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corrodedbisexual · 2 days

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@waning-croissant well... I had to.

"Nope. Outside of D&D, I am no hero," Eddie talks as he keeps walking, a step ahead of Steve. "I see danger and I just turn heel and run. Or at least that's what I've learned about myself this week."

Eddie's not even sure what he's saying anymore, he just knows that if he doesn't keep talking over the nightmarish ambience of this hellscape, he might actually go insane. Hearing his own voice, he can at least pretend like he's just narrating a game, and the rest is his overactive imagination. Not that he actually believes that, of course, it's just... irrationally comforting.

"Give yourself a break, man."

Steve reaches for him, but Eddie's body reacts on autopilot to an unexpected touch, practically slapping the boy's arm away. He's on a roll here, words still spilling right over the all-too-late pang of regret in his chest. It would have been nice to experience, that pat on the chest or squeeze on the shoulder, whatever Steve was going for, if it weren't for Eddie's perpetual skittishness.

"See? The only reason—"

"Did you hear what I said?"

"—I came in here was 'cause—"

"Eddie!"

Eddie's head snaps to Steve as he cuts off the rest of his semi-planned speech, which was suddenly inspired by the sight of Nancy Wheeler ahead of them. If he was the cowardly bard in the story, the least he could be useful for is cheer on the real hero of it. Give the courageous bat-biting paladin the motivation to keep fighting.

"Huh?"

"Do you ever stop running your mouth and listen?" Steve's brows are furrowed, but his tone isn't mean, and there's an amused smile playing on his lips. "You're almost worse than Dustin, Jesus Christ."

Eddie opens his mouth, lets his jaw hang for a second, and closes it again with a click of the teeth, as he processes the words he would have perceived as an insult, had he not been piecing together what the kid meant to Steve for the past several days. It was a bit of a revelation that their relationship ran far deeper than just some giant one-sided platonic crush on Dustin's part, like Eddie had mistakenly assumed throughout most of this year.

Steve takes a small step closer, the first one to invade Eddie's personal space for once, after Eddie's been doing it for the better part of their walk together. Unconsciously, like his body just decided that being tucked into Steve meant safety from the bloodthirsty bats, and the creepy vines, and that Vecna guy they could run into any minute.

"We all ran, all four of us. Just now, when we saw that giant swarm of bats in the distance, remember?" Steve speaks softly, waving his arm vaguely in the direction behind them. "Because sometimes, running and surviving is the only thing you can do."

Eddie doesn't know what to say to that. He just focuses on looking at the boy's eyes, like a normal person, and trying not stare at his lips moving. But then, when he pauses, Steve's eyes flicker down, and... huh. Huh. Wait, what?

"Of course you've been running. You couldn't have fought Vecna when he took Chrissy. Or Carver's crazy mob, or the entire police force of Hawkins," Steve keeps talking intently, looking into Eddie's eyes again like his gaze never wavered south. "Any more than we could fight that whole swarm. Because we'd definitely be dead now if we tried, no matter how metal you think I am," he adds with a tiny smug smile that's entirely Eddie's fault. "So there's a difference between being a coward, and acting stupid and reckless."

Steve pats his shoulder twice, then turns and keeps walking, and Eddie moves to follow him like on a tether, before his flustered brain even catches up.

"H-hey, I never said you were metal! I said what you did with that bat was metal," he grumbles, thankful for the darkness concealing his undoubtedly flushed face.

"I beg to differ," Steve turns around to tease, grinning, and pointedly tugs on his own collar. "You're the resident metalhead, and I'm wearing your vest, that does make me at least a little bit metal."

Yeah, thanks for the reminder, Harrington. Eddie's not sure what possessed him to throw that thing at the boy. At the time, he only thought of how he wouldn't survive the whole ordeal of Steve's hairy tits on display for much longer, but him in Eddie's clothes? Even worse.

"Fine," Eddie rolls his eyes and shoves his hands into his pockets, catching up to Steve in three quick strides. "Only a little bit though." He sneaks a glance at the boy; Steve's not looking back, once again on guard, surveying their surroundings with his flashlight, but the pleased smile makes its way to his face regardless.

"Doesn't matter why you jumped after us, Munson, you're here now. And don't try to act all modest when you've just saved a guy's ass. Which, by the way..." Steve turns his head to Eddie again. "Nice job with that oar. Too bad you hate jocks, you'd have made a fine hitter on the school baseball team."

Eddie gasps and grips his own chest in mock offense, even as warmth spreads up his neck and pools in the tips of his ears, thankfully hidden beneath his hair.

"How dare you, with these vile insinuations."

"I'm just saying," Steve shakes his head, laughing. "You're pretty... bat-ass, too, Eddie." He glances over again with a shit-eating grin. "Get it? Bat-ass?"

"Oh no, Steve Harrington is actually a dork with terrible puns," Eddie mumbles to himself and sighs, rolling his eyes up to the dark sky.

"Shut the fuck up, my puns are amazing." Steve elbows him in the ribs and chuckles. "You know what, I'm starting to understand why Henderson was obsessed with getting us to hang out."

What is that supposed to mean?

"He... he was?" Eddie gapes.

Another earthquake saves him from the mortifying ordeal of re-assessing the whole Munson doctrine, for the hundredth time this week. And as they hurry along to catch up with the girls, and Steve's hand grips his bicep whenever he falls behind, Eddie wonders if maybe he should just set fire to the doctrine and let it turn to ash.

#steddie #steddie fic #misha-bawlins fanfic

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ruescreams · 1 day

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⌗ ᴍʀ. ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ғɪɴᴇ ...

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɢᴏᴊᴏ sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴍᴅɴɪ. 𝟷𝟾+ ᴏɴʟʏ.

Satoru always offers to message your boobs after hearing you whining bout how sore they get. Starts off being real innocent; he just wants to help after all, his long fingers slowly rubbing against your pillowy flesh.

“Ugh-”

“You okay sweets?”

“Um-hum just sensitive...”

He tries to hide his growing hard on, not wanting to make this about himself, but you already noticed, the familiar hungry gleam in his eyes, the way he gulps nervously when you run your fingers against his undercut.

“Don't-”

“Don't, what?” You giggle, batting your eyelashes innocently.

