#aa i'm staring so hard

[forgotten-daydreamer]

I CAN'T FOCUS. I HAVE A PAPER DUE 10 PM AND- I CAN'T FOCUS AT ALL. PLEASE. WHY. IT'S IMPORTANT.

[themissinghand]

Hello..I hope you have a wonderful day..I'm glad to see you..Can I ask Sung Jinwoo x cheerful female reader..Reader met Jinwoo for the first time when he was still E rank..Reader fell in love with him first ..She is always by Jinwoo's side when Jinwoo is always looked down upon by others.She also helps Jinwoo financially because she want to help him as much as possible.And the Reader meets Jinwoo's younger sister, Jinah and straight up says 'please let me marry your brother'..(Surely the situation will be lively with the behavior of both of them .(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)..)..Jinah like aa okay??...Reader must be surprised when they see Jinwoo's new look.Reader be like: 'Where is my baby boy!!!.. As far as I know about he, he doesn't have a twin!!” dramatically…

Okay... Thank you... Take care of yourself(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠).. Hope you are not stressed by my request.. Bye-bye(⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠)..

Solo Leveling: Little King, Big King

Summary: In which Jinwoo will always be your little king, even if puberty hits him hard.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x cheerful F! Reader

Note: Such a cute request! As well, thanks for your patience, sorry that I took so long! 

Warning: None! 

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“What is a kid doing here?”

Jinwoo perks up when he hears someone approach him. He turns around, seeing a taller girl staring at him with a cheeky smile. 

“Heya! Are you okay? Are you lost? How old are you?” She bombarded him with questions, and Jinwoo felt overwhelmed by her curiosity. Were she from another team? Probably, he had never met her before. 

“Hold on. You’re hurt.” She pulls out a potion, and without giving Jinwoo time to react, she immediately gave it to him. 

“Drink little guy. Next time, don’t wander into a dungeon by yourself alright? It’s dangerous.” 

“I’m 16.” Jinwoo deadpanned, and she gasped dramatically. 

“No way, me too!” She cheered, and Jinwoo sweatdropped at her cheerful personality. 

“Hold on, drink first. Then I’ll take you with me! You’re from the other team right? They abandoned you here? What a crazy bunch of adults!” Her words spew out of her easily, making Jinwoo a bit flustered in keeping up with her speed. Instead, he only nodded absentmindly, staring at the potion in his hand.

“Drink up little guy. What are you waiting for? Big sister will help you.” She grinned, and waited for him. 

Big sister? We're literally the same age.

Seeing her insistence, he drank the potion anyway, feeling his injuries and fatigue wash away.

“Now you look better! Come on, I’ll help you get back to your family.” She extended her hand that was also full of calluses. Was she also working like him?

“My name is (L/N) (Y/N)! What’s your name?” 

“...Sung Jinwoo.” He accepted her hand, and she shakes his hand firmly. 

“I finally met someone my age in the dungeons!” She then started leading the way, leading him away from his team who had already abandoned him, and toward another group of people. 

“I’m a gunslinger by the way, so I use guns. I’m only a C-rank though, but I have good eyes like a scout! What about you?” He flinches when she asked, and he felt ashamed of his own weakness. 

“I’m an E-rank hunter.” Jinwoo pull apart, feeling the embarrassment settle in, and he didn’t dare to look up at (Y/N), after all, she probably is disappointed-

“Okay, do you want to come with me?” Despite it all, your cheerful expression did not falter. 

Well, it’s better than here. 

Jinwoo took your hand without looking back.

Jinwoo was used to the judging eyes and disapproving looks. 

So he was bewildered to see you blissfully walk past them without a single care in the world. 

Were you just simply ignorant? 

“Ignore them. They’re always gonna judge others and put us down.” Jinwoo felt a squeeze.

“I know how you feel.” Jinwoo wondered what expression you have now, and when you turned around, you had a gentle smile on your face. 

“Come on, I’ll treat you to some convenient store food. I’m starving and I earned enough.” 

Jinwoo followed her into the store, and watched her skip and twirl until she stopped in front of instant ramen. Then, she shoved it towards him. 

Before Jinwoo could say anything, she patted his shoulder. 

“At times like this, we have to stick together! Just because we poor, doesn’t mean we’re a doormat!” 

Jinwoo blinked, but he couldn’t hold back his laugh. 

“Aww, you’re so cute when you laugh! Like a teddy bear!” Her compliment made him blush and hide away, but she didn’t stop pestering him about it until they finally got their ramen ready to eat.

“Hey, add my number, you’re in a tough spot right?” Jinwoo flinches, feeling shame, but seeing your concerned face, he felt relieved. 

“I’ll help you, and when you grow up, you can pay me back! Promise?” Sticking out your pinky like a child, you grinned brightly. 

Jinwoo could only smile gratefully, before locking pinkies. 

There and then, a promise was made.

“Mom! Jinwoo-oppa got fried chicken for us! And he brought a friend over!” 

It’s been a couple of months since that promise, and to his surprise, you didn't break the promise. In fact, you supported him...a lot.

“Oh dear, you didn’t have to.” 

“Nice to meet you Auntie, my name is (L/N) (Y/N), and this one's on me. Don’t worry!” 

“You’re too sweet, but we can’t-” 

“It’s okay! Jinwoo helped me a lot, so this is me paying him back!” 

JInwoo watched as you debated with his mom, going back and forth until his mom gave in with a smile. 

Before he knew it, everyone gathered around the table and began digging in. Soon, Jinah began bombarding you with questions, such as how you met, and-

“Do you like my oppa?” 

“Of course I do! I’ll marry him when I grow up!” 

Jinwoo froze in embarrassment, while his mom was simply a little bit surprised, before a cheeky and playful look replaced it quickly, just like his little sister. 

“Really?” 

“Yep! He’s the cutest boy I’ve ever met! He’s so sweet and cuddly like a teddy bear-” Jinwoo slaps a hand over your mouth while his face remains bright red. 

He felt your lips move still, as if joking or teasing him. 

He felt questioning and teasing stares from his family, and he knew that they would never let this go. 

One meal turned into multiple, until your presence became a norm at his little home. 

“Auntie! I got you and Jinah some skincare! You have to try this!” And your relationship with his mom and sister has grown a lot. 

A little too much. 

“Aigoo, you didn’t have to buy something so expensive for us.” 

“It’s okay Auntie! You always make me delicious food!” 

“Oppa.” Dazed, it took Jinwoo a moment to direct his attention to his sister, who had her arms crossed.

“When are you going to marry (Y/N)-unnie?” 

“W-What?!” She rolled her eyes at him. 

“You better marry her soon or else someone is gonna steal her away!” His sister gives him a little pat of encourage before she runs off towards you and his mom and joining in on the skincare talk. 

He watches as you turn towards him and gave a cheeky little grin before you were tackled into a hug by Jinah. 

Can you really ask you for marriage? Does he have the right to ask you when he’s still this weak? He still needs to rely on you to survive. 

He can’t, at least not now. 

When he grows up, Jinwoo promises to pay you back and protect you. 

He just hopes that day will come soon. 

“Jinwoo!”

He can’t die now. 

Even if his vision is blurred by blood or if hope is nothing but a bitter dream. 

He won’t die here. 

“Jinwoo?” 

Just as surprised as you were, Jinwoo noticed that he was much taller than you now. He chuckled, noticing how you seemed very confused as you peaked around him, as if analyzing and trying to figure out what is going on. 

“Jinwoo doesn’t have a twin right…?”

“(Y/N), it’s me.” 

It took a moment for you to process before you held his arms as your eyes turned glossy. Jinwoo panicked as he saw you were going to cry, until you suddenly squeeze his cheeks. 

“Where did my cute teddy bear go! I mean you’re still handsome but...my little king!” He felt a harsh tug and he stumbled forward into your arms. 

“How did puberty hit you this hard!? Was it because you were cursed and then after you woke up from a coma, you finally were able to grow?” 

What is this? Some cliche manhwa plot? 

Jinwoo pull you apart easily, shocking you again, but instead he pulls you into a hug. 

“Don’t worry, I’m still your teddy bear.” 

“But you’re too big for me to spoon you now!” Jinwoo bursts out laughing at your pouting face which is full of disappointment. 

“(Y/N), I’ll spoon you.” Before you could say another word, he holds your hand tightly. 

“(Y/N), remember our promise long ago?” You nod slowly, clearly missing his old self. 

“I’ll protect you, and pay you back for everything you did for me and my family.” 

“You don’t have to-” 

“It’s a promise, and we pinky promised it.” 

“Not fair! How come your puppy eyes are still the same even when you’re big!” You playfully cross your arms, before a cheeky grin appeared on your lips. 

“Fine, treat me to fried chicken okay?” 

“Anything you want.” 

“Let me spoon you?” Jinwoo laughs. 

“If you can.” He ruffles your hair, making you jump and punch him playfully. 

“Jinwoo! This is why I like your little version better! At least he was cute and he listens to me-” Jinwoo pulls you closer by the waist, making you yelp by instinct. 

“Am I still not cute?” You push him away. 

“You’re handsome, not cute. There’s a difference.” Jinwoo smirks when he sees you turn away with a blush on your cheeks. 

“Unnie, you can just marry him and then when you have children, there will be mini-versions of him again!” 

“Jinah!” 

JInwoo laughs, that actually doesn’t sound too bad. 

[lvlyghost]

The Things I Never Said

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: Simon had told you he never wanted to be a dad, so when the inevitable happens you run.

