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[mirangel]

HII RANN ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I REQUESTED SOMETHING SOOO LIKE CAN YOU DO ALHAITHAM X HYBRID READER X KAVEH AND LIKE THE READERS IN HEAT LOLOLOL

(I suffer from an unclean mind 😂😂)

monthly heat !

cw: gn!reader, hybrid!reader, heat, slightly omegaverse-y, polyam, kavetham here and there, praise, overstim, degradation, double pounding, dumbification

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

you can’t help but drown yourself in the overwhelming feeling of your heat. you practically raided your two roommates’ closets in order to prepare for this after all, but nothing could come close to the two men’s presence themselves. you could hardly breathe, grinding yourself in your beloved architect’s silk pillow, while you bury your face into your scribe’s clothing, begging to no one in particular for them to come home quicker, for them to come home and satisfy your needs. luckily for you however, they came home earlier than they both expected, and they were greeted to a beautiful sight of you humping kaveh’s pillow, while drowning your entire senses in alhaitham’s clothes.

“my… how naughty of you, to be playing with yourself while we’re away.” alhaitham sneers, pinning himself above your needy body while kaveh moves his body next to yours, rubbing the small of your back with his slender hand, using the other hand to rest his head on his fist, a gentle smile on his face. “alhaitham dear, this poor thing’s in heat! we should take care of them, it’s our duty as their mate after all!” the blond chirps, giving a small peck on the other’s cheek before unzipping his pants, with the other following suit shortly.

kaveh is a much kinder man, who treats you like glass as he presses kisses on your body as he mumbles sweet praises into your ear. he tells you how much you fit him perfectly when he slots himself inside of you, how beautiful you look underneath him, moaning when he takes you entirely, encouraging your moans that slip out of your mouth, coaxing you to go further, “tell me what you need, dear bunny.” he coos, caressing your cheek with his hand as he thrusts himself deeper into you.

alhaitham is much rougher, who treats you like the animal you are when he brings you to your peak over and over, he’ll bring you the satisfaction you deserve, despite what his other partner says, he’ll treat you as rough as you want him to go. “my, you little slut, if i had known you’d want this sooner i could’ve fucked you as hard as you want.” he grins, prodding a sensitive spot inside you that makes your legs curl around his waist.

the two of them together are like two devils in disguise, they find ways to satisfy you in unison without even giving each other more than a single glance and a nod, their two cocks pounding your hole with delicacy and toughness in one mixed setting, their ragged breaths in your ear as they mumble and moan about how you good you feel. you can hardly think, but that’s okay, you’re content being like this. your heat may be temporary, but their love for you is eternal.

ok!! i had this marinating in my inbox for a while and unfortunately for me! i am drunk off my shit writing this so this may be poorly written i am so sorry haha

[sumeruin]

thinkin about being al haitham’s cute little gf :( kaveh not being able to understand what you, such a pretty, sweet little thing see in the stoic, unromantic man n so al haitham lets him watch while he fucks you until dumb on his cock :( thinkin about al haitham being so so sweet to you after he’s done ruining you n kaveh being surprised he’s capable of being so nice after what he just watched :( angelllll i need him so bad n it’s 5 in the morning help

minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!!

nonnie omg!!! i actually have been planning to write something like this for a while so you sent this at the perfect time <3 also i tried something new with my writing style for these lmk which one we prefer!!! i wrote it like how i write my actual fics just shorter :)

warnings: fem reader, bimbo reader, not really a threesome but kaveh does watch you guys fuck, aftercare, slight dacryphilia and sadism, choking, mentions of drool and spit

kaveh was skeptical, to say the least, when alhaitham told him about you, he’s seen you around the city and he just can’t believe that someone like you is dating someone like alhaitham. you’re just so sweet, and cute, and nice, and if he’s being completely honest, you aren’t exactly the smartest girl out there, and alhaitham is…. well he’s alhaitham. kaveh would’ve thought he’d consider intelligence more when choosing a partner.

he just couldn’t believe it, his roommate, actually managing to find a girlfriend. he was sure something was up. so, when alhaitham so generously offered to let him watch one of your dates he jumped at the chance to finally see what you saw in the cold, unromantic man, not even noticing the small smirk on alhaitham’s lips as he told him about the details.

what he didn’t expect was to see you immediately clinging to haitham once you saw him, holding his arm against your smaller body, looking up at him as if he was the only person in the world while telling him all about your day. kaveh was even more surprised to see haitham nodding along with your talking, actually listening to the pointless stories about how you got your nails done and saw a really pretty dress you were thinking of buying, even adding in his thoughts every once in a while. he was too caught up in his disbelief to see the small glances haitham would send his way every couple minutes.

the rest of the dinner had played out exactly the same, with you acting like haitham had hung the stars for you, him being much kinder than he usually was, and kaveh staring in disbelief. he was even more shocked when haitham invited him to come with you two back to your place, finally noticing the cocky smirk he had been wearing all night and the slightly shy expression on your face.

he accepted the invitation, obviously, and couldn’t believe his eyes at the scene in front of him once you had gotten back. you, pinned down underneath haitham on your bed, completely bare while he had only just barely pulled down his pants, one of his hands wrapped around your neck and the other rubbing hard, unforgiving circles into your clit while he fucked into you.

kaveh couldn’t deny how beautiful you looked though, long, whiny, drawn out moans constantly falling from your lips whenever haitham loosened his grip on your neck enough for them to be heard, the way drool and tears and spit trailed down your chest in an undeniably filthy display of your love, the way you still, despite all the overstimulation and almost sadistic pain alhaitham had been putting you through while he fucked you, looked up at him with such utter devotion in your eyes, as if you were honored to be fucked within an inch of your life by the man.

kaveh watched as haitham’s thrusts into your cunt sped up, watched as he pushed himself all the way in one last time before cumming deep inside of you, and then he watched as he slowly pulled out of you, instantly switching from the aggressive, commanding personality he had been showing just seconds earlier to a softer, sweeter version of himself, wiping your tears away, gently shushing your whimpers and cries with little, quiet coos, wiping down your sweat and cum stained body with a soft washrag and taking care to be extra gentle around your sensitive areas. the change almost gave kaveh whiplash.

at least he finally understands what you see in alhaitham.