He smirks, “Tease me-” leaning in and giving a little kiss to the left side of your boobs, as his fingers work over the right side, trying to be as gentle as he can be. You're in pain already; he doesn't want to add to it.

“But you're so cuteee.”

“Cute huh?” wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud, he suckles softly, pulling away seconds after you let out a little moan.

Pouting, you shoot him a look, “Now who's being a tease?” digging your fingers into his neck, you smile sweetly, something that always got him riled up; it was his sensitive spot after all.

“You-little-” he hisses, “that's it, no more Mr. Nice Guy.”

Oh, you were in trouble. “Toru-” you didn't manage to make out the rest of what you planned to say before his lips were on yours.

His hand moves down, his fingers pulling off the flimsy piece of fabric covering your soaking pussy.

“Would ya look at that?” raising up the fabric, he takes a whiff of it, “fuck - so wet - bet I could've made ya cum without even trying.”

“Toru!” Now he was just being mean, knowing how desperate you were, and still teasing.

“Hmm- my sweet little angel baby whore?” he coos, still holding on to your panties, no doubt planning on stealing them, so typical.

“You-you-ahhhh” you squeal, at his next move.

He wasn't even trying, barely having lined up his cock with your pussy before sliding home into your dripping hole.

“You were saying?” he mumbles, holding on to your hips to angle his trusts.

“I'm g-gonna kill you-mhhh” you moaned, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him harder against yourself.

Anyone could kill him now; his infinity was down, and he was too muddle-headed to care about anything other than the feeling of how hard you were squeezing him, trying to milk him for all he was worth. This was probably your favorite part about fucking Satoru, just knowing how he'd willingly let down all his guards for you.

“Heard that one before sweets,” he groaned, biting into your neck, “Why don't ya at least cream all over your husband's cock before thinking about murdering him- fuck- lemme die a happy man-”

“you-not-”

He wasn't your husband. He was Gojo Satoru, the strongest, always so smug, Mr. “Always Wins,” and a million other things, but he most definitely wasn't your husband.

“I could be-”

He's gotta be joking. “Satoru-” his name, comes out a mixture of moan and plea, you couldn't think about anything now not when you were so close to...

“Cum for me, angel-fuck, make a mess on your husband - can't fill you up unless you do - ”

His words send you over the edge, a small sob falling from your lips, as you try to pull him impossibly closer than before. You can hear him muttering something along the lines of, “I love you - love you - fuck - marry me -” before his hips start to stutter, a groan leaving him as he finally stills, painting your insides white with his hot load.

You must've been hallucinating. No way, he'd just dropped the “marry me” bomb on you while fucking you like a man on a mission.

“Marry me?”

Shit. He said it. Again.

“Satoru, you can't be-”

“I mean it,” his eyes locked onto yours firmly, “and you can't say no.”

If this was all an elaborate prank to break your heart, you couldn't tell, not from his facial expressions anyway. He looked dead serious.

Damn him and his pretty eyes, blue eyes, and his perfect hair, “I can't?” you wonder out loud, trying to figure out what Mr. Gojo “ I'm Perfectly fine” Satoru was high on.

“Nope! I'll tie ya up to our bed and, uh- never let you leave, and I'll always be with you. We'll have a couple mini us running around in no time! I can get ya a dog? Nah! Those are too needy; maybe a cat-”

You weren't sure what made you finally say “yes!” Maybe it was the way he looked so excited to have you marry him, having planned everything - hell, maybe it was the promise of a new cat. Whatever it was, that night you ended up with a shiny new diamond ring on your finger and a very, very clingy fiancé.

ʟɪᴋᴇs, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ♡

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴄʀᴀsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʙʏ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ. ʟᴇssᴏɴ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴄs ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏɴ 💀 ᴡᴀs ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sʜᴏʀᴛ? ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀs sʜᴜғғʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ sᴡɪғᴛ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ, sᴏᴏᴏᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ... ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏʏʏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ... ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ <𝟹𝟹𝟹

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navia3000 · 2 days

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i m i s s y o u , i ’ m s o r r y

Includes : Aaron Hotchner

Genre : Angst?

Warnings : Mentions of hospitals, stitches, bombs, injuries, naked people, cursing, not proof read

Based on : I Miss You, I’m Sorry by Gracie Abrams

Part one Part two

Her head was pounding as though she had woken up with a nasty hangover -wait, no, that’s not it. Her head was pounding as if she was hit by a truck, curb stomped, and then beat repeatedly with a bat. Yes, that’s a better description.

Hushed voices come into focus. Her eyes are closed shut. Her throat is parched. Her body hurts all over. Why does her body hurt? Why can’t she remember anything that happened the day before?

She tries to remember. She remembers arguing with Spencer, no, Morgan. She argued with Morgan. She left. She got to the house, then… Nothing. Everything goes black after that.

Her ears try to make out what the voices are saying and who they belong to. Has she been kidnapped by one of the unsubs? No, that’s not possible. She attempts to ground herself. She’s on a bed, she hears beeping, and it is freezing cold. She must be in a hospital.

She pries her eyes open, her vision clearing after a few seconds. Sure enough, she’s in a hospital. She sees Hotch and Emily standing at the door of her bed, speaking in hushed tones with the doctor. She tried to make out the words coming out of Hotch’s mouth, “how… doctor… concussion… bomb…” Bomb.

Upon hearing that word, panic struck her. She began hyperventilating, rushing to pull the needles out of her hand, alerting the doctor and Hotch and Emily of her state of consciousness. They rushed to her, spoke to her, tried to calm her down, but she couldn’t hear them. All she could think of was the bomb she now remembered.

Suddenly, two hands grabbed her face, two brown eyes coming into view. His soft voice calmed her. His gentle touch soothed her shaking body. Her hearing came back, “it’s okay. You’re safe now.” He repeated those words over and over until her breathing regulated.

Exhaustion hit her like a ton of flying bricks, the doctor telling Hotch to give her some space so she could rest. Her eyes closed again.

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The next time she awoke, nobody was in the room with her. It was dark out, and the lights were off, so, she assumed it was well past midnight. Her head hurt less than before, but her body was still sore. She took the time to examine the bruises and stitches and gashes that littered her body under her hospital gown. How she survived, she didn’t know.