Word Count: 2.2k

Tw: angst, fluff, ooc simon(? descriptions of pregnancy and panic attacks, medical inaccuracies, slightly suggestive but nothing too explicit, this isn't proofread; i think that's it?✨

A/N: omg i couldn't stop thinking about this so i had to write it! I'm just feral for dad!simon loosely connected to this bc this is where the idea came from. Hope y'all enjoy it🫰🏻💛🦄

Masterlist✨| Part 2

You're shaking by the time you're out of the bathrooms. There's no doubt. You think with slight tremble on your lower lip. It almost feels aa of the world around you is closing in. Suffocating your lungs. Your vision blurs, when you toss the pregnancy test in the trash can.

This can't be happening. Not to you.

It's not that you didn't want to have kids.

But Simon didn't.

At this point you're sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for air. It's a good thing no one comes to this part late at night. The only moment you could find peace and solace. Sliding down the wall, hiding your face in your hands. How could you let this happen? You should've been more careful.

Your mind goes back to that day when neither of you cared about the consequences. Caught up in the moment, tearing each other's clothes; eager to be together. You hadn't seen Simon in two months when he was deployed to Serbia and you had to stay behind. Being both in the military meant knowing the risks. Every time could be the last time. You heard things about that specific mission. He got injured. You remember the gnawing fear clawing at your chest. And then there he was, knocking on your door as soon as they landed. His shoulder wrapped around bandages. He kissed you hard, desperately.

Hitting the mattress with you on top of him, not wanting to hurt him anymore. The sweet things he murmured in your ears, hands intertwined as you fall apart together.

You love him.

He cares for you.

But even if he felt slightly the same way about you, it wouldn't be enough.

Simon had... traumas. A tragic story of his own. You heard him talk about it late at night when he couldn't sleep. Those demons that plagued his mind, his dreams... and you listened. That's all you could do.

Offer a hand to the man that had saved you over and over again. And somewhere along the lines you fell.

And you fell hard.

Somewhere between dark nights and shared kisses at dawn.

-

You didn't get any sleep last night.

Your mind is still spinning with the anxiety. The morning sickness that started to disrupt as soon as you woke up. Red, puffy eyes that you try to dissimulate by washing your face hoping it goes away.

You get dressed feeling devastated, knowing that you'll have to face him as soon as you enter the training room. He's in charge. The mere thought makes you want to throw up. But you leave the bedroom nonetheless. Walking down the hallway feeling your hands sweating and your ragged breathing.

When you finally open the doors you're fifteen minutes late. That alone will earn you a punishment.

It's almost as if he feels your presence, immediately finding your form when you enter, his jaw tightens. Simon doesn't like this. But as long as you're under his command you get equal treatment or else, he'd be in problems. Both, would be in problems.

"Bit late Sergeant." He grumbles, emphasizing the last word staring directly in your eyes. Ghost is perceptive and is aware that something is wrong, but doesn't comment on it... yet. "Fifty push-ups. Start sparring when you're done."

You swallow down saliva, feeling your throat constrict.

Fuck, fuck. Don't cry. Not right now.

This whole situation has you sensitive.

You start, concentrating on doing the push-ups. Hearing the distant voice of him echoing around the room, sometimes you think he's closer to where you are then he's gone, but his gaze never leaves you. It's almost sinful how good he looks in that tight green army t-shirt and cargo pants

Your arms are sore and wobbly by the time you finish. Standing up you fight a wave o nausea, closing your eyes so hard you see white dots behind your eyelids.

"You alright?" It's Kyle's hand on your shoulder what brings you back, your eyes fluttering open and find him looking at you, eyebrows slightly raised.

You give him a small smile and a nod.

"Just tired that's all. Didn't get much sleep last night." You divert your gaze where the rest are beginning to spar. "How mad is Ghost?"

Gaz chuckles.

"I wouldn't call that mad. I think he's worried. You look like shite, dear."

"Oh." You say.

Gaz prompts you to the other side to join the training. Everyone's gathered around the training mat. Soap is kicking a soldier's ass. What was his name again? You forgot.

A gentle brush on your skin and then delicate fingers wrap your arm. You freeze, Simon's feather touch sends goosebumps all over your body. You turn your face upward to acknowledge him. His deep blue eyes soften when you look at him.

"Is everything okay Sergeant?" He asks. No. He demands.

You open your mouth and then close it. That's a question you don't know yourself.

I wish. You want to say.

But nothing will ever be okay after last night.

"I... I- didn't get much sleep, Sir. That's all."

Simon sighs but doesn't insist. He just nods, accepting your answer for now, once the training is done he'd talk to you. "You're up." He instructs.

Hand to hand to combat has never been your strongest suit but you do it nonetheless. Informatics on the other hand... you're the best of the best. That's why you're here, why you're a part of the task force.

Ghost stands within your range of vision in a way that you can see that he's there even when you're fighting.

You start although you're not in your best shape. Your heart is racing but not for the adrenaline. Your mind is fuzzy and your stomach churns. The panic is starting to break loose on you. You recognize the signs. You barely dodge the man's punch, this can't be called sparring. You're merely deflecting his hits, defending yourself.

Get a fucking grip!

Soap and Gaz look at each other. Then at Ghost who's clenching his fists, looking like he's about to jump between the two and kill the man. They get ready just in case something goes sideways.

You see his fist coming to your face, you take a step back but it grazes your left cheek. Someone in the distance swears and it's enough to distract you, the next blow goes to your gut. He doesn't even hit you with full force, noticing your lack of response he refrains as much as he can but it connects with your abdomen nevertheless.

It suffocates you. Brings you to your knees spitting saliva and gasping for air. You hear the soldier's frantic apologies. You cough trying to breathe but you just can't. It hurts you.

In a quick move Ghost is kneeling beside you, eyes scanning your body for external injuries. Anything.

"Hey... hey, kid! Look at me!" He orders. You can't, mostly because you're gasping for air, coughing, and the pain in your stomach. Ghost grabs your face seeing the tears collecting in the corner of your eyes. Another wave of nausea hits you and you spit out whatever comes out of your mouth. Simon takes you in his arms lifting you and runs to the infirmary, gritting his teeth. His steps echoing in the empty hallway as he bursts the doors of the med wing open.

-

"Captain..." you greet him as soon as you walk into his office, closing the door behind you with a soft click. Price looks at you, arms crossed. The bucket hat resting on his head. He's dead serious.

"Does he know?" He interrogates with that deep voice of his. It's only been an hour since the incident. Price had to do all in his power to keep Ghost busy. It nearly costs him a limb and a punch to his face. There's only so much he can do.

"No." You murmur, looking down to your feet.

"Jesus, kid." He pinches the bridge of his nose. His head was pounding already. This wasn't good. For any of them. John had decided to turn a blind eye on the situation. As long as it didn't interfere with their duties. Now? He shakes his head. Price walks towards you, the youngest of his team and a valuable asset. You were important to him, to everyone in the 141; to Simon in a very different way. "I'm putting you on medical leave. You must take care of your health, your body. I'll see what I can do, yeah? And for the love of God, talk to Simon."

-

You don't.

And that's because you're terrified. As soon as you left Price's office you ran to your room throwing your belongings in a duffel bag. You needed time to think. Of course you'd tell Simon.

Just not right now.

The disapproving stare of the doctor was enough to make you feel bad about hiding your pregnancy from him and then your Captain. You bite your lip and head out, the taxi driver is waiting already so you hop in, wishing to get some time alone. Clear your head and then find the best way to tell Simon about this.

It's raining outside by the time you're in your apartment. You've had time to get a quick shower and take the ibuprofen for your sore body. Your hands run absentmindedly to your stomach, soothing the skin but flinching when you press too hard. You should've stayed at base and talk to him after what happened.

But you're scared of the outcome.

By this time Simon must've found out you're gone. You won't blame him if he hates you. After all you ran away from him, like a coward.

Pouring some tea on a mug you hear the sound of keys jingle, and the footsteps followed by a large shadow that towers above you. Blond hair and hard eyes contemplating you, the mask is gone...

Holy shit. You think.

The only thing that Simon finds comfort in is gone. There's something about him not hiding behind the balaclava that sets deep in your heart. As if he were baring himself to you. Not that you hadn't seen his face before; that's exactly why this is more meaningful. It's serious. He chose to show you how vulnerable you can make him.

"Why?" His stern voice sends shivers down your spine. "I went to check on you and the first thing they say is that you're gone." His lips are pressed in a thin line.

"Simon, it's not what you're thinking..."

"Then bloody tell me what is it." He seethes, taking a step closer. "Was already losing my fucking mind over that bastard hitting you and suddenly you're gone?" He shakes his head. "Had I known you weren't going to fight back..."

"I'm pregnant." You blurt out, interrupting his talk. Simon's jaw clenched, halting and freezing on his spot. "And I'm sorry I didn't come to you as soon as I found out but I was scared." Your lips quiver and you hold back a sob, but unable to do much about the tears. "I was scared to tell you because I know you never wanted any of this, I failed to you. I couldn't sleep, I was panicking and the thought of losing you... I needed time to figure out how to tell you." Simon is silent, he doesn't move nor blinks. He just stares. Memories of his time with his father flooding his mind. He never wanted kids. That's true.

Seeing you there, in front of him. Choking on your words, crying because you thought he'd abandon you like you were nothing? Bloody fucking Christ it breaks his heart. Very few things had that effect on Simon. He had made you fearful of facing this on your own. Did you think you were just his friend with benefits? Someone he'd come to whenever he wanted to get laid? Hadn't you seen the way his eyes roamed over you whenever you were around? Never fucking heard the despair in his voice when you got shot during that black ops in Afghanistan? How he seemed to loom over your presence if some pathetic muppet tried flirting with you? The nights spent in his bedroom, limbs tangled hearing you speak about your day? The mission when he finally realized he was completely and utterly fucking enamored with you?

That time he wouldn't leave your bedside because you were severely wounded and comatose?

