had long presumed dead. It was a strange feeling, watching as they stared at him with contempt and hurled insults at him that left bruises on his soul but nevertheless, he wasn’t going to give up on them. Not after they had been misunderstood time and time again. If anyone was going to understand his sons, it would be him.

Progress had been far from swift, often feeling anger surge through his body as Bloodmoon showed up at the trailer once again, covered in blood that was most definitely not from an animal. Despite the anger and frustration of Bloodmoon once again giving into his urges, KC would clean them off and gently remind them of the reason why they were living with him in the first place. KC knew that yelling would cause more harm than good. However, he always left out one detail whenever he had to scold them. He refused to let Bloodmoon know that the celestial twins had placed a time limit where if his son couldn’t control their violent urges, Moon wasn’t going to hesitate to kill them.

Absentmindedly wandering to the little room they shared at the far end of the trailer, KC gently smoothing out the bed sheets on Bloodmoon’s side of the room. Somehow, every morning the sheets would come undone from where KC had neatly tucked them the day before, ending up in a heap on the floor. Fixing it was never a bother to him. In fact, KC enjoyed having a nice little laugh to himself as he tucked the sheets back into their proper places, knowing that he now had a permanent roommate. His son. Moon’s deadline was met just in the nick of time and Bloodmoon’s life was mercifully spared.

As the golden light began to fade into the darkness of night, KC returned to his spot in front of the window, resting his head against the palm of his hand, anxiety growing in his chest as he waited for Bloodmoon to return, dead animal in hand. Bloodmoon wasn’t at the firepit poking at a roaring fire or running around in the forest, chasing after a squirrel or perhaps even a deer.

With their curfew rapidly approaching, KC felt the urge to run through the forest shouting their name until they showed up, safe at home once more. However, he promised his sons some freedom and searching for them before they were past their curfew would be violating their independence. Despite that, KC’s urge to find them and sit them at the kitchen table while they squirmed in their seats, impatiently waiting for the soup that contained their hunt of the day didn’t diminish in the slightest.

After a few minutes, he was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of something thrashing around in the pond nearby the trailer. It could have been anything ranging from an animal that had unwillingly fallen into the pond to a fish fighting for its life, but KC’s mind immediately went to Bloodmoon falling in or jumping in on their own accord, grasping wildly for something to save them without luck.

Without a moment’s hesitation, KC dashed out of the trailer, his optics adjusting quickly to the falling darkness but not quick enough for him to make out the shape of whatever was thrashing around in the pond. What gave away the struggling individual was their guttural cries as they tried unsuccessfully to tread water, grasping for land which was just out of reach. KC’s metaphorical heart sank as he saw his sons fighting to keep their head above water, not wanting to be taken captive to a watery grave. The moment their head was submerged, death at the bottom of the pond was imminent.

Not wasting a moment, KC waded into the pond, icy water soaking his pantaloons up to the knees, reaching above his waist as he approached his sons as quickly as possible. Reaching his arms out, he grasped their thrashing frame, pressing their body against his chest and feeling their body still the moment they were held in familiar arms. Two clawed hands slowly wrapped around KC’s thin neck as he made his way out of the pond, carrying them back to the trailer where they would be safe and warm. It wasn’t until they were safely inside the trailer that KC placed Bloodmoon back onto dry land, his permanent grin growing as he saw the dead fish still clasped in their jaws.

“Are you okay? Is something damaged?” KC asked, concern dripping from his voice as he checked Bloodmoon from top to bottom for any signs of damaged wiring or any other possible injuries from their hunt. “You poor thing, you are soaked! Let me get you dried off… You both scared me half to death!”

Bloodmoon made a grumbling sound, allowing the fish to be pried from their jaws and placed onto the cutting board in the kitchen for temporary storage, creating an ever growing puddle on the floor where they stood. In no time at all, KC returned with a towel, eyeing Bloodmoon’s soaked clothes and making a soft tutting noise in his voicebox.

“This will not do. I know you are going to hate me for this, but I will need you to take your clothes off,” KC said, fighting back a laugh at the horrified look Bloodmoon gave him. “Do not look at me like that, there is no point in me drying you off if your clothes are still sopping wet. I will get you something more comfortable until they dry off. Once they are clean, you can have them back.”

KC stepped back, averting his gaze as parental love swelled in his chest at the disgruntled grumbling and complaining that Bloodmoon made as they reluctantly took off their clothes so they could be dried off. Despite their childish nature and their habit of getting into trouble, KC felt that the twins being brought to his doorstep was the best thing to ever happen to him. His favorite part of the day was watching Bloodmoon bound through the backyard, freshly hunted animal in hand, excited to show him what they had killed and relive long-winded tales of how they had slaughtered it.

“We are ready,” Bloodmoon grunted, standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, clothes laying in a heap on the floor. Their voices were brought down to nothing more than a mere whisper as they hesitantly added, “thank you.”

“Of course,” KC replied brightly, kneeling down in front of Bloodmoon and gently patting them down with a towel. He was aware of how they shifted their attention from the towel to KC, leaning into his warm touch as the remnants of their pond mishap were dried away. “Once I am done cleaning you off, I will cook the fish you brought back for dinner. You gave me quite the scare but I am very proud of you both, do you understand that?”

Bloodmoon only made a grunt in response that KC took as a yes. Once he had dried the last of the water, KC carried the towel back into the bathroom before grabbing a new pair of clothes for the twins. It was a red bathrobe that he had been given at the soup kitchen and would be less than ideal for Bloodmoon, but it would have to do until their original clothes were cleaned and dried off. After lots of struggling and complaints from the twins, KC managed to get them into the bathrobe.

“Now that you are both safe and dry, there has to be some punishment for your little stunt,” KC stated, turning his attention away from Bloodmoon as he began to cut up the fish and prepare dinner. “Tomorrow morning, you are not allowed to leave the trailer until an hour after sunrise, got it? I am very happy that you are okay, but I am going to keep an eye on you for a bit to make sure it does not happen again.”

Immediately after their punishment was set in stone, Bloodmoon flopped to the ground at KC’s feet, the animatronic pressing their face against the trailer floor. KC let out an amused huff as he stepped around them to grab a pot to place the fish in once he was finished cutting it. It had only taken a few weeks of living with Bloodmoon to realize that it was best not to pay them any mind if they had a temper tantrum. Paying attention to them only caused them to complain and whine louder.

“Our father dares imprison us!” Bloodmoon cried, their voice still as loud as ever even when muffled by the floor. “He’s never going to let us see the light of day again, enslaving us in this stupid trailer! He’s going to let us starve! Awful father, he is.”