A knock at the door startled her. Hotch stood leaning against the doorframe, coffee cup in hand. “Hi,” he gave her a smile. He sat on the chair next to her bed, facing her directly.

Her throat was dry and scratchy, and he seemingly knew this, offering her a glass of cold water. A few minutes went by before she spoke, “what happened?”

She watched as Hotch took a sharp breath. “We got a call that a federal agent had been injured in a bombing. When we got there, the house was practically gone, and you were lying a couple feet away from it. You’re lucky you left the house when you did, but, you still got pretty hurt. You have a concussion, one broken rib, and a bruised lung.” He examined her as she took in all this information.

“How long has it been?”

“What do you mean?”

“How long was I out for?”

“It’s been three days,” his words made the situation start to sink in. Tears sprung to her eyes as she thought about how she almost died. She should’ve been more careful. “God, Y/N, what were you thinking?” It was as if a switch was flipped in him, his usual calm demeanor being replaced by one of sadness and despair. “Why would you go over there by yourself? You should’ve told one of us, or one of your teammates.”

She became angry upon hearing him scold her. “I didn’t have much choice, Hotch. It’s not like I could’ve gone to any of you guys. You hate me, all of you hate me.” He shook his head.

“The team doesn’t hate you.”

“Really? Cause it sure feels like you do. I know I made some mistakes, damn it, but, I’ve tried to apologize, I’ve tried to fix it and you won’t let me!” Her head pounded as she yelled at Hotch, but the emotions took over her.

“They don’t hate you, they are just hurt because of you leaving. They all sat outside in that waiting room while you were in surgery begging God for you to be okay. Morgan and Spencer refused to leave until I ordered them to go get some rest. They have been beating themselves up for everything that’s happened. Morgan blames himself. That’s not hatred, that’s love. And yes, they were wrong for how they treated you, Y/N, but you left a whole in the team after you left that we haven’t been able to fill. They loved you, still love you.” She was speechless. For a while she didn’t know what to say, it was all too much for her.

“What about you?” She whispered, “do you hate me?”

His voice broke as he said, “no. I don’t hate you.”

They spent the rest of the night in silence.

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She was released from the hospital after a week. The team had come by to see her, apologies on hand and relationships mending. Hotch didn’t want her to be alone, insisting on taking her home and making sure she was alright.

So, now she is stuck in her apartment with Hotch. Not awkward at all.

“Alright, make yourself comfortable if you’d like. I’m going to go shower,” she began walking towards her bathroom, limping throughout most of it until Hotch’s words stopped her in her tracks.

“I’ll help you.”

She thought he must be joking. “What?”

“You can barely walk, I don’t see how you’d be able to get into the shower.” So, he’s serious. When they dated, they never got to the point of seeing each other naked, and the image of him helping her take her clothes off made her blush.

“Where are you going?” She asked as he shook off his suit jacket and walked towards her room.

“To draw you a bath.” He came back a few minutes later, and basically manhandled her, lifting her arm onto his shoulders and allowing her to use him as a crutch. They made it to her bathroom, where she was shocked to find the bath running, epsom salt in the water, and a lit candle. She knew he was drawing her a bath, she just didn’t know he would put in the extra effort to make it more comfortable for her.

He slowly turned her around, silently signaling for her to lift up her arms. At her hesitance, he assured her, “I’m not going to look. I just want to help you.” She silently lifted her arms as much as she could without pulling her stitches, and he made work of taking her shirt off. His touch was gentle as he took off her clothes, as though he was afraid of her breaking from the mere pressure of his fingers. He stuck to his promise, his eyes never drifting anywhere she didn’t want them drifting to. She had to admit, she felt something during that moment. She couldn’t put a name onto what she felt, but the concern in his eyes and the strain in his brow did something to her.

Once he was done, he helped her into the bath. She expected him to leave after that, but he leaned against the counter facing the door, letting her take her time.

After a while, she couldn’t help herself but ask, “why are you doing this, Aaron?” She never used his first name, however, it felt right at that moment.

He didn’t answer at first. In fact, she thought he was going to ignore her or pretend he didn’t know what she meant, but, she knows better than that; she knows Hotch better than that.

“I’m doing this because I care about you.” He finally met her eye. “And because I feel guilty.” This confused her.

“Why? Guilty about what?”

“About everything. About how I ended things with you, and how I was the one who drove you to leave the team.” She was about to speak, but he cut her off, “I don’t regret going back to Haley.” His statement made her break eye contact, the mention of how he left her for someone else bringing the hurt back up. “I don’t regret it because I was able to live with Jack, and see him often. I didn’t have to share him. But, I will admit, what me and Haley once had, died. Even when we got back together, it wasn’t the same. We loved each other, but we weren’t in love. She knew it, and she also knew I was in love with someone else.” Oh my God, she thought. She didn’t know what to say, what to feel, what to think, she didn’t know anything. Her heart was racing, her lungs constricting, her throat bobbing, her hands shaking, and it’s all too much, everything is too much, he is too much. “I was in love with you, Y/N. And I need you to know that.”

All her feelings came rushing back, all her emotions breaking out of their cage and rushing to take over. All she could say was, “You were in love with me?” Her eyes pleaded with him.

“I still am.” And it was as though a bomb went off all over again.

#aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds masterlist

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silvermarley · 2 days

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aged up ofc, can i ask for genya slapping ass?

Fs!

-Okay, so right off the bat let me tell you this man is the type of guy to like everything on his partner

-But once he catches a glimpse of how your ass moves as you walk, he’s addicted

-He CANNOT keep his hands off of it for long

-It’s only a matter of time before he wonders what it would look like with his handprint

-Which leads us to now

-You were bent over, trying to look for something that you dropped

-Genya found you doing so and couldn’t help but observe the view of you like that

-His hand tingled with temptation, a need to see what it would feel like and look like

-You failed to hear him and you only noticed he was behind you when his hand slapped your ass

-You let out a yelp as you whipped around to look at him

-He let out a small groan at seeing the new red print on it

-You couldn’t deny you liked it, not with the faint blush on your cheeks

-It was better than he thought and now he wants to see it more and more

-Normally, he would be incredibly embarrassed and flustered considering he still hasn’t gotten used to being with you

-But something such as this takes over his mind

-He’s not gonna stop now btw 🤷‍♀️

#lovely anons :)#kny smut #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #genya x reader #genya shinazugawa x reader #KNY fluff

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vershl · 3 days

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I'm not sure if you've thought about this yet, but what are all of the Gems' weapons?