[demonskiss]

i. have a thought.

alhaitham x trans male reader, where the two of you are huge academic rivals. constantly swapping first and second place, there is enough sexual tension that someone could cut through it with a knife. for a project, the two of you get paired together, and long story short you and alhaitham have hate sex🤞🏾like with dumbification, heavy degradation, and him overstimming you to the point where you cant think of anything but how good he's fucking your cute little hole <33 (and tbh it could probably be dubcon/noncon-y because he knows its his responsibility to show you your true place, underneath him. even if you dont know it yet <3)

alhaitham dark nsfw drabble 1

cw: noncon, transmasc!reader, degradation, dumbification, overstim, mention of boycunt (1)

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

alhaitham had never been more angry than he was now. his grip tightened on your neck, eyes fueled with rage as he forced the upper half of your body flush against the mattress as he fucks himself into your boycunt. you can’t blame him, alhaitham was sick of the way you back-talked him whenever you got a higher score than him, blowing out raspberries like an immature child! he needed to teach you a lesson see, how else will you learn?

he laughs at the way your eyes roll back into your head, drooling from your slightly agape mouth. “are you seriously getting dumb from my cock already? pathetic slut.” alhaitham sneers, “you don’t belong in the akademiya, but beneath me instead.” you whine in response, gripping the bedsheets as tight as you could. “h-haitham…! i’m s—sowwry!” you hiccup, tears falling and staining his sheets. but alhaitham ignores you, spanking your ass instead and chiding you for opening your mouth.

maybe he was right, maybe you were suited for being his little cocksleeve instead. you could barely think of anything but him after all, especially with the way he coos condescending praises in your ear, kissing the tears from your face with so much delicacy, you nearly forgot he was assaulting your body like this. maybe, you’ll just close your eyes…

I WAS WORKING ON THIS BEFORE AND MY DRAFT DELETED?? hopefully this second attempt is good!! enjoy nonnie!!! i love alhaitham…….

[euphememoon]

¡holaaa! he estado ocupada (y estoy) con la universidad, pero ya mañana creo que conseguiré un poco de libertad, así que dejo por aquí mi buzón y a mis pjs y mañana mismo me pongo a enviar a todo el mundo jej :)

[alastorss]

hii!, hope you have a nice day<3, could I request alastor with a VERY VERY ticklish reader? with like alastor giving a hug to reader and him figuring out they’re ticklish (and using it to his advantage, fluff too!♡︎)

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Alastor has tried everything he could think of, but your mood still hasn't improved.

He's resorted to the most humiliating scenario imaginable: knocking on Charlie's door and asking for her help while grinding his teeth. For you, he's swallowing his pride.

There's no discernible reason for you to be upset, nor has the Radio Demon been successful in finding a way to make your terrible crying stop.

You might as well plunge your hand into his chest and squeeze his heart until it stills. At least then he wouldn't have to feel this horrible ache just looking at your tears.

"Did you offer them their favourite food?"

"Of course I did."

Charlie thinks for a moment, hand on her chin. The Princess of Hell has a whole whiteboard of ideas going on how to make you feel better.

"How about hot chocolate? Hot chocolate always makes me feel better!"

"I don't think that's quite—"

"Oh! I know! What about singing a song? That always makes us feel better!"

Alastor's head tilts. While that was true, he's not sure the sentiment would exactly carry over.

"I... don't think so, my dear."

Finally, after filling the board with countless ideas and subsequently crossing them off, Charlie sighs and flops onto the couch next to him. "I give up. If only they could be cured with your hugs or something."

"... Hugs?"

Deathly silence fills the air as the Princess stares at him blankly.

"You... did try that, right?"

Alastor's ears twitch in lieu of an answer.

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You've decided to hole up in your room again.

For whatever reason, it annoys Alastor. He hasn't been able to see your face all day, and as ridiculous as it sounds, he's become quite attached to you.

He doesn't bother knocking, instead opting to slip through the crack of your door in shadows and materializing beside your bed with a dimming smile.

You don't seem to stir at his sudden appearance, apparently used to his shenanigans.

"What do you want?" You murmur miserably from under your blankets, which are coiled up around you while you wallow.

"Come now, darling. It's a beautiful day in Hell! Why don't you join me for a stroll?"

He perches himself on the edge of your bed as you groan and pull the sheets tighter to your body.

"Go away, Al."

"Why, you've been absolutely pitiful, my dear. What's gotten you so down?" Reaching over, he peels the blankets away from your face so he can finally look at you.

There's a familiar throbbing ache of his heart when he sees your tears. When you don't answer, he sighs.

"Would a hug help?" He asks, trying not to cringe. He holds his arms open with a shaky smile. You blink at him with wide eyes.

"... Really?"

He hesitates, but then your eyes sparkle with the tiniest bit of wonder and happiness, so he surrenders. "Hurry and come here before I change my mind."

You shuffle across the bed, abandoning all your blankets and pillows in the process. After you've shed the layers, you slot into his arms.