"I am not my old man, kid." He states after a few minutes of silence. "And if it wasn't clear already, I'd do anything for you. I don't know shite about being a parent but I'll try, yeah? For you..." he clears his throat. This was as complicated for him as it was for you. "For both of you, I'll try." The words sound strange coming out of his mouth. You close the space between you and hug him, inhaling his scent. He kisses your temple while rubbing soft circles on your back. Relief washes over your body and the tears stop gradually, until it's just the two holding one another during a raging storm of feelings and nature outside.

Soon the tension, the doubts and the anxiety are replaced with reassurance and loving words.

Promises.

Things you never thought you'd hear.

[libbybee]

TAKEN TO THE HILT — AA

◜pairing: astarion ⨯ fem!reader ◜rating: MDNI 18+ ┊ wc: 0.6K ◜cw: vampire ascendant, predator/prey, piv, rough vaginal sex, bite kink, bodily fluids, masochism, slaps, dirty talk, marking, overstimulation.

▹ summary. “you know you’re the only one i’ll ever have like this,” he snarled roughly, breath ragged. “this cunt exists to be fucked, marked, and claimed by me. no one else could ever do this to you.”

A/N. english isn't my native language, sorry if there are grammar mistakes.

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Your ass slammed back to collide with his hips, skin grinding together, damp with sweat and layers of his semen, which had already marked you inside and out. Each brutal thrust buried him deeper; the stretch was almost unbearable, but you craved it. Every savage inch filling you right to his base was a torment you wanted to last forever. Your pussy throbbed around him, aching with need as he pounded into your cervix relentlessly, your womb aching for every hard push deeper and driving you to the edge just to pull back again.

Astarion was feral, a twisted predator claiming his prey. His nails dug mercilessly into your hips, dragging and tugging, leaving fiery, reddened marks with every drag until he felt certain you'd wear them for days. His crimson eyes glowed in the dim light, more dangerous than ever as he stared at you, thirsty, his hunger overtaking him. The scent of your arousal was intoxicating to his senses, so rich in the air that he could taste it—a dizzying mix of your lust and his own. He could smell it on your skin and feel it in the way you squirmed beneath him and how your pussy was drooling for him. It drove him wild, more insatiable than ever. He couldn’t get enough of you—he needed more; every sharp slap on your ass was a reminder of his claim, evident not just in his hands and words but in the ferociously, almost animalistic way he rutted into you to fuck.

Your cunt was shamelessly dripping, impossibly wet with a sticky mix of your own juices and his, spilling and slicking down your thighs. Every time his balls slammed against your puffy clit, another obscene squelch echoed through the room. The sound was enough to make you flush and mewl, as it was another reminder of how fucked you were and how much you needed him. A deep growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned in close, his lips and breath hot against your ear. “You know you’re the only one I’ll ever have like this,” he snarled roughly, breath ragged. “This cunt exists to be fucked, marked, and claimed by me. No one else could ever do this to you.”

The words, the cold intensity in his voice, sent your head spinning, your entire body shaking. You could barely form a sentence, your lips trembling, every nerve alight as you choked out your own needy words. “I'm yours… All of me belongs to you, Astarion… my pussy, my body, everything…” It was a desperate confession, a cried plea broken by your own gasps and whimpers. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly, digging your nails into the fabric as he ravaged you, finding your neck with his mouth to trace hungry slides with his tongue along your skin.

He didn't just kiss you—he bit you. His fangs sank deep into the soft curve of your neck, a sharp, cruel bite that made you cry out and writhe beneath him while your legs opened wider for him. It was a claim, an undeniable mark of ownership, and his teeth scraped against your flesh as he fed on the moment. The sharp sting of his bite sent a wave of heat flooding through your entire body, mixing with the pleasure he forcefully made your pussy receive and making your walls contract around him.

Each savage thrust pulled a new sound from your lips, each movement sending you higher. His weight pressed you into the bed, pinning you down, and you could feel how crudely his cock effortlessly slid in and out from your aching walls. Harder, faster, and punishing—the wet, obscene sound of his cock slamming into your drenched cunt echoed through the room just like your desperate cries of pain and pleasure. The heat between you was maddening; the way his hums of delight vibrated through your skin, making your body throb with need. You were his, completely. Every shudder, every desperate cry, every tremble was a tribute to him as he fucked you with the kind of ferocity that left you broken and begging for more.

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[jambalaya-enthusiast]

Um um um

fanfic idea stay with me

famous!reader singing at a concert and she is dancing and whatever and once she goes backstage to see her bf jimmy hes pissed and yells at her for being too slutty on stage

Also i love you sm. You’re hella talented

"BEGGING ON HER KNEES TO BE POPULAR".

Jimmy x Popular! Fem! Reader.

Being a famous singer isn't for the weak. Sure,it has its fair share of pros and benefits. Fame,Luxury,Wealth,Respect, Attraction. all of it naturally comes to you once you've hit it big.

The problem lies not on stage,but rather behind it. People think that being in the entertainment industry is full of glits and glamour,and maybe it is. Just not when he's pissed.

You met jimmy quite a while ago at a club, while attending one of your advertisement events. You're not exactly sure what attracted you towards him,maybe it was the way he smiled?...or maybe it was how he stared so intently at you... whatever it may have been. You both hit it off and began dating.

And it sure has been a ride.

It was one of your tour days,scheduled in Santa Barbara, California. You were having the time of your fucking life, singing,dancing,being one with your audience which you worked so hard for. The high which tens of thousands of people singing your lyrics gives you is certainly unexpected and wild.

You finished the days event and were getting ready to wrap up,to say that you were exhausted would've been a dire understatement.

aa you went backstage,you found yourself in a predicament which you were dreading to face.

There he was,your oh so loving boyfriend, standing with his back pressed against one of the firm walls,if stares could kill,you would've been dead.

"you sure had a lot of fun dancing today,huh?".

you gulped,then sighed but remained silent,your eyes not moving away from his,you simply didn't understand what you did this time.

"answer me when I'm asking you something, slut".

your eyes widened,he was always aggressive sure,but he never used such foul words to address you before,you were genuinely confused as to what pissed your boyfriend off so much for him to be behaving this way.

'jimmy? what are you talking about? what did I even do?".

"what did you do huh?".

then in a flash of a moment,you found yourself roughly slammed against one of the backstage walls,your hair in your boyfriend's rough hands,he grabbed your hair so tightly that your eyes started tearing up.

"who were you trying to seduce acting like a fucking WHORE up there huh?! AM I NOT ENOUGH for you?! How many fucking men do you want using your cunt, BITCH!?".

you were appalled and speechless at your boyfriend's sudden accusation,you didn't even understand which step of your dance pissed him off so much.

"jimmy- what-? H-have you gone mad? This is my fucking job!"?

without wasting a single second,you felt your face rip to the side,your cheeks felt warm and painful,jimmy just slapped you so hard that you could practically feel the heat radiating off of your cheek.

"don't you dare ever talk to me in that tone you fucking harlot,I'll make sure to teach you a lesson once we reach our hotel room,then maybe you'll understand that good women don't go acting like whores for other men".

and with that he dragged you away into his car,and you were left unsure and dreadful of what is going to follow next in that god forbidden hotel room.

[bearyzdiary]

aa !! i'm so glad to have found someone who writes cry of fear x readers!! could i request simon with a reader who doesnt usually show emotion, but one night just has a meltdown while theyre hanging out?

have a great day/night!! :D

Life is tough

Simon x reader!

This diary entry contains: Mental breakdownsl Established relationship|Simon is such a sweet heart in this| may be short idk

HIII IM SORRY FOR JUST POOFING OUT OF THIN AIR FOR A BIT BUT!! Im back and im supposed to be getting a new laptop today so thats fun!

I really hope you do enjoy this🥳

You and Simon were alike in so many ways.Maybe it was the fact the both of you guys had a hard time opening up and communicating.Unlike Simon who had a therapist and tried to talk to people you kept yourself all shut it.

You hated crying around people and you weren’t a big fan of smiling as much.People never understood you like Simon did because Simon was understanding and didnt push you to show emotions like other people.

that was all until one night when you went to hang out with simon.You had been on edge all day.It started with your teacher putting you on blast in front of the class for slacking off,Then at lunch you spilled milk on yourself which did end up starting to smell forcing you to haunt down simon to borrow his hoodie for the rest of the day.

on the train ride to his house you nearly tripped in front of a group of college kids who tried to hold in their laughter.You felt embarrassed as you sat down in the seat in the far back.

You just wanted to go ghost and not speak to anyone besides simon and close friends.Once you arrived at his house you stared at the house as kids played in the streets and colored on the sidewalk.

you felt so out of place in a way.So gloomy stuck in a colorful place.you push open the gate before walking up the steps.The sound of the steps must have alerted his mother as she came rushing to open the door and greet you.

"(Y/N)! it's so sweet to see you after all this time"She said while pulling you in for a hug.The smell of her perfume filled your nose as you hugged her back.

"Simon is in his room,He seemed so excited to spend some time with you im truly happy he found you"She said as allowed you in.You nodded as you made your way through the familar house layout.

Coming up to the door you knew belonged to simon,You knocked a couple of times before hearing the sound of a window opening,coughing and something being sprayed.

his bedroom door swung open as he smiled slightly.No words were exchanged as you shuffled into his room.He closed the door before looking at you with a worried expression.

"Did something happen?You look upset"He asked while sitting on his bed.You felt hot tears fill your eyes slowly at the question.Simon took noticed and open his arms slightly.You walked over before plopping into his arms and letting out a chocked sob.

"I try so hard simon and it's like nobody understands besides you.I keep messing up while trying to be good at things and it's eating at me slowly"You ranted as tears fell from your eyes.

Simon rubbed your back as he nodded before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead."I know it may seem hard and trust me i know but something i learned is that you have to learn how to well do things on your own without trying to be good for other people"He explained.