KC simply laughed to himself at Bloodmoon’s over dramatic nature, continuing to step over them as needed. It was only when the pleasant aroma of the fish soup on the stove began to waft through the trailer that the twins were silenced, sitting attentively at KC’s feet and waiting impatiently for their hunt to be turned into a delicious meal. Sure, Bloodmoon often gave him the robot equivalent of a heart attack with their impulsive nature, but KC wouldn’t trade moments like these for the world. As he had promised to Bloodmoon half a year ago, KC would care for them forever and always.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #fanfic writing #sams killcode #sams bloodmoon #I love them so dearly your honor

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mianaissante · 4 months

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KISS ME — genshin impact, xiao 🩰

tags: xiao/femreader!!, fluff, angst, heartfelt, cute, lowercase, dancing under the moonlight, confession

“𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑘𝑦 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.”

It is recommended to listen to Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer whilst reading ୨୧

enjoy!

love, what an insufferable word that one may ever encounter.

what even was love? how does one experience, better yet, realize love?

to xiao, love was something mere mortals may only experience, it was their design.

he never once considered, that an adeptus, an immortal being higher than humans, like him could be trapped in the chains of passion and jealousy, utter haze and drunkenly consumed love.

xiao never truly understood feelings, emotions, why humans could ever bother themselves with such trivial interferences of their minds.

in any shape or form, how did he ever find himself in a situation with the very thing has solely tried to avoid?

he hated that you cared.

he hated how your eyes would soften with the way he'd linger, he hated how you of all people were oblivious to his damned feelings.

aren't humans supposed to be an expert at this? he wondered how you have not caught up with him, maybe you were stupid? maybe slow? maybe you didn't understand the concept of love at all, like he did.

in the end, he would wind up standing by the balcony of wangshuu inn, secretly gazing at you as you work the day endlessly.

how, how did his heart flutter at the thought of you? you..you..you.

he stifled a small sheepish laugh, audible to himself and the winds only. he didn't know how to feel, was he mad at his own feelings? or did you drive him mad?

it all started the day you interrupted him from his duties. green grass absorbed his heavy footsteps, huff after huff, his breath heard atop the clouds.

it was a normal day to say the least, to him. xiao was focused on doing his daily patrols that he didn't notice you potentially harming yourself by having enough courage to hike up juyeun karst yourself, a mere mortal.

his eyes squinted with the way the wind was thrashing his face, the trees swaying with the song of its whirls, when suddenly a tree branch cracked like bones.

xiao sighed and rolled his eyes, “ what are you doing?”

“ what?” you replied so recklessly. the adeptus travelled his eyes to your hands which equipped a picnic basket.

“ i know you're following me, stop acting like you don't know what you're doing.”

“ calm down, i don't bite...unless you want me to.” you tease, great. xiao furrowed his eyebrows, crinkling his forehead and sighing. “ verr godlet just asked me to do something for her”

“ what is it she asked you to do, so that we can get it over with.”

“ oh divine archons wait! you're such a grumpy cat.”

“ did you just call me a cat?”

“ here.”

xiao eyed down the dish, confused.

“ you do know adepti don't eat.”

“ pftt like i didn't see you tear this dish down the other day. don't be shy now mr. adeptus, this'll be my treat.”

you smiled so wide your cheeks puffed as if you were a greedy squirrel stuffed with peanuts. the adeptus hesitated taking the almond tofu from you, but you interrupted his stare.

“ if you don't start eating this now, i'll be the one to feed you.”

he huffed and took the dish from you and ate it slowly.

“ i cooked that, so eat it well xiao! have a nice day.”

you turned your body away from him and merrily went down the hill like a toddler. he shook his head, taken aback from this sudden encounter.

xiao initially thought it would be this moment only, but boy was he wrong.

because today marks the day where chaos caused by you would start, and every passing day would be you butting in his duties.

“ where are you going, mr adeptus?”

its been an hour..maybe more, but you've been following the poor adeptus like a dog begging for a toy bone. xiao could only heave an annoyed sigh everytime you blabbed like a crazy woman.

“ for the last time, just call me xiao you mad woman!” his temper, it was firing up, riling up since you started it. he grumbled under his breath yet you only laughed at his frustrated expression.

you were playful, too playful for him! he could not, for the life of him, keep up!

“ i already ate your almond tofu, what more do you need from me?” he asked then turned himself to face you, hands on the curves of his waist as his weight leaned on his right leg.

“ hmmm, nothing, i just...like following you. to be honest, you're the first adeptus i've ever seen, it's all too exciting!”

“ it would be more exciting if you leave me be.”

“ now where's the fun in that?”

he didn't respond, he turned his back and continued to scope the area with his sharp eyes.

“ please for the love of archons, leave me alone.” and to his surprise, you shook your head and jumped on his back so suddenly. “ i'm never leaving your side mr. adeptus!”

“ get away!” he panicked and toppled over you, his face quivering as he sees you.

sprawled on the green grass, your rosy blood spreading across your cheeks and on top your nose. your hair in a disarray and your lips tugged in a huge grin.

sunlight hit your face and he caught his heart skipping a beat. oh fuck.

“ you'll never make me leave,” you laughed.

his eyes squinted, crazy. you were pure crazy!

“ you dumb idiot! you risked yourself with that stunt you pulled.”

“ but i'm fine aren't i? you held me close, that proves just how good you are at your job.”

that was in fact, correct. xiao had his arms around your back, which protected you from the fall.

“ if I didn't react quicker you would've injured yourself.”

you laughed, again. “ i'm fine, quit worrying!”

birthdays were never a big deal to xiao,

not until you made it a big deal to everyone.

usually he'd spend his day by doing the usual thing, keeping guard in liyue and protecting its land.

but...why is it now did this tradition change...and why was he inside a cardboard box?!

his day started with him sleeping by a hill near juyeun karst, he didn't want to admit it at all but he was fatigued. too tired to even do anything at the time. and so suddenly was he shoved in a cardboard box where god knows where he'll be transported to.

“ what are you doing to me?” he gritted through his teeth, fuming.

“ don't you worry, mr. adeptus. you're in great care, this box has fragile stickers all over it.”

you could hear his face palm, and so, you laughed. “ was shoving me inside a box to transport me in where, wangshuu inn? a good idea to you?!”

“ yes.”

“ fuck you.”