At first he's stiff as a board, awkwardly patting your back. But then you relax in his arms, melting against him. Smile softening, he pulls you closer into his chest and squeezes.

Giggle.

Alastor's eyes fly open. Jerking back, he looks at you in bewilderment.

"Is something wrong?"

"N-No!" You exclaim, slithering away from him.

"Are you... ticklish?" He asks, amused by your flustered expression.

"I'm not!" You lie through your teeth, squirming to put some distance between your bodies.

"Really, now~?"

He suddenly lunges at you, enveloping you again in his hold and purposefully poking at you with his fingers. You burst out into a fit of giggles, writhing to get away from him.

"Al!" You shriek with laughter. Shoving him away, you finally have a moment to catch your breath while you wipe away the tears gathering in your eyes.

Alastor reaches out, gentle this time, thumbs pulling at your smile. He admires it softly. As much as he hates to admit it, just seeing your face lit up fills him with relief.

"That's more like it, darling. Show me your lovely smile."

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[smellslikechahnspirit]

Can you pleassseee make one about Minho he's my favorite. That he saw me walking out of class with tears in my eyes, but i was trying to act casually. He doesnt know that the girl next to me was bullying me about ......

Ofcourse! I made it al little angsty and I cursed like a lot. Hope that's okay haha. Enjoy!

Minho ��🤍

Fake text scenario: You got bullied

🤍 : fluff, soft, still might contain swearing

🕸 : MIGHT CONTAIN SOME adult themes, emotional, maybe trigger warning

...Masterlist...

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[ely--coffee]

Dream: Esto es vergonzoso (y tonto...)

A Dream le da pena mostrar sus cicatrices pero Farfa le insistió de que al menos le enseñe la parte del hombro y Dream a regañadientes acepto y bueno- ya el dibujo habla por si solo jkslajsa

Dato: Cuando Farfa esta enamorado en su humo salen corazones y cuando Dream se sonroja su mascara también lo hace jaja

Pa hacer este dibujo me inspire en esta imagen que me tope por Pinterest, cuando la vi dije: Ahuevo voy a dibujar a Dream así jslkajsa-

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[bulutlarmiisalii]

Allah'ım kendimize çeki düzen vermemizi sağla. Bizleri doğru yoldan ayırma. İbadetlerimiz de bizi sağlam eyle. Sana ve Rasulullah'a olan sevgimizi arttır . Senin bize indirmiş olduğun kitabı anlayarak okumamızı nasip eyle. Dünyada ve ahirette bizi iyilerden kıl. Bizii razı olduğun kullar arasına al ☁

[nothingsure127]

🍃Unplanned Journey🍃

Pairing: Park Sunghoon. as father, fluff🍬 _________________________________ 🐣 chap: 01💐

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sunghoon sat on the floor of his messy small apartment, surrounded by baby items that he bought in a rush. He was holding his newborn baby, who was crying softly in his arms. He was tired and sleep-deprived, he whispered soothing the baby in his arms.

"It's okay, buddy, I'm here."

He glanced around the room, There were dirty laundry and takeout containers strewn It was clear that Sunghoon had been too busy with his new job and taking care of his child to clean up.

He looked back at his son, who was still crying, his little face reddening with each passing minute. Sunghoon sighed and patted the baby's back, trying to soothe him.

"Please, little one, please stop crying papa is tired. You need to sleep."

The baby was only a few days old, and sunghoon had been struggling to adjust to being a new parent. He hadn't slept in days, and the baby's constant crying was taking its toll on him.

as if he could sense his exhaustion, he tried rocking the baby, but nothing seemed to work. He looked at the clock on the wall; it was past midnight. He had to go to work the next day, and he hadn't had a proper night's sleep in weeks.

But the baby just kept crying, his small fists clenching and unclenching his tiny fists flailing in the air.

Sunghoon felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He was only a 17 and he had no idea what he was doing. He had never even held a baby before, let alone been completely responsible for one.

He felt helpless and overwhelmed. sunghoon never thought he would be a single father, especially at the age of 17 He had just graduated high school, and was supposed to start college in a few weeks.

He was feeling more frustrated, helpless. He thought of His girlfriend the baby's mother who had left him after the baby was born, without second thought, saying that she wasn't ready to be a mother,

leaving him alone with this little human being that depended on him.

His eyes filled with tears as he rocked the baby back and forth, trying to calm his own emotions and his son's.

"Why did she leave?" he thought to himself, "Why couldn't she stay? We were supposed to do this together. I can't do this on my own." The baby's cries got louder, and Sunghoon felt like he was going to break down too.

He tried rocking the baby harder, but it only seemed to make the crying worse.

He felt like he was drowning in responsibility. He had to work, care for the baby, and figure out how to clean and keep a home. He felt like he was failing at all of it, and he missed the support and companionship of his girlfriend.

He wished she was there to help him, but he knew that wishing wouldn't change the reality.

He thought about calling his parents or one of his friends for help, but he knew they would only judge him for the situation he was in.

They had warned him not to get involved with that girl in the first place,

and look where it had gotten him. all Alone, exhausted, and overwhelmed, with a baby that wouldn't stop crying no matter what he did.

He got up and started walking around the room, bouncing the baby gently.

"Please, stop crying," he whispered,

"Please, I'm begging you. Just please stop crying." He looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was well past midnight. He hadn't slept in days, and he was starting to feel like he was losing his mind.

he had no family or friends to turn to for help. He was completely alone, except for the baby in his arms, who was still crying at the top of his lungs.

and Sunghoon, He sat down on the couch, feeling defeated.

