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#he'd be taking advantage of it like absolutely nothing else

greensaplinggrace · 3 months

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the babygirlification of porsche is fucking insane btw. this is the guy that would've let kinn fucking die in an alleyway if the dude hadn't promised him money. he's got his priorities and at the top is always chay. like there's a lot of ruthlessness to be had in surviving to protect your only family

#also people make him out to be the Noble Poor archetype so damn much #girl if kinn offered him a motorcycle he wouldn't be protesting it like some blushing maiden #he'd be taking advantage of it like absolutely nothing else #if he had a rich boyfriend he'd be mlking that thing till the cows came home #porsche kittisawasd #kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #also i hate that the show made so many people think he's stupid #like he can be a dumbass but he's also wicked smart

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suiana · 6 months

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give me the camboy NOW

✎ yandere! camboy . . .

✎ yandere! camboy who's secretly your creepy coworker that just wants to love you. you don't know that of course! which is why... you spend all your money on him, or rather, his alter ego.

✎ yandere! camboy who's a famous streamer on the site he does his streams on. so many viewers, yet he only has eyes for one particular viewer. you.

✎ yandere! camboy who instantly knows that it's you. i mean, who else will have such an embarrassing username? like, ilovemanboobs? seriously? but it's whatever. it just means that he has another weakness of yours up his sleeve that he can use to his advantage.

✎ yandere! camboy who will take his time in easing you into loving him. he doesn't worry about you not loving him. after all, you already love one side of him. he's sure that as long as he plays his cards rught, you'll fall for all of him in no time. and he'll make it happen.

"yeah my day was pretty boring. didn't really do much."

the camboy complains, yawning as he unbuttons his shirt. yeah, today really was boring. it was just a boring day at work, nothing interesting and he didn't even get to see you! the light of his life!

oh whatever, at least he knows that you'll join his stream. you're a little simp for his online persona after all.

that's right, he had an online persona and you were down astronomically bad for it. you even spent thousands of dollars on him! and you were practically going broke because of it!

but oh, how it strokes his ego, knowing that you appreciate at least one part of him, even if you were unaware that it was him, your creepy coworker.

"oh, my ideal type?"

he asks, reading the chat as his toned abs and voluptuous man tits were out on display for all to see. really, he only wishes that you could see his body, but if he were to offer in real life you'd never agree.

the famous streamer hums, thinking for a second before answering in a soft tone.

"i like people that spend money on me."

yep, that was a safe bet. he couldn't risk exposing himself after all. and... it'll be sure to get your attention.

ah, there it comes.

your donations.

*ding! ding! ding!*

the influx of donations from a particular user (you) cause his laptop to chime endlessly. if it were anyone but you, he'd be annoyed. but this was you.

so he graciously accepts every donation, reading every message you send him as he slowly traces the hem of his boxer shorts. hm, maybe he should give you a gift? you're such a cute little simp after all...

"yeah, i guess you are my ideal type, userILOVEMANBOOBS~"

he answers with a chuckle, making eye contact with the camera through his mask. god you were so adorable. if only you knew the guy you were going crazy over was the coworker which you absolutely despised in real life.

"yes yes... I'll give you a little show, my dear. you spent so much money on me after all! it's only gentlemanly for me to do so."

he muses, stripping his boxers down as the chat goes wild. but his attention wasn't focused on them. no, not at all. for you were the only one he saw. you were the only one in his eyes.

and he just wishes you loved him back in real life as well.

but oh well. there's always been enough time for the both of you. enough time to teach you how to love him. enough time for you to accept him in his entirety.

there's always been enough time to get you to love him back.

and it will happen. there's nothing you can do to stop it.

#suiana's sinners #yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere scenarios #yandere camboy #yandere camboy x reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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chaos-in-deepspace · 9 days

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LNDS Spicy Headcanons | 18+

Well I did generalized headcanons for the boys, now we need to get into the spice headcanons. Which honestly is one of my favorite things to write. I regret nothing when it comes to Rafayel's part.

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. Warnings: 18+ Headcanons, Cockwarming, Consensual Somnophilia, Sexting, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Bathtub Sex, Mentions of Oral (M!Receiving), Non-Human Anatomy

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Xavier

One of the kinkiest men you will ever meet. Is willing to try everything at least once if given the option. The worst part is he doesn't seem like the type at all until you're in the bedroom with him and you realize you might be in danger.

He is normally on top, but doesn't mind being a switch, especially when he's tired. If you want to take charge and pamper him, then by all means. As long as you don't tease him too much he'll let you do just about anything. If you tease him though...well you won't be on top for very long. The moment he loses control you'll be bent like a pretzel.

Xavier has more length than girth, and god damn is he able to use that to his advantage. If anything his dick is actually kind of pretty, with a few prominent veins on it and a soft pink tip. Now how he uses it...he will learn your body so well that he can perfectly angle himself inside of you and make you see stars. There is no saving you at that point.

Xavier can't say he has a favorite position when he's taking you. As long as he can be inside you in some way, shape, or form, he's content. If he had to choose though, he likes being in a spooning position with his cock buried into your heat, his hand on your hip and face in the crook of your neck while he whispers the filthiest things in your ear.

Despite having a larger sex drive than most would think, he doesn't masturbate as often. Anytime he's in the mood he might start, but if he doesn't have you with him it's not as exciting and he often times finds himself wanting to doze off. Only time he'll finish himself off in his own hand is if you're with him, or on call with him and he can hear you moaning as you touch yourself to the sound of his voice.

Xavier can and will send you spicy text messages while you're at work. He's a lot more careful with sending photos though since he'd hate it if you opened an image of him in public and had someone else see on accident. Not because he's ashamed of his body, but because he hates the thought of embarrassing you while you're working. He will, however, happily accept a spicy photo of you at any point in time. He even has a privacy screen on his phone so nobody can accidentally see it.

While Xavier is pretty kinky, he does have a few he is partial to. He likes cockwarming, especially after you two finish. If he had the choice he'd fall asleep with his length still deep inside of you. Another one would be somnophilia, as long as both parties consent to it of course. Xavier feels bad he's always sleeping, so if you ever wanted to use his body he'd be more than happy to let you. Not to mention it would make an amazing wake up call.

Zayne

Out of all three love interests, Zayne is the most tame when it comes to kinks. While he is happy enough to indulge you with whatever you want to try out, he is very much content with plain vanilla if that's what you request. Honestly whatever works out for the both of you is what he likes.

Now despite him being fine with vanilla sex, if you suggest trying something a bit more out there, he's probably all for it. Especially if you ask him to dominate you. He's already the top when it comes to sex, even if you're riding him he's holding your hips and controlling the tempo. If you ask for more Dom/Sub dynamics, he'll research it heavily before trying anything.

Zayne's dick is an absolute monster. Not only is it girthy, there's also quite a bit of length there as well and the veins lining the length only add to the sensations. It's the kind of dick that you have to whisper "Never back down, never give up". You won't be walking straight for days. It's the kind of cock that might put you in a wheelchair. It's a damn good thing he's a medical professional because his dick might actually destroy you, and yet you'll still be begging for more. Half the time he doesn't even put it in all the way so that you'll have a chance at being able to go to work the next day. And good luck sucking him off, not even a master could fit his entire dick down their throat.

Zayne's favorite position would have to be you riding him. He'll sit down on a couch with you on his lap, your chest right in front of him so he can nip and suck at it. His hands having an almost bruising grip on your hips as he guide you up and down on his length. Your small whimpers as he tells you how good you are for him. To Zayne, literally nothing can beat the view of you bouncing in his lap.

Zayne hates having to take matters into his own hands, literally, but sometimes if he doesn't have you with him he needs to do something. Memories of your nights together will be going through his head until he's painfully hard and can't sleep or work. He's not vocal when he masturbates unless he's on call with you, and even then it's small grunts here and there.

Zayne will avoid sending you pictures that are explicit. He might send more teasing photos to you every now and then, but nothing too bad. He's also careful about sending steamy messages. Normally if he does, it's to inform you of what's to come later in the day and it doesn't go too far. When you two are away from one another for long periods of time, he will video call you for some play time. Sometimes he'll even edge you, telling you not to cum until he gets home (which is torture for those business trips that last literal weeks).

Rafayel

As long as you're willing, Rafayel is more than happy to explore certain kinks with you. Of course only after you both look into it together. He loves teasing you about them while you two look into it, his body draped over your own while his hands explore your exposed skin, asking if you wanted to try the kink you're reading about right now.

He's a switch without a doubt. When he's bottoming he's nothing but a brat trying to be a power bottom and take control of the situation. When he's on top he is a huge tease, coaxing you into begging him for his touch. Either way, sex with Rafayel is always fun. Normally it's a small battle of dominance to decide who tops and bottoms.

Rafayel has more length than girth, and can definitely be called above average in that department. He isn't huge though, but just the right size to make you feel completely full. He also knows how to use it, making you whimper out his name as he slowly drags his length against your warm walls. His dick is pretty smooth as well, the veins not being very prominent. It is extremely sensitive to your touch though, and it's so easy to get him riled up just by running your hand over his pants.

To nobody's surprise, Rafayel likes to take you in the water. Whether it be in the pool, his tub, or the ocean. He has to admit you look amazing while the two of you are in the tub, your hands gripping the edges as you slowly ride him. His hands playing with all your exposed parts, teasing you and slowly bucking his hips into your own. Watching you cum and collapse onto his chest, panting his name as he continued fucking into you while you cling to him until he finishes, sometimes dragging another orgasm out of you.

Rafayel can and will masturbate to the thought of you whenever he has so much of a dirty thought. He's so down bad for you that he can't help himself. Just remembering how your skin feels against him, or how you whimper his name is enough to get him hard. He's not afraid to admit he's had to escape to the bathroom at one of his exhibits before just to get it out of his system. He can and will inform you about how it's all your fault and how you need to take responsibility.

Speaking of how you'll be informed if he masturbates, he will send you photos when it happens. His hand wrapped around his cock while in a closet during an event. Sometimes you'll see the cum dripping from the tip as he tells you n detail what you do to him. If he's at the studio, he'll call you up moaning your name, asking when you can come over. Of course this doesn't happen daily, but it is smart to make sure to have a privacy screen for your phone as well as headphones when you answer one of Rafayel's video calls if you're in public.

Lemurian Form

Rafayel is significantly more sensitive to touch in his Lemurian form. Feeling your hands tracing over his delicate scales will send shivers right down his spine.

He has two...and they're not small either. He has a slit in his tail that's softer than the rest and if you play with it enough, his cocks will come out. They're stacked, one on top of the other. The bottom one is about the side of his normal dick, but the top is significantly bigger.

They're tapered as well, coming to a soft point at the tips. The base of his cock has soft scales that are extremely sensitive (touching them the first time made him cum instantly). The rest of his length is a soft blue color that gradients to a more flesh tone at the top.

His cum is bioluminescent.

#loveanddeepspace #love and deepspace #Zayne Love and Deepspace #Xavier Love and Deepspace #Rafayel Love and Deepspace #Lnd #LndRafayel #Lnd Zayne #Lnd Xavier #lnd x reader #x reader #reader insert #lnd #rafayel x reader #xavier x reader #zayne x reader

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hyeque · 2 years

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asking him for nudes [nsfw]

feat. tsukishima, kuroo, kita, atsumu, tendou

notes: will probably do a version of this for jujutsu kaisen

warnings: female!reader, masturbating, degradation, edging in atsumu’s, atsumu flashes his team 😕, implied cum eating in tendou’s

tsukishima is annoyed, but when is he never? you begged and whined for nudes while the man was at work, for god's sake. he firmly told you no in the beginning and to stop acting like a brat. but when you kept pushing for some, and sending clips of how needy you were, he broke his composure.

the blonde slips into the employee bathroom, locking the door. finally freeing himself, he's already half hard. tsukki sends a picture of himself, smug expression and all with his pretty cock in frame. 'here. happy now?'. and of course he already knows the answer to that when you send a pouting picture in return. tsukishima can't help but take advantage of the photo to get himself off. he makes a video, spitting out profanities and words of degradation while he fucks his hand. he doesn't grant you the pleasure of seeing his face while he does. he knows how much you love seeing his face, but you disobeyed him, and this is punishment.

'you better not touch my cunt. i'm going to fucking ruin you when i get home.'

kuroo is ecstatic. he'll do anything for his pretty baby and the man is more than glad to send you some nudes. he doesn't send them right away though because he has to tease you first. he first sends a picture of his hard on through his slacks, the caption 'this what you want, baby?'. he knows you want more but he wants to see you say it. after successfully getting you to beg, he sends a video of him touching himself through his pants, telling you how it isn't nice for you to get him this worked up right now. how if you were in his office he'd have you bent over his desk. but of course kuroo asks for you to send nudes in return because he's dying to see just how wet you are for him.

being in his own office with no one else in the building, he doesn't hold back. he is loud—very loud. he's moaning your name excessively and telling you how good you always make him feel. asking you if you'll ride him and clench down like you always do so perfectly. his vest and button up are undone and you can see all of his toned chest. he whines and mumbles about how well you take him and how he can’t wait to fuck you. not long after, he orgasms and uses a tissue to clean himself.

'your turn, baby. let me see that pretty pussy i'm going to stuff full later <3'

kita is flustered. when he received a text from you saying 'there's an emergency' he was prepared to drop his farming tasks for whatever you needed. he wasn't expecting you to send him a video of you touching yourself, saying how much you need him. this is all new to him, but he wants so desperately to please you, so he tries his best. kita shreds his clothes, his fit and toned arms and chest in view, beautifully tanned from working outside. he truly looks ethereal.

he feels shy and a little embarrassed showing himself nude on camera but if anyones seen the man, there's absolutely nothing embarrassing about how pretty his cock is. he doesn't realize how pent up he actually is until he starts stroking himself, his whines and moans get gradually louder as he thinks about you and your cute cunt. but however the romantic person kita is, he starts rambling about how beautiful you are, and how he can't wait to start his own little family with you. he thinks you'll look so pretty round and carrying his babies. don't you? he rambled about how he'll take good care of you and your family. there isn’t anything that turns him on more than the thought of you having his kids. he knows you two planned to wait a little longer, but there’s nothing wrong with a little head start, right?

