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tarasmithshifts · 9 days

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𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐑 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐑. Almost 20 years! But time for me as a vampire is diffrent (i will explain that later lmao) 𝐀𝐆𝐄: as a vampire literally from 0-20 lmao 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: still single butttt we are close to something lmao

「 ✦ 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 ✦ 」

hello? how are we feeling? I AM SO BACK? i'm super happy tell what happened, but everything will go super fast until cullens and I will move to forks

sooo let's get starteeeeeeeed

「 ✦ before forks ✦ 」

𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 - 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼

1989 - i become a vampire

89-97 i learn how to live as one of the cullens

97-03 me and cullens live in mountains

2003 - we move to forks

1 9 8 9 - 2 0 0 3

so there is not much to write about, it was basically me learning and living in the mountains with the cullens. That’s when i decided to stay with the cullens as part of a family 🫶 we got to know each other etc. 😋

F O R K S

in 2003 we (finally) moved to forks! AND BEFORE WE MOVE ON:

I TOTALLY RECOMMEND SHIFTING TO TWILIGHT. THE VIBE IS E V E R Y T H I N G AND I WILL NOT DESCRIBE EVERYTHING HERE BC I JUST WANT YOU TO SHIFT THERE AND SEE YOURSELF LMAOOO

the cullens are sooooooooooo sweet and nice i'm literally DYING to see them again when i shift back there!

alice is the sweetest & nicest person on earth. i love her <3

when we moved in, of course me and edward, alice, jasper ,emmet and rosalie needs to go to school, and that's when it all starts!

— ୨୧₊˚ school

it's actually pretty good there - i kept myself with the cullens, we spent whooooole days with each other and it's honestly pretty funny watching everybody from this perspective. (bella moved to forks in 2005, and i will probably skip a lot of things that are not important lmaooo). in school i "met" some of bella's future friends, and i meaaaaaaaaaan they were not giving any good vibe y'know? I JUST DON'T LIKE THEM OKAYYY

alice and edward are literally the best people on earth. THEY HELPED ME SOOO MUCH. gosh. and carlisle and esme???? the cutest oh my goooood.

actually school is pretty fun. i love going to schools in my drs (like hogwarts etc.) it's pretty fun experience!

— ୨୧₊˚ before 2005

pretty much nothing happened before 2005

HAHAHAHAHAHA SIKEEEE

ladies and gentleman, please welcome raphael pelli. bro is MAJESTIC.

basically his father is from Italy and his mother is from US, they decided to stay in USA, they lived in New York, but decided to move to forks where his mom was growing up. AND THAT'S HOW WE MET Y'ALLLLLLLLL.

and when i tell you he just freaking appeared there. literally from nowhere (i did not script how we will met, just a little bit from his backstory, just wanted to play with it and see what will happen!!!)

so one day in 2004, around may i just walked to school, as usual with edward (we were literally spending much more time with each other by then, yk, because alice was with jasper, emmet was with rosalie, we didn't want to interrupt lmao) and we saw some boys gathering around someone, when we walked pass them, i saw freaking raphael pelli. like for a milisecond. BUT WHEN I TELLL YOUUUUUU

timothee was the greatest choice for face claim i ever made LMAO

that was the first time i saw him, later i did not see him much, sometimes our eyes crossed during lunch, but that's all. BUT

yup, there is a BUT

BUT

during one of history classes he rushed in late, apologised and after few seconds of thinking he sat next to me. DUDE

and also i forgot to tell you about on thing. ABOUT SMELL. you know, it's known that vampires smell blood and shit, but i decided to do something a little bit diffrent - scripted that i do not smell just "blood" in general. for example = bella smelled like vanilla mixed with a little bit of honey. you know what i mean? i think it's better than just "a smell of blood". so,

i scripted that raphael smelled like fresh flowers on a glade. and i just sat there, in history class, thinking about that goddamn flowers. AND AFTER THE LESSON ENDED HE TURNED TO ME.

i was like "oh shit" and he went "i'm raphael" and i was still like "oh shit" so i just said "tara." BUT WHEN I TELL YOU that when i shifted i started using vivienne instead of tara. idk why, but it is soooo pretty. so i just added "but i prefer vivienne" AND GOSH

he just asked some questions like "you are living with the cullens?" (yes) "so you are also cullen?" (yes indeed) "people are talking" (people are always talking) "would you like to do the history presentation with me?" (the history teacher always gave us presentations to do in pairs, but i have always done them alone) (i always do them alone) "oh sorry" and i was like shiiiiiiiiiiiiit i fucked up, so i tried in other way (people will think you are a freak) "'why?" (no one talks to the freaky cullens. we are weird) "oh." and we just stared at each other in silence it was sooooo awkward for a second, but THEN HE SAID "i don't think you are a freak"

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH SHFKWEHFIUHWRUFIRIUGHUG

BRO. DO NOT TALK TO ME RN. IT'S THE FIRST THING I WROTE HERE WHEN I WOKE UP FROM THIS SHIFT. IM THINKING ABOUT THIS 24/7 how should i move on.

so we talked on our way out to the parking lot (as it was the last class of that day) you know, just some silly stuff, i asked him where is he from, why his famly moved here, how he finds himself here, he asked about my life before the cullens and I moved to forks, so obv i lied that we lived in canada, but we decided to move here as carlisle received a job offer. when we were outside and i saw edward waiting for me i just said bye and left it was soooooo awkward he just said "see ya" and went to his car IM SOOO MAD AT MYSELF THAT I DID NOT TALK TO HIM MORE THEN GOSH I WASTED THE POTENCIAL

so when i got back to car and edward was just standing there and was like "what was that" and i went "what?" and he went "y'know what" and i was like "oh that. he started talking to me in class, so i didn't want to be mean and continued" and he went "sure" BRO. EDWARD. STOP IT.

i can confirm that edward was first shipper here LMAOOOO

spoiler: i did the presentation with raphael. and we actually became friends? i mean we talked a lot during our classes, sometimes after, it was greattttttt AND HE SAID HE LIKES ME? and i was like bro HOOOOOLD UP. hold onnnnnnn. he sometimes even WAITED FOR ME after some classes to go with me to the parking lot etc. GOSH

in the next school year i decided to talk to him moreeee i mean i waited for that moment for so long LIKE LET US BE TOGETHER ALREADY GOD LMAO

once i sat with him and him only during lunch break, of course after that i think rosalie told carlisle about this and carlisle maybe he wasn't mad, no, he was just overprotective and was telling me "you know it will not work like that" "be careful you are still very young" and iiiiiiiiiiiii knooooooooooooow.

but i didn't stop talking to raphael hell no LMAO

— ୨୧₊˚ 2005

in january bella moves to forks, and one day when i'm waiting for edward on a parking lot after lessons and he comes back, i caan see something in him yk??? like something changed??? so i asked him "what happened?" he didn't respond and just opened the car door. "you know i can go inside your mind without you knowing right?" i laughed, AND HE LOOKED AT ME LIKE I WAS CRAZY OR SOMETHING LMAO

so he just told me about bella, and that she is diffrent than others.

after that in the evening i decided to shift back <3

it was super fun i will probably do some other posts about the cullens, AN ABOUT SOME MORE SITUATIONS ABOUT RAPHAEL!!!!!!! AND ABOUT THE MURDER BEFORE BELLA MOVED TO FORKS!!!!!!!!!! i wanted to give you this as fast as possible so so that's why there is not much in here! but bare with me lmao!!!!

#reality shifting

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pieroulette · 10 months

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Hiiiiii!

AHHHHH I'm so ready for all the &team requests to come through!

So my first request is for our beautiful boy K. Can I please request a one-shot kinda vibe where he tries to teach you one of their choreos (whatever your favourite one is) and you struggle a bit but he is so patient with you? Like he reassures you and shows you again. Just a fluffy ending where you are just crazy in love ♡

Thank youuuuuu!

THAT'S MY GIRL ! | KOGA YUDAI (K) &TEAM

warning : a little suggestive ig but it's all fluff lol

wc : 1.2k

author's note : i srsly dunno what to name this oneshot but bc of my 'desperation' to name each oneshot for aesthetic purposes for the masterlist, so yea 🗿

A series of panting left your mouth as you tried to execute the dance part in Firework’s chorus, which was apparently Kei’s part and the choreo he contributed for it. Well, it’s safe to say that the jumping part itself was the hardest to execute as every time you tried to do it, your feet proceeded to betray you by pointing in the other way. Mind you, you haven’t even learn past the jumping part despite flawlessly learning the intro’s choreo.

It feels as if your earlier petty arrogance got in the back of your head, and causing you to eat your own words eventually.

A breath of giggle echoes right through your ear, one that drips in honey, one that you’re very well familiar of. “You can do it, babe.”

“Seriously, how did you even came up with this choreo?” gripping your knees as you panted hard, your heart skipped a thousand thumps against your ribs in a millisecond—threatening to fly out at any moment.

Kei hummed in response, his eyes darting around the space as he leaned against the large mirror. “Just something I think would fit the chorus a lot, plus it screams desperation so I thought why not.”

“Yeah right, so much desperation that I couldn’t even execute this damn jump.”

“I just showed you the execution about maybe.. A thousand times?” His doe eyes pierce right through your soul, holding traces of playfulness.

“Shut up.”

Another audible giggle squeezes it way out of his mouth, a slight smirk with traces of grin adorned his plump lips. “C’mon babe, don’t you think you can do better than this? I’m rooting for you.”