"What am I going to do?" he thought. "I can't do this forever. I need to sleep. But how can I when he's crying like this?"

Finally, in a last-ditch effort, Sunghoon started singing a lullaby that his mother used to sing to him when he was a baby.

His voice cracked and he couldn't hit all the right notes, but the baby started to quiet down staring at his father.

He continued singing, gently rocking the baby and praying that it would work.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispered, "papa is here, you're safe."

Just then, the baby started to hiccup, and his crying turned into soft, whimpering sounds, he seemed to be falling asleep. He breathed a sigh of relief.

& carefully laid his son down in his crib, he stared at him He felt a pang of guilt for being so frustrated with his son.

"He's just a baby," he thought, "He doesn't know any better, and just when as he was about to collapse onto the couch,

The baby continued to cry, and Sunghoon's patience was wearing thin.

the baby's cries began to sound like a broken record, sunghoon's head was starting to pound. He put his hand on head his anger frustration grewing each passing second.

He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten a full meal or taken a shower. He was surviving on coffee and noodles, and he was starting to hit his limit.

"FOR GOD SAKE SHUST SHUT UP!" he yelled as tears started falling.

The baby's cries only got louder,

The baby's cries continued to echo through the room, and he felt a wave of anger wash over him. the baby just wouldn't stop crying, no matter what he did. & he didnt thought for once it wasnt normal crying something was wrong with him the way he was crying his tiredness, exhausted and frustrated state didn't thought about it, and the crying was like a drill in his ears.

The baby's cries were like nails on a chalkboard, and they only fueled His anger, boiled inside him. "Why won't you shut up?!" he yelled.

"I've tried everything, and nothing works. You're just a little monster who's driving me insane!" He clenched his fists in frustration,

each passing minute he felt himself getting angrier and angrier. He couldn't stand it anymore "Enough!" he shouted, "Stop crying, stop it!" He picked up the baby and held him tightly, rocking him forcefully

The baby's crying increased in volume, and Sunghoon felt his frustration mounting.

"I can't take this anymore," he thought, "

, "Why can't he just be quiet for five minutes I need sleep. I need a break." Without realizing what he was doing, he yelled. "Shut the hell up!"

"Why did I get myself into this mess?" he thought. "Why did I think I could raise a child on my own?"

He paced around the room, bouncing the baby in his arms and desperately trying to get him to stop crying.

"Please, just stop crying. I can't do this anymore," he muttered through clenched teeth he said out loud, his voice rising. "I'm trying my best, but you just won't stop!"

feeling anger overtake him. "Why are you doing this to me? Can't you see how tired I am? I'm trying my best, but you just keep crying!" His voice filled with irritation.

He looked down in his arms The baby's face was red from crying, and Sunghoon felt a twinge of guilt,

."I need sleep," he muttered to himself, "I need to function how can I do that if I'm constantly sleep-deprived.

the child's cry sound each one piercing through Sunghoon's headache like a knife. In this 1 week he barely eat and sleep just taken care of this baby night day each passing minutes he barely has time for himself to rest.

He thought about all the things he had sacrificed for this child, and all the things he would have to give up. His social life, his career, his dreams. "I never wanted this," he thought,

"I never wanted to be a father. Not like this."

tears welled up in hihis eye he wasn't that much strong yet he was just a teen like others who still need parent for comfort.

He think about his ex again and anger filled him up again.

"Now I understand why she didn't stick around when we were supposed to do these together... But only I'm stuck with this and she's out there living her best life."

He muttered & gritted his teeth he just felt like trapped stuck it that he couldn't get out of. "I can't do this anymore," he said through clenched teeth, "I can't take it any longer. I wish I had never agreed to raise you."

He looked down at the baby, his eyes filled with anger and regret. "You're ruining my life," he thought, "You're ruining everything I ever wanted. I hate you.

The baby's face twisted into a cry suddenly stopped as Sunghoon's words sank in as if he could understand the pain and resentment in his father's voice.

The baby's cries suddenly stopped, as sunghoon's word sank in as if he could understand the pain and resentment in his father voice, he staring up at his father with wide, innocent eyes Sunghoon was taken aback, surprised by the sudden silence.

He looked at his son's face, which was still red from crying. "Why did you stop?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"What just happened?" he thought, looking at the baby. The baby seemed to be studying him, as if he could sense the pain and regret in his father's voice.

"Did he understand what I said?" Sunghoon thought. He felt a pang of guilt and shame for what he had just said, and a deep regret for letting his anger get the best of him.

He felt like a terrible person, He felt immediately guilty and ashamed for thinking these thoughts but he couldn't help it.

The lack of sleep and the constant stress were taking a toll on him he looked at the clock on the wall. It was 2am. He couldn't believe that the baby had been crying for hours. He looked back down at the baby, who was now lying quietly in his arms.

baby continued to stare at him, his eyes filled with curiosity. Sunghoon felt a pang of regret and guilt as he realized what he had said.

feeling ashamed of his outburst. "Oh, little one," he said softly,

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean those things I said. I'm just tired and stressed, but that's no excuse. I love you more than anything in this world, you know that, right?"

He realized how much he had let his anger get the best of him.The baby reached up towards Sunghoon's face, his small hand grasping at the air.

Sunghoon couldn't help but smile through his tears as he gently placed a finger in the baby's hand, The baby's tiny hand grabbed onto Sunghoon's finger tightly feeling a strong bond forming between them.

His heart melted as he looked at his child. "I'm sorry," he said again,

"I promise I won't yell at you like that. I'll do everything I can to be a good father to you. I swear I will."