I have a feeling that Knuckles' weapon is somewhat similar to Garnet's dual-wielding gauntlets, but what about the others?

Okay so my answer is going to be kind of limited atm, I haven't doodled any of the others, but I'll do my best to answer you!

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Knuckles

So first off, yes, Knuckles uses his gloves just like Garnet's dual gauntlets. It's perfect for him, and I couldn't picture him using any other weapon.

Shadow

don't drool over him in the first doodle pls, i already did enough of that-- ahem

also GOD y'all love jacket shad, we'll keep it, we'll keep it. sheesh- i'll even put a star on the back to mirror sonic's gem and it'll be really gay and cute ANYWAY, read my stuff

Shadow's is still in the works, but I'm REALLY liking the scythe idea. With his game motif as well of course. I'm still not entirely sold on it, part of me is contemplating a spear for a nod to 'Chaos Spear'. The handle in the first sketch will remain the same for sure, but I may fiddle with the spear thought. I contemplated giving him a gun of course, but I don't think it really fits in the SU world.

Sonic

Now Sonic... I have NO idea to be honest with you. I'm going back and forth on whether he even has a weapon or not.. he has his speed and could fight like his normal game self. Then I get the idea of maybe he uses a sword? And I just now got the idea of spikes along his body, so when he runs fast/spins into someone it just shreds them. Adding on the thought of lightning abilities, don't know where that one came from but I like it-- I don't know, what do you guys think?

Amy

Amy uses her signature hammer, I'll definitely play with the design more. But yep, she gets to keep her weapon.

Tails

Tails is going to use gadgets/inventions to help in battles, and is the designated medic. He's not a frontline fighter.

Rouge

So I have two ideas for our stupid bat bitch; One, I dress her and equip her like a rogue, which would be sick I think. And two, dress and equip her like a paladin, sword and shield style. I'll play with both ideas, but I am leaning a bit more towards the rogue.

Silver

Gonna be real? Zero idea. I mean I COULD give him a sword.. or ice powers because he's a sapphire. But in SU we've never seen a sapphire fight, so we don't really know a thing about their abilities in combat. But yeah, could be cringe and have him be the ice to blaze's fire.

Blaze

Speaking of Blaze; She uses her fire abilities to fight, encasing her fists or feet in flames, she uses martial arts in combat. Hers was simple and easy to come up with, lmao.

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rainba · 2 days

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I dont think this has been done before, but the cannibalism ask you answer got me thinking, how would the boys react to a vampire reader?

I don't know why I started thinking about that when I read it 🥲

(Also loce you're work, and this is my first ask ^^)

Thank you for sending the ask!! Sorry it took me a little while to respond to it. >_<;;;;;

Not exaggerating: Kairos would be on his knees, begging you to suck his blood. Or better yet: begging you to make him a vampire too!!

Two vampire lovers, living together forever and ever... He would do anything for you to make that a reality. Worship you, become your pet- whatever it takes!

The moment Kairos finds out that you're a vampire, he'd be swooning...

And then he would start drawing lots of pictures. Primarily of you and him as a married vampire couple. (つω`｡)

If Ace were to find out that you're a vampire, he would think you're extremely cool.

Like, woah... You have fangs too... And you're immortal? You can turn into a bat and everything??

"That's... Badass!"

He would also find the fact that you drink blood to be 'badass' too.

Expect him to start writing songs about how cool vampires are and how much he loves them. ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;

Newest song written by Ace: "I Dreamt I Got Sucked Off by a Blood Thirsty Vampire!" Featured on the album: Eternal Dreams.

The double meaning of the title is absolutely intended.

(Ace also loves to give his songs bizarrely long titles.) ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Meanwhile... Luka wouldn't react that strongly. You confess to him that you're a vampire, and he just furrows a brow.

"Oh, are you? Prove it."

You could sink your fangs into his neck or turn into a bat, but it wouldn't really shock or impress him or anything. Like- sure, it's cool that you're an immortal vampire and all, but...

Should he really be surprised?

Luka is a pink fox hybrid... He's friends with a ram guy... The existence of vampires shouldn't surprise him. As long as he can still call you his at the end of the day, that's what matters most. ^^;;;;;;;;;;;

And for the blood-drinking aspect of being a vampire? It doesn't bother him. You can go out and drink other people's blood if you need to, but also, remember:

Luka is not on the menu. (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

#ask #kairos posting #luka posting #ace posting

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minkoq · 14 hours

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🎐 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

⤷hawks saving you from a villain, just for him to end up in ur apartment; fem! reader

⤷requested by @dreamcastgirl99

🎐— it was a chilly afternoon, you were walking down the streets of tokyo, going to the convenience store since you forgot something for dinner.

🎐— on the way there a man approached you, simply asking for the way to the bank, you pointed into the direction, but before you could start talking he activated his quirk and restrainted you with some slime.

🎐— you squirmed as you felt the wet substance all over your body, you tried screaming out for help, but he quickly shut your mouth. only muffled cries escaping your lips.

🎐— before you could cry further, a flash was in front of your eyes, and the man that was restraining you fell to the floor, his quirk deactivating. you looked around in confusion, before you heard a voice speak up. "you alright, sweet girl?"

🎐— you looked up and saw hawks, the number two hero flying down. you nodded, "t.. thank you so much!" you said and breathed out softly, your heart still beating against your ribcage.

🎐— he shook his head as he landed on the floor, looking at you with a soft smirk. "no worries, just doing my job." he laughed out.

🎐— you shook your head immediately, "i don't know how i could ever repay you." you started softly, "i was about to make dinner! maybe you wanna eat with me? i don't know how else i would repay you." you said nervously.

🎐— hawks chuckled gently, usually he doesn't take up these offers, but when such a pretty woman said that to him, how could he ever refuse?

🎐— "i'm off duty anyway, sure." he replied casually.

🎐— when you were at your apartment, he looked around the livingroom while you were cooking. there was a lot of decorations and clutter everywhere, it made him comfortable.