“Stop teasing me.”

“Teasing you is my daily pleasure.”

You scoffed in return, turning your head in the other side with your arms crossed. Your little action itself had Kei shaking his head in amusement, approaching you ever so fast despite the small amount of steps he took, something that you very well know obviously rooted from his humongous height. Damn dude, just what did his parents fed him?

His large palms flattened above your head, ruffling your hair in tender motion as he lowers his head to compensate for his height. “Look at me, love.” You pouted with another inner scoff, audible enough for him to hear. To your surprise, something poke against your cheek and you realise it was his index finger paired with his adorable features contorting in his familiar mischievousness. “Dinner, later. Your reward, if you can get past the choreo I made. Sounds good?”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion with your mouth protruding in a slight pout, “You sure?”

“Did I ever lie, though?”

“Last time you did, with that goddamn Yuma. Stealing my candy bars.”

“You’ve been eating way too much, that’s for your own good—” you tried to protest but he interrupted you quickly by leaning even closer to your face, his lips pulling up in a growing smirk. “Just listen to me, I’ve never failed to reward you anyways.”

That alone had your ears heating up, his choices of words held a thousand meanings in it yet his expression confirms which exactly he meant. Yet you held the need to question him or whatnot, pulling away in attempts to soothe your rampant heart. “Alright, alright.”

You mentally slap yourself in your imaginary space, that even though you’ve dated Kei for at least six months—his choices of words, the way his doe eyes softened at your appearance, his hands touching you in utmost tender way as if you were such a fragile thing paired with his ungodly vibes—still wreck your mind in numerous ways possible, just like when your eyes first laid on him back then.

“Let’s try again, I’ll show you one more time.” Kei pulls up a supportive grin despite his earlier mischievousness, opting to press the play button for the speaker, in which the nerve-wracking song you’ve heard a thousand times today bled out and consumed the entire dance room in it’s booming retro synth pop.

The impact of his foot landing on the dance floor paired with his fast execution had your mind boggled despite already seeing it for numerous times from the music shows, live performance, and dance practices. The way he pushed himself up with extra detail with those miniscule movements hidden in the edges of his form had you admiring just how dedicated he was in perfecting his craft. It had the deception of zero to no difficulty yet when you perform it yourself, it dawned on you and made you wonder just how many times did Kei practise this in order to show to his teammates and the choreographer.

Such little things had your heartstrings pulled even closer and tighter around his hands.

“Did you got it? You just have to push your foot and spring upwards, like running you know but in the air—” Kei repeated each miniscule section of the choreo in the best way possible, as slow as he can for you to understand. Despite his playfulness and jokes, he never actually pick on your dancing skills nor complain about how many times it had take for you, as if he was truly attentive in what to say and what not to say.

With full-blown determination paired with your fists tightening, the speaker returned back to a few seconds in the song before proceeding with the booming chorus.

“One, two, three—” your feet slided down the floor resulting in a squeak of your rubber shoes as you executed the jump, the vocals of Kei soon followed after Nicholas’ which had your heart churning of what if’s yet you pushed through, ending it with by brushing your hand against your neck and raising it up in the air.

A series of claps emitted after the chorus, turning it down a few volumes down for you to realise it was from Kei who was leaning against the wall with a proud smile on his lips, and his pretty eyes curling in crescents—his dark grey orbs exudes satisfaction and yet infatuation—all for you. “Now that’s my girl.”

‘My girl.’ that particular sentence rang in your mind akin to a church’s booming bell, one that resembles a silent vow engrained in the words—that you are his girl, his one and only. An emergency light rang inside you as a grin threatens to squeezes it was out of your lips, but eventually you gave it up, crossing your arms. “Of course, I do. Now where’s my reward?”

Your eyes softened as it lingered on the way his tender black strands bouncing on top of his fluttering eyelashes, the ever so proud grin never ceases to exists in the corners of his lips as the audible sound of his shoes approached you. Halting his steps after enclosing the distance between the two of you showcases his towering height in a stark contrast of yours, you look up to him with a sentence repeating in a traces of disbelief—the fact that this man was all yours had you melting like a butter at this point.

“Your reward,” His palms met the side of your cheeks, caressing it in a way that had you closing your eyes in order to sense it in your swelling heart. “Can wait later, what if I teach you another choreo?”

Your breath hitched down your throat and your mind immediately processed the information with a manifestation down the veins of your hands, launching midway in the air as you slammed it down his chest—causing him to yelp in slight pain.

“I’m done, look at me, I’m all drenched.” You scoffed, “Learn it by yourself, Koga Yudai! I want my food!”

Kei shakes his head in amusement, following after you by swinging his arms around your shoulder. “Alright, alright. Food is it, gonna treat you so well then.”

#&team #andteam #&team fluff #andteam fluff #andteam reactions #koga yudai #&team k #andteam k #andteam scenarios #&team scenarios #&team reactions #&team x reader #&team imagines

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angelic-guest · 2 years

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omg, dark, in the pool, he would look so good with his hair wet, and he'd be smirking, probably toss you into the pool and the kids would be like

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, you like dark!!!!!

-bee

Dark: "I am a villain. This is the most evil I can possibly manage."

Kids: "AWH, look at our two favorite camp counselors!"

Dark paused at all the cheering from the children he was watching. He just dumped you in a pool. Why are they cheering? When signing up for the job, Dark expected some whining and crying, like normal children but instead he got the sadistic ones.

However, that all changed when you resurfaced, now you were the one that looked like a sad little drenched cat. Unamused, glaring, all the works.

He almost wanted to use his teeth, so pointy, he’d been feeling a monster form lately. That would only fuel the kids even more and they could only have horror if they were to behave.

They were not behaving.

“Ooooooo look. Dark likes youuuuuu!” The giggles that crossed from the pool to where they were relaxing was like a chorus. Some cheering, some laughing and a lot singing.

“Dark and you sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

“Now children—” Dark started but never finished as you dragged him into the water. You smirk as you come up for a second time, now watching him give you a look.

“You’re not helping.” Dark scoffed and crossed his arms. Between the way his hair lies on his head and that threatening glare, you can’t decide what the best part is.

Dark smirked, “So it’s like that huh….? Hm?” He clicks his tongue and slowly begins to take off his shirt directly in your line of sight.

You could’ve died. Maybe even literally with the gaze so intense.

“Now you’re not helping.” You push against his chest as some form of defiance, but he only takes your hand in stride. Kissing it with those soft lips, a little bit of static present on the skin.

“What is that saying? Can’t beat them, join them?” Dark trailed his gaze over your face and back to your eyes, clearly amused.

“You know you’re giving them what they want.”

Dark hesitated before leaning in, “The best part is always the anticipation. The build up…however, they’ll never see it pay off.”

You raised an eyebrow at that. What the hell did that mean…?

Being dunked under water, and quickly let go is the winning answer. The kids all groan as he races away towards the end of the pool. He raises up and sits himself on the edge. Still dripping and slicks the hair away from his eyes, his chest on perfect display.

“Children, I think we will have a swimming lesson. I’ll stand from here while our lovely counselor guides you.”

That bastard.

Swimming lessons seemed to last a long longer than usual.

Kids placed their s’mores bet later when they returned from the impromptu lessons.

#bee!#angel council #angel inquiries #camp counselor au #darkiplier #dark x reader #darkiplier x reader #sfw #angel writes

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boo-moved · 7 months

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OUGH okay tav questions !!! 12, 17, 19, 21, 22 NO NEED TO ANSWER ALL OFTHEM IM JUST CURIOUSES

I WILL ANSWER ALL THESE YOU KIDDIN ME SDKLJFGHSKJDF

THANK YOUUUUUU

12. How does your Tav feel about Us? Did they free them, maim them or leave them behind?

They thought Us was a hallucination at first ngl, and freed them because they could. Then they met them again under Moonrise and was literally so hyped, they keep them like a cat now, much to everyone else’s chagrin.

17. Does your Tav’s starting armor reflect them? If not, what would they wear instead?

*Haarleps hahaha no instert here* Komi was taking a break from their shift at Sharess Caress', they would not be wearing that green atrocity. It'd be something loose with exposure to the chest, something like Minthara's pjs, but flowy and made of like a silky fabric. With like a harness beneath it ofc ofc. (Followed by companion reactions, Gale was a little unnerved.)

19. What’s your Tav’s personality like at the start of the game? Does it change as the game goes on?

Komi is and was emo af, but very much so softening and more trusting as time went on. At first they were almost never speaking, kinda going off on their own, forgetting they had people follow him around like ducklings. Also very heavily spaced out. But at the end he was more... there, soft smiles and big eyes.

21. Which companion do you get first? If you get Shadowheart first no matter what, who’s the second one?

Gale usually, I just like him, but lore wise Komi can kinda feel the magic tugging at them.

22. What is your Tav’s first impression of the other companions (Astarion, Gale, Karlach, Wyll …)

WOOO OKAY BIG ONE

So Lae'zel, they liked her, they kinda let her do what she wanted on the ship because they were still getting their bearings and what not, trying to find a time to slip away and explore. They also pressed a lot of buttons and getting Shart out was a complete accident (They were curious if it would gloop her.) After that, freeing her from the cage was an obvious choice to them, she had big sword and can fight good. They got along like a flame and oil, burning the other brighter.

Shart... They didn't mention the fact getting her out was an accident and kinda wanted to see if she would go gloopy. They were curious about the artifact but gave no shits otherwise. They acknowledged her cageyness, and saw a bit of themselves in it so they just shrugged and didn't ask.