You sniffled as it went quiet besides the sounds of the kitchen sink being faintly heard and kids screaming at each other.After a bit of crying in his arms,Simon placed you in his bed before laying next to you.

"Your very speical and you shouldnt be so worried about how people think of you.Just know i think your a cool person even if you barely show your emotions"He explained while pulling the blankets over you the both of you.

"I had something's planned for us but they can wait you clearly need a nap"Simon said while holding you close and closing his eyes.You slowly copied his movement as you felt safer in his arms.

for once you were glad you showed some emotion to simon because now you know you can rely on him to comfort you.

[izunx]

hiya!! could i request something with baji bonding with his s/o after a long tiring day? patching up small injuries, relaxing, and cuddling kinda stuff 😱 thank you!,, aa i love him sm 🥲🥲🙏

Nights with Baji. ✧.*

. he's adorablee, this will be a joy to write, thank youu . warnings: none, just fluff! . word count: 652 (just a short oneshot)

✧.* baji x gn reader

"Keisuke!" You could only exclaim seeing your exhausted boyfriend on your doorstep, with a mischievous grin.

"Missed you jus a little bit," without asking, he made his way in, taking off his shoes before grabbing your arm and making his way towards your bedroom.

"Slow down a little, why's there a cut on your face?"

You halted and held your hand to his face, tracing your thumb just under it as he stared down at you. He loved these moments where you could gaze up at him. It was one of the times where he could just admire the soft concerned look on your face and he felt loved.

"It's just been a long day" He sits down and his face was sullen, it was clear he was exhausted from the way his eyes drooped and there was a lack of energy. You felt sorry for him and you knew just the way to make him feel better: cuddles. But that could wait.

Sitting down with the first aid, you pat his cut with the cotton pad. He placed a hand on your thigh and grinned once again. He was content. And he couldn't wait for the awaiting cuddles he had in for him when that silly cut of his you insisted on patching up was covered safely in a plaster.

You however, couldn't help but glare at him. Just what was he thinking getting himself hurt? But you can't stay mad forever with the way his hands had a comforting grip and a face with a handsome ass smile.

The second you closed the first aid kit and plastered him up, he tackled you to the bed. Although you would rather die than admit it, you loved seeing him so eager for affection.

"You big oaf, just what got you so affectionate?"

"mm, I lied when I said I missed you only a little bit," He put his head on your chest, "I missed you like crazy to be honest" Boy did you smile almost a little too hard.

"Kei that's so sappy!" patting his head, you snickered but truly and honestly, you were giddy. "Shaddup!" He dug his head closer into the crook of your neck.

There was a comforting silence. The only thing Baji could hear was the rapid sound of your heart beating, if only he knew just how crazy he made you feel. Ignoring his feeling of tiredness, you missed him too so you couldn't help but ask him how his day was.

"It was questionable, the boys made me go crazy today and we took a play fight a little too far" he sighed, "and you weren't answering my texts!" Your eyes shot wide open -

"I'm sososo sorry babe-" He cut you off by covering your mouth with his large hand.

"Don't be love just know it was a hard day without those sappy texts you send" he mimicked some of the things you'd send throughout the day, reminding him to eat and reassuring him to stay strong because he'll be seeing you soon. That was your kind of relationship and he would rather die then see the day you no longer send those texts. But he wouldn’t admit that. You smacked his chest playfully.

“You shouldn’t treat your girlfriend like that kei,”

“My bad, I thought I was dating a beast” and to that you simply attempted to push him off you, rejecting his affection.

“Chillll, was just a joke babe” he snickered.

“Yeah right, go babe someone else!” despite saying this, you took him in again in your arms and felt his breathing calming down. Looking down at him you realised he had his arms snaked around you and he was holding on tight.

“As your beast girlfriend, I shall help you overcome your tiredness love” you soothed your hand up and down his back.

“Cheers to my loving doting beast girlfriend!”

[pichu120103]

 ABC · ᴏғ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴇx; —ᴘᴜɴᴋᴘɪᴄʜᴜ— (English)

This is a writing I did for a writing challenge for my Hobie shipp a while ago- English is not my native language, so I use the translator, so if maybe it gets a little confusing, that's why. Still, I hope you like it. ✨💗

Aa;

Aftercare. ❝Even when I feel like I'm dying, seeing your face in the morning brings relief to my turbulent head.❞

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The morning rays, as warm and serene as usual, hit the window with pink curtains. There was a faint sound of birds singing, the characteristic turbulence of the city heard in the distance. It all contributed to her eyes twitching before finally opening.

Pichu woke up with a tired body, somewhat bitten and bruised; but she also woke up with a feeling of fullness that she hadn't felt in a long time.

It was an amazing night.

Of course, if she excluded the fact of feeling like shit after having sex in an almost bestial way while alcohol was in his system. She would never accept alcohol at a meeting again.

Feeling the heaviness on her body, she sighed, stretching to the point that her body trembled from the tension. It was then that she was aware of her headache and a heavy arm wrapped around her. She frowned at the constant pulsing on her temple, bringing her hand up to caress it with a growl.

"My God…" She murmurs, feeling the raspy voice, the acidic bile and saliva filling her mouth. She swore she could still feel the alcohol on her tongue. She cleared her throat, swallowing for a moment to ease the unpleasant sensation from her. She felt terrible.

“I should have something…” she whispered, blinking slightly and yawning. A movement coming from her arm hugging her distracted her from her task, just as she was about to get out of bed.

She blushed slightly as she realized who he was. Well, of course she knew who him was. But seeing him in the morning… It was always so incredible. Not that they were really anything, but at the same time, they were something. Every night she at him side assured her. Every kiss and caress on her back told she that. Every laugh and stare… Hell, she really knew it.

Standing behind her, Hobie moved again. Her heart raced, for no particular reason. Just thinking about seeing his bicolored eyes looking at her made her chest and thoughts a mess.

Suddenly, Hobie lifted the bottom half of the bed, scaring her in the process. He stood still, looking in front of him, his tangled hair taking away the pleasure of seeing him sleepy face… And then he adjusted his blanket on his legs, lay down again behind her back and hugged her closer to him.

"Bloody commies… Everythin's their bleedin' fault."

Silence.

Pichu remained completely silent.

Because she was just awake, her head was pounding a little to understand. She ignored how much she liked the brunette's sleepy accent, processed his tangled half-English words, and then burst out laughing. She laughed heartily, falling onto the bed and covering her mouth so as not to be so loud. God, her stomach even hurt from how hard she laughed.

What was Hobie dreaming about? Not even in his dreams did he stop being anti-system.

Due to so much movement, the person next to her woke up. Pichu continued laughing, lying on the bed with light pink sheets. Hobie stirred with a groan, the headache also taking its toll on him, confused by the movement and the giggle of his partner. He smiled softly, finding the sound charming. His narrowed eyes caught a glimpse of brown skin, some marks, and a few moles. Some bites and hickeys, some kisses and caresses.

The alcohol may have made him a little crazy yesterday, but he remembered everything as vividly as if it were nothing.

Strengthening the embrace on the thin body, his lips took part in the morning and libertine scene. He trailed soft kisses from the center of Pichu's back, up her spine, kissing each shoulder blade and then her shoulder.

He rested on her neck, which he also kissed, slowly and softly, while his nose adored the bristly, flower-scented skin. The laughter stopped for a moment, but the touch persisted.

"And wot's wrong with ya so early in the mornin', luv?" He asked softly against her ear, his voice a raspy, sleep-laden coo. Pichu sighed, turning like a worm in the arm that captured her, until she was face to face with Hobie.

Chocolate and bicolor met, both having a glow that meant nothing but affection.

Pichu laughed again, shaking her head with a small sigh.

"It's nothing, Brownie… I just didn't know you were talking in your sleep." She said in an amused snort, her long-nailed fingers tracing Hobie's plump lower lip as she smiled.

He laughed, even though he didn't fully understand what she was saying, leaning forward. He crushed Pichu a little as he kissed her neck again, her collarbones, her chin, and her cheek.

He loved kissing her, because she would shudder. She squirmed or laughed, and that amazed him. There were so many nice things about her. Things he discovered every day.

Him stopped when he faced him with the chocolate gaze again, stealing a soft kiss from her soft lips. He smiled at her in amusement, one of her hands sliding down the girl's left curve. He saw her stir a little and grabbed her hip, only to revel in her blush.

He did not resist the temptation to kiss her reddened skin.

"Well," he commented, arranging himself so that he could clear his face of the messy curls, cupping her chin, just for the hell of it. "I 'ave a 'abit of chattin' when I'm kippin' well… Yesterdee was a proper good night, innit?"

Hobie's words were filled with amusement. But there was a desire and longing that made his insides move from one side to the other. She bit the corner of her lip, her hands trailing through the air until they crossed the taller man's neck. Her fingers tangled in the strands of her hair, while he felt the descent of his opposite body, until he settled on top of her once again.

"Yes… It was a pretty good night… Although that doesn't mean that my head hurts like I was hitting it with a hammer." She snorted, playing with the opposite hair, feeling a kiss in the center of her chest. She smiled through her blush. Even her heart began to jump with excitement.

"Didn't 'ear ya bleedin' moanin' once yesterdee, luv."

Hobie mocked, tracing a bite mark with his finger right on her shoulder, remembering the exact moment the night before where he did it. He remembered well the moan he had caused. The thought led him to kiss the soft skin, his lips lingering on her longer than they should. But none of them cared.

He liked to give kisses, she liked to receive them.

Pichu smiled just like him, rolling his eyes.

"What are you taking about? Of course I complained… But in a different way." She denied again, with a smile.

She closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the comforting weight of Hobie on her chest. Of his hands gently caressing her chest. Of his soft breathing.

She liked Hobie. And how she made him feel after every time they were together.

