" FUCK, MARRY, KILL " [MEWGULF]

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It was a fine day for Gulf Kanawut. He is light on his feet and his eyes are glimmering with happiness. He took a morning stroll around his block, sending a few hello's and nods to his neighbours.

Why was he so happy you asked? It was his birthday yesterday, and staying true from his family tradition it meant he was allowed to commit murder.

Meaning, he killed a sacrifice last night.

Yes, The Traipipattanapong's are the well-known killers (illegally, of course, in the murdering worlds), One of the biggest family murderers in history.

From paid assasins to straight up psychopaths, they were whole pack.

And Gulf was one of the last heir to turn into an official family murderer. It was up to him what he wanted to do with his title. He could do a mass killing for all he care.

But there are a few rules though, every month, he need to atleast kill one person, and it needs to be someone he knows.

Without paying much mind, he continued on with his life. Seriously, one person a month? Thats it? Easy AF. He was a social butterfly, he got friends all over the world, Connections and acquaintances.

As Gulf went back to his block, he noticed a big ass truck across his house.

'Weird,' he thought, 'a moving truck? Thats the second one in DECADES'

Even though he liked his hometown, he couldnt lie that it wasnt a shit hole though. He would love to study abroad, and so he put so much effort in his studies. Meaning, he cheated his way up.

He went inside his house and greeted his mother in the kitchen. There, they have a great view of the house across theirs.

"Hey ma, its so weird, there's a new neighbour today!" Gulf said, afer kissing his mom on the cheek.

"Thats the second one isnt it?"
"Why would they move here of all places? Lol"

His mom stopped washing the dish for a second, and peeked from the blinds for awhile. "Hm, thats a cute boy."

Gulf choked on his air, he hurried then peeked through the blinds too. And yup, there was a boy--or is it a man?

Either way, its in the male spectrum obvi.

The male was moving the boxes from the truck to the front of his door. Oh, and there was his parents, and sister. Maybe a sister, it could be his wife for all Gulf know.

"Interested honey?" His mom chuckled, "I know that look of yours, you're getting ideas."

Gulf didnt say anything, still staring at the other male across the street.

"You could make him your sacrifice next month," his mom continued "seems...romantic"

Gulf furrowed his eyebrows, 'sacrifice? He barely know him though?' He thought.

"Or just your partner, it wont matter for me"

From the last remark Gulf finally then rolled his eyes. Though, at the back of his mind that last statement seems tempting.

"Ugh, ma, he could be married!" Gulf hissed. He know that his mom could be very try-hard about his love life. Seriously, it's none of ya bussiness, mom.

"So what if he is?" His mom asked and continued on washing the dishes.

Gulf choked on air once again.

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That night, Gulf laid down on his master bed with multiple knifes laid down around him.

He had been collecting knifes since he was 13. Now that he was 18, he had all kinds of them already. Worth more than the kardashians surgery probably, oops.

His personal favorite was a cute (well, dont know if we could call it cute since its a knife but-) purple holographic knife he got three years back. It has a black bow on the handle and he loved how it moved whenever he swayed the knife around.

Seems very gracious, y'know?

Why would Gulf have all of this knife?  Thought you would know by now.

First, he's a psycopath. Duh.

And second;

Gulf has this..condition, okay scrap that, he has a kink for blood and pain. (wow, masochist? Who would've known haha.)

But instead of somebody else in pain, he think of himself with the pain.

Gulf laid on his bed staring at his favorite knife while "love me like you - little mix (slowed)" was playing at his room.

He slowly run his knife up and down across his body. Shivering feeling the cold metal against his exposed thighs.

He had a devilish thought.

He lifted his shirt, exposing a smooth chocolate skin. Then he lowered his hot pants too, not too much and only leaving his tip out.

With his knife in hand, he grazed the tip of it diagonally onto his stomach. It sent shivers down his spine, and his junior was building up with heat.

He did it again, but this time he pressed harder. And so, blood started pouring out. Something about it was very, hot.

Gulf winced yet started to moved his hips, feeling the friction between his member and his tight hotpants.

He was panting at this point. He was still cutting the edge of his stomach, it stunged him very much. Yet, the pain and plessure fill him up at the same time.

Gulf brought the knife to his mouth and licked the blood clean.

Wanting more, he then touched himself with his other hand. Feeling hotter than ever. His member was hard and dripping, it needed so much attention right now.

Gulf moaned from his cold touch, and started to jack off slowly, covered with his own blood.

"Ah, ah..ahn.. fuc-...hmmn.."

He whined and whimpered, his hand swift and smooth. He think of a person that would wreck him, that could fuck him up. Someone that will hurt and tie him while fucking him senseless.

He thought of,

The new neighbour.

Fuck.

Goddamit, whatever.

He opened his legs and lifted it up. His other hand took his knife again and grazed his (thicc) thighs.

The sight of blood dripping to his dick made him moaned louder. He could see his precum and blood was mixed all together.

"Haaa..hnn...ah, hng-.." Gulf moaned louder, yet with his building knot it came out very muffled and strained.

He fastened his pace while moaning the word, "daddy, daddy". He then felt the knot on his stomach, and after one swift move he poured his bliss all over.

The white substance was on his bed and chest--mixed with blood, he was lowkey proud of his creation. The wound that was on his body and his sensitive member, a perfect match.

He panted and smiled from his euphoria.

But then he furrowed his eyebrows in realization.

Wait,

What the fuc?