🎐— he peeked his head into the kitchen, he saw how the apron tightly snug around your body. he gulped as a blush spread on his cheeks, no, he can't be horny for a girl who just wants to thank him. he took a sharp breath in, watching her bend over to get something.

🎐— but your round butt looked so juicy, he wanted to feel it, and rub his hard cock against it. when he caught glimpses of your cleavage, he needed to control himself. the way the apron snatched your waist and pushed your tits up, in that moment he was too horny to think straight and decided to shoot his shot.

🎐— "you inviting any guy in who saved you?" he asked and stepped into the kitchen, your turned your head to him, a soft giggle escaped your lips, "it was the first time i needed to be saved." you admitted.

🎐— your giggle out of your plump lips was like music to his ears, in that moment he wondered what more noises you could do, oh, how sweet your moans would be.

🎐— "must've been scary.. getting captured like that.." he murmured out, taking more steps towards you. his gaze never leaving yours, you nodded softly, "i'd be lying if i said i wasn't still shaken up." you admitted to him, batting your eyelashes at him.

🎐— he groaned softly, he tried hard to restrain himself, walking closer to you, pressing you against the counter. "i know the perfect way how to get you to relax."

🎐— before you knew it, you were bend over the kitchen counter, him kneeling in front of your butt as he spread your cheeks apart, "what a sweet hole." he sighed out, his breath fanning over your asshole as your pussy clenched around nothing.

🎐— you whined softly, all your clothes scattered on the floor as you were helplessly folded over the counter. then he licked your hole up and down, making the hairs on your arms stand up. you moaned softly, his hand was rubbing your pussy.

🎐— "h.. hawks.." a choked moan came out of your mouth when his tongue forced itself into your tight asshole, his fingers pinching your clit ever so softly. "so sweet." he groaned out, his other hand rubbing against his own crotch, his thick hard cock still restrained in his boxers.

🎐— his fingers penetrating your pussy gently, feeling your slick walls clench around his two fingers. he knew how desperate you were, grinded against his face as his wet tongue still made out with your tight rim.

🎐— he got up off the floor, still fingering you. the squelching noises made him gasp softly, his clothed cock humping against your ass, watching it wobble.

🎐— ".. such a fuckin' slut.." he got his cock out, glorious 7 inches pressing between your ass cheeks, smearing his pre-cum onto your asshole.

🎐— you whined at the stimulation, pushing your butt back. your cunt was sopping softly, he removed his fingers and spread your folds gently. "such a wet pussy.."

🎐— then his fat tip prodded against the entrance of your vagina, teasingly pushing in before slipping up, then rubbing it between your folds, to lubricate his dick.

🎐— you moaned at his thick cock, it was huge, you never had this huge of a cock. "you want my cock bad, huh?"

🎐— you nodded eagerly, then you felt a harsh slap on your ass, yelping as you looked back at him in shock, your pussy subconsciously creating more slick.

🎐— then without warning he thrusted in, a choked moan escaping your lips, he pressed your head onto the counter, your nipples pressing against the cold counter.

🎐— then he started thrusting, your pussy felt so snug and warm around his cock. it hurt for the first few seconds but then you got lost in the pleasure, "so tight.. never wants to let me go.." he groaned out.

🎐— his pace was incredible, his cock pushing in deeper with each thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your clit. he put on of your legs on the counter, so he could reach deeper into your cunt.

🎐— you couldn't stop moaning, sweet praises and calls of his name leaving your lips. one hand gripping your hips tightly as the other stimulated your clit, rubbing it in circles as your legs twitched.

🎐— you held yourself on your elbows, your tits bouncing with each slam of his hips. you felt yourself getting close, this was rare, you never were this quick to cum.

🎐— before you knew it, you were shaking and the whole floor was covered in your juices. "oh.. look at that.. such a dirty girl.." he laughed out mockingly, he let go of your hips and leg, and gripped your breasts harshly, pushing your back against his chest.

🎐— "couldn't help yourself, huh? just coming on my cock like that." you could do nothing else but moan and nod your pretty head, feeling so many things. but you could only focus on his hard, fat cock slamming into your small cunt, reaching so deep like no one ever has.

🎐— you knew he was ruining you for anyone else, he tugged at your nipples harshly, biting your neck. you mewled, pushing your hips back in sync to his thrusts, you wanted his cum so deep in your womb.

🎐— your juices were dripping down, a puddle on the floor. he felt the familiar knot in his stomach, groaning as he humped into you like a dog in heat, wanting nothing else than to breed your needy cunt.

🎐— you choked out a gasp when you came on his cock again as you felt his thick ropes of cum shooting into you. moaning and whining as you both rode out your orgasms.

🎐— "shiittt.." you whined out, not only the floor, but also your legs and his legs were soaked. he whined when he pulled out of your pussy, his dick covered in his own cum as he watched the white creamy substance dripping out of your pussy.

🎐— "such a good girl, you took my cock.. so well." he breathed out, fingering the semen back into you as you whimpered in overstimulation.

#bnha x female reader #female reader #mha x female reader #bnha smut #hawks x reader #hawks x female reader #mha hawks #bnha hawks #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader

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Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 18

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent 🌒

Today Enid suggested we head into Jericho for Christmas shopping. I informed her that this was unnecessary for me as I had already finished making my Yuletide gifts before the final month began. She looked a little taken aback but I was quick to clarify that it did not mean I wouldn't join her in town. I donned my jacket and took her hand in my own. She lit up again at once and immediately pulled me out of our dorm.

As we walked through the halls on our way down to the bus she asked me many questions about Yule. I had no qualms in educating her about its history, symbols, and traditions.

'Woah! So it's kind of like an old timey Christmas?' Was her response. I cannot describe the physical pain this caused me. 'Willa, are you okay?' She asked as we boarded the bus.

'Perhaps it would also be prudent to discuss the history of the holiday you celebrate as well.' I said, taking a calming breath as we sat down. I could tell that it would be a long trip to Jericho.

-YourFavoriteFruitBat is now livestreaming-

"What's up guys! YourFavoriteFruitBat here along with my girl GayMerGirl as we head into town! We're going to see how long I can stand in the local churches before I catch fire!"