His kisses and caresses were the best aftercare Hobie could give her after the intensity of being with him. She still remembered the sensations, although her body was immersed in the ravages of the ingested alcohol. She remembered every rose, every tease, every touch. Her skin crawled as soon as she remembered Hobie's words at the moment he finished, when her body was still a slave to spasms.

"No worries 'bout nuffin', sweetness… I'll make sure to look after ya proper. Rest well."

"Does your head hurt a lot?" The girl asked again, while she dared to leave a soft kiss on Hobie's forehead. She could feel Hobie smile against her skin. She needed to distract herself before her thoughts went elsewhere.

"Hm… Not enough to make me want to get up from here…" That, in Hobie language, meant that she wasn't going to get up anytime soon. Pichu sighed when he was aware of that, all he had to do was settle in and hug him again. Sometimes he was spoiled.

Not that she was really complaining.

"Okay… Let me take care of you this time, pretty."

And smiling once more, she melted back into the warmth of those arms that cared for her and pampered her for an entire night. There, as her bare skin touched and her words were replaced with kisses, Pichu found comfort in at least having “something” that made her happy.

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Jjjdkjdl, that was it. I LOVE YOU HOBIE BROWWWN. 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[carmenized-onions]

Yo listen. This is the only Bear fic I’ve ever fucked with. Dude, you worked some magic with this shit. Cant believe it’s real. Reporting as someone staring at the ring of chips I got rn. Staring at this and being fr seen. Looking. Comprehending. Also do you know how much it costs to get a jumpsuit monogrammed? Too damn much. I wear mine 24/7 to make the $$$ worth it. Word. Anyway. Thank you

Dude. This meant the fucking world to read, truly thank you.

I've definitely had friends/family experience addiction but I have not had my own personal experience nor have I experienced AA-- So I was nervous abt tackling this in like--

Like a respectful way that isn't unrealistic but also isn't trying so hard to be realistic that it pivots to the other end and is just some weird edgy try-hardy BS. So like, a good mix of research and also just thinkin' about what it's like to be a person, went into this-- Next chapter gets even more into it, obviously, and so i'm workin real hard to do right by that experience.

THANK YOU for letting me know that in some ways, I am getting it. It really means a lot, and I'm so so glad I could make a space where you feel seen. I also do not know how much a monogrammed jumpsuit-- Frankly I probably gave Tony too much merchandise with her logo on it. But like.

Like it's cute yknow. And I feel like she probably makes poor financial decisions like that. IF IT'S COOL YOU GOTTA BUY IT!!! And I think I'd wear it 24/7 too, I can't even begin to judge. ANYWAYS. THANK YOU!!! Also congrats on recovery?!?!??! You're worth it baby!!!

[krikeymate]

How did Kirby get introduced to Tara in the foster au?

So, Sam meets Kirby in an AA meeting, a little after the first Ghostface attack. Neither of them goes regularly, it's a 'a few times a year' kind of deal, to keep them on track. They both do still occasionally drink, in moderation and in safe company, though it's rare, and both had serious alcohol problems when they were younger (Kirby after Jill and Charlie, and Sam during her teenage years). Sam talks about being attacked by Ghostface and how hard it's been not to drink, how Tara is both the source of her guilt that makes her want to drink, and the reason she doesn't. Kirby goes next, shares her story, staring at Sam the entire time. They connect after the meeting and develop a friendship over text.

It takes about two years before Sam lets Kirby meet Tara. Heck, it took 6 months before Sam decided to hang out with Kirby in person. They know about each other, Sam talks about her friend Kirby to Tara when talking about their days, and after knowing Kirby for a year, Sam begins to trust her enough to talk about Tara in an in-depth way.

Sam's the one who brings up Kirby meeting Tara. Kirby's been thinking about it for a while, she really likes Sam - she really likes Sam, and she knows that the next step is meeting the girl who Sam's world revolves around, but she also knows that Sam is so protective of her, especially after the whole Richie thing, an event she knows Sam is still processing. So she can't bring it up, she can only live in hope. But Sam does, and Kirby jumps at the opportunity.

A little too enthusiastically if the concern on Sam's face is anything to go by. Kirby jokes that she's looking forward to trading Sam in for a younger model. "I mean, I get the impression she's way cooler than you, so I'm in the market for a new best friend," she teases. Sam rolls her eyes. Crisis averted.

So Kirby's invited over for movie night, and she spends it trying to win Tara over.

Tara spends it watching her, blank-faced, from her place snuggled against Sam, and giving nothing away. She doesn't smile at Kirby's jokes even once. Kirby's pretty sure she hates her. Sam laughs when she brings it up. "Trust me," she says, "if Tara hated you, you would know it. She's just curious. We'll see you next week?"

[libbybee]

FEEDING THE HUNGER — AA

◜pairing: astarion ⨯ fem!reader ◜rating: MDNI 18+ ┊ wc: 2.2K ◜cw: vampire ascendant, predator/prey, piv, bite kink, blood, bodily fluids, masochism, dirty talk, cock riding, overstimulation, creampie.

▹ summary. a guttural groan vibrated against your neck just as his cock drove into you with wild intensity. the cruel rhythm of his thrusts mirrored the raw hunger in his feeding, but you weren’t his lamb—you were his equal, and you were to remind him of that.

A/N. english isn't my native language, sorry if there are grammar mistakes.

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You straddled him with abandon, making the sound of skin meeting skin resonate through the bedroom. Astarion’s cock was filling your cunt completely; each thick vein pulsed against your tight walls, and every thrust felt so deep it made you see stars. You gripped his waist, and your nails left red trails across the pale beauty of his skin, while his crimson eyes devoured every inch of you.

“Just look at you, riding me like this,” he growled harshly, sliding his hands down your thighs to grip your ass and squeeze it as he directed you more rigidly onto him. “Gods, your cunt feels like heaven. So tight, so fucking perfect for me.”

The hunger in his stare was matched by the soft groans that escaped from his lips—low and rough, like a melody only meant for you. But you? You couldn’t match his restraint. Your moans were utterly shameless, as every thrust forced your core to accommodate his full length. It stirred a deeper fire in your lower belly as you rubbed your folds against him, making the coarse white hair at the base of his cock grind against your clit, hitching your breath.

His lips twisted into a wicked smirk at your reaction. “Ah, there it is,” he purred. “That delicious moan from those lips. Don’t stop, beautiful; give me more.”

You undulated your hips faster and more fervently at his request, and your head went back as the pleasure coiled tighter within you. And Astarion didn't waste a single second; he surged forward to brush his lips against the column of your neck, yanking your hips down and thrusting his up into you, drawing a gasp from you.

“You’re irresistible,” he rasped, scraping his teeth along your neck to tease you before biting down on your pulse vein and stealing a quiet, tortured moan from your lips.

The sharp point of his fangs gave way almost instantly to a burning ecstasy as his lips sealed over your skin. The bite made you shiver and warmed every nerve with pleasure as he drank your blood. Each pull of his lips was like fire, an intoxicating blend of pain and rapture that left you trembling.

A guttural groan vibrated against your neck just as his cock drove into you with wild intensity. The cruel rhythm of his thrusts mirrored the raw hunger in his feeding, but you weren’t his lamb—you were his equal, and you were to remind him of that.

You tangled your fingers in his silvery hair to tug hard enough to pull his head back and expose the line of his throat. His eyes blazed with desire and surprise as you leaned in, brushing his skin with your lips before your tongue traced the pulse of his vein. Then you sank your fangs into him.

Astarion’s reaction was instant and feral—a delicious growl ripped from him and made your walls clench involuntarily around him. His hands intensified their grip on your hips, digging into your flesh as he drove you down onto his cock, still grinding your sensitive cunt against the rough hair at his base.

“Fuck,” he muttered, the word rolling off his tongue like sin. “Savour it, darling. Sink your teeth deeper. I'm yours.”

The taste of his blood was rich and stimulating, like the finest wines. Each drop seemed to emanate an otherworldly vitality, seeping into you and making your pulse race. Every touch of his hands and every thrust of his hips became sharper and more electric, as if his scarlet magnified all sensations.

You took more of his addictive elixir, relishing the way it warmed you. He groaned low and guttural while he kept driving into you; each piston-like thrust made you tremble in his grasp, overtaken by the dual ecstasy of feeding from him and being well fucked.

A need to share this intimacy and give as much as you were taking surged from you. And without pulling back, you lifted your wrist to his lips to silently invite him to feed, too.

His eyes now flashed with a feral hunger, and he took up your offer, grasping your wrist gently at first to caress with his lips the delicate veins under your skin. “You spoil me with such a precious gift,” he uttered. “My perfect consort...” He purred before sinking his fangs into it without hesitation, drawing a sharp exhale from you as the bite provoked a new layer of pleasure.

Astarion’s groans became rougher and more primal, gripping your ass to guide you down harder and grinding your swollen clit against his pelvis. The combination of pain, stimulation, and intoxicating feeding sent you rushing towards ecstasy.

When you pulled back, his blood left a trail down your chin from your lips, and he released your wrist, immediately darting his fingers to your chin to grip it firmly. Crimson smeared his lips as well, and his lustful gaze locked onto you with a yearning that bordered on vicious, pulling you into a kiss so passionate and lascivious it stole the breath from you.

His tongue plunged into your mouth, eager to seek the precious elixir you had just shared. The taste of mingled blood was nothing short of intoxicating—sweetened but complex, with notes reminiscent of a full-bodied red wine aged to perfection. It carried the richness of a smoky undertone that lingered on the palate and a metallic sharpness that cut like the icy texture of iron. The flavour was vibrant and lush, like a symphony of death and lust that coursed through your senses, leaving you light-headed and irresistibly eager for more.

Astarion groaned against your lips, his pleasure raw with each drag of his tongue against yours, delving his tongue deeper to draw out every trace of the nectar. It was as if the mingled blood fed not just his hunger but his soul, and each flick of his tongue, every fervent press of his lips, was a testament to his insatiable thirst.