'sweetheart ya can't go and startle a man like that, now hurry home from work so i can finally have my way with ya. need ya pregnant by the end of the day'.

atsumu is smug. he knows he's attractive. he knows he's irresistible. especially when it comes to you. when he saw your message about sending nudes it was right after his practice had ended. sweaty and high on adrenaline, the blonde doesn't need to do much to get himself worked up. just seeing the messages of you being needy could be enough to get him to cum. but he is a performer, and as a performer, he must put on a show.

he teases you in the video, asking you just how badly do you want him and how you want him to take you. he assures you not to worry your pretty little head too much because however it is, he’ll be having you cum multiple times. the thought of getting you off brings himself to the edge and he knows he’s about to cum. but what's this? atsumu stops himself right before he can. his dick is a deep, scarlet red and his hard on by this point is near painful. but if there's one rule atsumu has, it's to not waste his own cum. the only place it belongs is inside of you and not the shower floor. once he’s done edging himself he sends a picture of his painful, rock hard cock.

he ignores the cries of his teammates and the noise of disgust (from sakusa specifically who said for him to 'put that thing away') when coming out the shower. he’s just trying to make it home to you now.

'ya don't know what you just started, angel. ya better be face down, ass up on the bed when i get home. yer not sleeping at all tonight.'

tendou is spontaneous. one nude was never the same from the last one. you're convinced that him sending nudes is more enjoyable for him than you, considering how worked up he gets. there was one instance where he told you he had a 'surprise for you' to bring home from work, and the man came home with his dick in a box full of chocolates. needless to say, if you didn't have a sweet tooth then, you do now.

but imagine this time around asking for some nudes he actually beats you to it, asking to send something at the same you do.

"i've been waiting for you to ask for this~" he sings in the video "i've been working on something for you, mon chéri~'. your anticipation eats at you while you wait, but it’s quietly followed by a gasp at the sight on your screen. low and behold, the man had made a chocolate mold out of your pussy. how he did it, you don't know. do you even want to know? you're even more choked up when you see him fuck the mold, his pretty moans taking up the video. your eyes are drawn to his slender hips and the way he moves them. you hate to say it, but you really do envy chocolate right now. tendou sweet talks you, saying how he wish he can't wait to have the real thing, and how your real pussy is much sweeter than any chocolate. a cute smile is plastered on his face and his pale skin is flushed a pretty pink, the way he shudders lets you know he's close. he loudly moans your name, cumming deeply inside the chocolate. grinning at his work, he shows it to the camera.

'i made all of this nice filling for you. you're going to eat it all, right?'

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captain-mj · 9 months

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Hmm what if—

Little red riding hood Soap and big bad wolf Ghost but—

Soap is not a little girl going to grandma’s house but a hunter in disguise trying to lure the wolf out to kill it, however—

Ghost has been watching the hunter with interest for a while and didn’t fall for Soap’s little trick, so—

They somehow ended up fucking :)

OH absolutely!!! Been a while since I wrote straight smut

CW: slight Dubcon? It’s super clear that Soap is interested, but he won’t admit anything because he’s a hunter

Ghost spent a giant portion of his time hunting, so he didn't fall for the little act of Soap's. He knew exactly what he was doing. The little glances around were not the actions of a nervous little prey item, but the experienced actions of someone who knew what to look out for.

It was currently February, meaning it was smack dab in the middle of his normal mating season. The scent of this hunter set his senses alight. They smelled of wolfsbane and... wolf? Right above human? Either way, they certainly got his instincts going if nothing else. Something just rugged enough to tie it up in to a nice little present for Ghost was there too.

He wondered what this hunter would do if they knew the monster they were hunting was not only hunting him back, but thinking of how he'd look knotted and fucked out.

This guy looked very much like he'd whimper if Ghost railed him just right.

Soap went down the trail, spreading their scent. His crossbow was clipped to his belt, Ghost just barely seeing it.

He snapped a twig and silently disappeared in the other direction, watching Soap whip it out and shoot a bolt exactly where he had just been.

Ghost circled around, doing it a few more times until Soap was on edge and aiming at one specific spot. All of his focus was on the small area where twigs kept snapping and not Ghost sneaking up on him.

His hands fit around Soap's waist as he dragged him to the ground.

Soap tried to defend himself but they were too close now and he couldn't get the crossbow between them to hit him. Ghost put one giant clawed hand around Soap's throat and pinned one of other arms, leaving him to pathetically kick and hit at him.

"Stop squirming."

Soap paused. "You can speak? Wasn't expecting that."

Ghost flipped him over and shoved his face into the ground, looking at the red hood that covered him. It went down his back like a cape and it was in the way.

Ghost shoved it to the side and paused.

Soap grabbed one of the knives on his belt and embedded it in Ghost's arm. He quickly bit him where his scruff would be and snarled, both of them at a stand still.

"Knife catch you by surprise?" Soap referred to when he paused, wondering if it was because he had more weapons.

Ghost laughed. "How fat your ass is."

Soap became belligerent. Quickly gasping and thrashing and acting like Ghost had been wildly inappropriate. "You! Don't look at my..." his ears were bright red.

Ghost bit down a tiny bit harder. "Take that fucking knife out of me before I break your spine."

Soap hesitated before yanking it out. "You murderer."

"I've only murdered deer." Ghost crouched on top of him. "No human murdering here."

Soap scowled. "Liar." He finally got the upper hand, kicking Ghost directly in the ribs.

Ghost yelped and leaps back. “I haven’t. Humans have too many bones And the meat is too sweet. Might make an exception for you.”

Soap frowned at him but didn’t move. They both stayed still and just stared.

“Huh.”

“What?”

“For some reason, I believe you.” Soap sat up and slowly got up. “You really haven’t eaten anybody?”

Ghost shook his head. “Plenty of deer to go around.”

Soap slowly raised his bow. “Why did you attack me then? Why not leave? And why make that weird comment??”

Ghost stretched to his full height of 6’4 and his fur stood on end to make himself look bigger. “You hunted me first.”

“Fair point. And that comment?”

“An observation.” Ghost growled softly and Soap scoffed, glancing away. He took advantage of that moment of weakness, running at him and grabbing him again, letting them both fall. Soap’s hands were trapped under Ghost’s legs and he couldn’t move more than an inch. “You should really research creatures you hunt.”

Soap scowled at him before flushing as Ghost forced his legs open. He didn’t plan to do anything to Soap. Especially not anything unwanted. However, he definitely wanted one thing and that was to find out where the scent of wolf was. And also to maybe enjoy more of him. Perfect material for later.

He pressed his nose to the inside of his thigh where his arteries were.

Soap was hard. He felt it against his cheek. His entire face was bright red as Ghost kept his legs open. There wasn’t an ounce of fight in him as Ghost continued to sniff over him. He found the piece of wolf hide in his pocket and felt a tad betrayed.

Soap hummed. “It was that or dog piss. Heard both attract you guys.” He glanced down and saw the way Ghost was tensed.

Ghost ran his nails gently over his chest. “How evil. To trick a wolf looking for a mate like that.”

Soap turned bright red. “Oh. Oh.”

Ghost grinned, giant teeth showing. He started to drag him to his cave and Soap started to fight again. “Wait. Wait!! I wouldn’t be a good mate. I’m terrible at cooking.”

“Got thick thighs. All I really need.”

“You can’t even breed me!”

“I’m sure I could try.” Ghost looked down, noticing that Soap was not bothering to grab his crossbow. “I should at least try knotting you a few times.”

Soap flushed as he was put in Ghost’s nest. The bow was clearly dropped by the entrance. “What about…” He went quiet as Ghost grabbed him and undressed him roughly. His thighs went around Ghost’s shoulders.

“You smell sweet.” He ran his tongue over the vein in his leg before nuzzling into the soft skin. “Really sweet.”

Soap tried to kick him but Ghost wouldn’t let him. “Awa' an bile yer heid.”

“Speak English. If I can learn your language, you can speak the one I know.”

That red cape stayed on.

It was the only thing that stayed on Soap as Ghost started to lick at his body. He couldn’t use his claws to prep him so his tongue would have to do.

Soap did whimper. They were small and stunted, clearly he wanted to cover them. But Ghost heard everything. So he pushed his tongue into him instead of just teasing.

Soap jackknifed, hands scrambling to tangle into his hair. He shook slightly before a tremble ran up his spine. “So good. So deep, Jesus.”

Ghost didn’t bother responding. He just enjoyed his meal until Soap had saliva running down his thighs and he had been loosened up. Soap had long started begging for something. Ghost wasn’t sure if it was for him to stop or give him more but he was yanking Ghost close and crying in pleasure every second he could.

Slowly, making sure to draw it out, Ghost pulled his tongue away from Soap’s now gaping hole. Soap whined and clenched desperately around nothing.

Ghost yanked him around, positioning him so he was presenting. Soap arched his back like he was trained to do it, hiding his face in his arms as if embarrassed.

“Are you big?”

Ghost lined up, not answering verbally. Instead he just started to press himself inside.

Tight.

So tight.

His brain stopped functioning, only able to focus on thrusting more of himself in.

Soap panted in arousal and he spread his legs a little to give Ghost more room. Despite how big Ghost was, he made it look easy as his eyes rolled back. He whimpered once Ghost had almost finished sliding in.

“So big. What the Fuck.” Soap wiggled his ass enticingly and Ghost slammed in the last couple of inches. He wailed at the feeling and then broke off into little whimpers. “Splitting me open.”

Ghost’s head felt fuzzy from a mix of Soap’s compliments and the tight, hot thing around him. He was supposed to let him go for other people after this? No. He’d convince him to stay. Only Ghost got to enjoy this.

Maybe he could train him so he could only cum on his knot. Imagining Soap having to come back, sexually frustrated and needing something only Ghost could give him.

He finally started moving, now sure Soap wouldn’t break apart if he did.

“Soap right?”

“You can call me Johnny.” He said, looking blissful. Tears were running down his face and one hand was now pressed to his stomach where Ghost was. “Oh god, it’s so good. So much.” He cut himself off to scream as Ghost found something.

Ghost sped up and planted by his ear. He bit at his throat gently, slamming in over and over and over again.

Soap sobbed as he came all over himself, eyes rolling back. His legs were shaking so hard, they gave out, only held up by Ghost’s hands.

Soap sobbed harder when Ghost started to knot him. Ghost worried for a minute he might actually be hurting him until he heard the frantic pleading for him to break him open. He was clearly enjoying himself.

When he finished knotting him, he came, rocking insistently right against his prostate the whole time.

“There we go.” Ghost slapped his ass. “Told you, nice thighs were all I need. An accent doesn’t hurt.”

Soap nodded. “Aren’t you going to pull out?”

“You don’t want me to do that.”

Soap growled at him before shifting and gasping. “How long until your knot goes down?”

“Long enough for me to recover for round two.”

“And how long do you plan on keeping me here?” Soap sounded cheeky.

“As long as you’ll let me.”

Ghost proceeded to pin him to the wall and fuck several orgasms out of him. Soap barely seemed coherent towards the end, legs trying to keep Ghost moving.

Cum was running down Soap’s legs as Ghost continued, searching for his own release. He felt Soap shudder and cry into his shoulder.

“I can’t keep… Fucking hell, you’re going to drive me insane.”

Ghost picked up the place at that and Soap held him tight. He screamed properly when knotted this time, sensitive and sore and open enough that there was a sweet sting of pleasure to it and Ghost watched his cock twitch.

Soap stared at the ceiling, clearly trying his best to collect himself.

“So what position do you want to do next?”

Soap whimpered but when Ghost licked at his tears Im apology, he leaned in.

“Can we do it on the floor again? Me facing you this time?”

Done.

Ghost regretted not doing this first. Soap’s ankles were by his ears as he pounded into him. His whole body was getting more and more instinct driven. It was a shame Soap simply wasn’t capable of really coming anymore. The little masochist was still enjoying it, but he was tapped out.

That didn’t mean Ghost didn’t put all his effort into making him. Poor thing looked positively broken.

“Johnny.”

“Mmh.” Soap managed, clearly in a state of bliss.

“You alright?”

“Please keep knotting me.”

That was all Ghost needed. He adjusted his position and started to pound into him, making Soap twitch and clench around him with every thrust.

“You were made for this. Being bred by me. Wonder what everyone would think if they knew you. A great hunter was so easy.”

Soap whimpered And his cock started to leak again.

Ghost grinned. “Forgot to check the month and now does nothing but take a monster’s knot. Being bred and broken, yeah?”

Soap nodded immediately. “I want that. Yes.”

Ghost knotted him right then and there’s, watching him almost pass out as they came at the same time. He knew he could drag another one out of him.

“I’ll give it to you, Johnny. Don’t worry.”

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creedslove · 1 year

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AT GUNPOINT

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: you're Javier's favorite little whore and after a particular hard day at work, he wants to take the stress out on you

Warnings: dark(ish)!Javier, dub/con, gun play (yes, exactly what you are all thinking) f!masturbation, m!masturbation, ass play, a lot of dirty talk in spanish (i chose not to translate it because i got shy 👉👈) this is just porn without plot, absolutely filthy smut, probably the dirtiest thing I've ever written in my life

A/N: just as I said a few days ago, I was watching Narcos and my jaw dropped at the scene of Pablo Escobar having some gun play with his mistress but only because I kept thinking of Javier instead because let's face it, he would totally do it

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You hated Javier Peña. You hated him with passion. You hated everything about him, you hated his stupid tight clothes, that gross cigarette always pending from his lips, those brown eyes he always shot glances like a puppy at whoever he needed to take advantage from. You hated the fact he was a disgusting manwhore, that he often paid for sex, always using and discarding women as he pleased. And you absolutely hated how you became one of them.

He was like an addiction you couldn't get rid of, when you didn't have his naked body tied up to yours, his thick length inside of you, making you curl your toes and whimper his name, you felt repulse and anger. But when Javier touched you, that all disappeared in the blink of an eye, and all you wanted was more and more of him.

After the first few times you've slept together, you both realized you couldn't stay away, no matter what you thought or felt off the sheets, the attraction was too much. So of course, he came up with a deal. Weekends were yours. He didn't care what you did during the week nor gave you any account of what he did, however, those two days you were his and he was yours, and no one could come between the two of you. You were gifted a spare key to his apartment, to which you arrived early on Saturday morning, right in time to give his morning wood a happy ending, then, while he went to work, you were free to stay, hang out or run your errands as long as you were back by the time he was off duty, because then, from dusk till dawn, you were his little fuck doll and nothing else. You dreaded the weekends at the same time you spent Monday to Friday daydreaming about them, each passing day it seemed the puddle on your panties got bigger.