The baby smiled at him little, as if forgiving him for his outburst. Sunghoon felt a surge of overwhelming love and protectiveness. He held the baby close to his chest, feeling grateful for the second chance he had been given.

He realized that he couldn't let his anger and frustration take over like that again. He had to be the strong, stable parent that his child needed, no matter how hard it was.

Sunghoon made a promise to himself & his child to never speak like that to him again. He was determined to do whatever it took to give him a happy, loving childhood.

He would do everything in his power to provide a loving and stable home for his child, even if it meant sacrificing everything he had ever wanted for himself he know how that journey of this road is difficult

Where his mind still nagged at him, reminding him of all the things he had sacrificed and all the things he had lost because of this child. He wondered if he really had what it took to be a good father, or if he was just fooling himself.

He looked down at the baby sleeping peacefully in his arms, his tiny chest rising and falling with each breath

He thought about his dreams and aspirations, the things he had wanted to do in life. Would he ever be able to pursue them now that he had a child to take care of? Would he be stuck in this small apartment, never seeing the outside world again?

The feeling of being trapped and the weight of responsibility were suffocating of the uncertainty future loomed over him, and he know he had a long difficult road, he felt like he was drowning. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts.

feeling torn. He loved his son more than anything, but he couldn't deny the feeling of loss he felt for the life he had given up.

his heart softened. No matter what he had lost, no matter what he had given up,

he knew he couldn't regret having this child. He may be struggling, but he wouldn't trade the baby for anything in the world.

Despite all the uncertainty and doubt, he couldn't help but feel a deep love for this tiny human being who relied on him for everything

The baby's soft breaths reminded him that he couldn't afford to fail. He was all the baby had in this world.

He was willing to do anything for this little soul in his arms as He looked down at the tiny being in his arms and whispered,

"I promise I'll try my best. I promise I'll give you everything you need. You're my everything now"

The baby snuggled into his chest, and Sunghoon couldn't help but smile.

"I may not have planned on being a father," he thought, "But I'm glad I am. I love you, my little one, my prince with all my heart.

He held the baby closer, feeling a sense of determination wash over him.

"We're in this together, little one," he whispered,

"Just you and me, okay? We'll make it work, somehow."

He leaned back on the couch and held the baby close to his chest. "We'll get through this," he said again, more to himself than to the baby. "We'll be okay. I'll make sure of it.

,tucking the blankets around The baby who is looking peaceful over his father chest, Sunghoon looked down at his chest watched him for a moment,

feeling a sense of responsibility connection & love he had never felt before he smiled feeling his warm breath his heartbeat against his chest he slowly brushed his hair through his fingertip.

The baby snuggled against him, feeling safe and content in his arm chest, his tiny body warm and comforting. Sunghoon felt a sense of peace settle over him, and he closed his eyes. For the first time in days, he felt like he could rest.

feeling a mixture of exhaustion and hope. He knew the road ahead would be difficult, but he wasn't alone. He had this little baby, who was counting on him, who needed him.

& he placed a soft kiss over his head.."good night buddy" he whispered drifting to sleep with his son over his chest.

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(I didn't recheck so unsee my mistakes in grammar spelling I hope you guys enjoyed the first one chap look forward for more. Do note & reblog🍃 & let me know your opinion pls :' ()

[mirangel]

Slides in here

mayhaps

Some uh

some alhaitham hair pulling and/or under the desk sucking stuff?? (Character recieving the under the desk)

alhaitham nsfw drabble 111

cw: oral sex (character receiving), office sex, semi public sex, praise, deepthroating

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

he stifled his moans with the back of his hand, his beautiful teal and orange eyes boring into yours with an intensity no other man can compare. you both know damn well you shouldn’t do this. the door isn’t locked and if someone walks in they’d catch you in the middle of sucking his dick.

but the acting grand sage doesn’t care about who sees. after all, who would dare tell him off? perhaps his roommate would, but other than that he believes he’s free to do whatever he pleases. alhaitham’s eyes flutter closed when your cheeks hollow, a content sigh passing through his lips. “my word, such a good job you’re doing.” he’d coo, his free hand wrapping around the back of your head and pushing you further down on his cock and throwing his head back.

“doing such a great job for me, hm?” he didn’t need an answer from you, after all his flushed face and labored breathing was all you needed to know. he cums right into your willing throat, pushing your face down to his pelvis with both of his hands. he throws his head back, biting his lower lip. this is most certainly the best part about being acting grand sage.

i need to do this to him— WHO SAID THAT

[sumeruin]

♫♪: minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!!

♫♪: warnings: written by a minor, afab reader, professor x student dynamic, slight blackmailing, kinda hate sex but not really, overstimulation, let me know if i missed anything!! <3

♫♪: pairing: professor alhaitham x reader

♫♪: a/n: ok this is the last one i’m posting today i promise. i will more than likely be posting more tomorrow though <3

latin professor alhaitham, whose class is notoriously hard to stay in. he assigns so much work, and his lessons are always so hard to follow, it’s almost impossible to keep a high enough grade for the whole semester. so, when your grades start to drop and you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re kicked out and moved to a different class, you immediately go to your professor during lunch to beg for another chance, you just want some help, maybe a couple tutoring sessions, and you promise you’ll do better.

latin professor alhaitham, who thinks you look pathetic, sitting in front of him with your eyes brimming with tears you desperately try to blink back, you voice slightly whiny and cracking. he wonders how you even got into his class in the first place. he sighs and eventually takes pity on you, telling you to visit him after classes let out and he’ll figure something out for you.