“ it'll be a good day for you, but first i'll put you in my room.”

he sighed, letting you do whatever you wanted to. he was too tired to deal with you.

time passed and you closed the door of your room, opening the box you see xiao burned up and hot. face red and eyes heavy. he was sleeping his life out as if he has never tasted a lick of slumber ever.

you gasped, holding the back of your hand on his forehead. “ you're scalding hot, xiao!”

you dragged his body up on your bed and started undressing him to atleast let air flow through his burning skin.

in a panic, you flinched when you felt his delicate fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping you from undressing him.

“ i can do it myself.” he grumbled.

of all things, xiao hated being vulnerable, he hated how he, a being of power, was weak like any mortal right now.

he hated to show it to other people, he hated being a nuisance, to him, he should only show the good parts of himself.

the responsible, not the hindrance-self.

but there was nothing he could do, he has shown it and he is ashamed.

and in some magical way, you could sense it.

“ is this why you don't show yourself to much people? to show how you're weak?”

he didn't answer, you took it as a yes. you had a bucket of lukewarm water and a handkerchief that you'll use to wipe his body with.

“ you know, it's okay to show these parts of yourself, because..these parts are what make you...you. it's okay to be weak, it's okay to cry, or to be vulnerable. it's alright to feel like you want to scream, it's okay to feel like you want to be alone..because at the end of the day, you have a heart that needs to be protected..the way you protect us.”

you wiped his face gently with the clothe and felt his throat with the back of your hand.

“ i went through the same thing as you too, i know what it's like.”

xiao smiled, silly human.

“ that was the first time you gave a good speech, [name], i appreciate it.”

“ should i take that as an insult?” you asked, confused.

“ no, you shouldn't.”

much to your disappointment, the party you had planned for him was delayed, everyone was too busy and he was lying on your bed sick.

you massaged the temples of your head and sighed, “ are you okay?”

he didn't respond, instead shifted his sleeping position opposite to you.

drenching the clothe again, you wipe his back with care, feeling how the lukewarm water turns hot at the contact of his skin.

xiao wasn't sure why you took so much are into him, he wasn't family to you, in fact he's a complete stranger. there's a visible gap between the two of you yet you try everything to break through and sit with him.

why were you treating him like he was someone special to you? he was confused, leaving him to furrow his eyebrows with pursed lips and clouding thoughts of which he never thought he'd ever have.

all of this is new to him, having someone caring about him.

he was scared, that's for sure. not only was he scared of being vulnerable, he was also scared of this. feeling..things, feeling how his heart would stop then beat repeatedly with no warning, its as if he was trapped in cellophane suffering from your affection. and by suffering, it meant experiencing new feelings in which he does not know how to deal with.

as if a lost puppy strolling road after roads looking for a bone. he could not believe it, he could not bare the thought of liking you, it was something unlike him.

but was it now?

he has grown into you like gum on the sole of a shoe, he has grown accustomed to your company, to your voice, to you.

he has tried, numerous times in numerous occasions to forget you, forget how you stride on hard ground with feet lingering on the green grass, forget how you giggle or laugh, forget how you smile or the way your eyes would crinkle like moons, forget how you'd care for him, how you'd prepare his lunches even if he didn't need to, how you'd ask him about his day repeatedly even if it was annoying to him at first but as time passed he realized having someone asking about how his day went felt great, and fuck.

truthfully in everything he tried, he failed, and there he was lovelorn and lovesick.

how could he forget her? how could he after all this time?

for the first time in his life he was handled like a fragile being, a human. Not treated like a beast, or a god, or a powerful being. He was his normal him when he was with you.

the little things you did..to him those things were more than little, it was everything to him. you were everything to him.

he became so fond of you he'd purposefully forget to eat his almond tofu in wangshuu in just for you to go out of your way to meet him with the food. heck, verr godlet knew his intentions and teased him for it.

its the thought of you that scares him, he's scared of how you aren't scared of him. he is capable of ruining you, destructing your innocence, yet why weren't you flinching? why weren't you shaking because of him?

he burrowed his head further on your pillow, feeling your scent float through his senses, you smelled like home, he did not have any home, but you were there.

“ xiao, i'm just going to change this water so i can manage to lower your temperature further, i'll go no-”

“ stay.”

with a sudden turn, you found yourself wrapped around burning arms, and thick hot breath fanning on the nape of your neck. “ h-hey what's wrong?”

“nothing, let's.. let's stay like this for a moment please.”

you spoke of nothing and obliged, you were stuck with him in your bed, him embracing your waist and you curled up into a ball. it was intimate, and it was feverish. almost like a daydream that may never end.

sometimes xiao reminded you of the moon, innocent and pure, he shone light even in the darkest parts of the night. everyday there would be new shapes of him, shades you'd never seen before. and what happened now...reminded you about it.

he was as attractive as the moon setting down to let the sun shine in the morning breeze, reflecting how he truly is as an adeptus, protector of the lands of liyue and its people. He puts others first before himself before he hides his selflessness once again . yet again sitting in the dark all by himself.

he was gentle, gentler than the lightest whirls of barbatos' winds, gentler than deers prancing 'round the deep forests, gentler than the slow waving currents in rivers.

with every passing moment spent by you and his alone, the more this affection seeps and drips, the more its scent lingers on the walks by the shore, the more it is embedded within one's soul.

to [name], he was her moon, and to xiao, she was his sun.

the night of the lantern rite has finally arrived. bustling crowds making their merry way to purchase lanterns filled the streets of liyue. it was a beautiful night, only the moon, crescented, and stars glittered the horizons above. not a single thing can ever ruin this moment for the people of liyue and for travellers alike.

they say this festival is a festival which is celebrated with your loved ones to celebrate the accomplishments and glory of gods and adepti, but what if you had been spending your night away with a certain someone?

" i won't try to deny it anymore."

he said, the wind scowling over our bodies. as you and him spoke under the starry night, only the moon's light casted shadows on xiao, something felt different about him, as if he wanted to say something important.

" i can't hold it anymore," he followed, seeing the desperation in his eyes, a pent of frustration evident in his golden hues.

he looked at you in a way he never looked at before, his eyes softened, not like before, something was different, something changed.