Most of the time Javier was in a good mood, he was cheeky, flirty and treated you like a princess, his princesa as best as a jerk like him could. But there were times he wasn't so warm, usually when problems from work got the best of him and he couldn't let them go, then, you weren't his princesa anymore, you were just his puta, and no matter how hard you tried telling yourself you hated it, your body responded differently, you fucking loved it.

That weekend was one of those where he brought darkness within, you had no idea what happened and it was no use asking, he wouldn't tell anyway. You knew it was bad though, as Javier stared at you with eyes darkened, not only from lust, but also anger. He wasn't angry with you, but you were definitely the one who would take it all out, especially when he spotted the new slutty lingerie hanging on your body. The previous week he'd given you money and telling you to buy the two of you something pretty. You knew what it meant and you told him to fuck off, as you were not one of his hookers. However, after a lot of sweet talking, he got you convinced, so a week later you stood in front of him in nothing but lacey and you could tell he approved, even if he was still in his bad, dark mood.

Peña pulled you by the hips, gluing your body to his as his rough hands went down your back and rested on your ass, rubbing it gently and finally spanking it, leaving a reddish mark on it. Then, you felt your lips joined by his, in a rough kiss, hungry and intense, he didn't care if he left bruises, you were his and he could do whatever be wanted with you and your perfect body. You felt how his mustache tickled your skin, making his way down your neck, his lips being replaced by his teeth, biting you and once more leaving his mark on your skin.

The heat on your lower stomach was increasing by second and you felt the wet patch between your legs every time you moved slightly. He got you soaked just by acting like an animal. Javier stared into your eyes and silently pulled your bra down, exposing your breasts.

"Ay si, princesa, dejáme sus tetas" He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, he knew you understood enough of what he said, and even if you didn't, you knew it was just dirty, and that was all that mattered to him.

Javi brushed his nose softly against your chest going furthered and sinking his face between your breasts while both of his hands held your tits, squeezing them softly and stroking your hard nipples before pinching them and getting a whimper from your mouth. He took his lips to each nipple, kissing it and licking them. Javier rolled your nipple in his tongue, suckling on them as your body trembled and you grabbed his hair, pulling it softly wanting more of him. You called out his name, as your clit throbbed and ached for his touch.

You were so caught on the moment you didn't even noticed his gun against your neck. You widened your eyes and gasped, but he just shushed you and pecked your lips gently this time.

"Don't worry about Y/N, I won't hurt you, you trust me, don't you princesa? You are my cariño, I would never hurt you" he whispered and asked you to lie down.

You obeyed him, not daring to say a word, you only kissed him back, taking a deep breath and waiting for Javi's next move.

"You'll like it, hermosa, just trust me" he reinforced his words and you felt the cold metal of his gun running down your warm skin. You held your breath and Javi chuckled "shh I already told you, I'll never hurt you, mi Reina" he winked and traced down your skin with the tip of his gun, watching as you bit your lips. He kept on tracing your skin down until he reached your core. You were so wet by then your panties were damp, he smirked at the sight and rubbed his gun up and down against your clit, you moaned out loud, calling his name

"T-that's enough Javi, please…" you begged but only earned a slap against your clit, which made you moan one more time.

"It's enough when I tell you it's enough" his voice got a serious tone and his free hand lowered your panties, exposing your skin to him. Your pussy glistened with your juices, your clit already puffed and throbbing for that man who was clearly no good.

"You have a very pretty pussy, baby girl. Me encanta su culo también" he kissed your clit very gently, spreading your ass cheeks and taking a good luck at your hole.

You relaxed a little, letting him explore your body like Peña had done so many times, only to tense up once more as he got his gun and took it to your pussy, stroking your clit up and down with it.

"Watch it as I gun fuck you, princesa, you say you're scared but you're so fucking wet" he continued his motions until you moved your hips along.

Javier watched your body mesmerized, loving absolutely every single second of your pleasure. When he noticed you were too close, he stopped, leaning against your body and showing you his gun, its tip glistened with your wetness

"I'm gonna need this clean, hermosa, come on, taste yourself" he held your chin in a strong grip and seemed pleased to see your mouth opening. You hesitated for a while, but knew you had no choice. You swallowed her before letting your tongue slide through the tip of the gun, gathering your juices and tasting yourself. Javi smiled at how obedient you were and finally put the gun away, placing it back in the holder.

He gripped your hair while he kissed you once more, this time, tasting your honey mixed in your tongues. He was glad he found the perfect little whore for his use, he broke the kiss and stroked your cheek softly.

"Now, I'm gonna lie back and watch your show, go ahead, put on my favorite show, cariño, hágalo como una de mis putas, I might even pay you for the good service tomorrow, and I know you'll fucking love it" he got comfortable against his pillow and waited for your turn. You knew exactly what Javier wanted, he always enjoyed watching you masturbate, there was something about you fucking yourself he was just fascinated by.

Opening your legs for him, you got in a comfortable position and began touching yourself, taking your fingers to your clit, rubbing it gently at first as you spread your wetness through your cunt. Your lips spread wide as you played with your sensitive bud before sinking your fingers as deep as you were able to, fucking yourself for him to see.

Javier was more than turned on and freed his cock, not handling how painfully hard he was, his pre cum glistened on his tip, and he used his thumb to spread it softly before pumping his cock into his fist, at the same pace and speed as your fingers went deeper inside of you.

"No te olvides de tu culo, princesa" he commanded you, wanting to see you fully for him. You nodded, biting your lips and rolled onto your stomach, getting on your knees, ass up in the air, on all four for him to watch you finger your pussy. You took a break, showing him how your clit throbbed on its own, from being stimulated like that and spread your ass cheek as wide as you could, Javier loved your ass, almost as much as he loved your pussy and let out a groan as you clenched your tight asshole for him.

"Just like that hermosa, show me everything" he said at the same time you soaked your fingers in your juices and spread it all over your hole, clenching it a few times as you relaxed it slowly, placing one finger inside shyly at first and then a second one, stretching yourself for his pleasure. Javier pumped his cock faster at the sight of you finger fucking your ass now, his balls quivered and his tip was so sensitive he felt he could shoot his load at any moment. He wasn't going to last long, so he snapped your hand away and pulled you to his lap, kissing you hungrily. As you looked for support so you wouldn't lose balance, you touched his sides and felt the bullets in his pocket. His gun wasn't loaded after all, but you didn't care at that point, one way or another, you knew Javi wouldn't hurt you.

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A/N: 💦💦💦

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mischievous-marchie · 2 years

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Arkhamverse Dork Squad having romance with their fem!therapist at Arkham in secret?

I went the route of starting the relationships, but I would be into the idea of expanding on these eventually!

Arkham!Dork Squad x Therapist!Reader Headcanons

SFW, secret relationship, power dynamic, shift in power dynamic, varying degrees of manipulation by the dorks

Jervis Tetch

The last thing Jervis wants is to be sent back to Arkham. It's a hellish place and nothing good has ever happened to him there.

That is until he has his first session with you.

You're not like the other doctors he's spoken to. You always have a kind word and genuinely seem to be trying to understand him.

He falls fast and hard. By your third session, he's already making his feelings known..

You think he's... Sweet. Charming, even. You'd be lying if you said there wasn't an attraction there, but... It would be highly unprofessional.

You're also aware of his history of being manipulated. With your position as his therapist, you're afraid of inadvertently taking advantage of him.

That doesn't stop him from trying to woo you.

Complimenting your appearance at the start of each session, slipping in hidden words of endearment when answering your questions.

Even giving you small gifts he makes from the few little crafting materials he's allowed to have. Usually origami.

You're falling for him. You'd lose your job if anyone found out.

The appropriate thing would be to transfer him to someone else, but you're afraid of how he'd react to the switch. He's been doing so well and you'd hate for him to lose that progress.

Looks like you have an important decision to make.

He greets you with his usual fondness and the gift of a paper flower.

"Jervis. We need to talk about... This," you say, holding up the gift you'd just received from him.

"About my affection?" He giggles, leaning forward in his chair. "Ah, doctor doctor. A glimpse of perfection! I certainly hope you have no objection..."

"I don't," you confess. And that's exactly the problem. "You know what that means, don't you?"

"Well. I believe it means," the Hatter grins ear to ear, clapping as he delivers his excited response. "The courtship has been successful! Now... When shall we have the wedding? I believe Spring is-"

"It means I can't be your therapist anymore, Jervis!"

His smile fades. A looked of panicked realization fills his eyes.

"You're... Leaving me?"

"No, I'm. I don't know what I'm doing, honestly."

Every idea you could think of to handle this while still keeping contact was flawed. Handing him over to another therapist would limit you to visiting hours. You'd barely see each other.

You couldn't just sign his release papers before he was ready either. And breaking him out was an absolute no-go.

He takes your hand in his. "Doctor, dear... Oh, can't you see? You're the only one who can understand me."

You realize that he's right. The other doctors don't get him. Don't respect him. They'd just as soon lock him away and forgot about him as look at him.

You can't leave him in someone else's hands. A secret relationship with your favorite patient it is then. Sealed, of course, with a kiss.

And to think you were worried about manipulating him.

Jonathan Crane

Jon seems... Indifferent toward you at the start of the session. All things considered, that doesn't really bother you.

You're more concerned when he starts turning the questions around on you. Asking you about your fears. You know he's done this with other doctors and it never ends well.

Usually they try to resist and end up playing directly into his hand regardless. He knows what he's doing, and if he's going to get his answers anyway...

You decide to try something different.

"Alright. We'll take turns. For each of my questions you answer honestly, I'll answer one of yours."

This surprises him somewhat. At least if the quirked brow is anything to go by.

He knows what you're trying to do here, and he honestly finds it naïve. Still... Something new, if nothing else. Sure. He'll play along.

"What kind of man was your father?" "How's your sleep? Fitful?" You go back and forth like this for a while.

He was expecting your first few questions. The basics that every doctor here uses to get a feel for their patient. But you manage to through a few curve balls as well. And he has to answer them or you'll deny him what he's looking for.

Perhaps you're not as naïve as he initially thought. A simple "well played, doctor," at the end of the session is as close as he'll come to admitting he's impressed.

Your following sessions follow a similar patterns. He tells you what you want to know, you tell him what he wants to know. It's a dangerous game you're playing, but a risk you're willing to take for even the smallest chance at progress.

You don't know when your mutual analysis of each other took a turn toward conversing like old friends, but somehow it made sense. You each knew things about the other that no one else did. As crazy as it sounded, there was a kind of trust there now.

Initially, that building of trust had been a part of Jon's plan. A way he could control you. What he hadn't planned on was his developing respect for you.

Respect that made it a whole lot harder for him to take advantage of that trust. But not impossible. A minor setback at worst, he assures himself. One he will overcome.

Or so he thinks, until the delay in his plans leaves just enough time for respect to develop into something more.

He's... Not happy with this development to say the least.

You notice during one of your sessions that he's quieter. Observing you more than usual.

You know him well enough to know that something's troubling him. And you bet your ass that as his therapist and friend, you're going to question him on it.

He evades the question at first, turning the questions around on you like he did in your first session.

And just like your first session, you bring out your now tried and true method. "I'll answer one of your questions. But you have to answer mine."

You even give him first question to sweeten the deal.

He trails off in thought, looking you over one last time before asking. "How's your sleep?"

"You've asked me that one before," you point out.

"Answer it."

"...Better, lately. Since we started having our talks," you confess.

There's a beat of silence. How rare it must be for the fearful Scarecrow to hear he'd had a positive impact on someone's sleep.

"Now," you tell him. "You have to answer my question. What's bothering you?"

"Unfortunately for us both, doctor," he finally answers. A curse on his plans, and certainly a curse on the recipient of his feelings. "It would seem that I'm in love with you."

You stare at him in silence, unable to find the words. As unprofessional as it may be, the feeling is mutual.

In lieu of a verbal response, you kiss him on the cheek, marking the beginning of a new secret between you.

Edward Nygma

As expected, he's highly antagonistic during your first session. There is nothing wrong with him, he insists, and your attempts to 'help' him are going to be a fruitless endeavor.

Needless to say, he doesn't like you.

Expect a lot of sarcasm, insults, and passive aggression.

You don't let it get to you though. Your job is to listen to him and help him work through his problems. Not that the man believes he has any problems, and he will lash out if you bring it up.

So you don't. You try to be more subtle.

You listen to him talk. You compliment him on his intelligence and insight, always toeing that line between validating him and just feeding his ego.

And honestly, you do believe he's brilliant. His potential is endless and you have no doubt that he could do just about anything he put his mind to.

Over time the barbed insults begin to fade, replaced by... Well, backhanded compliments.

"You know? You're not NEARLY as intellectually shortsighted as those other doctors I've spoken to. Why... I'm even beginning to believe you may possess a brain under that pretty little cranium of yours."

"Um... Thanks?"

No one said it would be easy, but you take this as a sign that he's warming up to you.

This is all but confirmed when he gifts you a puzzle box.

Where he got it, you have no idea. But his trust in you not to tell about the contraband item, not to mention the fact he would gift you something at all speaks volumes.

...Unless it's a trap.

"My dear, if I wished to entrap you, the means would be far more intricate than this."

Really. What do you take him for?

You think he couldn't turn your entire office into a deathtrap if he wanted to? Now that would be an endeavor worthy of his genius. And you'd never suspect a thing!

But no, he doesn't want you dead. He likes you doesn't want to waste his valuable time adjusting to a new therapist.

You keep the puzzle box secret, even as the guard arrive to take Eddie back to his cell.

And the moment you're alone, you start to work on it. You don't know what's driving you, but you're determined to solve it before your next session with him.

It takes... Longer than you expected. In hindsight, you suppose a puzzle from the Riddler wasn't going to be easy.

But little by little, you work at it, counting the days until you see Eddie again.

It's not until the final day that you manage to solve it. The box clicks open to reveal what is, essentially, a miniature Riddler trophy and the word 'CONGRATULATIONS' written in green across the bottom of the box.

Just in time to hear the knock at your office door. The guards bringing him in for his weekly session.

"I see you've solved it, doctor."

You nod your head, giving a hum of acknowledgement.

"And how long did it take you, might I ask?" he questions, eyeing you expectantly.