His reddish irises burnt when he pulled back for the barest moment, with a faint hint of the mixed blood on his lips. Then he surged forward again to kiss you, leaving no doubt that he was utterly lost in the taste of you—utterly lost in you.

His lips curled against yours as he slid one of his hands between your bodies to find your puffy clit and rub circles against it that matched his pace. And your cunt tightened around him, causing you to break the kiss when your moans turned into desperate, broken sounds just when your climax was about to collapse within you.

“There is nothing sweeter than this,” he said, a filthy growl against your lips. “And you’re mine—completely, eternally mine.” He dragged his sharp fangs along your bottom lip to draw out more of your blood and soothe the fresh cut with his tongue.

“I’m yours,” you whispered between desperate gasps against his lips, gripping his hair with one of your hands and his nape with the other as you rocked yourself against him. “Every part of me belongs to you.”

His eyes darkened as he looked at you, a wicked smile spreading across his lips. “My beautiful treasure,” he purred, delighted. “I never tire of hearing you say it.” He groaned against your neck as he trailed hungry kisses along it.

“Keep riding me like the good girl you are,” he said, his tone thick with lust. “Let me feel that sweet, tight cunt soaking me while you milk my cock, darling.”

You planted your hands against his chest, feeling his body tense beneath your palms while you rocked your hips against his. Rolling them in a way that allowed you to feel every thick vein pulsing along his shaft as it dragged against every sensitive spot within you, his hips snapping up to match your pace. Seizing your waist with his hands to guide you rougher and stretching your cunt with his cock, being almost too much while it fed the fire in your belly until you thought you might combust.

The pace ripped a deep, primal groan from him, and you heard it as if it were a spark that started a wildfire inside you, raising your desire to fuck him faster and harder. The slick and obscene slaps of your bodies colliding through the room created a symphony of passion that made you flush and your core clench with each thrust.

“Astarion,” you moaned as if his name were a last-ditch appeal on your tongue while your fingernails swept across his chest in a fruitless effort to anchor yourself. All he could do was smirk maliciously in enjoyment as you streaked his skin with bright red.

As his fiery gaze ate up your quivering body, a savage snarl escaped his lips. “So fucking tight,” he grunted. “Taking me so beautifully.” The head of his cock hammered your cervix as he drove up violently, his hands tightening on your hips. “I can feel how badly you need this, how desperate you are to be filled by me.”

His words sent you out of control, making your thighs shake and the knot of pleasure in your core growing more and more intolerable. Your body acted on its own, grinding against him with impulsive abandon, stoking the inferno within you.

Astarion's grasp became bruising as he sensed your unwinding, his sharp fangs grazing the tender column of your throat. “Drench my cock, my treasure,” he growled against you. “Don’t hold back, love. Let me feel you.”

You came completely undone by the tidal wave of ecstasy that erupted from the tone of his voice, feeling a dazzling explosion of pleasure as your walls clenched around him with an intensity that seemed to pull him even deeper within you. The heat of your release surged through you, carrying you higher until you felt as if you might dissolve in the sheer force of it. Your moans were a sound of unadulterated bliss, uninhibited and pure.

Astarion's climax followed yours due to your pussy's intense, frantic hold on his cock. His growls became savage as he used a bruising grip to pull you down onto him and settle himself completely inside of you. As his cock reached its maximum hardness, you could feel the distinctive throbs of it. Then it happened—spurts as he came into you.

The sensation was intense, your already sensitive body responding to the warmth of his climax as it spread deep inside your walls. It was electrifying—an intimate bond shared between you that left you trembling. You could feel every pulse of his tip against your cervix and each involuntary twitch of his hips as he grounded himself deeper, ensuring no drop was spared.

His abrupt groan was your name falling from his lips, a sound raw with satisfaction and lust. You shivered against him, slumping forward to rest against his chest, both of your breaths mingling as you fought to steady yourselves.

His hands softened their hold, sliding up your sides in a tender caress as his eyes bore into yours, dark with lust. “My perfect little consort,” he rasped. “Milking me dry like you’re starving for it.”

Your bodies remained intertwined, his cock still nestled deep inside you, as if the mere thought of separation were cruel in your bond. He roamed your body with his hands lazily, tracing the swell of your hips as if cherishing your body anew. His lips sought yours, capturing them in a kiss that was no longer driven by hunger but by a slower, more profound need. Something achingly sensuous.

The press of his mouth against yours deepened, sliding his tongue against yours in a longing dance. When he finally pulled away, a thin trail of saliva connected your lips.

Then his pelvis surged upward to drive himself deeper into you once more, and his lips twisted into a smirk as he felt the aftershocks of your climax on your cunt. His eyes, half-lidded, locked onto yours, their intensity softened by adoration.“Oh, you’re not done yet, are you, darling?”

His hands slid from your hips to your waist and your breasts to graze your sensitive nipples with his thumbs, drawing a soft sigh from your lips. A low hum of satisfaction escaped him. “You’ve been so good for me,” he praised. “And yet... you keep me wanting.”

A flush spread across your cheeks, and you cupped his face with both hands. “And I’ll always give you more,” you whispered sweetly against his lips.

His smirk altered into something softer as he leaned in to brush his lips against your jaw and trail kisses down your neck. His hips shifted slightly to press more deeply into you, making you both gasp softly at the overstimulation. But this time, there was no rush, just his slow thrusts that spoke of his need to prolong your pleasure.

Your hands slid down to rest on his chest, feeling the faint thrum of his pulse beneath one of your palms. “You’ve ruined me, Astarion,” you claimed. “No one else could ever—”

“Good,” he interjected smoothly, curling his lips into a pleased smile against your skin. “I’d hate to think of anyone else touching what’s mine.”

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[machisoon]

Hello! I really like your writing, and I was wondering if you could perhaps write Bennett and Older Brother Reader? (platonic ofc, I'm not into incest)

The reader lives in Inazuma and decides to surprise Benny by visiting him during the Windblume festival!

-Aspheera

(AA... This scenario is so cute, I love writing platonic things!! Also sorry for taking this request extremely late! And sorry if any lore based things are wrong I haven't been on genshin in a while (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)..)

Pairing: Bennet X OlderBrother!Reader

CW: Nothing Bad Just Fluff, Platonic!

Synopsis: Recently You Heard News Of The Windblume Festival Going On And Desperately Wanted To See Your Brother Bennet! You Ultimately Decided To Surprise Him. (Beidou Is In This Because Obviously You Need A Way To Get Out Of Inazuma lol.)

This time you had too, you've been aching to see your brother Bennet. It's been a while, the complications mostly come from you guys living really far. You live in Inazuma as Bennet lives in Mondstadt, this makes you guys very separate and it makes it even worse knowing Inazuma is surrounded by nothing but the sea and it's just as hard to leave. Hearing news of Mondstadt's one of a kind: Windblume Festival you decided it was just the right time to go see your brother. You've been planning how to get out of Inazuma for a while but when you recently met "Captain Beidou." She recently offered to help sail you out of Inazuma and get to Mondstadt.

So here you were fixing your hair getting yourself ready, You had to sneak to a more sandy and secluded part where her boat would be parked, everything has been planned out as you were gleaming with joy, imagining Bennet turning around to the sound of you yelling "Hey Benny!" To him. And just as excited to step in the Nation Of Freedom. As you place your wooden brush neatly onto the shelf you run to your door swooping up your shoes fastening them tightly.

You take one final breath, storming out your house and to the place you and Beidou arranged. There was her big wooden boat with the nice flags for safe sailing. You've never actually been on a boat before so I guess it was more of a challenge to test if you had sea sickness.

"Beidou you up there?" You yell out. Suddenly she perks up staring down at you. She gives a soft smile. "Just on time I see, someone's quite excited." She says. She leans down on the wooden edge of the boat. One of her crew members throws down a ladder for you to easily climb. You make your way to a ladder climbing up onto her boat. You notice all the boxes lying around, and all her crew members eyeing you. "Welcome aboard, Y/N." Beidou says, giving your shoulder a pat. "So will there be complications getting out of Inazuma..?" You say. Beidou looks at you letting out a hesitant sigh. "It's more of a maybe. Sometimes these waters can be really aggressive. Especially with lighting. So I suggest you be careful." She responds. You nod your head, you never really went head on with the seas of Inazuma or the lighting but if those extreme measures were needed to see your brother you'd take them.

Your eyes shift open, you ended up knocking out on the boat. It was a very long exhausting ride. Beidou walks in motioning you to come out. You walk out and the bright sun hits your face along with this weirdly calming breeze.. You were here.. You took a moment to really take in your surroundings. You've been to Mondstadt before, it's where you were born before moving to Inazuma. But there was something so calming about the land that made it all the more better. "Y/N are you good from here or do you want us to get you to the town?" Beidou says, her eyebrows raising a bit along with her eye patch. "I'm good, I won't get lost." You say. You've already prepared a map. Beidou smiles and you wave bye to her and climb back down the wooden ladder stepping onto Mondstadt's land. Now the only task was just to get there..

When you saw them tall buildings and the nice stone bridge you knew exactly where you were. You also noticed how nicely decorated Mondstadt was even from a far view. But inside just made your jaw drop. Mondstadt was beautifully decorated head to toe with Blue accents and flowers extending across some of the buildings. You didn't know how it was possible but The Nation Of Freedom definitely knew how to make it feel like "Freedom." You noticed a bunch of people walking around talking to relatives and giving gifts to them as a sign of love and admiration.

Your eyes dart around for any sign of Bennet. And your eyes widen. There he was. He was on a balcony of some sorts seemingly just chilling there, but oh you can imagine what his face will contort into once he sees you. You decide your best bet is to not scare him but to sneak up behind him and say the nickname you gave him. You sneak your way to the staircase making it up the balcony, right behind him.