"You're not seriously doing that are you?"

"Hey chat it looks like we've got a guest appearance by QBB - Queen Bee Barclay!"

"Don't call me that."

"So what are your plans for town today?"

"Well, I guess they now include staying away from the churches."

"Aw, come on Bianca don't be- Wait, chat's going crazy. Hold on. Oh shit! I guess we've also got an impromptu episode of Wenid Watch!"

"So this is still a thing?"

"Yeah, it's become even more popular over the past couple weeks. I remember when Yoko started filming them occasionally as a joke but now everyone is super invested."

"Like, their relationship?"

"Yup! It's the whole 'will they won't they' kind of thing. Except they're finally together now, I think."

"Shh! Quiet you two! This is a rare sighting of the two love bats outside of their nest!"

"-and it was the psychoactive component of the amanita muscaria, or fly agaric, that caused hallucinations, with the most common hallucination being that of flying reindeer."

"Wow! But wait, if people only hallucinated the reindeer flying then how did the Christmas Werewolf win the werewolf games?"

"The… what?"

"The werewolf games! How did the Christmas Werewolf win if the reindeer he ate didn't actually fly?"

"I am unaware of such a tale."

"You not know about the Christmas Werewolf? Ha! Quit joking!"

"This is no jest, cara mia."

"You know, the Christmas Werewolf."

"Mi amor, I am afraid that you repeating it does not give me any greater clarity."

"…You? You really haven't heard the story of the Christmas Werewolf?"

"No. I am woefully ignorant."

"…"

"Please enlighten me."

"Okay! So my dad always told the story just before the twelve days of Christmas began back when my brothers and I were just cubs-"

"Cubs?"

"You know, kid werewolves."

"Ah, I see. Continue."

"The Christmas Werewolf, okay so you know how werewolves remain wolfed out for the twelve days of Christmas right?"

"No..."

"Really? Okay, uh, there's a lot I'm going to need to cover then. Anyway, werewolves who have completed their first full wolf out stay wolfed out during the twelve days of Christmas. That's when we compete in the werewolf games."

"And what happens in these games?"

"Well, we test our strength and stuff, like running and hunting and jumping. There's also alcohol involved but that's mainly for the older werewolves. Anyway, so the story goes that a long time ago on a cold winter's night all the local werewolves gathered together for the werewolf games. Everyone got to play except for one little werewolf. None of the other werewolves would let him join in the games because they said he was too small and weak and could never hope to compete. The little werewolf was very sad but determined to prove them wrong."

"The other werewolves laughed and said they would let him join in the games if he could jump over the wall of a nearby castle. The little werewolf saw how tall the wall was and knew he could not jump it all by himself. He wandered off into the woods and that's when he saw it: Santa's reindeer. The little werewolf got an idea. If the reindeer could fly, maybe he could too if he ate one."

"That took a rather unexpected turn."

"So, he comes up with this whole big plan to catch one of the reindeer. Long story short he succeeds and eats one of the reindeer and goes back to the other werewolves. Anyway, he wins because he can jump super high now and gets crowned the Christmas Werewolf."

"And how did Santa respond to the death of one of his reindeer?"

"Well, I mean, that's why Santa doesn't deliver presents to werewolves. And why we can't enjoy hot chocolate at Christmas. And also why his reindeer wear silver bells, so werewolves never eat his reindeer again."

"That… makes sense."

"I know right? But if the flying reindeer were hallucinations, how did the Christmas werewolf make the jump?"

"I would suppose that with this werewolf being quite clever he found some alternative way to clear that castle wall."

"I guess."

"Enid, if the character of Saint Nicholas refuses to bring gifts to werewolves why have you hung stockings?"

"Oh! Those aren't for Santa! It's for the Christmas werewolf to leave dried venison. It's symbolic of the meat of the flying reindeer."

"Why stockings?"

"Well, you can't wear stockings when you're wolfed out, silly. That's why he puts it in there."

"Of course. And the tree?"

"Werewolf Christmases are mostly spent outside, since almost everyone is wolfed out. So we have two trees that are decorated the same. One inside for the cubs that haven't wolfed out and one outside for everyone else. You can find your family by the tree outside that is decorated like the one inside."

"There appears to be much I do not know about werewolf Christmas."

"I don't know. I think they're mostly the same. I mean, you spend time with family and people you care about, you give gifts, and you compete to see who is the strongest."

"Must one be a werewolf to partake in these games?"

"Uh, technically no but they are very challenging if you aren't."

"What is the prize of winning said games?"

"Well, you get to be the Christmas Werewolf."

"And what does that entail?"

"You get first pick when it comes to meals, everyone has to listen to you, you get bragging rights, and you hunt the Christmas reindeer so you can put venison in everyone's stockings."

"Interesting. Tell me the games again."

"Willa? You're not- you're not thinking of competing are you?"

"Would it be inappropriate for me to?"

"No but, you're not, you're kinda-"

"Yes?"

"You're small."

"Is the story you told me not about the small and clever overcoming brute strength?"

"Yes but Willa- My family is super competitive."

"As am I, querida."

"Willa no."

"I am merely curious, mi loba."

"Well chat? What do you think? Do you think Wednesday Addams has what it takes to compete in the werewolf games?"

"I worry for the werewolves to be honest."

"Bianca's got the spirit! I'm adding a poll down in chat. Chat, do you think Wednesday has a chance? I guess we'll have to wait till after winter break to find out!"

-YourFavoriteFruitBat has ended the livestream-

#ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday x enid #wenclair #wednesday is oblivious #wednesday is soft for enid #wholesomefluffdaddy

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faeriescorpio · 2 days

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Which Spy & Scout role swap is more interesting?