"I confess... I've been working on it all week."

A satisfied chuckle. "Then my estimations were correct. But then, that's hardly a surprise."

"Really, Ed? Another shot at my intelligence?" You quirk a brow. Your accusation is calm, but firm. "I take it this was an attempt to prove my stupidity."

He laughs at the insinuation, barking out an amused, "NO!"

You already know his opinions on the limited intellect of... Well, anyone who isn't him. Although the curse you bear isn't quite so heavy.

"Alright... But the way you're talking makes it sound like this wasn't just some random gift."

"Sharp as ever, doctor!"

"Then what? What was the point of this?"

"Mm... Think of it as... A little distraction. A way to keep you thinking about me until we could meet again."

He. Wanted to keep you thinking about him. You freeze at the implication, and you have to admit... That was smooth.

"Eddie. You know I'm your therapist. We can't-"

"Really? Because your eagerness to solve my puzzle. To IMPRESS me, and don't deny it doctor! I could see it in your eyes; tells me that we're already beyond a professional relationship."

The dawning realization that he's right consumes you. You had been trying to impress him. It had been the driving force behind your tireless efforts. The reason you couldn't just leave it alone.

You wanted his attention. And he wanted yours.

"So. You have another puzzle for me this week, I hope."

"I might have something... Trade you for a kiss."

You laugh quietly before allowing your lips to meet his. You know your job's on the line, but it's a risk you're willing to take.

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heich0e · 2 years

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bff!osamu series

Osamu's used to being mistaken for Atsumu.

Even though he doesn't see the resemblance--his eyes are different, and his hair's a darker shade than his brother's--the two of them were constantly mistaken for each other when they were young. They used to use it to their advantage at any possible opportunity, switching back and forth to cover for the other whenever it was convenient or would cause a bit of trouble.

The mistakes stopped for the most part in high school when they dyed their hair--Osamu had dyed his first, and then Atsumu had complained until the younger twin helped him bleach his too, though the older twin insists it was the opposite. Now as adults it's a rare occurrence, if ever, that the two are mistaken for one another.

But not completely impossible.

"Atsumu-chan!" the little old lady behind the counter of a convenience store just around the corner from Atsumu's apartment greets Osamu cheerfully as he steps through the door.

He doesn't bother correcting her, seeing as she's about 100 years old, and just smiles politely and bows in greeting before stepping towards the refrigerators to retrieve the 6-pack of beer he'd come in search of. She calls out a few questions to him as he finds his purchase, which he answers on Atsumu's behalf.

Have you been well? Yes ma'am, and you?

Are you eating? More than I oughta.

How's your wife?

Osamu pauses as he puts the beers down on the counter, his head tilting to the side.

"Wife?" He chuckles and then clears his throat.

"Yes, is she well?" The auntie behind the counter tilts her head to the side, smiling so the wrinkles at the corner of her eyes look even more pronounced.

There's only one girl that Atsumu has around enough to possibly be mistaken for his wife.

You.

"Yes, she's doing well," Osamu says quietly.

"Oh, I'm glad to hear. The last time she was in with you she wouldn't stop complaining about how busy you are! I hope you're taking care of a pretty young thing like her." The lady sends Osamu a pointed look, but there's warmth to it.

"I always do," Osamu assures her, meaning it.

He pays for his purchases, promises to say hello to you (his wife), and ducks out the door with one final bow of thanks.

His heart is pounding by the time he makes it to Atsumu's apartment, plastic bag gripped tightly in his hand. He lets himself in with the passcode Atsumu had given him the day he moved into the fancy unit downtown.

You're seated on the kitchen counter when he arrives, having toed off his shoes in the genkan, and Atsumu is standing flush against your thigh as your legs dangle down in front of you.

"Hey!" you greet him with a smile, and it does absolutely nothing to quiet the thrum of his pulse.

"Hey," he nods to both you and his brother, shuffling over to the fridge to put his drinks inside. He sets them on a low shelf, but not before helping himself to one of the cans. He cracks it open and takes a long drink.

"Take it easy, killer. No one else is even here yet!" you call from behind him.

"Yer one to talk." Atsumu snorts from behind him as well, and then Osamu can hear some shuffling and a laugh as he's sure you took a swipe at the blonde.

"Why does the auntie at the konbini down the road think yer married?"

Osamu turns to face you both, and finds you both looking away guiltily.

"It's Tsumu's fault!" you confess after a mere quirk of Osamu's brow--the pressure of his interrogation too much for you to bear. "He keeps telling people we're married, or engaged!"

"Hey! You went along with it!" Atsumu guffaws, a look of betrayal on his face.

"That was one time! And it was only because you told me the restaurant would bring us free dessert!"

Osamu watches as you and his brother squabble back and forth, silently wondering how anyone could ever mistake the two of you for a married couple.

"As if I'd ever marry ya anyway!" Atsumu sticks his tongue out at you and your jaw drops.

"Jerk!" You swat at him again but he dodges it, skittering away as he giggles to himself triumphantly.

You're left pouting in his wake.

"He's an ass," you mutter sullenly, arms crossing over your chest.

"You're the one who married him," Osamu replies, tipping his beer back to take another drink.

You shoot him a look.

"I'd never marry that airhead. Don't even know why I went along with it in the first place. All you Miyas ever do is get me into trouble," you say, shaking your head disapprovingly.

Osamu shuffles over to you, taking the spot his brother had just vacated. You lean towards Osamu's beer, and he tilts it back so you can take a sip. He watches the delicate bob of your throat as you swallow, and then the grimace that pulls at your features as the aftertaste washes over you--you've never liked beer.

"Don't let that scrub tarnish the Miya name," Osamu says in reply to your earlier comment, and you laugh a little.

"What, you think you'd make a better husband?"

There's a drop of beer clinging to the edge of your lip that Osamu is using every modicum of his self restraint not to lean forward and taste for himself. Your tongue peeks out to lick it away before his thoughts can get the better of him.

"Do you even have to ask?" Osamu replies.

You laugh, and nod a little, and the simple gesture makes Osamu's chest ache. Do you think he'd be a better husband? Do you agree? Have you thought about it? About him?

"Well, next time the two of us go out to dinner you can fake propose to get us free dessert and then I'll let you know how you compare," you joke.

But it's not a joke to Osamu. At least not to his heart that leaps beneath his ribs at the mere thought of getting down on one knee, of putting a ring on your finger, of the world knowing that you're his.

"I'll hold ya to it," Osamu says, in place of the thousands of other words that beg to be spoken on the tip of his tongue.

You smile, reaching for his can of beer again and then abandoning the motion halfway through.

"I have no idea how you can stand that." You scrunch up your nose, hopping down from the counter and shuffling towards the fridge to get a drink of your own.

Osamu watches you as you cross the room, and the way the light from the refrigerator bathes your face in a pale blue glow.

"Neither do I," he says quietly, and then takes another sip of his bitter drink.

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Hi! really love how you work angst to happy endings in your stories, they’re written so well! Can I request a story that goes something like this?:

Let’s say the guys are having a hard time progressing at a certain point in Eddie’s campaign and one of them suggests to take a peek at Eddie’s notebook for some hints and they ask reader if she could help distract Eddie. When they almost get caught reader ends up kissing Eddie to distract him from seeing one of the guys. The kiss kinda gets heated for both of them but once the coast is clear reader abruptly stops the kiss and leaves but now Eddie suddenly has heart eyes for reader and tries to romance her after. she does fall for him until he finds out the truth about the kiss and gets all upset thinking she doesn’t like him at all.

Idk what else but please make it a happy ending! Hehe thank you!

I love this! Absolutely. I hope this is what you wanted :)

Never proofread

Y/N has been part of Hellfire for a few months now, and Eddie has been stuck on her since. He used his leader status to convince her she needed to be seated next to him at all campaigns, an excuse to be near her at all times. But he also didn't want a relationship, so he didn't try to become anything more.

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The club were growing frustrated, every week they played Eddie's campaign and struggled to make progress. Finding themselves stuck and no idea of the direction to go.

They tried to talk about their ideas when Eddie was gone, but he'd always find out what they were planning. Snickering that their ideas would not be successful. Every idea led to failure.

Now the club sat in the hellfire room, thinking hard of what the next step would be. Eddie ran to use the restroom, knowing his sheep needed time to plan their next move.

"This is impossible....maybe we need to cheat." Mike thought out loud. The rest of the club snapped to look at him.

"Are you crazy? He would actually kill us." Dustin replied. He truly thought Mike had lost his mind.

"But honestly it's all we got. There's no way we are going to make any progress without any sort of direction and you know he isn't going to give it to us." Lucas added.

Dustin felt wrong about cheating and Y/N did too.

"I don't know. He works really hard and that's an easy way out." She said, she didn't want to discredit all of Eddie's hard work.

"It's the only option." Mike said. Reaching forward to snatch Eddie's notebook.

The club quickly read through the notes, knowing Eddie would walk back in at any second.

Dustin quickly wrote down what he thinks would be helpful and used it to their advantage.

"Quick he's coming!" Mike rushed out

Dustin tried to write as fast as he could, "Just a lit-" But the door opened, and Eddie came walking in.

His eyes landed on the club suspiciously huddled together over the table.

"What are you guys doing?" Eddie asked, trying to get closer to peek

The club panicked, "Y/N do something." Lucas whispered in her ear.

Her mind blanked she didn't know what to do, but his heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer.

She panicked, feeling his body inches away, if he got any closer he would see what they were doing.

"Hey, I a-" Eddie was caught off when Y/N smashed her lips on his. He felt his body go into shock, her lips were warm and soft. Something he didn't really think about, but now he knew it was all he was going to think about.

Her hands were in his hair, his tongue slipping into her mouth. He was running his hands all around her body, craving to touch her and touch her everywhere.

She whined as he rolled his tongue against hers, a deep groan leaving his throat as she tugged on his hair.

Dustin cleared his throat, alerting Y/N that he finished writing down the notes.

The sound knocked her back to reality, and she pulled away. Her face was on fire as she refused to look at him.