" it is you who i want, who i love, who i adore, who i want to be with." he close his lips as he gazed into your eyes, " will i ever know how you feel for me? do you feel the same?"

he trailed his stare onto the ground, " how can you possibly reciprocate my feelings, i'm a mere immortal who'll live for years even after you pass on. is it troublesome? i understand if you ca-"

a peck from your soft plump lips grazed onto his, eyes widened and he was stunned in place. he felt you travel your hands on both of his cheeks, tracing circles on his sensitive skin with your thumbs. his eyelids slowly started to give in and falter, he absolutely felt like jello as soon as your skin touched his.

a peck turned into a kiss, a passionate kiss. he himself had his hands on your waist, pulling you close, closer to him. he felt warmth for the first time in over a hundred years, he felt safe, at home. hot breaths fanned on one another, pulling back from the kiss, touching foreheads.

" for a grumpy adeptus, you sure do blabble a lot," you smiled.

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Multi Prompt Post; Mirror, Forlorn, Hush

Who else has ever thought, "You know what charades is missing? Angst."

In case the remark above wasn't clear, this chapter deals with some decent angst- you have been warned.

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 2

Next Chapter: Chapter 4

Word count: 2755

CW: Mild body horror, Panic/angst, Unintentional dehumanization, Adult language

I gasp as the weight in my hand thrashes- jerking up and scrambling back in my open palm.

It- it’s alive?!

As if I’d been given a handful of burning coals, instinct yanks my hands back and the… thing clatter onto the floor with an audible clink.

What the fuck is -

Before my brain can follow, a not quite human form stumbles to its feet and bolts away and at an unnerving speed. Within a matter of seconds the kitchen erupts into chaos. Honey’s barking reverberates against the walls as she follows suit- bounding after it as if it were one of the numerous elusive squirrels frequenting the property. Mouth open, she lunges, in an attempt to grab it but the creature dives out of the way, letting out a strained noise- a high pitched wail followed by a series of clicks as it darts under the kitchen table. Like a bull in a China shop, Honey continues her pursuit, carelessly shoving chairs aside without a second thought as she gives chase to … to what?? Its almost as if my brain stutters, stumbling over dots it’s struggling to connect.

The creature- as fast as it was- was no match for Honey, especially in the open expanse of the kitchen. Their frantic chase lasts all of 10 seconds before Honey has it cornered.

The creature squeaks- crying out as Honey pounces from side to side, yipping at it as she urges it to play in her very one sided game of chase- daring it to run. I stare blankly, having barely moved since my initial fright.

I couldn't quite see the creature from my vantage point behind Honey, but the glimpses I had gotten were telling; the iridescent sheen, the strange limbs…

There was no way…

The strained chittering from the corner jolts me out of my thoughts. Honey playfully nips at the creature not unlike the way she used to annoy the neighbors barn cat, blissfully unaware she was just torturing the poor thing… until he had swiped at her- The thought sends a chill through me. Would it bite her? Memories of its horrific mouth and those clawed finger tips are pulled from my mind… Sure, it was small, but that certainly didn’t mean that thing wasn’t dangerous- especially now that she had it cornered.

My mind was racing, searching desperately for some sort of plan of action. What was I supposed to do? There was no way I was letting that thing escape somewhere in my house- but its not like I could just let Honey maul some… Alien..? Monster? I still had no clue what that thing was, and there was absolutely no way I was going to be touching that thing myself. I shuddered as my brain conjured up various gore filled movie scenes of parasitic aliens burrowing themselves into a host. Was that what it was? Some juvenile alien looking for a host?? My eyes hastily dart around the kitchen, looking for some kind of solution- and then I see it.

A whiskey glass.

On the counter I spot one of the fancy glasses Clyde had insisted on bringing over the last time we drank. At the time I thought he was being pretentious, but at this moment I’m filled with nothing but thanks.

I take a wary step forward and watch as both Honey and the creature’s head are on me in an instant. I give a sharp whistle.

"Off." Honey tilts her head, reluctant to give up her new plaything, but upon making a noise of disapproval, she relents, trotting over behind me as she would when out hunting. I quickly take her spot- not letting the creature leave the corner.

There's an audible squeak from the creature as I kneel down. It chitters frantically, all four of its arms raised up in between us as it takes a step back.

Its antennae twitch in a way that almost seems ... nervous. It’s tail- I furrow my brow- it had a tail? Aside from the drastic change in size, the creature looked slightly different than it had before. For one- it had a tail; whip-like and bristly, almost like a porcupine with its spines folded back. It’s antennae seemed thicker, club-like near the tip, and its shell, no longer an inky black, had taken on a deep bluish green tone. It stares up at me, eyes wide and unblinking as it continues to chitter, head turning to look at the glass and back to me.

I raise the glass over its head and the creature stumbles, falling backwards in a much too human-like motion- a fearful little action that nearly makes me feel guilty. As the glass comes down over it, the creature ducks its head forward, clambering to its hands and knees- the whiskey glass too shallow even with it sitting.

For a moment, we both stare at each other, until the reality of the situation seems to settle in; I had caught some tiny creature maybe-alien in a whiskey glass.

Just what the Hell was I supposed to do now? Should I call some? Who would I even call??

I caught myself right before starting to chew on my thumb, trading in the old habit for occupying my hands with fidgeting instead. My eyes scan the countertops for my phone, finding it in its usual place at the corner opposite to me, right between my notepad and truck keys.

I hesitate- not too keen on the idea of leaving the creature unattended even for a brief moment, lest that thing get loose in my house. Wracking my brain for any sort of plan, I start taking a mental inventory of anything I could possibly use within arms reach.

Cleaning supplies, baking supplies, paper towels, paper plates-

I pause.

That could work.

Opening the cupboard to my left, I pull out a paper plate. Tipping the glass up ever so slightly, I slip the plate underneath, frantically trying to convince myself this is no different from catching a wasp.

It’s face turns up to lock eyes with me, muffled chittering escaping from through the glass. It seemed to stare daggers at me, squinting at me as if it were… insulted?

Questions of its intelligence resurface once again. There was no doubt in my mind that it was thinking, analyzing my actions as it scrutinized me… It had known how to lock the doors- Just how smart was this thing? More importantly - what was this thing?

As I shimmy the plate underneath the glass, the creature reluctantly crawls onto it, its glare never once relenting. I stand, placing the trapped monstrosity on the countertop near my phone. With a deep breath, I pick up my phone and stare at the screen- my mind once again racing at the bizarre logistics- just who the Hell I was supposed to call about a potential alien I had trapped like some kind of weird bug? Should I call Clyde? The police? They’d think I was crazy, right? Should I lie, or -

Tink.

A sharp clinking interrupts my thoughts. The creature bangs on the glass and I instinctively recoil

“Fat chance I’m letting you out-” I mutter, but my words die in my mouth the moment my eyes are on it. I watch in horrified fascination as the creature gestures frantically pointing to the notepad.