Class-swap or Age-swap

Class-swap: Spy is the Scout. Jeremy is the Spy. Jeremy doesn’t do so much of the blackmailing part of being a Spy as much as he uses the Sappers and watches and tech and such. Spy is still nosy and he knows Jeremy is his son. Jeremy being the Spy probably knows (canon)Spy slept with his mom but not that they’re related. (Canon)Spy is the world’s quietest Scout. He tries so hard to make a baseball bat look classy. Jeremy is the type of guy who researches at what length a knife is a sword and gets like a 12 inch knife and swings it around. He’s efficient, not elegant. (Canon)Spy despairs over his son being the spy. Man I need to have my own head-canon for Spy’s real name or this is going to get really confusing

Age-Swap: Jeremy always wanted a big family. He marries a woman who has 7 sons. But he’s immature even at 35 years old, and he tells her all about how dangerous his work is with no thought of how it might affect her and her family. So when the woman finds out she’s pregnant with her 8th son, she divorces Jeremy. He still calls her every weekend and devotes most of his paycheck to her. But when he calls she never tells him about her youngest child so Jeremy thinks she only has 7 sons. He’s the Scout, he’s not known for his brains. He does believe in the Waiting Game TM, which “always works, eventually” (I think I’m quoting comic 4). Anyway he gets a job with RED which includes a rather young Spy. Spy being Spy knows that Jeremy is his father but Scout is oblivious. Because if Scout knows then Spy would know because Scout can’t keep a secret to save his life. Spy does everything he can to keep Jeremy from knowing. This does change their dynamic as Scout doesn’t go to Spy for advice, Spy is both more and less aggressive to Scout because he can’t believe his father is an idiot but also is it Scout’s fault that he wasn’t there if Spy’s mother divorced him and didn’t tell Jeremy about Spy? Meanwhile Spy being younger than Scout means Scout’s a little nicer to Spy because Scout’s the kind of person who’s like “you’re younger than me therefore I’m better than you” so he doesn’t take Spy snapping at him as seriously. Why doesn’t Spy tell Scout? It was never in question that Scout wouldn’t love having a son. Heck he won’t stop talking about his ex-wife that he still calls (and she still picks up and talks to him so clearly something is going on there) and his 7 adopted kids. Spy is just… afraid. However if Naked and the Dead happened in this AU Spy can’t pretend to be Tom Jones because Scout would be like “???????” so they’d be forced to have a more real conversation. I don’t think Scout would say he’s proud of Spy, I think he would just say he loves Spy. Because having his father be proud of him is something that matters more to Scout than it would to Spy. Also Scout knows French to impress the ladies and this is one of the few things Spy knows about his dad before joining RED so he learned French in high school. He would not have a Boston accent he would think it’s not classy. He definitely studied abroad in France.

Is this anything

#tf2 #team fortress two #team fortress 2 #tf2 spy #tf2 jeremy #tf2 scout #spydad #I’d like to state for the record that if YOU want to write one of these ideas #or you are otherwise inspired. go ahead lol #we need more absolutely derangedness #poll #polls #tf2 au #au ideas #au idea #fic ideas

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safe-from-sharp-teeth · 2 days

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Ayo! I haven't answered asks in FOREVER, so it's time for some spring cleaning :) Also answering other stuff, like what I've been up to.

If you sent an ask and it's not here, sorry! I may have deleted it because the prompt required too much work of me and I wasn't feeling it, or I was uncomfortable.

Let's gooooo !

Firstly - where have I been? Work REALLY picked up in a way I wasn't expecting over the last...4 months? I was working double and often triple the hours I was used to. With work, vacations, random illnesses, and many video games I got a bit too obsessed with, this blog took a backseat. Plus, sometimes I get disinterested in vore when obsessed with something else. Sometimes, that lasts months, and it did this time.

But now I can confirm that work will FINALLY chill for a long period of time. I'm free! And more motivated than ever! Wahoo! Thanks for your support ALWAYS.

Next big question - when am I going to do more of my story? The one with Asyr? AHHHHHGHHGHH this story has consumed my life. I think about it daily. I dream about it. And yet I'm not as comfortable writing as I am drawing, so writing is a slow process that my perfectionist ass struggles with. I can assure you that there is a story in the works - and I am working on it at a snail's pace.

Okay, ask time...

@ponyluvesonic09 AYO maybe I'll make a full ghost pred pros/con list for you, because that sounds awesome! Kir//by is one of the silliest canon preds out there. Honestly getting eaten by him would be like getting vored by a vacuum, LOL. Galaxy tummy!! Imagine a prey floating around in one of those item bubbles all grumpy. Thank u for the ask, this is good stuff.

no. ( /・・)ノ

UWAGHHHHH I LIKE HER!!! Never played O/verwat/ch but what a gem!! I have a random fondness for centaur-like preds nowadays. She looks so cozy. THANK U I LOVE HER!!!

@tiger9o0 I have not played r//ain w//orld or know what it's about, LOL. Looks like a platformer? Man, I'm terrrriiiiibblleee at those. But whoever this is on the cover, I LIKE EM. A+. (That might not answer ur question shdjbghkjg SORRY)

@heimkoheimkofan LOVE THAT I GOT THE ROBOT ENJOYERS AFTER THAT ONE POST....YES yall are so right and I'm so wrong for just hard metal robot tums. I will rectify my mistake soon I PROMISE. Also oh! You were the one asking about stomachs other than elemental ones! IVE HAD THAT IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER IM SORRY AHHHH. I REALLY love your imagination with tums and you've inspired me to think of some awesome environments! THANKS

@fastfur07 BWAH?? Ugh I'm all over the place when it comes to art. Some pieces take 30 min (like the zangooc I drew at the top of this post), most take 2 days. Some really hard drawings like my wolf bat creechur from a few months ago and my shrimp from last year took a month. THANK U??

We're going back so far that I think this is about my naga oc (which I'm in the midst of redesigning cough cough). For him, he would never tolerate being prey, extremely unwilling bahaha. In general, I haven't thought much about naga or snake prey! I get the appeal of slurping up a noodle, but I just prefer human prey :)

@fastfur07 you fiend, you always give me the best drawing ideas. UNFORTUNATELY, I didn't have time to draw something for this one. BUTTTT....

(i've had this next one in my drafts for forever)

then i had a silly comic. I'll post the wip here because I won't finish it, so enjoy bahaha.

@blizzaria123-blog THANK U im rapidly melting into a puddle from ur words

@mrpotatomanversionsix relevant. i will continue drawing them 4 u

?!??!!??!?!??!?!?!??!?!? how dare u enter my ask box with this blasphemy

@sfwsillynoms WAH!!! you!!! I'm currently redesigning my naga oc but when I finish I'll tag you, if you're still around! And he can 100% be drawn with ur preysona :)

@mystorl i am SO late to this, but SMART. I like it. I shall give my lil guy this friend. I just want to let u know that I see this and it's wonderful and I will do something abt it.