Eddie blinked watching as she sat down like nothing even happened.

~~~

A few days passed since the kiss, and neither has talked about it. The club acted as if the kiss never happened. Eddie was starting to think maybe she found it a mistake.

Eddie craved her more and more. He feels he has fallen for her even more. He wanted her, but he fears she doesn't want him.

The club was successful in completing the mission. And to celebrate, the club went to dinner. Eddie sat across from Y/N, at the end of the table. The rest of the club was stuffed in the booth next to them.

The club was talking about their big win, with cheers all around. Eddie was proud of his club but curious as to how they pulled it off.

"How did you guys do it? You went from being so behind to knowing everything." Eddie said, looking at his club suspiciously.

"We might have cheated," Dustin admitted. He felt ashamed and he needed to get it off of his chest.

"When?" Eddie asked he had a feeling something like that happened, but he wasn't mad.

"When you were tongue deep in Y/N's mouth." Mike laughed

The club laughed but Y/N shrunk in her seat, Eddie's eyes snapping to her instantly. A hurt expression crossed his face.

She kissed him so they could cheat?

She didn't like him at all

"Oh? So that kiss was just a distraction?" Eddie asked. The shakiness in his voice made her look right back at him, guilt in her stomach.

He took her silence as an answer, "I'm gonna go smoke." He snapped, moving out of the booth.

He stormed out of the restaurant, not looking back as he leaned against the wall to light his cigarette. He felt like an idiot, of course, she wouldn't like him. She was way too good for a loser like him.

Y/N felt horrible watching him through the window, "Should I talk to him?" She asked

The group looked between her and Eddie, Dustin was the first to speak up

"I think you should."

She nodded and removed herself from the booth.

A gross pit in her stomach as she found Eddie against the wall.

"Hey, can we talk?" She asked

"About?" Eddie shrugged

"The kiss" She muttered out

"Didn't mean anything, so what is there to talk about?" He asked, inhaling the smoke as he stared at her.

"Eddie, look it wasn't like that. Yes, I kissed you as a distraction, but it wasn't nothing." She admitted

"No, I get it. You kissed me so you guys could cheat. No care about my feelings about anything of it." Eddie snapped, rolling his eyes.

"I knew cheating was wrong and disrespectful to you, and we shouldn't have done it. And it was wrong to kiss you out of nowhere, and as a distraction. And I'm sorry for that." She said

"I appreciate the apology." He said she hated that he had no emotion on his face or behind his voice.

She figured that was the end of it, nodding to herself as she went to head inside, but he stopped her.

"Why was your first thought to kiss me?" He asked, he hoped in some way she was attracted to him or even liked him.

She got shy at the question, feeling her face warm as she thought it over.

"Because I've always wanted to." She shyly admitted. Her hands were in her pockets as she looked up at him

The shock on his face was clear to see, the cigarette hanging from his lip as he stared at her.

He didn't expect her to actually be into him.

"Did you kiss back because you wanted to? Or so I wouldn't embarrass myself?"

"I wanted to." He admitted, smashing his cigarette into the concrete, as he smiled in her direction.

She smiled back, a new atmosphere enclosing them.

"Can you do it again?" She asked, stepping forward as she leaned in.

He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting up her chin with his finger.

Meeting her lips halfway, his stomach fluttered at the familiar feeling of her lips.

She tasted his cigarette, and she loved it. The kiss felt dirty and hot. Their bodies crave each other and now they can give in.

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I Begin to Desire You. Call it Playing with Fire

Starring: Nakamoto Yuta, Kim Doyoung and Jung Jaehyun

Genre- Vampires, Supernatural, Poly Relationships, Smut, Angst, Slight Fluff, Jealously, and Strangers to Lovers.

Warning: Y/n’s age is not said but implied she is a little older, Yuta, Doyoung, and Jaehyun however are older than her. Also, there is mention of stalking but Y/n is not harmed or taken advantage of. An Animal Death scene will take place. Smut will take place in Part Two of this mini-series.

P.S. I will not have an eighteen-year-old date a 100-year-old man no matter how good-looking he is.

Loosely based on Favorite (Vampire)- Nct 127

This is a work of fiction.

12k Words

Enjoy:)

They watched you through their window like they had for the past couple of nights. They watched every night as you fixed your hair in front of your vanity readying for bed. You living in what you assumed was a safe neighborhood did not shy away from leaving the curtains apart, and your window ajar allowing a gentle breeze to flow in.

The men across the street used this to justify their actions. Watching as you applied creams to your face and body. Drooling at the sight of you slightly picking up your purple nightgown exposing your legs to the darkness. The moon is the only source of light they used to see your freshly clean warm skin. You applied the cream to your soft skin massaging it into your calf. Your dim lights created a warm hue on your skin. They could smell the sweet smells of your lotions through your window to theirs.

They'd do anything to be the one there massaging you instead. Making sure you were taken care of and had the best creams and lotions money could buy for your skin. They knew you tasted as good as you smelled. So sweet under their noses so much so their hearts burned at the feeling of you finishing your bedtime routine in your bathroom. When you returned your lips were covered in lip blam smelling of strawberries, the younger man's favorite fruit when he was once mortal. Now he can no longer taste the sweet, delicious fruit. Instead, he had to live his fantasies by smelling the scent of your lips.

They could smell your cat as well. The black feline that lay at the end of your bed.

The pair could unfortunately also smell your boyfriend. They sneered when he walked through the door every night still wearing his disgusting, old, and wrinkly work clothes. Top salesman at his job yet he couldn't afford better work pants or shirts. Their noses burned as well as their eyes at his scent. His smell was a mixture of sweat and a lady's perfume, they knew immediately was not yours, you'd never wear something so cheap.

They absolutely despised your boyfriend. They wanted nothing more than to steal him and cut his throat, drain him of his blood. But they didn’t, they knew you’d never love them if they took him. So they waited for you patiently, watching you through your window. You didn't bother greeting your boyfriend, he usually never responded, and when he did it was with a hum or a huh. He disappeared into the bathroom where he'd be in there for hours doing who knows what. Over the last few months, you had gone to bed alone. The pairs of eyes that lay on you through your window were another story.

Every time you felt like you were being watched you'd look towards your window and see nothing but trees and an empty road. Sometimes you might even see an Owl sitting on a branch. You had believed your mind was playing tricks on you. The cool wind and the hairs that rose on the back of your neck when you hesitantly looked towards your bedroom window. Or the cold sweats you'd get in the middle of the night from the oddest dreams. You assumed it was just the night taking advantage of your dreams as it did to everyone else.

Only this time tonight when you looked out your window passed the trees and straight to the window across from yours. The hairs on the back of your neck stood tall, you saw the shadows looking towards your direction.

Maybe your dreams were true, you thought feeling your body heat start to fade. Pairs of eyes on you glow in the darkness like animals stalking their prey. Were you safe under your covers from these monsters? you questioned. They didn’t turn away or keep their stares hidden. Instead, they continued to watch. The darkness that fell upon you didn’t allow you to see their faces. The moon only presents them with the sight of you. You shuddered, watching as one pair of eyes came closer staring deep into your soul. The flush of the toilet caught your attention. Your boyfriend emerged from the bathroom. You quickly closed the curtains turning back to your bed. Your boyfriend raised a brow but decided he was too tired to ask what your deal was. He grabbed his charger and walked out of your bedroom heading towards the living room where he stayed most nights. You were used to his distance not fazed by the fact you were alone while your boyfriend slept on a couch. You fell asleep pulling the blanket up to your face and covering your body.

The men still watched feeling proud of themselves for finally gathering your attention.

"Maybe she will dream of us tonight," one said closing the dark curtains to his bedroom. His mind and body relaxed to the sounds of your faint breath as you fell to sleep.

The morning arrived as quickly as the night with your boyfriend already off to work. You as well working from home in your own office just downstairs. Gathering everything you needed you made your way to your home office writing down ideas for a book. You had always been a talented writer, every teacher you've ever had told you so. Each encouraging you to write a book, your talent could not be wasted. So after procreating for long enough two years ago, you wrote your first book. You were lucky enough that it was a success, success that allowed you to live in this beautiful home with a boyfriend which you dislike. You don't even know why you still date him. One of the villains in your last book was based loosely on him and how arrogant and selfish he was. You needed to leave him you just didn't know how.

You sat at your desk typing away on your computer jotting down ideas for your new story. Lost in a trance of your fingers and mind working quickly against the keyboard you heard your doorbell ring. You ignored it like always going back to fiercely typing against the keyboard making sure no detail went missing. When the doorbell rang again you huffed in annoyance. You stood up pushing in your chair and rubbing your neck as you left your cramped office.

Sliding on your slippers you checked your peephole. A man stood in front of your door with dark black hair. You checked him out seeing his hands in his pockets as he patiently waited for the door to open. He chewed on his lip patting his exposed fingers on his slacks. Confused you looked to the left seeing a woman holding an umbrella over his head. Your lip rose and your eyes squinted, this guy really didn't want a tan you thought.

Debating on whether or not to walk away and ignore him you heard the doorbell ring again. Sighing you opened the front door ajar only letting a small part of your head peek through. The tall, lean man greeted you with a smile a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. "Hello," he said rather dapper. He waved his hand as the other remained over his stomach. He blinked a couple of times waiting for you to respond.

Still confused about who this man was you continued to navigate your focus between him and the random lady he brought with him. "It's nice to meet you," he said attempting to steal your focus but failing. You waved your hand motioning him to stop as you continued to check him out. "Who are you?" You asked nodding your chin. He bowed politely wearing a grin on his face.

"How could I have been so rude? My apologies Miss, I am Kim Doyoung. I live next door," he bowed then pointed to the manor next to your home. You nodded checking out the exterior of his chateau before you turned back to the lady. "Who's this?" you asked motioning to the lady. "Ah Ah forgive me," he placed his hand on his chest then motioned to the lady beside him. "This is my assistant Irene. She travels everywhere with me," the woman remained silent just nodding her head in approval. You did the same checking her out one last time.

You looked back at Doyoung who was already looking at you. "What brings you here?" you asked. Doyoung waved his hands remembering the news he had to deliver. He motioned to Irene to give him something. She dug into her pocket and he motioned her to hurry up. When she glared at him he stopped waiting patiently for her to finish. When she had successfully found what she was looking for she pulled it out of her jacket pocket handing you an envelope. Doyoung sighed wanting to be the one to give it to you.

"This is for a dinner party I am hosting tonight. If you can please come," He slightly pleaded holding his slender hands together. You twisted your brows holding the white envelope with the red stamp in your hands. You huffed checking out the piece of paper and nodding your head. Doyoung grinned excited you'd be joining them. "I'll think about it," you said looking up at him and then Irene. His grin fell replaced with a disappointed sigh. His head fell looking away from your eyes. He nodded understandingly patting Irene on the shoulder to leave.

"If you can please come," Was the last he said before he disappeared with Irene into what you assumed was his car. You closed your front door returning back to your office upstairs. You placed the closed envelope on your desk next to an open notebook, notes jotted down on the paper. You continued to work on your book as the invitation lay flat on your desk. The invitation had laid there until later afternoon when you finally decided to take a break.

Going to get your second cup of coffee you picked up the letter holding it in your hands. The paper wrinkled from being tossed on the floor so many times when you elbowed your notebook and the paper flew to the ground. The red stamp closes the letter from being opened with hard as a rock. You wouldn't be able to open it without a sharp object. You opened one of your many draws picking up a box cutter. Using it you opened the envelope to an invitation.

Dear reader, We are hosting a small dinner party tonight. We would be the utmost grateful if you attended our party. The dress could be business casual, but you may come as you, please. Your presents are welcomed at the hour of blue, just before sunset. We hope to see you there dear neighbor.

-D.

This man must be really into events, he writes like an old man he must've been doing this for a long time you thought. You checked the time seeing you had a couple more hours before sunsets. Holding the paper in your hands you read the letter again chewing on your bottom lip and deciding whether to go or not. "It could be fun," You thought out loud. You looked over at your cat who sat by the window.

You walked over gathering it in your arms and petting it. You still had much left to do with your story. You had given yourself a deadline that by fall you would be complete, it was already late Summer. You sighed petting the cat's black fur, It purred in your hands rubbing against your stomach. "Lucy what do you think?" you asked the cat who could only stare at you in response. It blinked its eyes looking away from you. You chuckled looking out towards the window and seeing the trees just outside your home.

"Maybe I will go," you said out loud petting Lucy. You kept your stare towards the distance allowing yourself to relax seeing the sun shine brightly, not a cloud in sight. You turned back to your desktop sighing. You set your cat aside its tail swaying side to side as it lay on the window watching you sit down and continue your work.

It was around four when your boyfriend came home from work exhausted. He threw his jacket aside falling on the couch. He took off his shoes and ran a hand through his brown hair. Letting out a puff of air as he shut his eyes for a moment. Your cat coming down the stairs stole his moment of silence.

He grimaced at the cat watching as it swayed its tail walking through the living room to its bed. It stared at your boyfriend not bothering to lay on him or cuddle with him. He disliked your boyfriend Jeno too, the feeling was mutual. You came downstairs seeing your boyfriend sitting lazily on the couch. You shook your head deciding whether or not to tell him about the dinner party later on. He only had an hour and forty minutes to get prepared for it and he hasn't exactly been easy to work.

"Jeno," You called from the bottom of the staircase. He hummed shutting his eyes again trying to enjoy any bit of silence he could get. You walked closer entering the living space. "All the people in the area have been invited next door to a dinner party tonight. It starts in about two hours so if you want to come be ready to go by then," you said placing a hand on your hip. He sighed opening his eyes again his peace disturbed by you. He sat up lifting himself off the couch and walking past you. You rolled your eyes turning back up the stairs, your cat standing up and following behind you.

At the blue hour, you were ready to go. You picked up the innovation just in case you needed it to enter. You took a glance at it placing it in your purse. Then for a moment, your heart jumped. You reached into your bag pulling it out. You checked the invitation reading it closely. It had changed. The dress code and the decoration of the paper. The once red and white invitation was now red and gold. You read it closely business casual turned into a full-on gown.

Dear reader, My brothers and I invite you tonight to join us for a dinner party we will be hosting. The party with start at the hour of blue and will be held at our home. The theme is a sexy masquerade, so come in your best-dressed suits and dresses. Attendance is welcomed but not mandatory.

P.S. If you do not have a mask one will be provided for you Also, drinks will be served so don't bring your kids. -Y

So Doyoung didn't write this? You thought of seeing the letter Y instead of D like the letter from earlier. Still shaken by the sudden change of everything on the small piece of paper you decided to go anyway.

You left the innovation on the dresser in your room where Jeno could see just in case he changed his mind. You took a picture of it just in case it decided to change colors again and went to change your entire outfit, luckily having some time left to do so. When you finished getting ready you stepped out of your bedroom where a deep purple silk dress outlined with black lace. It had a low cut outlining the curve of your breasts but not too much still leaving the valley hidden under the fabric. You had done your makeup really focusing on your eyes since even though your face would be hidden by the mask your eyes would still shine. You paired the dress with a pair of black heels and a long black silk coat flack feather puffing out at the end.

At first, you had thought the look would be too much and had almost opted for a simple summer dress but living right next door to the party allowed you to see the people who arrived and what they wore. The women showed up in sexy but classy dresses and their husbands in suits and ties. Everyone looked stunning in their outfits, especially when the couples matched. It had made you sad Jeno would make you attend alone. However, this wouldn't be the first event you would leave him behind.