"Hey Benny!!~~" You say in a sly tone.

The familiarity in your voice elicits Bennet's head to whip around to look behind him. He lets out a short gasp taking in your presence. Before he takes everything in him to run into your arms. You swing him around happily. "I've missed you so much!!" Bennet says in pure happiness. "I've missed you too! I thought that maybe I could try to spend the Windblume Festival with my best brother ever!" You say back. Bennet finally decided to release you from his hug and he looks up at you. "How did you even get out of Inazuma?" He says. "A good friend of mine helped me... And uhh.. What is Windblume Festival about exactly?" You asked.

You were quite embarrassed by this question you asked. You completely forgot about what Windblume Festival is all about.. But Bennet smiles happily and clears his throat. "Well in my Terms it's a festival celebrating Mondstadt's Freedom. And it's about giving gifts to your loved ones and basically looking for love, oh! And to also offer Windblume's to Barbatos! It's just really a festival to spend time with the ones you love." Bennet says happily. "And now we can spend it together!" You respond. Just the thought of you spending such a festival with your Benny was enough to keep you on the edge.

Hours and hours went by of you and Bennet running around exploring all the nice things to do during the Windblume Festival. One thing you did was go to SpringVale to put the wreaths on the Foxes head. But when the sun started going down you and Bennet found yourselves chilling on the edge of Mondstadt's bridge.

Bennet randomly sniffles. You touch his shoulder quite confused till he hugs you tightly with tears running down his cheeks. "I'd never thought I'd see you again.. thanks bro.." He says. You couldn't help but smile and sigh before ruffling his hair. You playfully nudge his forehead causing him to laugh. You both stare at each other before both pulling something out of your pocket and saying in usion.

"I got this for you."

You both widened your eyes. In both of your hands was a heart necklace that interlocked. A souvenir you secretly bought for each other but wasn't expecting for both to buy the other half. "Wow.. Guess great minds think alike?" You say with a short giggle following. You and Bennet both put the necklaces on each other. "I can't believe we almost got the same gift." He says with a slight amused smile. "Hey... You're my other half anyways." You nudge Bennet and he rests his head on your shoulder as you guys watch the sunset.

"Do you have to back to Inazuma...?"

"No Benny, your big bro will stay here for as long as you like."

Silence filled the air until a short click was heard.

The heart necklaces interlocked.

Machisoon © 2024 (No stealing and Reuploading my work on other platforms without credits or permission!)

[uraosol]

Happy 2nd anniversary to Ju Won's return to Manyang

I tried hard to finish an art piece as a way to celebrate but alas, motivation said otherwise.

Sooooo, have a lil sneak peak of my JWDS cowboy au fic I'm working hard to complete (but work and now school is really taking up my time).

I hope you enjoy this lil gift nonetheless!

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"What?" he says belatedly.

"Oh, great! You do speak Korean! I thought I was going to have to use my very poor English skills and make a fool of myself so early in the day!" The man gives out a slight chuckle when he says that and Ju Won isn't sure if it's because of the rays of sunlight but he thought he saw the man's eyes carry a shine to them.

"What I meant though was if you saw an old man pass by here, perhaps?" The man asks one more time as he brings his hand to grab the edge of the odd hat he is wearing and tips it just a bit backward.

"No, I have not." Ju Won replies with composure now.

"Ah, I see... I was hoping you would say yes because that would have meant I don't have to go through this reed field to search for him." The man tilts his head a bit to the side to further drive his point and Ju Won's eyes follow to look at the reed field.

"Oh, but where are my manners. My name is Lee Dong Sik, I'm a cowboy, or paniolo aa they're called here." The man, Lee Dong Sik, says as he extends his right arm while the left arm is placed over his abdomen and gives a slight bow. Ju Won takes a look at the hand being offered and notices it is coated in traces of dirt and looks rough.

Ju Won clears his throat, "I don't like touching other people's hands. I'm Han Joo Won." Ju Won gives a slight bow back for a second before he stands straight up again. Dong Sik stretches his fingers before taking his hand back and straightens back as well. Dong Sik gives a slight chuckle, "Of course. Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Han Joo Won. If you'll excuse me, then, I need to continue on with my search." Dong Sik says as he starts making his way towards the reed fields. Ju Won just stares at the other man's back.

[marshallpupfan]

You have a massive taste for Marshall Merch, so well: What, in your opinion is the most high quality items you've came across, Plushes, Toys, etc.

A part of me feels like the plush dolls are a bit hard to judge, since their quality can be all over the place. One day, you'll find a doll that looks surprisingly good, and then the next, Marshall looks like one of those knock-off characters sold at a dollar store. Still, I was able to pick out a few that I think represent some high quality, such as...

...the Build-a-Bear plush, which I think is still one of the finer plush dolls in my collection to this day. It's such a shame they don't sell these in the BAB stores anymore (last I heard, anyway).

And this plush doll from "GUND". Honestly, they often release high quality products, so I'm not surprised I'm finding myself including their name here. This one in-particular has always stood out to me.

Moving away from plush dolls, I wanted to find some items that I felt here high quality in the sense that A) they represent or look like the character quite well, B) are painted or manufactured carefully, and C) are actually sturdy or seem like they'll last.

This, sadly, leaves out some of the items I purchased recently. For example, that cup topper I got from the AMC Theater; it's nice, but Marshall's outfit on it is all red, despite his actual outfit having more color than that (such as the black on his hind legs). While it's a cool item and I'm happy to have it, that seemed like such a shoulder shrug to the manufacturers, thus I wouldn't deem it "high quality".

In any case...

One such item that fits this criteria, imo, is this item. It looks surprisingly great, the character looks quite accurate, and it doesn't feel cheap... and it's just a shampoo bottle! Crazy to think a company put this much effort into something that might get thrown away once its empty. This one was never sold in the United States, so I had to import it from the United Kingdom.

I also feel this bank fits my criteria, too. Funnily enough, this was also imported from the United Kingdom. I'd joke and say all of their products must be high quality, but I also imported a battery-powered bubble blower from them, and that thing feels so cheap and brittle, just staring at it might cause it to break. lol

The Christmas ornaments... er... hang on. That's not a great pic, huh? My phone can be so inconsistent. Sometimes it looks good, sometimes not. The flash can help, but not always. My TracFone camera is something that's NOT high quality. lol

Okay, now that I've returned with my mother's camera (after scrounging around for four AA batteries to power the thing)...

The Christmas ornaments can often look weird, hastily painted, and have eyes that appear so... off. But then you'll find ones like this that are surprisingly good. It really stands out, imo. However...

THIS is easily the best of the bunch. It's made by Hallmark, and the detail is surprisingly so good! My only gripe is the crease around his mouth, but even the Chase ornament (released a year prior) did the same thing, too. Guess it's unavoidable, since they didn't even skimp on giving the inside of his mouth some detail, too. I have to wonder if we'll ever see another Marshall ornament of this quality again? I hope we do... and I'll collect it, of course. :)

(The flash kept making the pic too dark, so this is the best I could do.)

This item also counts. It looks better than most of the figurines I've collected, and to think, it's just a simple flashlight. I guess it helps that the designs of the pups are quite simple, thus some products can get their likeness down pat so well... which makes it confusing when other manufacturers gets them so wrong. lol

This snow glove is also really, really good. The pups are a little expressionless, but other than that, it just looks great. I feel like plenty of care went into this one... which is probably why they sold out so quickly when I went looking for one. lol

I could probably find some more items, but I think this will do it for now. However, before closing this out, I would like to state one thing; just because I don't find every item in my collection to be of high quality, that doesn't mean I dislike them or something. Sure, that AMC topper I mentioned earlier might be missing some color and detail I was hoping to see, but I'm not disappointed in it at all. I was still really happy to get one! In fact, outside of a very few items, I've loved collecting everything you see in my collection thus far! Hey, something doesn't have to be perfect to be good. :)

[ryuwonieebae]

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔(김민규)

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ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛғᴇʟᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ?

One-shot, Imagines

Genre : Fluff

Warning : Swearing

Pairing : Kim Mingyu x nerd!female reader

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚? 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟?

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Adjusting your glasses, you continued doing your homework despite the loud screams of the fangirls who were fangirling over Kim Mingyu, the campus heartthrob and the playboy. Well, his visuals were not a joke. He was literally dead gorgeous. Everybody loved and adored him except for you. 'Can't they just keep quiet. It's not like he's a celebrity', you thought to yourself while side-eyeing the crowd. You hated the fact that the girls were fangirling over a famous heartbreaker. You just sighed heavily & shook your head in disbelief.

Not before long, professor arrived and started his lesson. You were the smartest kid in class so literally everything your professor taught was easy for you except this time. This lesson is hard for you unexpected and you were now stuck in a question for minutes. You had the habit of pouting and scrunching your nose when fully focused on doing something and now you're doing the same thing whilst trying to figure out the answer. Sighing while putting your pen down, your eyes wandered around the class only to meet Mingyu's bewitching eyes. Suddenly, you felt that something new and endearing arose in you. Your cheeks heated up while you looked away. 'Wait! What is happening to me?', you said to yourself and cupped your cheeks.

MEANWHILE

Mingyu pov

I chuckled seeing her cute habit when doing her work. She looked so cute that I just can't stop staring at her. Then, her eyes wandered around and eventually they met mine. I could feel my cheeks turning bright red and hers too. 'Wait.. Is she blushing? 'I giggled to myself seeing her reaction. Uhh.. I'm so in love with her. What did you did to me y/n-aa. I swear that I will change for you. Only you. I just hope you don't hate me.