latin professor alhaitham, who spends the rest of the day thinking about all the ways he’s going to ruin you when you go to his office after school. he has to force himself not to get hard in front of the rest of his classes, and he just gets that much more frustrated at what you’ve done to him.

latin professor alhaitham, who greets you with a cold glare, and the shame you feel at having to ask him for help is almost enough to make you turn back around and tell him to forget it. he notices, and quickly tells you to sit down, he’s not gonna let you back out that easily. he just stares at you for a second, his green eyes still narrowed, and he tells you that he found a way for you to improve your grades without even studying more, just agree to his personal little stress reliever and he’ll consider it extra credit. it would be a win win, he gets to fuck a cute little thing after his stressful job every day, and you get higher grades. though he could just kick you from his class if you’d prefer that.

latin professor alhaitam, who actually smiles for once when you hesitantly agree to his proposition, telling you to sit on his desk while he starts to pull his pants down, revealing the daunting size of his cock. he orders you to pull down your panties and you quickly do, not used to your usually passive professor being so aggressive.

latin professor alhaitam who rails you within an inch of your life, making you cum over and over just because he likes the feeling of you clenching down on his cock.

latin professor alhaitam, who cums deep inside your cunt and tells you that if you keep it inside he’ll give you even more extra credit.

latin professor alhaitam, who sighs when he sees you after he’s done, the faraway, glossed over look in your eyes and the mindless whimpers you let out telling him that you’re not gonna be in any state to leave anytime soon.

latin professor alhaitam, who moves your body over to his couch while he finishes up his work, pulling your panties back up so that if anyone comes in they don’t suspect anything :((

[somos-deseos]

Hay algunas cosas sobre mí que no puedo explicarle a nadie. Hay algunas cosas que no entiendo en lo absoluto. No puedo decir lo que pienso sobre las cosas o lo que busco. No sé cuáles son mis puntos fuertes ni qué se supone que debo hacer al respecto. Pero si empiezo a pensar en estas cosas con demasiado detalle, todo se vuelve aterrador.

- cSeguen Oríah× ☁︎.

[sheyfu]

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ HEY, HEY, FIREFLY!

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗒

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: [𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉] 𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅!𝗌𝖺𝖾 𝗑 𝖿1 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋!𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗏𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗅!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

— 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗐𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽.

𝗎𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾: 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒, 12 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 (𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝖾 23 𝗈𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍!)

𝖼𝗐: 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀; 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾; 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 (?); 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 😓😓; 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 😭😭; 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾!

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 ‘𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖢𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁!’ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 '𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽'; 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉; 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺 1 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅-𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿1 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 🤞🤞; 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾! 𝖲𝖮 𝖸���𝖯𝖯𝖯; 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 (𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺) 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 💛💛

𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽! @/𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖺𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌

preamble. The Firefly’s Ascent [wc: 275] 

In which we witness the birth of a firefly.

I. In the Hands of the World

As Y/N Vettel gets offered a contract from the Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS F1 Team themselves, she doesn’t hesitate to sign it. Yet it’s only her first race and she's already cost the team multi-million mistakes. 

II. The Flight of the Bumblebee

A global epidemic hits and the current grid is obligated to stay in their homes. People expect the young woman’s skill to decline, but they’re in for a surprise at the 2020 Austrian Grand Prix.

III. Their World in Her Hands

Rumors of Sebastian Vettel's retirement spread like a wildfire. Y/N Vettel confronts her brother, only to be faced with the harsh truth.

IV. Hope is a Dangerous Thing for a Woman Like me to Have

Y/N Vettel struggles to keep up after losing the one thing she was racing for. 

V. Girl Crush!

A spontaneous meet-up with her grid friends leads to a fated crossing between two athletes.

VI. Let me into Your World

As the ball game concludes, the grid gets a chance to meet the members of Re Al.  

VII. Come into my World

With a certain midfielder refueling her love for her sport, she's ready to announce her return. 

VIII. Monza, Please Love me Back

While the world tries to swallow her, she rises to the top.

IX. Chequered Goal

Rumours grow between two fabled athletes. Yet, they only seem to care about their results—and secretly, each other.

X. More than Friends, Less than Lovers

In which the world finds out about Y/N Vettel’s motivation, starting a heated discussion amongst their fans. Meanwhile, the pair in question wonders what they are.

bonus. The Time I Win the World Once More

After six years of twists and turns, Y/N Vettel is determined to win the world once more in her last season. 

[alastorss]

a/n: crack fluff ! and alastor being a cranky asshole when he wakes up

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"...Al. Al! Alastor!"

Alastor jolts awake at your fit, hand still pressed to his shoulder where you were firmly shaking him.

"What... What is it?" He asks, groggy from sleep.

"I have to pee," you hiss, looking more concerned about it than you ever should. He simply stares at you, unimpressed by your proclamation.

He was never one to fall asleep easily in the first place. As such, he's an uncharacteristically grumpy riser.

"Do you need me to hold your hand for you, darling? Go to the bathroom yourself," he grumbles, rolling over so he can try to go back to bed. You leap at him, nearly making him yell as you shake him again.

"Yes, I do!" You whine, rocking him back and forth until he sighs like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. He sits up, blinking at you with narrowed eyes and trying to get them to adjust to the darkness of the room.

"If this is some sort of joke, I'm not understanding it."

"Come with me, please?"

"Are you five?" He quips, his rude awakening catching up to him. "It's just the bathroom. We are ten feet away from it, sweetheart."

You make an expression he's never seen before, cheeks puffed into balloons and eyes full of determination. "Please?" You ask so sweetly that he just barely caves.

Sighing again, louder this time, he gathers your hand into his and drags you out of his side of the bed. You stay attached to his arm, clinging to him as if he'll disappear if you let up even a little bit.