When you came down the stairs you were surprised to see Jeno standing at the front door beside Doyoung. You came down the stairs quickly standing beside Jeno who wore a t-shirt and basketball shorts, his messy hair falling over his eyes.

Doyoung on the other hand dressed in a low, v-cut black suit. His forehead is on display gracing the neighbors and you with his beauty. His eyes widened and his heart thumped the moment you came down the stairs. He had seen you in a yellow dress before when you first moved into the neighborhood two years ago. It was summertime and you were in a summer dress bringing in boxes with Jeno.

He wanted to help you but couldn't, the sun just had to shine so brightly that day. He took in the sight of you standing in front of him, forgetting for a moment he wasn't picking you up to sweep you away and leave this house. He didn't even mind your boyfriend was standing there watching as he practically gawked at you. But he composed himself, he wasn't here to steal you away. Instead, he was here to give you something.

"Doyoung, Hello again," you said bowing at his presence. A part of you happy to see the gorgeous man, even though you would see him again in a couple of minutes. He bowed back placing his hand over his stomach his posture perfect, like a prince. "Hello, Y/n and…?" he knew your boyfriend's name he just didn't care enough to say it. "Jeno," he said waiting for the opportunity to leave.

“Jeno," he said flatly turning back to you. He never understood what you saw in this man. He was lazy and unreliable. He never showed you any attention or care, just tossed you away every day and night. Sometimes he would even go hours without being in the same house as you hanging out with his friends or mistress and recently he saw her more than ever before.

He was disgusted by him and didn't understand how you weren't. "Well I have brought a gift for you," he said showing you the red velvet box in his hands. He opened it exposing the golden mask inside for you. Your eyes glowed staring at the golden mask, what was left of the sun shining shimmering on it. "I apologize for only having one. I was not aware of your presence," he said to Jeno who suddenly began to become interested in the encounter with the unfamiliar man. He had met everyone in this neighborhood, why hadn't he met him?

You took the box from Doyoung's hands. Jeno looked over at the mask and then back at Doyoung. "I hope you like it," he said observing your face as you continued to stare in awe at the mask. Doyoung couldn't help but smile. If he could he'd give you anything, including the world just to see you smile. Jeno huffed crossing his arms over his chest quickly becoming annoyed with the stranger at his door. "I assume you will not be attending," Doyoung said clearing his throat. He looked Jeno up and down seeing the grey dirty socks on his feet. He wiped his fingers of dust as he waited for Jeno to reply.

"I am," Jeno said. Doyoung hadn't expected to hear that tonight. He widened his eyes his hands falling. He sucked in a breath relaxing.

Composing himself he smiled without teeth. He bowed his head politely, "Of course. I assumed based on your attire you would not be joining us. How foolish of me, you too will come together," he said stepping back. He turned to you and then Jeno bowed as he said goodbye and walked down the few steps in the front of your home and back to his house. Jeno walked away the minute the door closed and into your shared bedroom. Deciding you had already waited enough for him you put on your shoes and went to the party.

"Will she come," one of the men asked Doyoung who came back home wearing a defeated look on his face. He and his brothers stood in a long grey hallway barely hidden from the party. People began to gather in their ballroom swaying to the classical music that played. Doyoung sighed his head slightly falling, he nodded his brown hair barely moving from the hair gel. A gentle piece of his hair fell over laying on his forehead. "She is coming but not alone. She's bringing that wretched boyfriend of hers," he said disgustedly. His brothers huffed, one even rolling his brown eyes.

"So what are we going to do?" one asked placing his hands in his pants pocket and letting out a puff of air. Another shrugged, "We could eat him," both men turned to their brother with wide eyes and pale expressions on their faces. "Do you have no sense?" Doyoung asked his brother who just shrugged taking a sip of his drink. "Yuta that is a terrible plan," The other said shaking his head. He took his hand out of his pocket and ran it through his long brown hair.

“We need to find a way to separate them, without killing him," he said looking at Yuta who could care less. He always assumed killing your boyfriend would be faster and more efficient. You'd be available a whole lot quicker and wouldn't have to worry about an ex. He didn't take into account that one you'd be sad and would need time to heal and two if you ever knew he killed him you'd hate him, even if you didn't like your boyfriend.

"It's he being unfaithful to her? We can expose him," The final brother said. Doyoung thought about it tapping his chin. He crossed one arm over his chest leaning his other on it to hold his chin. It wasn't a terrible idea, but how would they make you see? He snapped his fingers together in an Ah ha! motion. He clasped his hands together wearing a smile that exposed his gums. "What is it?" Yuta asked watching Doyoung march down the hall. The other two followed close behind passing by statues and benches so sit down on them just in case you got tired of such long hallways.

You had arrived just outside the large home. Your eyes had moved their way from the fountain, from the mountains behind the home, and to the bottom up until the very top of the chateau. "Wow," is all you could say as fancy cars were parked outside the manor. You placed your mask over your face passing by a couple wearing silver masks with matching blue outfits. Your eyes followed to the side of the home seeing two men posted on each side. How rich were these people? you thought as your eyes continued to glow under the lights by the fountain.

Walking further to the chateau you couldn't help but gawk at all the old paintings and statues placed in different parts of the room you had entered. When you arrived a man dressed in black and red approached you wearing a black mask covering his eyes. "Welcome you must be Ms. Y/n the author who lives next door," He said sending a polite smile and raising his brow. You nodded and he smiled. "Excellent!" he exclaimed. He motioned his hands to the right. "Please follow me this way, I'll guide you to the party," he said walking slightly ahead of you to get to the door so you wouldn't have to open it. You gladly accepted the kind gesture until you had slightly turned your head and seen the couple before you walk through the door on the left.

"Are we going the right way?" you asked unsure if you should continue to follow him. He remained silent walking down the long gloomy hall surrounded by a thousand doors. Your heart began to quicken at the littlest sounds you heard. Take a glance out the window and see a garden and then a red maze. Turning back to the man who cleared your throat. "Excuse me I'd really like to get to the party if you would just take me there, that would be perfect-"

"Don't speak Miss, I am taking you where you need to be. You just need to trust me, alright?" He said darkly. You shook your head picked up your dress and turned away. You began to speed walk down a hallway that felt like the more you stepped the longer it got. You could hear the man's dress shoes pacing behind you on the shiny dark floor.

Deciding not to turn back you started to run. You could hear his pace pick him sounding so dangerously close to your ear. You slightly turned your head seeing him behind you, luckily at a distance. Your heels clicked on the floors as you ran quicker hoping to reach an exit. You picked up your face seeing the doors you had entered through at the end of the hallway. Taking another glance behind you, you noticed the man still close behind. You weren't going to make it to the exit. Catching your breath you walked into a nearby room.

The room was dark and cold, with only a candle placed in the middle on top of a round table. You went to move further but heard movement from the outside. You paused holding your breath so the figure couldn't hear. You looked down at the very bottom of the door seeing the shadow of feet walking and forth.

"Did you find her?" a man asked. The man from before was not alone, two pairs of feet were just outside the door. Quietly not to make a sound your shakey hand leaned closer to the lock. "I'm sorry she got away-"

"Well find her then!" the man shouted. You figured they could only be talking about you. You locked the door staring intensely at the lock as it clicked. Your body froze. Eyes widened and focused on the doorknob. The sound alarmed the two men, their ears perking up at the sound. "What was that?" the man who guided you down the hallway asked. The other shrugged, "I'm not sure. Let's get back to the party you have more guests to tend to," the stranger said. "Yes sir," The guide said the two walking away. You sighed in relief feeling the dark walls for a light switch. You find it flicking it on and illuminating the room.

Turning around to realize you bumped into a body. Terrified you slowly followed the outline of his body with your eyes meeting the man with your own. Only it wasn't the same man from before. This one was much taller, younger, and had much longer hair. He was wearing a red mask paired with his red and black suit. You bowed unsure of how else to respond, clearly you had stumbled upon the wrong room. "I'm sorry," you said. "The man outside was chasing me so I hid away in here," you said truthfully. You took a peek at the room, it was a study. Potions and other colorful liquids were placed around the room on sleeves. Books upon books surrounded the room. The books were placed so high there was a ladder to reach them. You looked to your left seeing a leather couch placed in front of a fireplace. You noticed on one of the tables an open notebook, a pen laid beside it words on a page not yet full. "Don't worry," The man said catching your attention. He stood tall in front of both hands in his pocket. You nodded turning to leave the man to his work. "Wait," he called. You paused turning back to him. "Yes?" you asked. He sighed happy you decided to stay. "I would like to know who you are, your face to be exact," You nodded forming an O with your lips. You untied the mask from behind your head letting the golden fabric slide against your neck. You held the golden mask in your hands as you looked up at the man. He stood back in slight shock. He had only ever seen you from the window. You look so beautiful so up close, like an Angel.

He cleared his throat fixing his posture. He couldn't look like such a slouch in front of you. He adjusted his blazer swallowing his Adam's apple bumping up and then down. He extended his hand, "It's nice to meet you. My name is Jaehyun," he said. You let your hand meet his shaking it. He bowed slightly to be both polite and to get a better look at your features. He smiled doing his best to keep his teeth hidden from your iris.

"It's nice to meet you Jaehyun, I'm Y/n" he held your hand for a little too long so you pulled away. Holding your hand in your own from how cold it felt. "You must live here? You asked making small talk and stealing Jaehyun from his trance. He nodded, "Yes. This is my study. Would you like a tour?" he asked holding out his arm to you. You nodded but didn't accept his arm. He didn't pester you about it and guided you through his study.

"So that's pretty much it, but one thing," he said smiling eyes glowing under the candlelight. You raised a brow standing on the other end of the table. Over the time spent in the room, you began to consider Jaehyun someone you could be friends with. It would be nice to make some more friends besides the neighbors down the street. They had invited you to a birthday party once, however, the party was for their child and you had no children.

"What is it?" you asked. He chuckled turning away and walking to a nearby shelf. He picked up the box dusting it off in the process. He placed it on the counter opened it and pulled out a purple vile. He placed a couple of drops into a cup of water handing it to you. Confused you looked into his eyes shaking your head. "What am I supposed to do with this?" you asked pointing to the cup. "Drink it," he said not moving a single part of his body, including his eyes. You scoffed surely he wasn't being serious. You would never take a drink from a stranger, regardless of how nice he was acting. You pushed it away shaking your head. It almost spilled but Jaehyun caught it in record time.

"I am not drinking that," you said. You had no idea what that purple stuff was. It could be drugs or horrible-tasting juice, regardless you weren't gonna take any chances. "Just take it," he said this time handing you the cup. You raised your lip in disgust getting ready to walk away. "I told you no, weirdo," you said walking away. As you walked towards the door you felt his hand grab your forearm. You turned to pull away but stopped. You were pulled into the dark void of this gaze. His mask was removed from concealing his face anymore. His eyes glowed a dark shade of yellow. Falling deeper into the black hole of his eyes.

The party and drink long forgot as you stand still, unable to talk to move. Your mouth is slightly agape when you raise the drink to your lips. "Be a good girl and drink it," he said watching closely as the drink found your lips. The cup of purple liquid touched your lips slipping past them and sliding down your throat. You remained in eye contact with Jaehyun until the very last drop was gone. Once you were done the cup fell to the ground and you ran away finding your way to the ballroom.

Jaehyun remained placing his mask back on and followed behind.

The ballroom was filled with people dressed in suits and gowns wearing masks that concealed the top half of their faces. Some did wear masking covering their whole face as well. Your eyes danced around the large room seeing a golden chandelier placed above you. You smiled seeing all the pretty lights glow as the music played from the band that had taken the stage at the start of the party. "Some dinner party," you said looking back at all the people. A man came up to you holding a tray of drinks. You gladly accepted one thanking the man as he walked away smiling. You sipped the alcohol letting it slide down your throat. You held the glass In your hand watching everyone else dance as you swayed alone.

"Now this is no way to treat a lady," You heard a familiar voice from behind you. You turned around to see Doyung supporting a new look with his hair. A strand of it rested upon his pale forehead. It suited him well. He also wore a green mask on his face. You smiled as he bowed and you bowed back holding onto your drink making sure it wouldn't spill. "Where is Jeno?" he asked looking around. You sighed letting your shoulders fall. Doyoung picked a glass from a nearby server. He clinked it against yours cheering. You took a sip letting the drink simmer down your throat. "I don't think he's coming," you said. "I had a feeling he wouldn't. He doesn't even come to events I've planned," you confessed holding your drink and watching as other couples laughed or danced. Doyoung while hating your boyfriend felt sorry for you. A lady should never arrive at such a party alone. She should have someone on her arm to protect and show her off.

He sent you a half smile holding out his hand. He noticed the way you kept fantasying about all the people who swirled around on the dance floor. It had been so long since you danced, especially with a partner. "Care to dance with me?" he asked gently holding his hand out. You hesitated for a moment before you finished your drink and took his hand. Doyoung was a great dancer. He held you close but with a respectful amount of distance. He placed his hand in yours and his other on the middle of your back stepping with you every move you made. You twirled around with him for what felt like hours. He looked like an absolute prince and he treated you like a princess with the way he held you and spoke to you. He made you feel so seen and heard. He made you in this moment like nobody else was around just him and you.

You felt his movement slow as the man tapped him on the shoulder with dark black hair. "May I step in?" he asked. Doyoung nodded sending you a smile. He lightly squeezed your hands as he let go stepping aside to find his other brother. You took hold of this new man whose face was covered with a purple mask. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Yuta," he said leaning down and kissing your knuckles. You chuckled holding your hand faintly over your mouth and hiding your smile. For some reason like Doyoung, you felt close to this man and all you knew was his name, and for a moment, just a moment you forgot all about Jeno.

"Why don't you kiss me," Yuta slurred. The room began to spin and your head began to turn. What is in this champagne you thought as you continued to dance with Yuta. You held onto his shoulders wearing half a smile on your face unsure of how many Yuta's you were seeing. His voice like the music faded into the background. "Huh?" you said smiling your fingers dancing on his shoulder. He chuckled darkly eyes turning black. "Kiss me, my love," he said. You shook your head giggling. "No I have a boyfriend," you said thinking of Jeno for a moment. He still hadn't arrived at the party. Yuta chuckled continuing to dance with you. He held your hand gently in his as he swung you around the dance floor.

"Some day you will my love," he said confidently. He leaned down to your ear. "Once you get away from your cheating boyfriend," That seemed to have woken you up. You pushed him off and looked around. The room was completely empty, wiped of any human being that had been here through the night. Your eyes squinted as you tried to figure out where time had gone. "I don't understand. Where is everyone?" you asked looking around the room. You turned around to see Yuta still there a smile on his face.

"You were asleep for a while my love," he nudged his head to the ain't windows placed behind the stage that was missing a band. The sun was rising and when you turned around Yuta was gone. Deciding you were done with the questions you headed towards the exit only to be met with Jeno. "There you are!" he shouted walking up the stairs of the large home to you. Your face still wearing your shock barely registered his presence. "Y/n? Y/n!" he called but his voice sounded like a whisper. You looked over seeing both Doyoung and Yuta in the garden of their home a large umbrella placed over them by two tall women wearing black.

You felt your head begin to spin again and this time you clasped Jeno catching you before you fell.