I freeze- heart beating wildly in my ears.

Did… Did it want to write?

An uneasy feeling creeps at the edge of my consciousness, making my skin prickle. As soon as I pick up the notepad it nods vigorously. That simple gesture made my skin crawl. It was communicating…

I feel as the blood drains from my face- a noticeable sinking feeling in my gut at the brief glimpse of this…this being’s intelligence.

I blanche, staring at the being, dumbfounded. Its mouthparts twitch under my gaze, as it continues pointing insistently at the notepad and then to the pen, looking all too human in its frustration.

It’s as though I’m underwater, my movements delayed as I pull up a chair and sit down. Carefully, I tilt the glass, a not insignificant part of my brain expecting the creature to dart off… but it doesn’t. Ever so slowly, it gets to its feet, tail swishing nervously as its multitude of eyes stay locked on my own.

It chitters, raising up its first set of arms, gesturing impatiently for me to hand it the pen. I comply, placing the pen in their outstretched arms, taking note of just how massive the pen looks in their strange grasp; The being no bigger than the pen itself- if that.

I flip the notepad open to a blank page and place it down in front of them. They awkwardly jostle the pen around, trying to figure out how best to hold it before figuring out a relatively steady grasp- the sight would be comical if it weren’t so bizarre… so real. In a motion almost akin to sweeping, bit by bit shaky letters begin to form.

H…E…L…P

I gasp- eyes wide as I read the word… the English word.

“H-help?” The creature flattens its antennae at the sound of my voice, but nods, “How-” I shake my head, wanting my own answers, “What are you?”

Again, it awkwardly dances with the pen as it answers,

H…U…M…A…N

It stares at the word before it moves, standing on the “HU” portion, and gesturing to the remaining letters.

M… A… N

My skin tingles with the pricking sensation of goosebumps as I read the word over again, mouth agape. A nervous laugh escapes me as the apparent not-so-human human points to the word and back to itself- himself. I grimace.

“I got news for you, buddy.”

The least human looking man I’d ever laid eyes on chitters an aggravated series of clicks as he begins to write again, almost as if muttering to himself.

W…A…N…T

My mind reels trying to figure out what he would need.

L … O…O…K

As he finishes his second word he then points to himself.

My mouth goes dry. Were they really human? Worse yet, if he was … what happened to him?

My voice feels hollow as I speak,

“You want to look…? At yourself??”

He makes a chirping sound, responding with an emphatic nod. An uncomfortable thought crosses my mind, Had he not seen what happened to him? I chew my lip, my thigh bouncing wildly beneath me.

“You know, it would have been faster to write mirror.” I quip, trying to relieve some of the tension I felt boiling under the surface.

He chitters in what I assume to be annoyance, sounding oddly similar to a treed squirrel. I hear the jingle of Honey’s collar as she perks up- clearly all too familiar with that sound.

I shoot Honey a stern look,

“Stay.” Turning back to the little being I add, “That goes for you too,” as I get up to grab my purse from the coat rack. He tosses his hands up in an exaggerated gesture of exasperation.

It’s as though I’m in a daze, my brain on autopilot as I navigate my way around the carnage of the night prior. The newfound context of the incident with the creature twisting a knot in my stomach. It’s- no, his hands raised in a placating gesture between Honey and himself… pleading to me… looking for help. I exhale- my breath coming out shaky. There were still so many questions- and it seemed like he had questions of his own as well.

I return to the kitchen with my purse, finding him sitting down on the countertop, staring blankly at his hands. Upon my approach his antennae perk up, and he stands to meet me. I can’t help but stare. He looks so small. I rummage through the mishmash contents of my purse, pulling out a compact with a mirror. Part of me wants to warn him- but what was I supposed to say? Heads up, you’re fucking horrifying? Surely he would have some understanding about his situation. It’s not like they couldn’t see their own body… Or my reaction to him last night. Without saying a word, I pop the compact open, placing it in front of him.

At the sight of his reflection, he stumbles back- his strange mouth hanging agape. That is, until he catches sight of his mouth- his hands flying up rapidly to cover it from view. For a moment, everything is still. He stands frozen in front of his reflection, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Soft chittering fills trinkles into the silence. In an agonizingly slow motion, his first pair of limbs reaches upwards, while his second remains wrapped around his waist, as if covering himself. His hands move across the hard surface of his face. He grazes clawed fingertips around each eye, hands trembling as they come up to feel the horn like protrusions at his crown.

He drops his hands, gaze falling to stare at them, before returning to his reflection once more. His movements at first slow and timid, increase in speed. He grabs at his face, twisting his head left and right before trembling hands grope at the gaps in his exoskeleton- frantically gripping and tugging at the edges. The groping becomes more violent- almost mauling- as he starts to pull at the edges of his shell as if wanting to rip it from his body. My hand twitches, ready to intervene. He chitters, and his attention gets pulled to his mouthparts. Motions far too violent, he yanks at the insectoid appendages covering his mouth, peeling back the appendages to stare at the horrific expanse of his oral cavity. I flinch at the pained squeak they make as he sees the grotesque sight of his inhuman maw. His chittering grows frantic- pained even.

Hands shaking, he scrapes at the hard shell of his face with clawed fingers, reefing on any gaps in his armor while making a strange shrill sound, like a bird simultaneously whistling and hyperventilating. The sound came forth rapidly and without rhythm, hitching and catching at random intervals as his chest heaved-

Oh.

He was sobbing.

My heart aches at the sight, and without thinking I reach my hand out in an attempt to break him from his panic. He flinches back staring up at me with too many wide wet eyes. I hesitate- hand hovering just before him, my heart wrenching in my chest.

Ever so carefully, I curl my fingers around him. He stiffens, freezing in place. I brush my thumb across his cheek, gently wiping away a trail of tears dripping down the too hard and too smooth surface of his face. He goes rigid under my touch, but doesn't pull away- instead he looks away, turning his head to avoid my gaze.

I will my hand steady as I hook my finger under his chin, softly guiding his face back to meet mine.

"Shh." I hush, "I.. I don't know what's happening, but I'm here to help, okay?"

As I speak, clawed hands grip onto my finger as his tiny form hunches forward, burying his face against my hand. My skin crawls as I feel his second set of arms unfurl, gripping onto my fingers. The sensation of the far too insect-like texture of their shell and two too many limbs against my skin made me wince- both disgusted with the sensation, but more so with myself for having the disgust cross my mind at all.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Almost as if to spite my own thoughts, I wrap my hands around him, in the closest approximation comfort I can think to provide- resenting the way I suppress a cringe as he returns the embrace.