"What's gotten into you?" He yawns, dragging his feet as he guides your bodies to the washroom.

"It's nothing!" You squeak, squeezing his arm a little tighter. "I would just miss you, honey."

"On the toilet?"

"Yes."

"You know how ridiculous you sound, right?"

"...Yes."

He flicks on the light and shuts the door behind him, leaning on the wall as you hurry to the toilet. He keeps eye contact as you glare back at him, evidently embarrassed by his still unimpressed expression.

"Look away, asshole!"

"You told me to come in here with you. Would you actually like me to hold your hand, too?"

"Oh my god, just turn around!"

Alastor's eye twitches but he obliges anyway, huffing as he turns to face the wall. He stares at it absently as you grumble under your breath.

"So, do you mind telling me what's really going on?"

You're silent for a second, not responding to him. Then,

"I watched a scary movie."

"What was that?"

"I... I watched a scary movie. Alone. In the dark."

Ah. Alastor would laugh if he weren't being dragged into the after effects of your little mistake. Instead, his forehead hits the wall in front of him.

"Is that all?"

You flush the toilet and he takes it as a sign to turn back around so he can gaze at you in full. This way, you can feel the entire weight of his disapproval.

"The monster in it was so scary," you mumble, eyes drilling holes into your hands as you wash them to avoid making contact with the demon behind you.

You understand the irony of your situation in that moment.

"Oh, darling. No such monster is wandering these halls."

He stalks behind you and shuts off the faucet for you, effectively caging you in between his arms.

"Besides, if a monster did want to come eat you up..."

Alastor squeezes your sides, snaking his head into the crook of your neck. In your reflections, you see the dim glow of his green stitches.

"They would have to get through me first."

~

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[grimace-writes]

New Kid in Town *.•.*• No. 2

GN!Reader x Task Force 141 (feat. Alejandro + Roldolfo)

| No.1 | No.2 | No.3 | No.4 | Masterlist |

Summary: The Reader must show the team what they are made of during a sparing session with Ghost.

Word count: 1449

(3rd Person POV | They/Them so anyone can read :) | Early to Mid Twenties) [Unfortunately contains Google translated Spanish...I apologize (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) Also the Reader is written to be a badass, they deserve it]

[Enjoy! (๑ º ᗜ &lt;; ๑) ノ♡ ]

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Their 141 and MSF friends were really like their own little found family, who functioned mostly by themselves in their own little corner of the base. There were plenty of other teams that shared the other factions of the base, though it seemed rare to see them as Price and the gang were higher on the food chain. The captain made sure they all participated in training with the recruits or other teams for missions, along with helping the other teams on certain larger missions. Seeing as {Y/N} was still fresh meat themselves, they were exempted from participating in group training until the next week. Price wanted to gauge their skill first hand before releasing them to the populous.

“Thanks for the meal, guys..It was good. I hope whatever I make will be up to par like this..” {Y/N} said standing from their place at the table to grab all the empty dishes.

“I’m sure it’s going to be just fine and you are very welcome.” Rudy says, handing his plate to them with a smile before grabbing the leftovers to pack up.

“Sí, estaba delicioso. Gracias, mi amigos.” (*Yes, it was delicious. Thank you, my friends.*) Alejandro joined in collecting the dishes to help with cleaning.

Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost stayed seated as the three went to the kitchen with the mess from the table. {Y/N} rinsed and scrubbed the plates as Ale wiped and put them away, he made sure to explain where each item went. Ghost and Price seemed to be talking about work things as Price’s eyebrows furrowed when {Y/N} glanced at him as they put dishes away. {Y/N} met the Captain's gaze which softened the older man’s expression, “Mind coming over here a sec, {C/N}?”

{Y/N} nodded, excusing themself from their task wiping their hands dry before making their way over to the two superior officers. “Yes?”

“With the day still young, Ol’ Ghost here suggests we start your training early. This will give us the opportunity to get a head start on your training regime, if you are up to it that is. It’d be understandable if you need a full day to get settled, though we’d have to start tomorrow at the latest.” Price paused to finish the remnants of coffee in a mug that read ‘World’s Greatest Boss’ in comical lettering as he let {Y/N} mull over the options. It didn’t take long for their answer, they were eager to get started mixed with the anxiety they felt earlier fed their decision.

“Good choice, hen. You two can discuss the details more at the training halls, for now best go back to your previous task.” Price them a smile, cheekily sliding his empty mug towards {Y/N} causing them to snort as they took the glass.

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{Y/N} sighed, wiping the dampness from their hands on the front of their pants. They went to the restroom before they went to the session, which separated them Soap and Ghost who were walking with them to the training halls. With a quickened pace they made their way through the halls to their destination, Ghost stood alone by the sparring mats in a room filled with various types of gym equipment.

“Thanks for your patience, sir.” They said jogging over to him, “Where did the sergeant go?”

A pair of silent footsteps made their way to the pair, making a direct beeline towards {Y/N}, who had their back to their attacker. The person held out a ‘knife’ going to sneak attack them, though their plan was foiled by {Y/N} slamming their heel into his foot. With swift action they rounded a kick backwards, hitting the person in the stomach sending him to the floor. They held their fists up to shield themselves from anymore onslaught, a deep grimace in their face as they looked to their attacker.

Soap laid on his side groaning, one hand on his stomach, the other holding his foot. Ghost looked dumbfounded as Soap began to laugh, “That's pure class! How did ya dae that?"