It was the middle of the night when you woke from your nightmare. You leaped out of bed feeling better than ever. You looked around the room including the bathroom seeing no sign of Jeno. You left the room checking the others on the second floor. Aftering failing to find him there you moved down the stairs checking every room from the third bathroom to the basement. You huffed not finding him anywhere. Then you thought for a moment. Usually after work, he goes to a bar with his friends not too far from his job. Putting on a different paint of clothes and your shoes. You grabbed your purse and walked outside to your car. You hopped inside strapped your seatbelt and started the black car. You drove down the street to the bar you knew he'd be at.

When you arrived you realized this was not a bar in fact it was a club, lie number one you counted. You didn't even bother waiting in line and when the bouncer stopped you, you showed him your ID and said "My boyfriend is really drunk, he's inside and I need to get him home," you said to the large man wearing black. He sighed nodding his head seeing your leggings and large sweater paired with slippers were not really for the club. He opened the door for exposing you to the large number of people who danced inside. You walked feeling the vibration of the music from under your feet. Quickly you moved around people trying to find him. You pushed past a couple making out and friends dancing as you searched for him. You hadn't even noticed when you walked past a familiar pair of eyes watching and sipping his drink surrounded by women as you searched for your boyfriend.

You had finally spotted him surrounded by his friends a drink in his hand and his shirt untied. A girl sat on his lap her skirt riding up as she grinded on him. You walked over furiously grabbing a hold of your bag. Yuta pushed all the girls off of him to get a closer look.

You had braced yourself marching over to him planning your confrontation in your head. You would pull him away from her and take him home, deal with him there. Instead, you didn't, your plan had taken a completely different path.

His friends tried to warn him as you came closer, but it was too late. You pulled the girl off by her hair throwing her to the side. You took a quick look at her realizing it was a woman he worked with, her name tag still on from the company he had just become a manager at. You scoffed even more angrily than before. This wasn't just some random girl from the club. It was some plain Jane from his job, someone he worked with, someone at two Christmas parties you met. She acted so nice to you, even bought your book and asked you to sign it. You regret signing it now, but that was beside the point.

You turned to Jeno, his nostrils flared. He had been gone for months and this was why. Why couldn't he just leave you instead? Why did he have to lie?

"You can't be serious," You said crossing your arms over your chest. He raised his hands up in defense. "Baby I can explain," You slapped him in the face hard with your purse causing his whole head to turn to the right. His friends began silent and bystanders nearby came for a closer look, Yuta mixing into the crowd. He scoffed his cheek stung and had turned red but he didn't touch it nor hold it. Your chest heaved up and down as the position of your arm from the slap remained in the same position.

He turned to you slowly controlling himself along with his anger and embarrassment. The girl on the ground got up and stood in front of him. "Baby are you okay?" she asked tending to him. He waved his hand away from her turning his body. "Baby?" you asked surprised staring at him as he moved away. "Your dating?!" you yelled feeling every feeling you had bottled up erupting out of you like a volcano. "Look Y/n can we go home and talk about this? This, not the place-" "No but it's the perfect place for you to fuck her, right?" you said smiling. You looked mad as you continued to press him in the club.

"This is a perfect place to hide away instead of dealing with your problems. I mean instead of talking to me and telling me how you feel or even breaking up with me you cheat like a fucking coward," You said not missing a beat with every word and curse you threw directly at him like gunshots.

"Jeno is she the only one?" you asked crossing your arms and sucking in your lips. You raised a brow, "Huh? You better answer my question," you said sternly. He looked around at his friends, hopeless in this situation they remained silent even the girl who watched also wishing he'd answer. He shook his head his hair falling in front of his face as his head fell lower.

"Pick your head up you are ashamed you are embarrassed," You said your chin held up high. You put your purse back on your side the band remaining crossed over your body.

"Look at all these people here watching you get caught, like a rotten child. And you," you pointed to his friend group. "You've all been to my house. I've fed you all and let you sleep on my beds and this is how you thank me? You help a man cheat on the woman who fed you all!" you shouted gathering more attention from the people. Yuta sat back watching proudly, he was one step closer to getting what he wanted.

He also was taking down notes like never to piss you off.

You looked towards the girl scoffing. "You knew he had a girlfriend and you fucked him anyway and now your crying because he fucks other girls behind your back," You said getting closer to her flushed face. Hot tears streamed down her face. You wanted to hit her and punch her but your shakey hand held back deciding you really didn't have much to say to her.

"Or maybe you knew he fucked other girls and you're sad that you're a hoe who thought she was gonna become a wife and didn't," you said hearing some Ooos from the crowd. Ignoring them you turned back to Jeno ending this show.

"Jeno you are a sorry excuse for a man. You are lazy and irresponsible and I should have left you in the city when I had the chance. You are a good-for-nothing boyfriend and lover. Don't bother packing your shit, I'll have it sent to you by morning. Goodnight," You said pointing to him before you walked away and out of his life. Yuta smirked walking outside the club and following behind you. He thought about approaching you but realized he had to send the glorious news to his brothers.

You drove him your entire body heated up. You slammed on. the gas and got home at record speed. You slammed your car door marching inside. Throwing your shoes off you marched upstairs opening your bedroom window. You threw all of his clothes, shoes, and personal items outside on the ground. You destroyed it all, which you had every right to do. You had paid for everything he had including where he laid his head every night and day. Destroying everything in a fit of rage some of the neighbors began to wake up, looking outside their windows to see where the noise came from.

Not used to so much excitement in a quiet and small street they all watched and one had called the police. Jeno had arrived around the same time they did. he ushered them away explaining you were angry at him for his behavior. It seemed to have worked and they left seeing you weren't being that loud nor disturbed, only one person had complained. Jeno went to speak but you threw a shoe in his direction. He ducked covering his head and looking through his arms to see if the coast was clear.

"Clean it," Is all you said to him before you shut your window. You huffed feeling your tears begin to fall. You held them back for as long as you could, waiting for this moment here to let them fall. You curled up in bed letting your loud sobs be heard through every spot and corner of the house. Your cat found you and jumped on your bed. It cuddled up by your head you petted its back as you continued to cry.

Your phone had buzzed catching your attention for a second but you ignored it assuming it was Jeno. It had buzzed again and again before you picked it up.

"Jeno leave me alone-"

"Hello my love," you heard a dark voice say. You raised a brow sitting up on your bed. Your cat's head turned feeling the mattress shift.

"Who is this?" you asked.

"Look out your window," he said. You had closed your curtains concealing your view. You slowly pushed them back hiding by the side of the wall. You looked around holding the phone to your ear seeing no one outside except Jeno who cleaned his items off the ground.

"Up," he instructed. Your eyes followed his directions looking to the house next door. You looked at the window you always felt a strong gaze at. "To high look to your right," he said. You looked over at a garden behind the house seeing a man holding a phone to his ear. You pulled the curtains back more attempting to get a full look at him. He waved at you but you still couldn't see him. Squinting your eyes you were still unable to see. You left the window hearing a gasp from the man. You moved down the stairs. You knew it was one of the strange men next door you just couldn't tell who.

You however could tell it wasn't Yuta, it didn't sound like him at all.

You walked into your office looking out the window that was much closer to the garden. You still held the phone to your ear as you looked closer. The figure took a few steps forward the moon finally shining on his face, it was Doyoung. He smiled as well as you as he came into view. The light graced him beautifully, and you couldn't help but smile at his pretty features. The moon showcased the dried trail of your tears causing him to frown. He opened the gate to the garden and walked closer to your window. He stood outside watching you taking in your beauty. Then reality hit you, you never gave him. your number. You took a step back letting the curtain fall. It covered his face blocking his view of you.

"How did you get my number?" you asked. "My apologies for the sudden call," he began. He shook his head touching the top of his head with his hand. You could see his shadow through the curtains.

"You had given your number to Yuta, I was too nervous to ask you for it and asked him. But next time I want something from you I will ask you, can you forgive me?" he asked keeping his gaze on your light shadow. "How did Yuta get it?" you asked still unsure whether to pull back the curtain. "He said you were pretty unstable last night. Maybe you do not remember giving it to him. You two were off together for a while," he said. You tried to remember but everything was too foggy to try and figure out. The more you tried the more your head hurt. Doyoung assumed that was what you were doing since you had been silent for a while.

"Do not try so hard you will hurt yourself," he said gently. You stopped taking his advice. "I just want to say one more thing and then I may leave. While I am sorry for calling you at such a late time I wanted to ask you a question if that is alright?" he asked twisting his fingers together as the other held the phone to his ear. "Sure," you said standing directly behind the curtain. "Would you like to come to my house? I've seen what has happened between you and your lover. Maybe a look through my telescope will cheer you up," You chuckled playing with the ends of your white curtain. "You will show me the sky and it will make me happy?" you teased finding it hard to hold back your smile.

"I will show you the stars," he said simply watching your figure through the curtain. His words touch you and felt deeper than they should. "I will show you the stars," The words lingered in your head like the smell of flowers on the first day of Spring. Like a spell, you felt your body fall under the magical trance of Doyoung. You raised your hand to pull back the curtain staring into his deep brown piercing eyes. Once again forgetting all about Jeno.

You had wasted no time meeting Doyoung outside. You locked your door and feeling spontaneous you pulled him into a passionate kiss before he could speak. His eyes widened and his lips hadn't moved with yours until you let go and he pulled you back in.

"Why did you do that?" he asked touching his hands with yours. You shrugged smiling and looking into his eyes matching his lighting smile. "I don't know, but take me to see the stars," you said taking his hand. He held your hand tightly in his guidance to his garden. "If I could I'd take you to the moon," he said unable to wipe the smile off his face.

"Y/n," he took your hands in his. "I need to tell you something and I'm afraid I can not tell you alone," He said holding onto you. You raised your brow looking into his eyes. "What is it?" you asked. He sighed sending you a small smile. "Come with me," you nodded letting him guide you inside.

You traveled through the West door hand in hand with Doyoung. He smiled you behind him taking in the scenery of the manor. You could hear the sound of his heels clicking on the floor as he ran past the large staircase in front of the main entrance. "My room is placed in the East Wing," he said entering another long hallway. He snapped his fingers and each candle lit on each mantle placed on the wall. The hallway appeared less scary with the lights on. You could finally see the art that was placed in between the spaces of statues. Doyoung slowed down his speed letting you explore.

"Who are these people?" you asked. Doyoung walked over to a statue of a man's head. "Members of our family. Our parents left us this house a long time ago," he said putting his hands behind his back and clasping his hand over his wrist. You continued to live in the woah of figures. "Shall we continue?" he asked politely offering you his hand. You nodded gladly accepting it walking you down the hallway and linking your arm with his.

He is so polite, such a gentleman. You looked up at him smiling at his features. Something about him drew you closer. The kiss you shared earlier is evidence of that. You felt like your lips were pulling you closer to him like a magnetic force. You had felt the same way with Jaehyun and Yuta. Something powerful about them, their aura strong. You didn't feel a negative feeling when you were with them, you felt more comfortable and safe.

Doyoung smiled as you walked beside him. "We're here," He said opening his door. He led you inside opening a small door by the light switch. A rope was yanked and the sound of bells went off in the house. Seconds later a knock was placed on the door. Doyoung grinned opening the door and exposing his brothers. They all stepped inside greeting you and him.

"How are you and your boyfriend?" Yuta asked bowing to you and then standing straight up. You rolled your eyes letting out a huff. "Not good. We broke up," You said. Yuta pursed his lips hiding a smile and nodding his head, "That's good. I wasn't much of a fan of his," he said walking further inside.

Doyoung cleared his throat gathering all of your attention.

"Now you all may be wondering why you are. Allow me to explain," He said just before the power cut. Heavy rain began to fall outside. Yuta cursed and Jaehyun went to gather some candles. You helped them light them in various places in the room. You took notice of the lack of pictures Doyoung had. Only old paintings on his wall.

"Now where were we?" He asked tapping his chin. He clapped his hands together, "Ah Yes," He pulled Yuta closer and Jaehyun sat them down. He brought a chair for you and you sat down facing the boys. "We have something to tell you but you have to promise not to lose your shit," Yuta said. You chuckled lost especially at his choice of words. There couldn't be anything they could tell you right now with the night you've had to make you crazy.

"Should we wait? I mean this could be a bad time," Doyoung asked second guessing his decision to tell you. He bit his fingernails as Yuta shook his head. He didn't want to frighten you. "No tell her," he said. Doyoung sighed shaking his head small pieces of hair falling forward. "I don't know. What if she freaks out?" Yuta sighed rubbing his temple with his fingers. "She'll be fine just say it," He said beginning to get frustrated. "I don't know if I can I mean-" "Just say it," Yuta said.

"Say what?" you asked looking between the two of them. They needed to quit playing around and get to the point. "Y/n please I don't know if you will be able to handle this. It's very complex-" "Oh stop it it's not that hard. Y/n we are-"

Jaehyun gruffed tired of the bickering. "We're vampires," He said. The room went silent. Your lips curved up, and you started chuckling in your seat then chuckling turned to laughter. You held your stomach almost falling onto the ground.

"That's it really?" you asked eyes squinting to prevent tears from falling. "Are you insane?" you asked continuing your laughter. The boys confused looked at one another and then at you. Your laughter died down as you relaxed into your seat. "Okay okay you guys look serious, I'll stop," You couldn't the small laughter that broke through.

"Would you like us to show you?" Jaehyun asked. You nodded your neighbors were insane. "Thank you guys I really needed it. If you don't mind I'll get going…" The words died on your tongue. You plopped right back down into your seat. A rabbit struggled in Doyoungs hands as he handed it to Yuta. Yuta held the rabbit pulling its head back. You saw his teeth for the first time. Two in particular that were longer and sharper than the rest. He pulled his head back then lunched forward sinking his teeth into the rabbit. The rabbit kicked its feet struggling under his strong grip. Then it stopped. Stopped kicking, stopped moving. It stopped breathing. Yuta had drained it dry.

You fell over in your seat backing away from the three. Yuta threw the rabbit to the side licking his teeth. You reached for the doorknob and ran down the long hallway. The candles went out as you ran past each of them heading for the exit. You looked back to see if they were behind you. You couldn't see them but you could hear them.

"Fuck fuck fuck," You cursed as you ran faster multiple things running through your mind. Yuta ate a rabbit, raw. Sucked its blood and threw it away like trash. You didn't try to piece things together just the facts.

Fact One: They are vampires.

Fact Two: They were dangerous.

And Fact Three: You needed to get out of here.

You entered the main floor looking around for the door. Seeing the entrance to run up to it trying to open it. It didn't budge. You thrust your body against it but to no avail. Not wanting to waste any more energy on it you ran to the only other exit you knew, the garden. The garden door is still wide open. You ran to it watching as rain poured on the freshly cut grass. You smiled as you drew closer watching as the door slammed shut. You paused eyes widening. You slammed on the door kicking and screaming. "Let Me Out!" you shouted hoping someone outside would hear you. "Help!" you shouted still holding onto the possibility someone would hear you. "Y/n please I do not wish to hurt you," You heard Jaehyun say from behind you. You didn't even turn to him. Instead, you ran towards another door that led downstairs and upstairs. You locked it behind you then ran down hoping another exit would be there. Running down the steps made of cement you gasped at the darkness of the room. You let your hands guide you making sure not to hit anything. Lightening clashed allowing the room for a second to be filled with light. You saw a light bulb hanging from the top. When lightning struck again you walk further to it pulling the string, but you had pulled the wrong one and the sound of bells could be heard throughout the manor. You wanted to cry, how stupid to pull the wrong string.