GALE oh... oh Komi hated Gale. They didn't remember a lot (blame the concussion), but they do remember the feeling of a wizard, a tower, silence, hate. He recoiled as soon as Gale landed at their feet, body going into overdrive, breathing coming in quick bursts and magic tingling in their fingertips, ready to extinguish whomever it may be. It took Gale a few moments to realize this, he immediately jumped into warnings about not killing him, and tried to prove he meant no harm. safe to say Shadowheart was confused, trusting the drow's instinct. Eventually they put away their hatred and let him tag along, knowing a wizard may be useful, and it would be cruel to leave someone behind with a tadpole in their heads. (Also Gale promised to make the group food and they liked that idea.)

Astarion... this was interesting, because the two had met, but once again neither remembered. They knew he was about to try something and tried to fire off a cantrip, which led to the two on the ground tussling. Astarion had the upper hand with his body ass limbs and blade already out, ready to slice their throat while trying to question them. Komi then flipped the situation and pinned the vampire, eventually the two came to an understanding and started to travel together. Komi liked Astarion, liked his survival instincts.

WYLLLLLLL, so these two met when they were kids at the beach down by the lower city. Komi showed off some magic tricks and Wyll was enthralled. They didn't see one another again after that, and neither remembered the other. So this led to when they re-met, Komi immediately liked the man. His flair for the dramatic and treatment of others, they were curious about the whole being a warlock thing though, not wanting to push.

Karlach... They liked her heat, her energy, her lust for life. He understands well the need for getting that anger out and that sheer scream for freedom. They saw a kindred spirit in her, one that wasn't beaten down by her situation. They liked her.

Halsin - "Where'd the bear go." They kinda had an intrigue in him, liking his voice and everything. Beyond that, it was kinda spacey until they heard his story.

Jaheira was fun, they didn't like the vines, gave them a rash and made their scales itch. She was fun though, and full of life.

Minsc... Komi liked Boo a lot, Minsc came with it.

#asks #Komi

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onlyjaeyun · 6 months

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Honestly, I'm really excited for it as well. Like even though those of us that sent you ideas know what you are going for, it's still really interesting to see how you interpret it and apply it in relation to everything else in the story so far.

I know, like it was such a good deal, like I was ready to drop almost $400 buying them all. I got a notification that 6 of the Enhypen albums should be here tomorrow, the others will all ship soon, like I'll share my pulls, like I'm manifesting I get no repeats.

Also Euijoo, I fucking get it, like I took one look at &Team and was immediately like that one has my heart, like no one else got a try, since Euijoo just existing did it for me. Like my type is usually Scorpios, Hongjoong, Lee Know, Jake, I just gravitate towards the Scorpios, but like that Virgo got me, like immediately. I've watched some &Team stuff and he's just so soft spoken and everything, and I just love it. Like tbh out of all of 02 line I'm like sorry Jake I love you, but like Euijoo though. If you haven't watched them yet, I encourage you to watch Under the Skin the extended version, since you know connects &Team and Enhypen's lore, and Scent of You just because it's my favorite mv of theirs. They don't have many music videos so it's not hard to watch them all at once, Firework, Road Not Taken, Under The Skin, Scent of You, and War Cry are all their mvs. I would definitely encourage you to watch the War Cry MV Shoot sketch too since it's great, like Yuma and Harua are arguing most of it and it's adorable, and K being the main character and all.

Honestly, I love how receptive you are to anyone sending you ideas or thoughts, like I've seen so many writers that it's their writing and they don't want others sharing ideas with them. But like I love sharing them with you, since I know so many times it might be something you just didn't think of, or might be something you thought about but were not sure how to fully do it, so like sharing ideas can be so helpful. Honestly, the kitchen scene was my favorite idea of them, like I am a sucker for a soft little kitchen scene, like one character just clinging onto the other as the other tries to navigate around the kitchen doing stuff.

YESSS ITS THE BEST PART ABOUT INDULGING YOUR GUYS' IDEAS IN THESE !!!!! i always love seeing your reactions like i love it sm 🥺

i'm honestly so impressed by that deal bc if i got those here in germany i would have paid a good 300€+ and thats MAD crazy??? i really hope you get your bises bb cant wait for your haul 🤭🤭

BESTIE WHEN I TELL YOUUUUUU 😭😭😭 virgo men ALWAYS do it for me like im a scorpio/libra men lover through and through but when i see a virgo man i will lose my dignity and fall to my knees bc they're ALWAYSSSSS TOP TIER 🤕 i just know EJ's one of those and thats why i'm lowkey hesitant to start stanning bc i dont wanna neglect enha 😭😭😭 especially hearing lunes talk about andteam like that makes me so giggly and gets me so excited, can't wait to share my thoughts with you guys 🤗🩷

and i cant lie i do understand writers who don't want their readers to indulge like this bc we all have personal boundaries etc. and some just feel a little ? i cant remember the word in english rn but they just dont feel comfortable and thats 100% okay! i love it and love reading your guys' takes and thoughts on my smaus!🥺💞🩷

#; mailbox 📬#; strictly business

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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Hi I just wanna say I love ur incredibly talented sexy brain so much thank you for blessing us with your masterpieces 🥹. Stay slaying and healthy! I hope ur always happy and doing what you love MWAAHHH

ugh anon i love you for this 🥺 i have had some.... not so nice anon messages recently (pro tip: did you know you can block anons???) and i've still been a little 🥴 anytime i get a new ask notif rn. this was such a relief and so encouraging to see instead of a message telling me to k*ll myself lmfao. so thank you 🫠 i really appreciate you bb 💜

dumb trolls aside i'm doing really well 🥰 i took this week off writing completely to rest (might even do two weeks, idk) and i've just been reading, cooking, going to the movies (i saw decision to leave and it was EXCELLENT), and watching TV~ plus i think i'm gonna try to do a museum visit this weekend and spend some time outdoors as well! it's been a good brain break, i wrote a metric fuckton in october so taking a little time to recharge and do other things is much needed!!

i love youuuuuu 🥺 and anyone who has ever taken the time to read my stuff and say something nice about it. i can't overstate that it really means the world!!! i hope you're all out there taking care of yourselves and doing things you love as well! i have a lot of projects to jump into after my self-imposed break (as well as wrapping up LDOMLT - eek!!) and i'm very excited to share them with y'all 💜💜😘

#anonymous #mbox 📮#happy friday 💜

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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I’d just like to let you know for that “send in a color” thing, a little bit of each of them is true in the best possible way.

K bye love youuuuuu @corroded-hellfire

I love you more than Argyle loves pineapple on pizza. More than Henry Creel loves spiders. More than Steve loves his Farrah Fawcett hairspray.

#answered

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nadjaandlaszlo · 2 years

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ofmd lines I quote on the daily:

~~Edward Teach, born on a beach~~

my fucking resignation, you absolute TW A T.

you can stab me in the face now

THERE’S A SOCK ON THE DOOR.

I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!

check out this fabulous booty I’m hawkin’!

still here. morning.

thisisfartoofastthisisfartoofastthisisfartoofastthisisfartoofast—

FUCKING. NATURE. FUCK YOUUUUUU.

I would love to be stabbed by Jim

oooooh daddy… daddy…

don’t kill one another, you guys!

oh my god, this is happening.

a dollop of milk and seven sugars :)

man for sale! someone buy my booty!

Cats are terrifying, everyone knows that… because they’re witches and they’ve got knives in their feet.

hanging on. by a thread. hanging on. then it goes - shouldn’t let go, if I let go, all will fall. fingers bleeding. down to the bone now. can’t let go. nothing makes sense. hold on. hold on. hold. on.

I’m not a F U C K I N G mermaid

now that’s a fuckery :)

Coming, Nana! I’m coming for some cake!

m’NOses!

ohhh, the light-skins >:(

some of us are trying to BASK in MOON-GLOW.

sorry… pissed on your boots.

I’m in the blanket fort. the door’s the blue cushion.

DO THE WOODEN BOY VOICE

you’re very cool. and you wear leather. so you might not understand this.

I’m no prostitute, mate!

I’m gonna go mug a guy for a dinghy :D

look at that… you wear fine things well.

have you ever been sketched? ;)

you mean curl up into a ball and die..?

oh hello, I’m a little wooden boy and me- me legs are sticks

Izzy. They’ve Got A Bird Guy.

just put some fucking imagination into it, man.

you don’t belong in doggy heaven :’(

#look idk if these are word for word but i cba to check #anyway enjoy #if i think of more I’ll add more #ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #ed teach #ofmd blackbeard #buttons ofmd #lucius spriggs #izzy hands #oluwande boodhari #wee john feeney #frenchie ofmd #jim jimenez #calico jack ofmd #spanish jackie

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lifewithdavefarts · 3 years

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DaveFarts - Episode 1 “FartsApp” [Episode List] Since he’s a gassy nerd, Dave teases his friend Tim via WhatsApp by sending him a series of short videos of him farting.

FartsApp

Being gay with a fart fetish is really hard sometimes.

For me at least.

While the world is definitely getting more open-minded about homosexuality, I can’t really force it to accept this weird fetish (to be honest, all fetishes are kinda treated like taboos, regardless of the sexuality involved). I had to settle for YouTube videos or websites devoted to this whole fart-sniffing thing; not that I’m complaining: it was good to discover that so many people actually had this fetish.