"I took self-defense classes during intermediate (middle) school, then Karate and gymnastics as my electives all throughout secondary (high) school," {Y/N} picked up the discarded rubber knife pointing towards Soap and straightened their posture. They earned themselves confused looks (well eyes in Ghost’s case), which made them feel a little self conscious. “What can I say? I was a military brat, raised by two overprotective commanders who wanted to make sure no one could ever hurt me.”

‘Plus my mentor made sure I could survive any circumstance during the summers, but that’s a story for another day.’ They thought to themselves with a shiver of the memories of those days.

“You’re need for private sessions makes more sense, now” The poor beaten up Scottish man said, he was hoisted up by Ghost. Soap groaned when he put pressure on his foot but was fine otherwise (his pride was more damaged than anything). “You really are something else, best to rein in those feral tendencies, huh? Though one of these days, you mind showing me how ya dae that?” Mactavish walked over to {Y/N} to give them a friendly victory shake, which they gladly took with a smile.

“Maybe, suds.” They said jokingly back.

{Y/N}’s actions made the silent lieutenant more intrigued by them, their skills and techniques seems to match the intel in their file. He felt like he was going to have to take their match more seriously now, it broke his cold persona making him chuckle. “{C/N}. You may have been able to defeat an opponent sneaking up on you..” Ghost crossed his arms leaning back into his full height, tilting his head to the side to stare down at them. “..Let’s find out how good you are against an opponent head on.”

{Y/N} placed their hands on their hips, matching the lieutenant’s gaze before making their way onto the actual training mate. They held the rubber knife to Ghost as he walked over, he shook his head in response.

“Nope, you are going to be the attacker for this exercise.”

{Y/N} gave him a confused look for a second, the plan they quickly came up with went out the window. Having the new prompt they quickly formulated a new plan, with Soap it was easier to find his weak spot and exploit them (plus natural instinct for self preservation). Ghost’s masked expressions mixed with the overall difficulty to read his body language, made this a harder challenge.

‘Attacking the lieutenant, this is a life or death moment..Fight like you are gonna die..’ {Y/N} thought as they moved into an offensive position, Ghost grunted in satisfaction as he matched them in defense.

‘My only chance will be to catch him off guard, he’s probably expecting me to run up and attack..Perfect.’ They stepped forward letting their guard down, making their way to the very confused lieutenant. Ghost held his guard as they twirled the knife in their hand quickening their pace. Once they were at arms length the lieutenant went to swing at them, not taking any chances for them to gain any more ground towards him. {Y/N}’s slid their foot back into a slight fencing lunge, narrowly avoiding Ghost’s fist from colliding with their face, they harshly clapped their hands upwards towards Ghost’s face. This abnormal technique caused Ghost to blink briefly, giving them the tiniest advantage they were gambling for.

{Y/N} grabbed his extended arm, which made Ghost tense and held himself grounded, allowing them to swing through the small space between his legs. They let him go as they slid quickly twisting their body, pouncing up to hop on his back and wrapped their legs around his waist. Ghost grunted as Y/N held the knife against his throat, their other arm wrapped under his arm as they rested their head on his shoulder. “I think I handled myself pretty well, Lieutenant. I win..”

A loud whistle followed by group clapping ran through the empty space, Price and Gaz snuck in to join Soap to watch the match. {Y/N} released Ghost as they gently got off him, feeling awkward with the peanut gallery seeing them clinging to the lieutenant. They cleared their throat taking a step away from Ghost, an expression explaining how they felt clear on their face.

“You did good..” Ghost’s voice cut through praise of the others, he wasn’t the type to easily give out compliments. {Y/N}’s chest filled with pride, “Thank you, sir.”

To be continued..

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why did my favorite game turn into a dating sim? twst x gen reader (crack fic) Intro

CH 1:

Content Warnings: cringe, swearing, nothing serious ^^

more warnings: goofy ahh scenarios, rizzless behavior, a*c trappola, strawberry tart abuse, lots of yapping, gacha club, and simps

Character Introductions: The Rizzless MC: Y/N L/N

🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 Heartslabyul 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 The Strawberry Tart Obsessed: Riddle Rosehearts The Single Mom of 4: Trey Clover The Secretly Depressed Magicammer: Cater Diamond The Dumb Son: Ace Trappola The Dumber Son: Deuce Spade

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Savanaclaw 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 The Second Son: Leona Kingscholar The Donut Thief: Richie Ruggie Bucchi The Cactus Loving Wolf: Jack Howl

𓇼 ⋆.˚  𓆝⋆.˚Octavinelle 𓇼 ⋆.˚  𓆝⋆.˚ The Insecure Octopus: Azul Ashengrotto The Suspicious Eel 1: Jade Leech The Suspicious Eel 2: Floyd Leech

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡Scarabia⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ The Assassination Attempt Survivor: Kalim Al-Asim The One Who isn’t Paid Enough for This: Jamil Viper

༺♕༻ Pomefiore ༺♕༻ The cooler Evie: Vil Schoenheit The French Stalker: Rook Hunt The Apple with an Accent: Epel Felmier  

《✧》Ignihyde《✧》 The Gacha Gamer: Idia Shroud The Gacha Kid: Ortho Shroud

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Diasomnia✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ The Dragon Prince: Malleus Draconia The Actual Single Dad of 2: Lilia Vanrouge The 14th Century Prince: Silver The ‘Malleus can do no wrong’ defender: Sebek Zigvolt

!ALL CHARACTERS WILL BE AGED UP IN THIS FIC! (Because do you really wanna be married to a 16 year old boy for a month?) They’ll all be actual college ages MC is 20 in this book 1st Years are: 19 2nd Years are: 20 3rd Years are 21