I remember this ask made me laugh a ton when I first got it. thank u. idk why I find this so funny

@sillylilprey IM CRYING RIGHT BACK AHHHH this is an ancient ask, but thank u! hope you're still enjoying!

@terrytheinsane finally, the last ask in my askbox. I love it. You have been wronged with how long it took me to answer you. I have gained knowledge from your ask. THANKS

AND THAT'S IT!! Thanks guys, I hope to make you proud! Feel free to send more asks, and hopefully I will answer in a TIMELY manner.

Goodnight! And remember: Nice Vore ᕕ༼⌐■-■༽ᕗ

#zan asks #phew that was an essay #tldr im a lot more free now aaaanddd I shall answer asks in a more timely manner from now on #and i say thank u a lot #i appreciate and read EVERY ask #zan art #zangooc

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filmbyjy · 2 hours

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MINESTREAM

SYPNOSIS > Wanting to start a new stream series with his best friends, Jay had a bright idea of playing some simple Minecraft with them. Everything was normal, until he realises there is another person in the call with them. He quickly learns that it was ni-ki’s older sister, (name). Watch how streaming a simple game of Minecraft can dig up some interesting feelings between the main leads.

THIRTY-EIGHT – FINALLY!!

a/n: pitchforks and torches are to your right, the boys are preparing a big fight. please join in to burn Kaito, (name)’s ex-boyfriend😁

italics are in Japanese

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the moment you hadn’t bothered to look at the ring camera for the front door, was the moment you had regretted not doing so. you had swung the door open and there.

the person you swore to never see again was dressed with a creepy smirk to his face. the corner of his lips as wide as it could be, his eyes bulging out of his eyes.

“princess, I’m back. did you miss me?” he says. it sends shivers down your spine as you hear his voice.

the pure shock on your face was evident. why was he here? what is his purpose of coming here all the way from Japan. but before you could even utter a word, you were pushed back as someone stands in front of you, shielding you from the man who ruined your life.

“back off fucker.” jay growls. Kaito bursts out laughing.

“this is what you settled for? what are you? you don’t look Japanese. my (name) would never date a non-japanese.” it was clear the air was tense. you hated it.

“why are you here.” you bluntly say. kaito tries to look over jay’s shoulder but he only moves to cover your face more. you were thankful he did so.

“to see you. is there any other reason to not see my girlfriend?” ah, he’s still delusional.

“ex-girlfriend. we ended a long time ago. we were 17 back then.”

“that’s not too long ago, princess.”

“don’t call me that.” you looked up at him. fire evident in your eyes. “never call me that ever again. you better leave while you still can.”

“or what? you got claws now to fight? back then you had heeseung to back you up.”

“she has me now. I won’t hesitate to hit you.” jay says. he holds the bat up.

Kaito laughs once more, “what are you Harley Quinn? just run back to your mom, pretty boy. there is no way you can fight.”

“oh he definitely can fight and so can I.” Yvette appears right behind Kaito. he doesn’t flinch, in fact he isn’t even bothered even the slightest.

“ah, the tom girl is here. I’m surprised you even moved here, are you that obsessed with Evan.”

there were question marks above jake’s head as he appears the hallway looking normal but clearly ready to fight if he had to. “who the fuck is Evan.”

“heeseung, that’s the name he went by in Japan.” Yvette says. she suddenly jumps and put Kaito on chokehold. she too had a bat but a metal one with spikes. as Kaito fights for his life, no one even bothered to help him. instead, they egged Yvette on.

“and here we have. the FUCKER who hurt my older sister.” ni-ki says as he records kaito’s face. the comments rolled in.

Kaito’s eyes widened. He can’t be recorded like this. His dad was a famous CEO of some huge company back in Japan. he turns around to hide away his face. Yvette obviously notices that and so she forces him to look at the camera. however, it isn’t working.

just then, heeseung comes in. “why hello there good old friend.” he says before whipping Kaito’s face to make him face the camera. it was almost like you could hear his neck snapping. “smile for the camera.”

heeseung sounded crazy, luckily Yvette loved crazy. Kaito fights the hold and somehow he gets out free from their grasp. he runs out of the penthouse, not even bothering to look back.

“COWARD!!” ni-ki yells. he turns back the camera to selfie mode. “you guys just witnessed my older sister’s ex-boyfriend who is a loser and also a son of a big CEO in Japan run away like a coward. thank you for watching, stay tune for more updates.” he shuts the live off.

jay turns to you, “are you okay?”

“yeah, just shaken up. I don’t know how he found our address.”

“don’t worry, we’ll ask our managers to tighten security around the penthouse.” jake says. lily emerges from jake’s room and suddenly Yvette is reminded as to why she’s here in the first place.

“Sim Jake!” Yvette yells.

“oh fuck. this isn’t over yet! IM SORRY FOR FUCKING YOUR YOUNGER SISTER!” jake runs. Yvette chases after him with her bat and Lily tries to stop her.

sunghoon coughs, “Heeseung hyung, do you wanna like chase after your girl and calm her down.”

Heeseung sighs, “on it…” Heeseung goes to chase after Yvette.

you looked down at your phone and realised a message pops up

‘it’s not over.’ - unknown number

“I don’t think he’s done yet.” you say. jay stares hard. a scary glint underlying in his gaze.

“I’ll kill that asshole with my bare hands.”

“what is this superhero, villain plot.” sunghoon says.

“I’m not a superhero but I do know that I will take every chance I get to save the woman I love.” jay confesses. ni-ki gasps.

“HE SAID IT!! FINALLY!!” ni-ki yells. sunghoon smacks ni-ki a couple of times, excited that jay finally confessed.

“I love you too.” you say.

“WHAT THE FUCK.” ni-ki yells once more. “MY ONEECHAN IS GONNA BE CUFFED!!”

Yvette pops her head in, “(name) is gonna be cuffed? WHAT DID I MISS?”

before you could open the mouth, jay places his hand on your waist and pulls you closer. Yvette gasps.

“mine.” jay says. you were flustered.

“yours.”

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