Cue Dave. Well, sort of, actually. He doesn’t have a fart fetish and he’s not even gay. Dave has been my best friend since forever. Unlike me, however, he’s straight and is currently dating some (lucky) girl.

Around my age, he’s like a brother to me, and we’re actually well-known because of how much time we always spend with each other.

Dave is a great guy, a great friend, very open-minded and, dare to say it, actually quite hot.

Not surprisingly, being the brother I never had, he’s the first friend I came out to, the only one who knows about my homosexuality. Actually, it’s not like I told him… he found out on his own, in the worst possible way (for me).

During one of our nerdy game-nights, being “that one gassy friend”, Dave started to rip -as usual- tons of farts, fueled by some junk food, until he ripped one directly in my face (and boy it was amazing…). Everything went downhill from there… kinda. For some reason or another… he just accepted all at once not only my homosexuality, but also the fact that I found face-farting… hot. He just laughed about it and honestly gave me some encouraging words about my peculiar situation, proving that he’s indeed the best friend ever. Oh… and he also literally farted for me after that, in my face, letting me sniff and enjoy his amazing rips; he can also fart on command apparently: got a taste of his talent that same night.

That one, surreal night.

I still can’t believe it happened.

Felt like a confused dream. Like one of those nights where you drink too much so you don’t clearly remember what happened. But it was all true.

Dave, my best friend, was perfectly fine with me, my fetish, and all this weird stuff.

Yes: I know how lucky I am.

It’s been 4 months since he found out.

And, believe it or not, I’m getting face-farted so often that I’m almost forgetting how beautiful it feels.

Seriously: Dave simply accepted it like I’m living in someone’s crazy fetish dream and, when we’re alone, he just casually farts in my face (without me asking for it). Not always, but very often.

Surprisingly enough, despite the fact that my nose spends a lot of time brushing against his denim-covered butt, our friendship didn’t change at all though: we still hang out with the rest of our friends and generally spend a lot of time together.

Sometimes I’m so in disbelief about how easy-going he’s been with me, that I randomly ask him “You sure you’re OK with… this?” (I say, gesturing all of me), but he just smiles or rolls his eyes annoyed, tired of hearing the same question over and over again. What can I say? He’s perfectly comfortable with his own sexuality I guess, so he doesn’t have any problem with my fetish.

Sometimes though -sorry I say this- I kinda wish he did…

No, I’m definitely not complaining. That’s the best possible scenario for me, but sometimes he can get a bit too… inopportune. Dave is not really a prankster, but he loves teasing his friends, just for fun, including me.

I was in the middle of an important exam once, one of these pop-quiz thingies that make zero sense, and I felt my phone vibrate. I checked my FB private messages and all I saw was this YouTube link sent by Dave. Since I’m a fool apparently, I clicked on it, and one of those popular YouTube fart videos popped up and played, one with really loud farts. The first fart actually echoed in the room and other students glared at me: never felt so embarrassed (not including the night Dave found out about my fetish).

“Dude! Stop sending me this stuff!” I texted him. “I’m in the middle of an exam here!”

I scolded him for this, but the truth is that I couldn’t ask for a friend more open-minded than him.

The fact that he teases him with fart videos like he teases our heterosexual friends with those “shock” porn pics made me feel more… accepted.

But still… I was in the middle of an important exam so he had to stop.

And he obviously didn’t.

He sent me like 10 other links, just to annoy the sh%t out of me.

I mocked him by texting something like “Those videos are quite hard to find. Guess you’re gay too then!” but he would reply with “I had a great teacher!” and send me one of my awkward photos from Facebook.

Other times, since our friendship didn’t change a bit, he even made random references to my homosexuality or even my fart fetish when messaging me to make plans for the night (especially during the weekend). This mostly happens on WhatsApp:

Dave: “Dude, you have to come with us. Stop being a whiny little bi*ch and get up from that couch!”

Tim: “Sorry, man. I don’t think I’ll be joining you tonight…”

Dave: “You know what? If you don’t come with us… you’re gay!”

Dave: “Sorry, I mean… if you don’t come with us, you’re a fuc*ing heterosexual!

Dave: "U ride pussy, don’t you? Fuc*ing straight people!”

He was obviously being sarcastic, but I just loved how he adapted his… uhm… “humor” to my situation.

One time, however, things got a bit… hotter for me…

Dave: “Dude, come over. We have a lot to study…”

Tim: “Sorry, really can’t today. Aren’t you with Dana right now anyway?”

Dave: “I need somebody to focus with, not focus on. You know me and Dana always end up in bed after like 20 minutes.”

Dave: “It’s awesome but this stuff ain’t gonna study itself…”

Yep. Dave and his girlfriend Dana apparently had a very active sex life.

Glad he was getting laid. And Dana was pretty cool to be honest.

Tim: “Dave, sorry. Maybe tomorrow, k?”

Dave: “Dude! Come on! I’m farting like crazy today!”

Did… did he just try to “bribe” me using his farting abilities?

Dave: “Seriously. I just ripped one that was like 10 seconds long. What a waste of farts!”

Tim: “Dave… are you crazy?”

Took a couple of minutes to reply to that one, and then I got two messages at once.

Dave: “Oh yessss, Tim, crazy for youuuuuu!” he wrote, with a heart emoticon at the end (again, he’s a sassy bi*ch as usual).

I then saw that WhatsApp was loading a video sent by him, an actual video, not a link.

It was Dave, a smirk drawn on his face while staring at the camera. He was wearing a simple black shirt. The view soon moved and I saw his slightly sagging-butt in jeans sitting on a wooden chair, and then heard this big fart echoing in his living room (he was alone), rumbling loudly and hard on the wooden surface. He even turned the camera to his face while he was forcing the “classic”-sounding fart out, making funny facial expressions; indeed, the fart lasted almost 10 seconds, and I obviously loved that: biggest farts I’ve ever heard from him in awhile! It was like watching those funny fartvines on… well… Vine, but having my best friend as the funny/hot farter this time.

Dave: “Hope that convinced you…” he then texted.

I was kinda… “offended” by that last message.

I mean, yeah, I seriously wanted to be there, but I always love spending time with Dave, farts or not (that’s why we’ve been friends since… forever).

Tim: “Are you seriously using farts to buy my friendship? It’s not like I don’t want to study with you. I just can’t today!”

Was that too harsh? Should I have added a smiley face at the end?

Only thing I was sure of, is that I never thought that a sentence like that would even make sense someday.

And I was still bewildered by how Dave was so comfortable with the fact that I loved farts.

Tim: “You don’t need farts to convince me, Dave. More like… you’re making me suffer!” I joked, finally breaking the ice myself with a reference to my embarrassing fetish, proving that I indeed wanted to be there with him, enjoying those farts.

Another couple of minutes passed.

Was he making another…?

Dave: “I know you’re suffering, Tim. Don’t worry. That’s why I’m sending you this.”

Oh boy, another video. Should I play it? Was he aware that I was getting a boner from all of this?

I literally pitched a tent in my pants.

There… it’s Dave again, this time sitting on the couch. The video started with his face winking at the camera with a sly smile; the camera then moved between his legs and slowly panned towards his butt in loose jeans (he probably put his legs on the small table in front of his couch, to make his butt more visible). Now I had a rather unique (and hot -for me) view of both his butt (and part of his crotch) in jeans and his face. He grinned wildly and the fart began, ripped right in front of the phone. The sound and the views were perfect; Dave moved the camera towards his butt as the fart kept going strong, sounding like a deep trumpet; I could see the detailed blue fabric of his jeans as the funny sounds continued. What a lucky phone!

It lasted around 8 seconds and it was simply the hotness.

The video ended with Dave laughing at the camera and all went pitch black.

Tim: “You’re insane, Dave!” I joked again, enjoying how crazy he was about this. And for me I guess.

But I had to tell him.

Tim: “Dave, you do know that all of this gave me a… well…”

But as I was halfheartedly writing the second part of the message, Dave wrote more stuff.

Dave: “Then go beat your meat! I can’t do everything for you, Tim.”

Dave: “And please don’t act like this is some kind of big deal…

Dave: "Wow, Tim got a boner! How impressive!”

Dave: “Let’s all bow to Tim, the mighty guy whose penis can turn bigger!”

Dave: “Behold, the Great Tim! The guy who once had a boner and had to tell everyone!”

Further proof that Dave was being the best friend ever.

He was clearly being sarcastic; he was joking. That was his way of telling me “Nah bro, it’s all good”. And I was kinda surprised that he was so… chill about this stuff. I literally had a boner because of him and he just… didn’t care. As I said, he’s very open minded and perfectly comfortable with his own sexuality, so he didn’t have the irrational fear of “turning gay” when doing this stuff with and for me. I also appreciated that he trusted me with those funny, but otherwise embarrassing videos.

After one or two minutes, I’ve received one big audio file and I just knew what I was going to get when I clicked the triangular-shaped button to play them.

I heard Dave singing my name like he was some kind of serial killer trying to find me.

Dave: “Tim… come here…”

I then heard a series of muffled noises, as if the camera was being put under something, and it was clear what: I in fact then heard the loud, audio-glitching sound of one big fart that lasted around four seconds.

Dave: “He’s waiting for you…” he sung again in that creepy tone of voice.

Another fart, just as big as the first one.

He was on fire that day!

Now I was both laughing like an idiot and having the biggest boner.

Tim: “Dude, you’re on fire! But… to be honest, that was kinda gay…” I chuckled.