Muffled chirps spill from between my fingers, his body trembling under my touch. My throat constricts- thigh still rapidly bouncing against the chair. What was I supposed to do? How on Earth was I supposed to offer any comfort? I stroke his side with my thumb, ashamed that fidgeting action was more to comfort myself. I told them I would help them… What am I supposed to do? Is there even anything I can do? My heart wrenches. Fucking useless. In my hands I held a pitiful sight, and there was nothing I could do, no words I could say, no solution I could offer.

All I could offer were hands to hold him.

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The Lava Tube

Summary: Azula and Suki explore a cave together.

Azula remembers the first time that she had truly felt alive again.

It was at the top of a cliff with the wind thrashing violently at her hair as a torrent of ruthless rain splattered her upturned face. The air was charged, backlit by rapid flashes of lightning.

The irony of it all; she had gone there to die.

They had suppressed her spirit and dimmed her personality—smothered and stomped out all of the things that had made her who she was. All of her ‘undesirable’, hard to work with traits. They had whittled her away until she didn’t love herself either. And nobody liked her any better for it.

She is standing on a cliffside again, but not nearly as close to the edge. A renewed lust for life, keeps her further back. A desire to avoid another rock climbing safety lecture from Suki adds a few more feet or distance.

Today the jungle is alive and golden. Dragonflies hum through clouds of pollen and dust. Azula can hear the soft rippling of the river that they had been walking parallel to. It is now distant and the distance has reduced it to just a backdrop to the parrot-iguana calls and toad-squirrel chitters.

Now and then some creature shakes the branches of the canopy and rattles a coconut out of place which drops to the ground with a thud.

Suki wipes some sweat from her brown and Azula swats at a fly that has taken a liking to her arm. “It will be cooler in the cave.” Azula mentions–her subtle way of trying to get Suki to hurry up.

It isn’t that she doesn’t also admire the glorious overlook that they have of the jungle below. It isn’t that she can’t appreciate a good rainbow cast by a close yet distant waterfall. It is more so that she wants to admire something that she has never seen before. Something with a bleakness that is both eerie and alluring. Something that very likely hasn’t ever felt human feet on its rocks.

“Have you ever gone caving before?” Suki asks.

Azula shakes her head. “Have you?” The faint tickles of nervousness decrease only slightly when Suki nods a yes.

“Once or twice. It’ll be nice to not have to carry a torch while we climb.”

“I am going to be using both of my hands, you know?”

Suki shrugs. “Katara tells me that you can breathe fire.”

Azula’s cheeks pinken. “You all need to stop discussing that day.”

“And you need to talk about it more.” Suki counters. “You tend to keep a lot of things inside.” She holds her palm over Azula’s heart. “That’s another thing that you and Sokka have in common; you two just don’t talk about how you feel.”

The pink on Azula’s cheeks darkens. She clears her throat. “Yes, well I…”

“You need to get used to it. You’re safe.” Suki promises.

Azula swallows. She supposes that she is. That she has been for a while now. But old habits are so deeply ingrained. “Can we…?” She gestures to the cave opening.

Suki smiles. “After you.”

Azula makes her way towards the edge, squats down, and insects the opening. “It used to be a volcano.”

“It smells like one.” Suki agrees. “Is it still active?”

Azula shrugs. “I suppose that we’ll find out.” She ignites a small flame in her palm. “It looks like our descent will be less of a climb and more of a walk, if we navigate the slope right. Of course, we could still climb if we choose but it isn’t a straight drop that would require all of our equipment.” Although she feels inclined to use it anyhow, just in case. She supposes that, in the worst case, she could break her fall with well timed jets of fire to propel her upwards. But Suki doesn’t have that luxury.

What time is eaten away by dressing themselves in all of their gear is made up by a much easier descent. Even so, Azula is slightly breathless by the time they reach the bottom. She holds her hand out and helps Suki climb over the boulder. “Watch your step, there’s a hole on the left.”

.oOo.

Suki had never taken Azula for someone who would be fascinated by rocks. But the woman seems mighty invested in running her fingers over many of them. She names them too, tells Suki all about the different formations that she observes.

“It’s mostly basalt, but there’s a lot of obsidian here too.”

Suki can’t tell if she is actually speaking to her or if Azula is muttering to herself, a habit that she has taken on as of late. Azula has many precious little habits. Ones that she doesn’t seem to notice but they mean the world to Suki. The way that she flicks her bangs when she is bored or nervous. The way that she purses her lips and scrunches her brows when she is focused or determined. She likes to rub her thumb and pointer together and create little sparks when she needs a subtle way of keeping her hands busy.

After years of sitting rigidly, quietly, and politely, Azula has become a touch restless. She likes to be busy at all times. Frankly, Suki hopes that this little adventure will coax her to rest a little bit. Not that Azula isn’t speedily inspecting every nook and cranny of the entrance chamber.

Suki hastens her pace and follows Azula and the light of her fire towards what first seems to be a very narrow crack. “Azula, I don’t think that I’m going to fit.”

Azula looks her over. “You’ll be fine.”

Suki bites her lower lip. “Azula, you’re tiny.”

Azula frowns. She picks up one of their torches. “I’ll go in myself and tell you what’s in there.”

“Azula…” She pauses. “I would rather not be alone. Every time I’ve been in a cave I had a few people with me.”

Azula’s frown deepens. “I will be quick.” She declares as though that settles the matter.

They have talked about this. They’ve talked about it several times. And Azula never seems to relent. Suki sighs. She really doesn’t want to have this discussion in a dark and lonely cave. “Well what if you get stuck?”

“I won’t.” Azula assures. “See.” She has herself partially squeezed into the crevice.

“Fine. Go.”

Azula seems tenses. “It’s fine. Never mind.”

Suki can hear the enthusiasm leaking out of Azula’s voice and her heart sinks.

“I just don’t want either of us to get stuck. That’s all.” Suki knows that Azula is aware that there is more to it than just that. And that is precisely what has stolen the joy right out of her. “There’s a bigger opening over there.” She tries.

“Yeah. Sure.” Azula mumbles.

Suki’s heart sinks further still. She had been very excited to explore that cavern and seeing all of that delight turn to disappointment makes her wonder if she is in the wrong here, makes her feel guilty. She doesn’t think that Azula does this on purpose. The princess probably doesn’t even notice. Which is a problem in itself…

“It’s fine, we can see what is in that opening.” She pauses. “The other one was probably just a dead end anyhow.” The silence is tense as they enter the larger opening. Suki opens her mouth several times but can’t come up with anything to say.