Back to your pov

Other than a group of 5 students, you were still sitting in your class all by yourself. You took out your lunchbox which you brought from home and started eating your lunch. Just after one bite, someone pushed you lunch box so hard that you had a mini heart attack for a second. You turned up to look at the person only to see girl, with loads of makeup which made to look like a clown and you felt like puking after seeing her face. You also noticed that she looked angry? "Why d-" before you could finish your sentence the girl started shouting at you like maniac. "You bi**h! Stay away from my boyfriend. He's mine only. I love him and he loves me. So stop being a third wheel got it! " saying that she went away like nothing happened after slamming the table hard making you flinch so hard. You just sat there blankly. A million thoughts were thoughts were flooding you mind. You were still confused about what happened just now. You saw the food scattered all over the floor. Without any choice, you started cleaning the place.

Just then, Mingyu entered the class with his friends . His eyes fell on you, who was cleaning the floor and looked at you confused. So he asked one of his friend to ask you what happened but of course you came with an excuse. Mingyu just couldn't believe you since your so bad at lying. The group of students who were sitting there earlier and saw the whole scene just now noticed that Mingyu was still demanding to know what happened. So one of them went up to him and told him every single thing and now of course Mingyu was furious. He clenched his jaw in anger and tried to control his anger but failed.

TIME SKIP

After a few lessons, it was finally the free period. You decided to go to your school's library. As you were walking, someone suddenly grabbed your hand and dragged you somewhere. It looked like Mingyu from behind. Was it him? While you were still confused, he has already dragged you to the basketball court. "Mingyu!? Why are we here!?". "Just shut up and stop asking questions!", Mingyu said while still holding your hands. 'Ok dude but that was harsh though' you thought to yourself. Just then you saw the girl that bullied you earlier coming towards you and Mingyu. "Oppa..Why are you holding this hideous nerd's hands!? You can hold my gorgeous hands thou-", before she could finish her sentence Mingyu slapped her, maybe too hard because she fell with a loud thud. All the students there looked at the scene and started laughing. "You have no rights to bully y/n or call her using names! I swear to god, if I see you bullying y/n, I'm gonna punch your clown face! Got it?!", Mingyu warned the girl with a deadly glare while you were still standing there speechless and dumbfounded. "(to y/n)And you, try to stand up for yourself!..(to the others)And also from now on if someone dares to do something to my y/n, I'm gonna fu***ng kick your a**! She's mine and I love her, got it!?!", He said shouting looking at you first then the other students who were present there. They were stunned, like you as well. Suddenly, Mingyu held your hands softly and confessed that he loves you. "Why should I believe you? You're the playboy who breaks girls' hearts and I'm sure that you're playing with me..", you said yanking his hands before walking away with a heavy heart while Mingyu looked at you hopelessly.

TIME SKIP

It has been a few months since the incident and after that, you're no longer the same person. You became brave and always stood up for yourself when you were bullied. Everything about you changed except for your feelings. Your feelings towards Mingyu... You saw how much he also had changed just for you and now you wanted to give him a chance.

You were now waiting for Mingyu to finish his dance lesson. Not before long, you saw him walking out of the dance room with his friends. You went towards him and "Mingyu..I need to talk to you privately. Follow me now", you said with a serious tone. Mingyu gulped at your serious tone and followed you like a lost puppy.

Both of you were in an empty classroom now. No one was talking and the environment was getting awkward until you decided to break it. "I love you, Mingyu", you let out with a deep sigh straightforwardly. Mingyu looked dumbfounded at your sudden confession. Being dissatisfied with his reaction, you pulled him by his collar and kissed him. It was only a few second's kiss and you pulled out quickly. Since Mingyu is Mingyu, he was disappointed because of the quick kiss, so he grabbed your hips and pinned you against the wall, and smashed his lips on yours. You smiled and kissed him back slowly. Your hands ran through his hair while he slid his hands around your waist pulling you closer. After a while, you both pulled away leaving you both breathless. "I love you", Mingyu and you said at the same making you both giggle at each other. "Thank you for giving me a chance. I promise you will never regret it, darling", Mingyu said and hugged you tightly like there's no tomorrow...

"𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜"

~THE END~

A/n : This imagine is purely based on my imagination only. I hope this is good enough to make you guys happy. Thank you for supporting me. It means a lot for me.. Thanks to my besties too<3...

♡

[thenamesmobu]

"An Unfortunate Encounter"

[2/2] Forced Showdown

Devin's POV

DEAR GOD, I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS WEEKS LATE JXJSHD AAAAACCKKK WRITING FIGHT SCENES IS SO HARD. I'M SORRY CALLIX HDJDH. Aaaa I'm dividing this oart into two because holy CRAP is it tedious to write. Anw, CW//: this fic contains violence because y'know, two guys beating the life out of each other. Aa enjoy the fic<3

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A fight it is then.

BOOM! Beams of light were blasted towards the intruder. The blast had caused abit of an explosion, obscuring what aftermath it had cause. As the dusts settles, Devin waits to see the results of his attack, expecting the entity to stay there injured. The two large pair of hands shrunk by a little as they follow its user to investigate the aftermath.

...Nothing?

How is that possible? He could've sworn he hit the target precisely. Two people can't hallucinate the same thing, right? As the Narrator continues to observe the after math, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him. As he turned, he was kicked hard to the side and was knocked back quite the distance.

"Blasting someone who'd just arrived at your doorstep wasn't a nice way of greeting them" The intruder commented.

The Narrator grunted as he gets up on his feet, with his yellow orange hands assisting him. His orange hands disappeared after he was knocked back. "You..." He was irritated.

"Why don't we settle down and talk, hm?" The intruder offered with a sarcastic smile. "If you don't hurt me, then I won't hurt you–" Just then, he was cut off by the impact of a printer crashing into him. "Stop playing with your tricks!" The Narrator yelled, now with yellow hands added appearing with the yellow orange ones. He flexed his orange hands to summon an array of box cutters and aimed it at the intruder. With a snap of a finger, they were launched towards the target.

The intruder saw this and began to dodge his attacks as best as he could. Though he managed to get some bits of cuts here and there, he was mostly unscathed. "Aren't you a rude host?" The intruder taunted. He smirked at the sight of his attacker growing irritated after his taunt. The Narrator growled in frustration. The intruder's smirk grew wider as he stares at him. Though as he continues to do so, he could see an orange glow coming from behind him and hearing something charging up. The intruder evaded it again, but was hit by a punch as he dodged. The Narrator had done that on purpose to distract him.

Nathan was pushed back by the punch, but then he landed on a soft surface. For a split second, he thought he was safe, until he feels the soft surface squeeze him. It was one of the hands. It lifted him up and brought him near to Devin with his orange hands behind him. "You're a new one" He said. "I've never met any anomalies such as you, but that won't discourage me in getting rid of you" Right as he said his words, the familiar orange beams began to charge up. Nathan refused to go down so easely.

Devin suddenly felt his hand shaking for unkown reasons. It wasn't even a second later that his hand was pierced from the inside from the individual that he was holding. A dozen black inky spikes stabbed through his hand. The shocking pain sent waves through his body. All of the existing hands disappeared as Devin clutches his wrist and fell to his knees. He grunted in pain as he realized too late that he had let the intruder go. Looking up in horror, he was immediately kicked in the guts, he was thrown up in the air. Before he could process it, he was violently kicked again towards the ground.

The landing was horrible, he was slammed face first onto the concrete floor. "Are you done with your playfighting?" Nathan asked, he sounded exhasperated by this nonsense. "All I ask from you are directions, how hard is it for you to fufill such—" BAM. A hand slammed right from above Nathan's head. No warnings, no sound, it just appeared. Slowly and shakily lifting himself up from his rough landing, Devin stood up. "Don't think I would fall so easely..." Devin said in between his puffs of breath. Before he could continue, he took notice of the black substance oozing from his hand. It formed a puddle surrounding his hand, it then quickly formed what looks like a jaw and SNAPPED close. Devin shoutted in pain as he clutches his wrist again.

The hand that once smashed the intruder disappeared. Devin grunted in pain and fell to his knees, he slowly turned his gaze to in front of him with hate in his eyes. The intruder's body was contorted, broken, and damaged. It stood up, the cracks of its body bled out the black substance that bad chomped his hand. Its eyes were rolled back, it formed an eerie smile that drooled the same substance. As if repairing itself, the once bled out and spreaded substance that covered the floor began to gather itself and reformed the body as best as it could. Once all the goo were back together, it looked as if it was ready to fight again.

Oh, so they've made a new model I see

"FINE THEN! If THAT is how you want to play, then SO BE IT!"

The figure dashes towards Devin with its arms now morphed into a pair of scythes, ready to slice Devin into pieces. The man thought fast and clamped himself with a pair of hands to protect himself. He grunted at the harm recieved by the attack. Now airborne with a big hand lifting him up in the air, Devin is taking this fight far more seriously now. With one hand in front of him, he summons the orange hands behind him and blasted his Sunbeams at the intruder. It evaded the attack swiftly as it makes its way reaching Devin. With the yellow hands following the intruder in pursuit. It slammed itself onto the ground whilst forming a fist, a multitude of office drawers began to protrude from the ground and it chases after intruder. Inspite of the attacks being sent, it manages to full on leap into the air and took a hold onto the hand that was carrying Devin. It stabbed through one of the hands that clamped him up again.

Devin lost his balance and fell. His yellow hands cushioned his fall. When he looked up, he saw that his two other pairs were being tied up by the intruder. They were restrained by a web of the black substance. The web tightens, further constraining the hands. Devin feels the pain in his own hands and shouted again in pain. The two pairs then vanished. Whatever this thing was, it turned its attention back to Devin. He braces himself.

The intruder shoots its own arm like a grappling hook to reach him. Devin blocked the attack with one of his hands that he just summoned, making the Intruder reel it in and smashing itself againts it.

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I'm so tired bruh💀

Nathan belongs to @callixspod