Dave: “Says the guy who gets a boner when he hears a fart. You fuc*ing hypocrite.”

He then sent yet another audio file, with him singing that meme-song “I’m gay, gay, gay, I love long big c*cks”, but slightly changing the lyrics. He even put a karaoke version of it on his computer while recording the audio file.

Dave: “You are gay, gay gay, you love long big farts. ‘cuz you’re supah-super gay, and you love big…”

Fittingly enough, a huge fart from my best friend took over the last part of the song. Loud as usual, sounding like a deep chainsaw. I could just imagine how beautiful that was. But the best part was probably the fact that he was definitely farting for me. I know, not your usual “hot sexy” scenario… more like a “sweet” one, in a very twisted way of course.

I wasn’t obviously offended by that “gay song”, since I knew that Dave was just being silly as usual and his mocking words were definitely not mean-spirited.

Tim: “Aren’t you supposed to be studying right now?” I asked.

Dave: “I don’t know, aren’t you supposed to be here right now?”

Tim: “Dude, seriously. Thank you! But I’m serious… I really can’t today.”

Dave: “Alright… alright… cya tonight faggot…” he wrote, with a heart-shaped emoticon at the end.

I just rolled my eyes and chuckled a bit, then drove my attention to my own books.

This was going to be a long afternoon. But after only one minute of silence, my phone vibrated wildly: it was Dave and he was calling me. Very unusual in that moment.

“Uhm… Dave? Hello?” I picked up.

I was greeted by a series of “Dude, sorry!” and I was really confused.

“Dave… what?”

It was just Dave being adorkable I guess.

“Dude, sorry about that 'faggot'… that was bit too much, sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

I laughed in disbelief. “Bro, it’s OK. I’m not offended. I know you didn’t want to insult me or anything…”

“No, Tim. That one word is not a joke and I shouldn’t have used it, sorry.”

I was just… wow. Dave went from “dominant friendly farter” to “adorable/awkward confused puppy” in mere seconds. Further proof that I was the luckiest guy alive (fetish or not): Dave cared so much for me that he even apologized for the “f-word”, which admittedly is a very bad word for a guy like me. But this time it was coming from Dave, my best friend, a guy who cares so much about me that he would even “censor” his language just to avoid unfortunate implications.

Ironically enough, the roles were switched, and he was the one saying a rapid-fire series of “sorry!” this time.

“Dave, quit with the apologizing. You’re the best.” I chuckled. “We’re bros, that’s what we do: we insult each other!”

“Alright… you sure? Not going to use that word ever again though.”

“Dave… it’s OK. You’re the best.”

“OK… OK. See you tonight. Take care.”

And he hang up.

He just wanted to make sure that he didn’t accidentally offend me by calling me a “fag”.

I would have been, if it wasn’t coming from Dave.

But then again, he also said that he was going to kick in the face whoever dared to insult me.

And he said that before he found out the truth about me: he’s always been quite protective.

“Oh come on!” I shouted, almost annoyed, merely five minutes later, when I heard the phone vibrate one more time.

It was Dave. Again.

He sent another video.

I tried to scoff at it but I was obviously loving all of this instead.

He was lying on the couch, the camera focusing on his butt in jeans. I could see both his face and butt, at the same time. It was like he filmed the video imagining my POV when he farted in my face, and I absolutely enjoyed that.

“Alright, Tim… Sorry for calling you a faggot.” he spoke in a “comically” serious voice. He truly was “sorry”, but it was clear that he was trying not to laugh. “I’m really, really sorry, believe me.”

Keeping a straight face, he ripped an incredibly loud, deep fart at the camera. He didn’t bat an eye, blink or smile. He eventually lost it towards the end of that 6-seconds long blast. He chuckled a bit and then turned “serious” again.

“That was a sad fart… we’re both sorry.”

He then closed his eyes and made a funny face, signing in relief as he ripped another long fart, the lucky camera slowly panning towards the seams and textures of the blue denim covering his powerful sagging butt. It lasted almost 10 seconds: truly a fart master. And those weren’t even on command!

“Oh my…” I whispered, staring in awe at the amazing video.

“This one was on the house…” he chuckled, right before turning the phone to his butt one last time and ripping a short series of toots, grinning wildly, clearly forcing those smaller farts out just for me. And that was it.

My boner was definitely wet now as bits of that well-known white substance poured from the tip of of my “standing” dick, slightly dampening my boxers and pants. It was like a volcano going to explode. A volcano that, just like me, couldn’t take it anymore. I rushed to the bathroom and furiously beat my meat, almost strangling my rock-hard penis with a firm grip. I didn’t last much: I literally peed sperm, thinking of Dave’s farts. The best part is that I didn’t need to imagine anything: it was all real. I laughed in relief just as I felt my penis deflating like a balloon, after it vomited its white substance. It felt good, not “masturbation good”, like “life is good”. And it was.

My best friend, Dave, was this fantastic guy who, in his own, twisted way, was taking care of me, accepting me, making me comfortable with my fart fetish. A gassy, open-minded, mildly disgusting “bro” who only wanted to preserve our friendship.

And I couldn’t be happier.

End of Episode 1

#fart story #eproctophilia #fartkink #davefarts2 #gayfart #malefarts

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sergeantsporks · 3 years

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Do You Want the Knife You Left in My Back, or Can I Keep It?

Rating: Teen and up, Gen

An injured Hunter wanders into Hexside. What was Luz supposed to do, just let him bleed out on the floor?

Ch 4/5: Rescue

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

Ao3

Hunter sat down with a whump at the base of a tree, huffing and shivering. He looked back at the owl house. Maybe he should have told the owl lady what had happened to her apprentice.

No. No, then she would just be angry at him, and would kick him out—or she’d trade him in a heartbeat to get Luz back. He had to get Luz back before Kikimora sent her demands to Eda instead.

Maybe they could have... worked to rescue her together? Maybe Eda wouldn’t have sold him out, maybe she would have helped.

Who was he kidding, who wouldn’t trade him in a heartbeat for Luz? On the one hand, cheerful, friendly human who could do magic! On the other hand, broken, powerless witch with an annoying voice.

Not that it mattered. Luz wouldn’t want him around after this—the best he could do was rescue her, and then hope he could make it back to the coven on his own, and pray that Belos would be angrier at Kikimora than him.

He could—he could do this.

Ugh.

Maybe.

Hunter leaned against the tree, trying to summon the willpower to get up and keep going. But it was quiet, and he was dizzy and cold, and his back was screaming at him to stop, and he just wanted to go back to sleep where it was warm. He twisted his arm around, gritting his teeth as his back protested, and felt under his shirt for the bandages, hissing when the touch made the pain in his back flare up.

His fingers came back red.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hunter was relatively certain that was very bad. His head thudded back into the tree.

Stupid.

What was he supposed to do?!

“Where is he?” Kikimora’s voice came through the trees, “I really thought that would work!”

Hunter froze. Don’t find me, don’t find me, don’t find me—

Her little footsteps pattered nearby—on the other side of the tree he was on. Hunter shifted slightly, and a branch from the tree pressed right between his shoulder blades, right in the wound. Hunter bit on his hand to keep from screaming as the world blacked out.

But when he woke up again, Kikimora was gone.

This was his chance.

Hunter used the tree to haul himself up, his world still spinning. He stumbled towards where Kikimora had come from to see Luz, still tied up. She gasped when she saw him.

“You came?! You really came?!”

“Yyyyyeah. Lemme just…” Relief conquered his adrenaline high, and he nearly blacked out again, but he managed to untie her. “Kay… I guess… run?”

Luz blinked at him. “You—you really came for her. You’d abandon your mission to help her? Betray the emperor?”

Hunter blinked back spots from his eyes, pressing his arms to his stomach. Wow—okay—this was—that adrenaline had really been—

“Uhhh—yeah—I’ll capture you later—‘s not a big—” he blinked again. “Did youuuuuu just refer… third person?”

She blinked again, but her eyelids blinked sideways instead of up and down.

Hunter managed to haul himself up again, the ground seeming to tilt and sway beneath him. “K—we gotta—we gotta go—”

Luz caught him as he fell, but then she wasn’t Luz anymore, she was some kind of snake creature. She snapped her fingers, and the ropes that had been tying her floated up yanked around him. Hunter arched his back, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood as they pressed against the stab wound. He flew backwards into a tree, and he could just see, through blurry vision, the snake creature slithering towards him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I really am—but this is the only way out for me.”

Xxx

Luz tore through the trees, her heart thudding in her chest. “Hunter!” she called, “Hunter, answer me if you can hear me! Are you okay?!”

She heard a weak cry for help, and raced towards it. “Hunter! Ohmygosh, you scared the living daylights… out… of… me…”

She skidded to a stop as she emerged in a small clearing. Kikimora was waiting, Hunter tied up in a limp, unconscious pile behind her. Next to Kikimora was… also Hunter. But as she watched, he shifted and changed.

A basilisk.

None of that explained why Kikimora had managed to get him out of the house—unless the basilisk had turned into Emperor Belos, she supposed.

“I told you I’d get him,” Kikimora purred.

Luz pulled out a set of glyphs. “Let him go. Now.”

Kikimora snapped her fingers, and Hunter floated up, her magic dumping him in an unceremonious heap on the floor. “Oh, no, human, I hold the cards now. You set down those glyphs, or… well, his death won’t be pleasant.”

Luz bit her lip, looking down at Hunter—if she could keep Kikimora from killing him just long enough for her friends to come back…

“Promise you won’t hurt him if I drop the glyphs?”