They are a good distance into the tunnel when Azula begins to run her fingers over the rocks again, slowing her pace to trace the craggy linework of them. “It’s a lava tube.” She concludes. “I think that it was connected to the initial cave entrance.” She pauses again. “This might take us closer to the heart of the volcano.”

“You think so?”

Azula nods.

She resumes her silence until the tube begins to widen.

And with its increasing width comes an increase in heat. An increase that has Azula dabbing at her forehead. “This might just be an interesting discovery.”

Some of the butterflies in Suki’s stomach go still. Azula’s voice has a bit of that spark back.

“Look at this.” Azula stands with her face towards the ceiling. “I think that those are lava stalactites. I’ve never seen formations like these before. There are some crystals on them too.”

Suki cranes her neck but she can’t seem to see what Azula does. So the princess gently takes Suki’s head in her hands and turns it in the right direction. And there it is, a twinkling spiral of translucent orange gems. “What kind are they?”

Azula hums. “Citrine? Orange Fluorite? I’m not sure. I will have to refer to my scrolls when we get back to the palace!”

Suki manages a smile.

Azula takes her hand. “I’ve always wanted to see a lava waterfall. Of course we won’t be able to get very close…” She pauses. “Unless you would like to turn back now.”

The rest of the butterflies disperse. “We can keep going and see if it gets too hot.”

.oOo.

Perhaps she hadn’t gotten to explore that small crevice but she did get to see a lava waterfall in all of its roaring, furious glory. The sound it had made was a toss between a clap of thunder and the crackling pop of a campfire magnified tenfold.

She hadn’t been able to stare for too long with the brightness being so violently golden and complete. But what she had seen of it is burned into her memory. The cascade splashed into a thick molten pool. In her head she had pictured dragons bathing in its ebbing flow, rising out of the lava with unscathed and dripping wings. Powerful beasts basking in nature’s power.

The glow from which followed she and Suki well down the length of the lava tube as they made their exit. Even for her it had grown much too hot. By the time they reach the much cooler entrance chamber of the volcano, the both of them are perfectly ready for a break.

With the light of the entrance streaming in, Azula lets the fire in her palm snuff out and lays herself down on the cool ground next to Suki. “I suppose that I should thank you for dissuading me away from that crack. It would have been terribly boring in comparison.”

Suki smirks and brushes a few strands of hair out of Azula’s face. “Is that right? Are you actually admitting that you were wrong.”

Azula sniffs. “Absolutely not. The crack would have been exciting in its own right.”

Suki rolls her eyes and gives Azula a little nudge. “If you say so.”

“I do.” Azula replies.

Suki wiggles closer and takes Azula into her arms. “Well I’m glad that this whole caving thing went well.”

Azula relaxes into her embrace and nods. “I would like to explore the Cave of the Two Lovers next. The Avatar made it sound like a fascinating place. Of course, it won’t compare to the lava waterfall. Unfortunately, we have already seen the pinnacle of natural beauty…”

“You’re looking at it right now.” Suki agrees.

Azula crinkles her nose. “Apparently it takes at least five years of being in a relationship for the other person’s terrible sense of humor to rub off on you.”

“Sokka’s sense of humor is an acquired taste. And if his sense of humor has rubbed off on me then my sense of humor will rub off on you. So you will have Sokka’s sense of humor too.”

“I’d rather pitch myself into that lava lake.” Azula grumbles. “My own sense of humor suits me just fine and it will eventually dominate Sokka’s sense of humor and instill itself within you.”

Suki laughs. “You are very intense, you know that?”

“I have been told.” She replies. “But you are still here so…” She shrugs.

“It’s part of your charm.” Suki admits.

Part of her charm…

She swallows. Mostly, people seem to get uncomfortable with her intensity. Suki takes it with a laugh and a smile.

“I think that it’s also part of your sense of humor.” Suki presses her forehead against Azula’s. They fall into a serene sort of silence. For a good while, she is perfectly content listening to the rush of air as it works its way through the cave. Perfectly content to listen to the squawking of birds outside of the cave and the squeaking of flutterbats from within.

“We should probably head back now.” Suki suggests.

“Yes, I suppose that we should.” Azula agrees. They will likely reach the palace well after dark. If they reach it at all; she supposes that she wouldn’t be too upset to spend the night under the stars. “We could spend the night in this cave.”

“We could.” Suki taps her chin. “Do you want to spend the night in this cave?”

“Well I don’t particularly feel like rushing back to the palace.”

“Alright. Let’s try it.”

Azula snuggles herself closer to Suki and nuzzles her cheek against the woman’s chest. At any rate, she is rather drained from this adventure and Suki is plenty comfortable. She kisses Suki’s neck. “By the way, I found this for you.” She draws a small crystal out of her pocket. “It was in the crevice.”

Azula watches her turn the small red gem over in her hand. “It’s really pretty, Azula, thank you.”

Azula smiles to herself and looks towards the mouth of the cave. Warm rays of dying dayling wash golden over her face.

Finally, days are becoming kinder to her.

Suki squeezes her hand.

#avatar the last airbender #azula #atla suki #azuki #azula/suki #fanfiction #one shot

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sicksucculentz · 10 days

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Regretavator Headcanons: Bive. Part 3

She can make a few small odd noises that seem to be isolated to just her. One of the most notable noises is this weird deep warbling sound that comes from deep in her chest, doesn't even have to open her mouth.

The first time Split ever saw Bive loose her grip a bit Bive wrapped her arms around Split and shoved her face into Split's shoulder. She was shaking and starting to squeeze a little too tight. Split quickly hugged her back tightly and rubbed up and down Bive's back. When she asked what was wrong she was not expecting Bive respond in tears and a wobbly voice "The pages wont stop turning! the radios wont stop talking!" Split gave her an odd look "Bivey I don't hear any radios....or books.....are you hearing things?" Bive sort of tensed up "you don't hear it? the mumbling over the radios? Someone is reading books too loud" Split just stood there rubbing Bive's back for a little while feeling so guilty Bive was suffering from auditory hallucinations for so long and she couldn't do anything to make it go away. After about 10 minutes Bive got the weighted blanket treatment with a warm cup of coco while Split scrubbed her fingers into Bive's scalp wich Bive very much enjoyed.