Kikimora pulled him up by the hair, pressing the claws of her other hand to his throat. “No, but I promise that I will hurt him if you don’t.”

Hunter was still limp in her grasp, and a wave of worry swept over Luz—he hadn’t reacted at all. “I want proof you haven’t killed him already.”

Kikimora shook him. “Wake up!”

His eyes opened just a crack, and then closed again. Kikimora tossed him back to the ground, putting one foot right over where his stab wound was. “There. He’s still alive. Now. Put the glyphs down before. I. Change. That.” She ground her foot down with each word, and Luz dropped the glyphs as Hunter howled in pain, breaking off into a heartbreaking whimper.

“Okay, okay, just… leave him alone! Please!”

Kikimora removed her foot. “Let’s see… I will take you to Belos. Alive. And you will agree that you were the one to hurt him—this worked out better than I could have hoped. I never thought you’d actually take the brat in! Yes, you will tell the emperor that you attacked him. And if you ever recant your story—well, Hunter has to sleep sometime. He has to eat. There are a thousand ways that someone—perhaps one of your friends—could assassinate him.”

There was a rustle in the trees behind Kikimora, and a feather floated down. Right. Showtime.

Luz glared at Kikimora. “This won’t work. Hunter will just tell everyone what happened, and your lie will fall flat.”

A satisfied little smile played across Kikimora’s lips. “Oh, I don’t think so. All I have to do is threaten the reverse—he agrees with me or you meet an unfortunate end.”

Luz snorted. “That’ll never work—he wouldn’t do that for me.”

“You’d be surprised.”

Luz shrugged. “Eh. I can think of another reason it won’t work.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

Luz grinned. “You won’t even make it back to the keep.”

Eda leapt from the trees with an unholy shriek, tackling Kikimora. The little demon drew a magic circle, but Eda kicked her away before she could finish it.

“Don’t. Threaten. My. Kid.” Eda growled, snatching Kikimora in her talons. “Let’s go for a little flight, shall we?”

Luz ducked past the fighting pair, kneeling next to Hunter. Blood was soaking through his shirt, and her hands fluttered around the wound uselessly. “Okay, okay, okay, this is fine.” She pulled up the shirt and undid the bandages. The stitches had ripped out, and the wound was angry, swollen, red.

And bleeding a lot.

“Hunter why?!” she demanded frantically, wadding up her cloak and pressing it to the wound, “Why would you run off?!”

His eyes opened just a crack, glazed over from pain and fever. “… you’re not a snake,” he murmured, then yelped as she pressed harder on the wound

“Oh, thank you, very helpful, that certainly explains everything.”

He whimpered, giving her big, hurt eyes.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you bleed out! Wait, why am I apologizing for that? Okay, okay—what did the healing professor say, what… Okay, let’s see, take the swelling down—”

Luz slapped an ice glyph on the ground, trying to make an ice block.

The magic didn’t come, and Luz felt her limbs grow weak. She whirled around to see the basilisk, staring at her with wide eyes. “I can’t let you go.”

Luz held her hands up. “I know what you’ve been through,” she said quietly, “I know Emperor Belos has hurt you. Has hurt your kin. Hunted you down. But you don’t have to do this. If you make Hunter go back, if you take me back, we are both dead. Is that really something you want?”

“You have no idea what I went through!” they scream-hissed.

“I do—I really do. I met one of your own, number five. She got away, she’s living away, she’s okay. She’s making her own choices, her own life. You can do the same. Please—please, let me take care of him. Don’t let Belos and Kikimora hurt someone else.”

The basilisk stared at her for a long minute.

Then they turned and slithered away.

Luz breathed a sigh of relief, turning back to Hunter. “Okay, okay, okay, we need to get you somewhere safe.”

She tried to haul him up, but he went completely deadweight on her with a whimper. “Oh—Hey! I know it hurts, but you gotta stick with me, okay, you gotta hold on.”

He shook his head with a whine, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Hunter, please! Work with me, I can’t carry you!”

“Need a lift?”

Puddles touched down next to her, Viney, Gus, and Willow waving from the top. Puddles squawked and nuzzled Hunter. “I can’t get him up,” Luz called, “He’s in really bad shape, Viney!”

Viney slid off of her griffin, opening a pouch strapped to Puddle’s side. She tossed a mini stretcher to the ground, and it grew to full size, with ropes on the ends. “I’ve got you covered.”

Luz laid Hunter down on the stretcher, sitting down next to him. “I am the worst caretaker ever,” she groaned.

“No, he’s just the worst patient!” Gus called down as Puddles grabbed the ends of the ropes and lifted off. They soared over the trees, back towards the owl house. Eda banked up next to them.

“Miss stab-happy is re-thinking her life at the top of a very tall tree. How are we looking?”

Luz squeezed Hunter’s hand. “Not great,” she said softly, “Eda, what if—”

“Luz. He’s going to be okay. Okay?”

Luz took a deep breath. “Okay.” She shook her head at Hunter. “What did she say to you to get you to come out of the house?”

He didn’t respond, and they touched down at the door. Hooty snaked around Puddles. “WHOA! That was WEIRD!”

“Good to have you back, Hooty,” Eda said tiredly, touching down, “Now give us space.” She carried Hunter inside, laying him out on the floor. “Alright, healing girl. Do your thing.”

Viney pulled out the knife that Kikimora had used to stab Hunter. “Okay, I’ve been taking a better look at this thing, asking my teachers questions about it, and I think I can put a better fix on this. Heal most of the internal damage—”

“I thought you already did that!”

“No, I put a patch on them—I stopped the problem from getting worse, sort of froze its ability to tear any further, re-routed any essential functions to undamaged parts of the body so that he could heal. But I think now—I can finish off the healing, find a workaround to the curse on the knife. It’ll fix the nerve pathways, anyway, and seal up some of the holes further in.” She gestured to the bloody mess that was his back. “There’s a tradeoff, though—I’m going to have to shift nerves and cells from another part of his back to fix the damage. Basically, I’m going to shift the damage from his internal organs and spinal cord to his outer muscles and skin, and there I can easily use stitches to fix the tear damage so that he can heal naturally. The wounds won’t be life-threatening anymore. If I can spread the damage far enough, it’ll just be a matter of stitching the initial cut, and the rest will be like naturally torn muscles.”

“Huh?”

“He’ll be really sore and have a nasty cut on his back,” Viney simplified, “But I mean really sore, Luz, like, he won’t be able to move at all for several days.”

“Oh, good,” Eda commented, “maybe that way he won’t run away.”

“I’ve got it,” Luz promised, “I’ll help him with everything he needs. Promise.”

“You’ll need to make sure the cut stays clean, or it’ll get infected. I’ll leave disinfectant behind. Be careful, it stings. As for the fever… well, once I shift the damage, it won’t be fun, but it won’t kill him either.”

“Okay. Okay, do it.

Viney took in a deep breath. “Okay, there goes nothing!” she drew a circle over Hunter’s back, and the stab wound shimmered and glowed. Pulsing, glowing golden lines spread out, and the wound slowly started to heal, at least not deep anymore. Viney grinned. “Yessssss! Alright, Luz, Gus, Willow, scram, you don’t want to watch the stitches.”

Luz let out a shaky breath as Eda steered her towards the kitchen. “We almost lost him,” she said quietly.

“Almost,” Eda emphasized, “But we didn’t. And that’s what matters.” She sighed. “Look. If you… need any help. If you need a break from him, or you’re just too tired to take care of him. I… can step in.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah. Really. I have to admit, he’s starting to grow on me.”

“He was unconscious all day, Eda.”

“Exactly.”

Ch 5

#toh #the owl house #toh hunter #luz noceda #edalyn the owl lady #toh viney #toh fanfiction #my writing

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m0nster-and-skeleton-gloves · 2 years

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I have a document called "things I'd text them if I didn't think it would be annoying" and I think that's equal parts funny and sad.

and a lot of the things are so stupid and random too fhaksjdfhskdfj.

"some dumbass threw a sock and it hit me in the head. a sock, what the hell. of all things."

"I LOVE YOUUUUUU I made pizza rolls and thought of you because you like pizza rolls. they're so much better in the air fryer."

"I should make you pizza rolls"

"when we get a house together can we have a cute little tea set? AND HAVE LITTLE TEA PARTIES IN A BLANKET FORT???? pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"

"my 13 stuffed animals all say hello. so do my 5 not-stuffed animals."

"not my entire bus being ablest"

"I got a new scented candle"

"I just drove to the fucking b a n k and I feel like an adult. ew. but the bank guy was really nice. he said he's 'the Spider Man of Bank Of America'"

"do you think I'd look good in a blue tie?"

and just random shit like that hajdfhskdjfsdf. it kinda made me happy reading through it. we're in sort of an eh spot but things will be alright

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dandelion-san · 2 years

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My brother is so useless ajsjskwjd like I wish he was the one afflicted with First Generation Eldest Child syndrome, or at least help me out a little with our parents’ issues, even if only by emotional validation instead of being all like, “K”. Fuck you, fuck youuuUUU AHHHHHHHHH

#personal #screaming into the void

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aceofspadegrass · 3 years

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Soft niragi hours drunk texting gf.

GO!

(please, and thank you)

Characters: Niragi Suguru, his girlfriend

Genre: Fluff. Niragi's drunk off his ham.

1.2k words

It’s going to be in the POV of the girlfriend, which is a first for me, since I usually drift towards using the actual characters more. Still don't have a name for her, so it's just... never mentioned once.

Also, we’re going off the basis that phones do work in the Borderlands, but the only numbers that work are within the Beach members because somehow they’re just like that sometimes.

Be notified that there is the barest mention of just sex but it's so briefly glossed over that it's unimportant. Also, mentions of being drunk. Obviously.

Also I am gonna base drunk texting on A) how I imagine soft Niragi would text like, and B) Drunk texts I am reading online. Hope you don’t mind.

Oh, and I was this close to making Niragi’s nickname on the texting section Calf. You know, because baby giraffe.

The phone sits peacefully on the benchtop as she stirs together leftovers in the pan, wondering where her boyfriend has been. It’s been a while since he left to hang out with the other militants down at the bar, and she came down to the kitchen to make herself dinner. It sucked that she couldn’t have dinner with her beloved, but sometimes things kept them apart and they had to do things on their own. Still, she couldn’t wait to give him all the cuddles when he got back to their room, as well as give him smooches before bedtime.

She pauses her stirring for a second as she hears her phone cheerfully chime with a notification, pulling the pan off the heat as she checks.

Nini: honyyyyyyyyyyyy hiiiiiiiiiiiii mis yiu ;(

She giggles, her lips curling in amusement at the obvious state her boyfriend was in.

Kitten: hi niragi you good?

Nini: i miss youuuuuu

Nini: wannna

Nini: wanna hug you and kisss youu

Nini: wAnt to touch

Kitten: awwwww you miss me that badly? i love you too

Nini: ❤️❤️❤️

Kitten: ❤️❤️❤️ you too!!!

Nini: nuh uh love you more ❤️

Nini: love you soooooo muuuhchh wanan

Nini: can we buy a babyy

That earns a loud snort from her. That was quite a conversation switch. She was lucky nobody was in the kitchen with her. She glances at her leftovers, and slides them back onto the heat to finish cooking. She could watch both. Maybe.

Ah, she was probably gonna burn them. She could still try to multitask.

Kitten: what do we need a baby for?

Nini: so i can hold

Nini: both

Nini: babaabbabya

Nini: i wanna name it belc

Kitten: belc?

Nini: heah

Nini: best bame for best baby

Kitten: haha okay

Kitten: i would love to raise a family with you

Kitten: be the most kickass family of all!!!!!

Nini: yeahhhhhh

Nini: gonna be so strong!!!!!!!

Nini: hey hey hey hey

Kitten: yes?

Nini: imma win this bet watch me

Kitten: okay! you can do it niragi!

There was nothing, leaving her to be able to focus on her food, which somehow hasn’t burnt, and she plates it and heads outside to the tables to eat. Her phone pings with a new text as she sits down and begins to eat.

Nini: i wondid you se did youseee

Kitten: of course! you did it!

Nini: yeha!!!!!!!

Nini: im the greatest person

Kitten: yes you are

Kitten: do you want me to come grab you later so we can cuddle?

Nini: you read my mindd!

Nini: of course i do kitten please i want your cuddledse

Kitten: just let me eat first okay?

Nini: okay take care love you!!!

Kitten: <3

Nini: <333

Kitten: <3333333333

She smiles as she sends that last heart to Niragi, and goes back to eating her food, hurrying just a little more. She couldn’t wait to be with Niragi, even if he was drunk off his mind. Maybe she could get him some water to ease him, and then head down to the infirmary to grab him some hangover pills. She would hate it if he woke up with a headache, it sounded terrible.

She doesn’t even clean up as she shovels the last bit of food into her mouth, getting up and speed walking towards the bar, pulling out her trusted kitty headband from a special pouch she kept on her and putting it on her head to make her search decades easier. It was full of people partying and drinking their cares away in alcohol, and a few mating rituals here and there. She ignores it though, heading over to a rather secluded VIP area near the back of the bar. A few militants were there, some who greet her with a casual wave.

She doesn’t really manage a greeting back as a blur of black pounces on her, the smell of alcohol hitting her nostrils. Niragi giggles happily as he squeezes her, rubbing his face against her, making her laugh.

“ You came~” Niragi purrs happily into her crook of her neck. She cards her fingers through his hair, which was still greasy from the amount of whatever he slapped in there that morning. She lightly tsked at that. She needed to give it a proper cleanse one of these days. Niragi would probably love having the softest hair imaginable than whatever the hell this was.

“ Of course I did! I wouldn’t have left you alone to be drunk on your own!” She gently pushes him away so she could reach his face, kissing his nose, Niragi grinning dopily at that. “ Ready to head back?” “ Fuck yeah I do~ Cuddles with my girlfriend are the best! Hey everyone! Look at my girlfriend!” He shouts out to the entirety of the world that resided there, pulling her close to him. A few just look to them and take a silent acknowledgement, others clapping for him with several different emotions attached. She giggles and wraps her arms around the back of his neck, resting against him.

“ Okay you dork, come on. The longer we stand here, the less we have to- Eep!” She yelps as Niragi scoops her up and starts fucking running, laughing all the while.

“ I wanna cuddle now! Time’s wasting!” She laughs, holding onto him as he runs in his clear drunk state, somehow managing to get quite far. That is, until he trips on literal air and they go flying, landing on the ground. She grunts, her butt taking most of the brunt, Niragi not that far and on the ground face down. He rolls over with a drunken giggle before she could ask if he was alright, grinning at the ceiling.

“ Oopsie.” Niragi slurs quietly, and she comes over, brushing away hair that fell in front of his face. “ No problem! Come on, we’re so close. We can walk normally! Don’t worry, I have my trusty headband on, so we will get there instantly!” Niragi’s eyes brighten despite how far away they were, and his lips curl even higher.

“ Then what are we- We waiting for! Come on!” He tries to get up, stumbling a bit. She giggles and grabs her boyfriend’s hands, carefully pulling him up. She keeps one in her hand as they walk hand and hand down the hall, heading up to their room for much needed cuddles.

“ When we finish cuddling, you’re gonna drink some water so it doesn’t hurt as badly, okay sweetie? Then I can grab you some pills for the morning.”

Niragi hums with his smile still plastered on his face, squeezing her hand a little. “ You’re- You’re soooo good to me. You’re fucking great~” “ So are you! Now come on, it’s about time!” She opens the door, pulling her boyfriend in. Niragi loudly cheers, making her laugh even more.

Man, she loved this sweet man so much.

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #niragi suguru #soft niragi hours #this is oddly wholesome and sweet #soft niragi: head empty want girlfriend #who knows that he wanted her to look at so badly but he won :D #i was thiiiiiis close to putting Calf instead of Nini #nini is such a basic nickname to put but i had zero other ideas #ended up longer than i imagined who da thunk #ask

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choisanbooty-uwu · 4 years

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Party - San x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut/Vanilla/Passionate

A/N: I decided for my first smut on tumblr I’d make it simple. It might be boring but eh again it’s a starter lmao. Dm me with requests :)

It was a casual Sunday afternoon- the day you decided on going to a party with your friend Ji-ae. She wanted to get it on with the colleges most known band Ateez’s, Song Mingi.

“C’monnnnn please y/n! I beg of youuuuuu!” Ji-ae exclaims. She had been bugging you for this for a week now. A week ago was when Mingi personally invited her to go. After all, it was Ateez’s party. Mingi had told her that she could bring me, also apparently requested by another member. Who? I have no clue. I mean what’s the worse that could happen?

“Fineeee,” you finally said. Ji-ae hugged you in extreme excitement.

“Oh y/n, thank you thank you ThAnK yOu t h a n k y o u THANK YOU!” I shrug her off me laughing.

“Well, It’s gonna start in like, 4 hours and you always take forever to get ready for occasions so shoo, go get ready.”

“Otayyyy,” she says yeeting herself off me. She showers first then me. Walking out of the bathroom in a fluffy rainbow leopard print bath robe, I walk into my room. I open my closet to look through the assorted dresses there are. I pick a cute little black dress, that has a zipper on the back, and strip of mesh flower patterns right on the curve area. It’s a short sleeved, tank topped actually, for the top design. It hugs my small but curvy figure in a comfortable way. I slip on some fishnets and heeled boots. Now for the makeup and hair. for makeup I do a Brown smokey eye, and black matte lipstick. My contour is on point, and my highlight is subtle yet very out there. I put my hair in cute space buns with the slightest curls dangling from in front of my ears. I run a glitter substance down my hair line and call it a look.

I walk out of my room in time for Ji-ae to walk out of hers. Our dorm is your not so everyday looking dorm. It’s very rich looking, elegant really. Ji-ae is wearing a galaxy print long dress with spaghetti straps and enough cleavage showing to drive a man to want to see more. Her hair is down and curled at the ends, gorgeous really, and her makeup is subtle, just eyeliner and lashes. A rose gold highlight is swiped over her cheeks, and a pretty lilac tint on her lips.

“Oh Ji-ae, Mingi is gonna go absolutely crazy over you tonight,” I exclaim.

“And so isn’t-” Ji-ae starts to say bu then shuts her mouth. “I mean- so isn’t everyone else,” She nervously chuckles out.

“Omigod, Ji-ae you know who requested me there!” I laugh out in realization.

“Yeahhhh, but I can’t tell yuh,” she says winking. You tap her arm in a ‘how could you’ way, and you both exit your dorm laughing. You both get into your navy blue- almost black Fiat 500, and go to the so said address.