She has gotten into fights before, mostly with odd creatures she runs across during studies. Once she faced off with Pest! no one really won that fight because Walter broke the fight up. Pest was a bit caught off guard so he only got like one weak swing in and pulled her hair. Bive grabbed one of his horns and one of the mandles poking out from his mouth. She really was set on pulling the mandible off but luckily she didn't pull it off but she came pretty close, Pests mandible was sore for a little while after.

She fainted the first time she got on the elevator. The combination of stress, lack of sleep, and anxiety around new people caused her to just hit the deck, what an introduction. All that happened was she stepped on, got stares because of her appearance, then Walter just said hi to her and her eyes rolled back into her head, she plopped down on her knees, then fell forward face first directly into the floor of the elevator. She stayed down, she did not move a muscle as Dr. RETRO and Infected stared at her. Infected nudged her with his foot and looked up at Walter with a worried expression and said "what the hell is this creature?"

Her feet, legs, and hands resemble that of a squirrel. She does have a tail but it's short, very short. It looks like a tail of a deer and Split screamed and pointed at it the first time she saw it as Bive took her trench coat off when it got a little too hot. It startled Bive and she ran away down a hallway.

She's....shockingly fast. Not crazy fast but it's still notable

She can't even count how many times she's had to say something like "I'm female" or "i'm a woman" anymore. It's common for her to be mistaken for a man.

Split has had to forcibly restrain her before, only 2 different times. She was spiraling into a massive freak out; pulling her own hair out, leaving scratch marks on the floor and walls, sometimes screaming, other times loudly rambling about anything and everything, biting herself, etc. Split was able to come up behind Bive and hugged her tight. She was able to trap her arms down at her sides and she instantly started trying to buck Split off. Screaming and yelling "no no! let go of me!! let go!! no!! Split!!" She kicked her feet and wriggled like a worm trying to get free. Split just held onto her while she thrashed around. It took about 10 or minutes but she started to calm down and stop fighting so hard, she'd exhausted herself. Split only let her go when her much calmer and very tired voice weakly croaked out "...ok....ok i'm ok now....thank you...thank you". The other time she actually tackled Bive to the ground and ended up having to pin her by holding her leg so she can't stand up. Party Noob was there for that one and tried to help by crouching down next to Bive's head and gently petting her head. Luckily it worked! Split and Party Noob did it!

#regretevator headcanon #bive headcanons #bive #regretevator split #Split loves Bive #She helps keep that poor woman grounded

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 7 months

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Older:

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.

𝒍𝒆𝒆: hannie

𝒍𝒆𝒓: innie

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭i𝘯𝘨! 💗

𝕥𝕨: tons of teasing

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.

“Awe is our baby bread all blushy ?~ " Jisung cooed as Jeongin rolled his eyes. I.N had been dealing with Jisung's constant teasing all day. He was aware that Han was just trying to rile him up, but he couldn't help but blush.

When Han finally broke him by kissing him on the cheek, a red-faced Jeangin couldn't handle it anymore. Jisung was aware that he should probably run, so he stood, brushing himself off and bolting towards the door.

“ITS LOCKED?!" Jisung screeched, terrified when Jeongin slowly approached, however, he just back hugging Han as he visibly relaxed. Maybe the maknae forgave him.

"Awe Sungie. I may be the maknae but i know you so much more than you know yourself. Little lee mood? You’re so cute…”

Jisung was stunned, to say the least. He completely ignored the loss of honorifics as blood rushed to his cheeks.

“I mean, look at your cheeks! You look like an adorable baby squirrel!" Jeongin cooed.

The teasing was simply too much for the older whose face was bright red as his hands shot up to cover his face, slightly smiling.

Jeongin continued hugging the older, wrapping his arms around his waist, an overwhelming sense of fondness growing within his chest.

So that was when Jeongin decided to attack. Jisung was significantly weakened from the teasing.

The maknae suddenly dug his hands into the olders sides, face lighting up with glee at the squeal that rippled through the room.

“NAHAHA PLEHEASE!" Jisung giggled as Jeongin blew small raspberries on the back of his neck, still massaging small circles on the bare flesh of Han’s stomach.

However, Han was still way stronger than Innie, breaking out of his hug, and instead of trying to get out of the room, he leapt into bed and sealed himself under the blankets.

Jeongin just giggled, straddling the lump's waist before digging into what he assumed older’s ribs, grinning when he heard muffled laughter through the blanket.

When Jisung kicked out from under blanket, Innie saw his chance.

He dove under the blankets near the olders feet, grabbing Jisung’s knee and trying not to laugh at the loud screaming when Innie massaged into the muscles of Jisung's inner thigh

“AHAHAH IHIHIM SAHOHORRY INAAA!" Jisung’s laughter fell silent soon after.

Really? You're sorry now? Will you tease me again?" the maknae asked, knowing the quokka couldn't answer due to his constant laughter.

Soon enough, Jeongin slowed the tickling into light circles on Hannie's knees.

"Will you do it?" Jeongin asked yet again.

"YEHEHES YOUHU BRAHAT!" Jisung was not going to lose so easily. He's endured so much worse.

However, Jeongin knew what really drove the older mad. He recalled Chan telling everyone Jisung's weakness after Changbin wrecked the boy with him earlier.

Innie balled his hands up into fists and dove for Jisung's ribs. Hannie, who was aware of the younger’s attempt to knuckle him, screeched and thrashed in fear. He was NOT prepared.

Too late.

“JEONGIN! JEONGINAHAHA! NOHOHOHO IHIHIM SAHAHARRY!” Jisung squealed, throwing his head back when Innie managed to pin him properly, small fingers rapidly stroking, wiggling, and pinching one of his worst spots.

“You’re sorry now? Is it because you can’t handle it? I think it is~” Innie cooed at the tomato-faced boy as his thrashing renewed at the teasing.

"I WOHOHOHONT DOHOHO IT AGAHAHAIN! STAHAP I CAHAHANT PLEHEASE!"

“Hmm...maybe after a little more…"

Innie continued torturing the ace, rapid fingers leaving the quokka a cackling, hysterical mess underneath him.

Tears streamed down Jisung’s face as he howled for Jeongin to stop. He didn’t know how much more he could take.

“IHIHI CAHAHAN’T ANYMOHOHOHORE!”

Jeongin slowed his fingers to a full stop. He giggled at the flustered, dazed, teary boy underneath him. Innie ruffled his hair before giving his hyung the aftercare he deserved.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

A/N: i was in a bit of a ler mood so i wonder if it affected my writing, things may be a little more…descriptive than normal but i hope you enjoy! 💗💖

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #skz tickle #skz #stray kids

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