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You and Ji-ae walk into the large house, and walk through the way too exposed bodies of females and smug looked men.

“Mingi said the 8 of them are in the living room on a dark green large ass couch,” Ji-ae says. “He also said you are to sit next to San and Yeosang, and I across from you next to Mingi and Hongjoong.” I nod and look for the so said couch. It’s hard to see through the crowd, let alone hear my own fucking thoughts through the booming kpop music which is their own content. Currently, Answer is playing. Finally after intense looking, I spot the green couch, and the 8 of them there with the spots for them open.

“There,” I say to Ji-ae, tapping her shoulder and pointing at the boys. We walk over to them and just looking at who I’m supposed to sit next to makes my heart drop in a matter of seconds. I mean, all of the men are drop dead gorgeous, but the one known as San is just- woooo, hot. “Bruhhh San is hot-” I say to Ji-ae as we slowly make our way over.

She giggles then looks at me with a smug look. “Good, cause he’s the one who wanted you to come.” With that comment my face instantly goes beat ass red. She only laughs at my reaction, then looks at the men. “Hello boysss, great party,” she yells plopping her ass next to Mingi, and sitting in a way that her teasing cleavage is in his direction. I slowly make my way to sit next to San, sitting a little too formally for a event like this. I’m sitting straight up and have my hands in my lap. I can see San glance at me from the corner of my eye, and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks even more.

“No need to be so formal, y/n,” Hongjoong giggles out. “Please, make yourself at home here.” Hongjoong is the leader of the group, so of course he’s the one to help comfort me.

“Oh she’s always like this at first,” Ji-ae laughs out. “She just needs to get used to her surroundings.”

“Can I get you a drink? Help sooth you down?” Wooyoung offers.

“U-uhm, sure. Something subtle tho, I’m driving us home tonight,” I say. I mutter a thanks as he passes by.

“So, Ji-ae,” San starts then looks at me, and says “Y/n.. what are your guy’s majors?”

“Oooo I have a accounting major,” Ji-ae chirps. Mingi looks at her and smiles. You can tell the man has a thing for her with the way he looks over at her and wraps his arm around her side.

“Uhm I have a English major,” I say rubbing the back of my neck.” Wooyoung comes back and hands me my drink. I take a sip and am surprised by the taste. It’s sweet, yet fruity, and definitely subtle. He hands San a water, Hongjoong a beer, and Seonghwa a vodka with lime.

“It’s called a Love Potion Vodka Cocktail,” Wooyoung says. I sit back and take another sip.

“Y/n, just sit back and drink, Mingi and Hongjoong already said we can stay the night, drink as much as you want,” Ji-ae says. I nod and take another sip. Conversation continues, and after another 3 of those drinks, I have a warm feeling, and am clearly buzzed. Illusion starts playing, and Ji-ae jumps up in excitement. “Y/N LET’S DANCE!” I take the last sip of my drink and stand up. Her and I jump around and sing/shout along to the lyrics. Hongjoong, Mingi, Yunho, and Jongho get up too joining in. Nearing the end of the song you look towards San, to see him looking at you admirably. You’re too buzzed to even be shy anymore, so you walk towards him and extend your hand out to help him up.

“C’mon, dance with us!” you yell so he can hear you. He laughs and takes your hand. You jump around and make as much contact with the man as possible. The song ends and you all sit back down. You see Ji-ae and Mingi starting to make-out on the couch and you wonder what balls it takes to be able to start something. And just like that, San snakes his arm around you and places his hand on your hip, pulling you towards him a bit. You nuzzle your head into his neck and enjoy the calm sounds of With You playing. Yeosang and Yunho already went somewhere else with these two women that were wearing extremely skimpy cloths.

Ji-ae and Mingi got up and went upstairs to do god only knows what.

“So, I heard you were the one that requested for me to come?” You say looking up at San, your faces too close, but you didn’t care. You enjoyed the feeling of his cool breath against your face.

“You weren’t supposed to know,” he said chuckling and throwing his head back in embarrassment as his cheeks grew a bit rosy. Although it was a cute thing for him to do, you couldn’t help but look at how his neck tensed and his collar bone flexed as he did so which was so hot that it sent tingles all around your body ending down at your core. You wanted to kiss up his neck, and surprisingly this wasn’t the alcohol speaking. He looked back at you smirking. “But yes, it was me.”

“Why?” You ask, placing your hand on his chest and leaning into him even more, and slinging your leg over his slightly. He took your action by surprise, and blushed a bit more.

“Uh, well, I fancy you,” he says sliding his hand up your calf and stopping it at mid thigh. His slowness was enough to make more tingles happen but slightly more fierce. You rub your thumb against his right collar bone, and you ask why again. “You’re beautiful, and kind, and Ji-ae has talked about you a lot and abut how kind and smart you are, how much of a powerful woman you can be, how you’re independent, and just everything I’ve heard and saw tonight, I’m completely infatuated with. How about you? Got your eyes on anyone?”

You chuckle and blush. “When I walked into the room, I saw a attractive young man, that I instantly got butterflies over and said it to Ji-ae, and she told me that that person had actually requested my appearance,” you say smiling at him. “And, when I sat next to him, I got even more shy than I normally get especially when the whole time I could feel his eyes on me. And now I’m trying to make the boldest decision on making move that if there wasn’t alcohol in my system, I wouldn’t be able to do.” You slide your hand up his neck and lay it at rest against his cheek, and glance at his lips then back at his eyes with a calm passionate look, mirrored back from him.

“You’re doing thing’s to that person,” he says pulling his face slightly closer, His breath more prominent against your lips.

“Oh? What ever could you mean?” You chuckle.

“Why don’t I show you?” You nod, and get off him. He gets up, along with you and takes your hand, leading up the stairs to a room that says ‘San’ in hangul on the door. You stop for a minute, letting go of his hand to trace the symbols.

“Childish,” You say looking at him, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s adorable.” He chuckles and signals you to come closer. You close the door, and walk over to him. Standing between his legs, he puts his hands on your hips, dragging them up and down your curves, and placing a kiss against your tum. You giggle.

He then stands up towering over you dragging his his hands up from your curves, and up your arms, leaving one to wrest at your shoulder, the other on your cheek. “You’re beautiful,” He says, bringing his face closer to yours.

“Hah, not even close, you say, bringing yours closer as well, almost close enough to touch.

“Lies, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” and with that, he finally places a peck against your lips, pulling away slightly to see your reaction, and to his surprise you leaned in for more. He pulls your body even closer to his, making you feel every inch of clothed muscle on him. His hands undo your space buns and entangle their selves in your beautiful locks, deepening the kiss, causing tingle after tingle. He lifts you up and places you on the bed, putting a thigh between your legs. He kissed down your neck, sucking and leaving dark marks that would most certainly be hard to hide the following day. He pushes his knee up into your dripping core, and groans. “Hmm, so wet for me already princess”

He unzips your dress dragging off your body, along with your fishnets and boots. To his liking, you’re not wearing a bra. He gropes at your breasts as he takes one into his mouth. You can’t help yourself but moan out in surprise. But who cares how loud you are? The music is already loud enough to confine your noises. He smirks and gently nips onto your bud with his teeth causing you to hiss in pain, but the pain was good. God- was it good. He gave the same treatment to the other side then kissed his way down your stomach to the hem of your panties. He looked up at you as he brought his face closer to your heat.

“Look at me baby,” he mutters against you, the feeling of his breath against it exciting you even more. You obey and look at him. He gives you that hard lustful look and smirks, and within seconds he licks up your clothed heat. You moan and throw your head back. “Ah-ah-ah, eyes on me gorgeous.”

You return your look to him, propping yourself up on your elbows. He drags your panties down and off of you with his teeth, and without haste, returns his lips to your slick covered core. More moans slip from your lips uncontrollably a he continues to lick and slip his tongue into you, while occasionally sucking on your clit. He sticks a digit in, which soon turns into 3, and he has you going crazy.

“S-San...” you moan out. He looks up at you, still eating you out.

“Hmm?” He says against you, the vibrations causing immense pleasure.

“San... P-please... I need you..” You moan out. He lift his head, wiping spit and your slick from his chin. He takes his shirt off and unbuttons his pants.

“Need me where, Princess” he asks you.

“In me,” You whimper out. He slides his pants and boxers down, his hard member whipping up to life, hitting his stomach, as he then towers over you leading his tip up to your entrance.

“With pleasure,” he says, slowly sliding it in, as deep as he can. You moan loudly at the sudden feeling of being stretched. Without warning, he starts thrusting in and out of you, gradually getting faster. He wraps a hand around your throat and leans forward whispering little dirty sayings into your ears.

“God you’re so tight” “Like my hand around your pretty little neck?” “You feel so good” “Fuck” “You’re so beautiful”

“S-San, hngg, h-harder,” You shout in pleasure. He does as you wish and hits you g-spot repetitively. “O-oh yes, r-right there!” You scream, feeling your release coming. You can tell San himself is close aswell, for you can feel him twitching inside. In a mature of a few more thrusts you tighten around him as your orgasms hits, sending him into over drive, and pulling out to cum on your stomach.

He plops down beside you, both breathing heavily.

“I don’t know if this is the right time to ask,” San starts to ask. You look over at him, and smile. “B-but will you go out with me?” he asks. You cup his cheek with your hand and kiss him.

“Yes, of course,” You say. You clean up his release off yourself and snuggle up to him, and the two of you fall asleep.

~ E n d ~

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