You pulled the opposite light seeing as a part of the room lit up the light was not bright enough to cover the entire room. You walked further inside slowly down to catch your breath. "I need to find a way out," You said feeling yourself start to become sticky with sweat. Your chest heaved up and down a mixture of exhaustion and nerves. Adrenaline pumped through your veins eyes wandering like a mad woman trying to find a way to escape.

You continued your journey the basement was pretty much empty, minus the old furniture and papers. You didn't bother distracting yourself with exploring anything, they could find you at any moment. You walked further inside the light from the light bulb fading away. "Fuck," you cursed looking around for any source of light. Your eyes discovered a flashlight. You clicked it a couple of times before it blinked then turned around.

Dripping water and the grail under your feet could be heard in the silence that filled the basement. You shivered at the lack of heat. Of course, they would have a creepy basement. You found a door at the other end of the basement opening it believing it to be an exit. Instead, there were two sets of stairs. One leading down and another leading up.

You flashed the light down to more cement steps. "Probably a cellar," You said then flashed the light upstairs. "Could lead to the West Wing and possible exit," Your legs shook at the idea of one of them waiting for you on each side. Your subconscious is playing tricks on you. You flashed the flashlight again downstairs hearing more water droplets fall. You almost dropped your flashlight at the sound of paper rustling.

You shivered checking behind you and seeing nothing. You turn back around slowly not to make a sound. You needed to make a choice fast. Your body faces away from the wooden door that remained open. You slowly closed it keeping your front away. You let out a sigh jumping as lighting struck seeing Yuta's creeping up from the cellar. You gasped throwing the flashlight at his head as you rain upstairs.

You didn't even realize you were running up more than a flight of stairs you just kept running. You ran into another dark gloomy hallway running into another room that led to the top of the stairs looking below the ballroom.

"How big is this fucking place?" You said running down the velvet carpet to another room. You saw an outline on the wall by a dark wooden door. You pushed it causing it to open. When it opened you looked around seeing the coats clear. You walked inside closing the door behind you. It closed to a bookcase, a hidden door. You made a self note making sure to check the walls for a faster more clever escape.

You sighed taking the moment to catch your breath. Your hands fell to your knees flashlight still in hand. The room was dark unable to see you flashed your flashlight to look around for a door. Walking further into the room before your heart dropped. You cursed at yourself stomping your foot on the ground.

You were back in Doyoung's bedroom and the three of them were waiting inside. You turned running to the window, at this point, you'd prefer a broken leg or arm than to be here. But after seeing how high you were from the ground you tried to make a run for the fake door. Jaehyun quicker than you stood in front of it.

"Now that you've had your fun," Doyoung said walking over to the chair you sat in before. He pulled it out motioning his hand to it, "Why don't you sit down and we'll explain everything," You sighed in defeat sitting down. Doyoung pushed in your seat and returned back to his candles. "Great now let's begin with the origin story," he said lighting another candle. "Yuta was the oldest and came from Japan…"

His family was very poor so he'd steal to get enough money for them to live. He eventually found a group of people that took him to France. In France, he had raided man's rich homes stealing their goods which were pawned for money. He had so much of it, it couldn't even match the price money on every wanted poster plastered with his face on it. He gave most of it to his family in Japan and the rest to nearby families who struggled like him. However, one day when he visited France he followed a woman into an alley. There he pleased himself and her but she had tricked him. Taking a bite into his neck to feed he pushed her off before she sucked him dry. He left woozy and unable to see. Finding the thieves he road with they took him back to Japan to his family.

After days he arrived home better than ever, the rush you feel when you die and come back to life. His rush quickly faded at the sight of his door. It was busted in as well as the windows. He ran inside seeing the mess of his childhood home. His parents were gone as well as his aunts and uncles.

He searched for them but to no avail. A stack of gold that he had sent to them was placed on the table untouched. The bread was modeled and rotten. They had been gone for a while. Had they left him? Did they move to a better home? He tried to fill his mind with happier thoughts of his family happy somewhere else. Instead, he heard a cry, a cry of a child. He walked upstairs seeing one of his sisters on the ground weeping. She was sick, pale skinned. He lightly touched her with his chilling hand. Her whole body was on fire. He figured the only way to save her was to bite her so he did. She had stopped and relaxed. "Don't go outside," she said.

"Why?" he asked. He heard rustling and shouting. He ran outside seeing the thieves take off without him. They had set him up.

He was taken back to France to be executed, but after a conversation overheard by two guards he discovered the crown prince was deeply ill and after enough convincing he could save the man's life they let him.

This is where he met Doyoung the middle of the three. Born in South Korea to a royal family they had set him up with the princess of France, which was rare for their family only pairing within the people. But the country needed money and the deal had already been set. However, their son had become completely ill just before his marriage. At the time they were not sure of what it was, now we know it was a simple common cold, not yet ready to be fought off by humans.

Yuta was brought in to save him by the sources apprentice, Jung Jaehyun who moved from Korea to study magic. Jung Jaehyun the youngest of the three trusted Yuta to save Doyoung. Yuta was brought by hundred guards to the prince's chambers. They feared he might try an escape. Yuta had thought about fleeing but figured if he saved the country's prince they'd forgive him for what he had done to them all and he would get his family back.

When he reached the chambers he was still unsure of how he'd save him. He knew the woman in the alley who had bitten him saved some of the problems he was struggling with, with his body so he assumed if she could cure him then why can't I cure another man? Little did he know he was curing a man with a disease. An awful disease that promised ever-lasting life but brought nothing but pain and sorrow into one's life. He bit the tip off his finger letting the drop fall into Doyoung's tea. He sipped it and by morning he was better.

Doyoung began to express joy and the utmost energy up early in the mornings until late at night. Until he got hungry, Yuta knew of this hungry, and his new friend went out and gave Doyoung small animals to feed on. Until he needed more and ate one of his guards. Well-rested and ready for the day he walked outside still covered in blood only to be burned by the sunlight. The guards dragged him back in assuming he was possessed by a demon the king had the source come in.

Jaehyun knew it was no demon but a virus passed on by Yuta to the prince. He knew the king would have him killed so he fled with him to what would one day be called the Americas. During his boat ride, he had become dangerously ill, especially after losing so much blood from letting the two men feed. He let them turn him the minute they got to shore. Then after decades, they finally moved her next to fans of your book. "So that is how we became to be who we are," Doyong said lighting another candle. He placed it on the small table by his bed, the small fire lighting up another part of the space. You watched as he sat back down beside his brothers awaiting your reaction. You gulped still unsure of how to feel about the three vampires that lived within walking distance of your house. No, the vampires that sat right across from you in one of their bedrooms.

If they wanted to hurt you they would have done it. They would have bitten you or sucked you dry of every drop of blood the night you were in their home alone in that dark hallway. But why did they befriend you instead? Invite you to their home for dinner and to see their garden. You even invited them to your home overtime once Jeno left. You tapped your finger on the velvet cloth that covered the small table before you. You couldn't look them in the eyes, not yet. Part of you is scared and the other part is nervous.

"This was a waste of time," You heard Yuta his foot stomping on the ground as he spoke. His arms crossed over his chest. "I mean look she clearly is scared of us," He said motioning his hand to you. Jaehyun sighed scratching the back of his head. He looked over at Doyoung. "Maybe he's right. We should have waited," he said. Doyoung shook his head eyes slightly widened at Jaehyun. He stood up walked to your chair and stood behind it.

"Nonsense. She is perfectly fine. I exposed myself to her on the night of the moon and I shall not wish to take it back," he said sternly pressing his hands into the side of your chair. "Would Y/n?" Yuta asked. Doyoung stuttered unsure of how to respond to his eldest brother. "I…I do not know," he said losing the underlying confidence in his tone. Yuta was slick and rather blunt with his choice of words, however, he was never wrong in what he said specifically, the questions he asked. He could sniff out a lie like a cat can sniff out a mouse. He professional liar at best he was, he knew when someone was not telling the truth. He needed you, to be honest with him so he knew his next move or next question.

"Tell me Y/n are you afraid?" he asked leaning closer to you to get a better look at the way your head lifted and face changed. Small beads of swear courtesy of nerves forming on your warm skin. The sweat cools your body to the chills on the back of your neck. Small hairs rise without falling on your body, and no wind motioning them safely down. You were scared and falling apart right in front of him. You glanced at each vampire in the room each sparing you a chilling smile. In the heat of the moment so much blood pumping through your veins you couldn't help yourself. Yuta's imitating stare crawls its way through your eyes and into your gut.

The wind began to pick up from the opened window cooling your body down in the slightest, it began to cut the light of the candles. Only one remained and it was placed in front of you illuminating the small of your face. Lips trembling as Yuta's hand crept forward nails dragging against the velvet table. Two fingers flicked up pinching the fire. Darkness spread across the room.

You pushed back your chair strong enough at the moment to break Doyoung's grip and ran as if your life depended on it. "Don't worry my brothers. She will come to us," Yuta said with a menacing tone. "How? She does not trust us?" Jaehyun asked. "We will each take turns," He said standing up to the window and watching as you run out of the manor. You continued to pick up pace never turning back. Yuta chuckled his hand pulling the dark curtain back. You made it past the fountain to the gated entrance of the manor. Pulling back the large, black iron gate with all your strength you ran down the hill. Running straight to your home.

"Doyoung you will go first, Jaehyun you will go second and I will go last. We needed her to trust us or it won't work," Yuta said darkly letting the curtain slip from his fingers. He fixed his rings turning back to his brothers. "How?" Doyoung asked. "The same way you did before she knew, you just have to try harder now," He smirked going over to his younger brother. Waving his hands as he spoke, "Woo here, tell her things no one has told her before. Make her feel special and cared for, be the exact thing she thinks she needs," He said. Doyoung shook his head, "You want me to deceive her?" he asked following his brother with his eyes.

Yuta shook his head, "No no, loving her is not new for you, or you," he looked at Jaehyun. He stood behind Doyoung placing both hands on either shoulder. He watched Jaehyun as well from behind Doyoung.

"She is our missing piece. We've waited a long time for this Doyoung, don't ruin it with nonsense," he said sternly. Doyoung sighed defeated. He could not argue with his brother, he had never been wrong about anything. Jaehyun and he followed the elder blindly since they fled the kingdom many decades ago.

"What if she is hurt?" Jaehyun asked finally speaking up. Yuat left Doyoung walking to Jaehyun. He took a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. Walking to Jaehun who pulled out a lighter lighting it for him. After a couple of puffs, he spoke blowing some of the smoke at Jaehyun. "Trust me not a hair on her body will be harmed," The cigarette hung from his lips. "If anything happens it's because you properly did something wrong," He pointed at him. "Remember we all love her and we agreed to share her. Brothers I am trusting you will not let your silly feelings make you forget we agreed she would be ours if it is what she wants. And if one can't have her then none of us will understand?" he asked but really told. Both vampires nodded their heads hanging high.

"Great," he smiled exposing his teeth. He turned to Doyoung putting out his cigarette. "You will be first so make sure you get some rest. You have a long day tomorrow," he patted his shoulder and left Jaehyun following behind shutting the door closed. Doyoung sided walking to his window. From this view, he could see the opposite side of the house, another neighbor's window of an older woman getting ready for bed. He turned away staring at the moon, "It will work," he said.

"She will desire me. The way I to her and it will burn," Doyoung said as his eyes fell from the moon and waited for tomorrow.

To Be Continued…

Yes, this will be Five Parts.

Part 1: I Begin to Desire You. Call it Playing with Fire Part 2: You, Who Brought Heaven Part 3: Loving You Is Incomplete and Risky Part 4: Come to Me Like You'll Swallow Me Up Part 5: Like a Storm, You're My Favorite

This is my first series on here so I hope you all enjoy it! I didn't want to make this short story really really long so I broke it down. Making sure I write everything I needed to write but also not overwhelm anyone.

Enjoy :)

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onmyyan · 1 year

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Marcos Delmont HC's

A/N: omg he's here NOT EDITED

TW'S : YANDERE, MURDER MENTIONED, POSSESSIVE, WEED

Marcos Delmont is the kinda guy your parents told you to stay away from, but you just can't help yourself.

6'2 and growing, he's not as big as his older brothers but he's still nothing to play with.

Possessive yandere give him all your love and everything will be smooth sailing.

Loves metal music.

Can play the guitar but rarely gets to.

Pierced his own ears in the kitchen one night cuz Manny bet he wouldn't.

Low-key a fashionista, no matter where he is he makes sure to look as good as possible.

Has a secret handshake with his twin.

He loves horror and thinks it's a romance genera.

When he smiles for real his eyes crinkle and the cutest dimple pops out on his left cheek.

Please wear his clothes.

Likes to take pictures of you, especially if you don't know he's there.

Bisexual and the last person to give him any shit about it ended up splattered all over the wall.

Sadistic in the way where he'll tease you until tears bead in your lashes just to kiss them away, he thinks you look so pretty when you cry for him.

But make no mistake, he's the only one allowed to make you cry. Anyone else who does is a problem. And he has a very permanent solution to those.

Has a warehouse in the dingiest part of town that's his little safe haven, this is where he likes to take his 'problems' has a drain in the floor for better clean up.

Killed the earliest out of all his brothers.

Also the best at it? Had a phase where he watched nothing but true crime just to learn what not to do.

Smells like good cologne and faintly of weed.

Has smoked the devils lettuce since he was a teenager and even has a side hustle where he sells it, no one besides Manny knows this, he's saving up to get away from his Father's iron grip.

It's not for moral reasons, he just has a problem with authority and taking orders for the rest of his life didn't fly with him.

Walks around like he knows he's the finest mf in the room.

Seems unshakable but between you and me he has days where all he does is lock himself in his room, bump mitski, and cry about the child he never got to be.

Huuuge fuckboy which is so ironic because all he wants is true, unrestricted, unconditional love, but he's terrified of letting anyone close enough to get it.

Bit of a pyro, loves how flames can be so beautiful and destructive at the same time.

Once lit a trash can on fire just to get his twin outta trouble.

Masochistic tendencies.

Kinda guy to smile like a psycho when someone tries to fight him because now he has an excuse to be violent.

Their last name carries serious weight in his town and he uses it to it's full advantage.

Since he's one of the youngest he's kinda spoilt, when he doesn't get his way immediately he will pitch a fit, someone usually ends up dead.

He and Manny have that weird twin telepathy.

Loves spicy food, it's the only thing he can make.

Knows how to ride a skateboard, before he could drive it's how he got around.

His reputation around campus was the guy you went to for the best bud, and if you wanted to get your back blown out no strings.

Tells people not to fall for him and they think he's being cocky, which to be fair he absolutely is, but it's also a valid warning.

Likes how people get addicted to him.

Never really felt all that bad when he broke hearts.

Then he meets you.

See before you He'd fool around with a guy and a girl in the same friend group and never have either find out, unless he was feeling particularly bored that day, then he'd tell them, but deliver it in such a 'heartfelt' and 'genuine' way they'd leave feeling sorry for upsetting him.

That all goes to say, he has an intimidating reputation by freshman year in college, but with the way your year had been, you deserved a good bake sesh to relax, so one day you muscled up the courage and took the plunge, unknowingly sealing your fate.

When he meets you, everything changes for him. You shyly pull him aside at the party of some asshole he can't remember, the girl he'd been chatting up literally tossed aside as he gave you his full attention. He'd seen you around campus before, darting between your friends and classes like a little bunny on a mission. The thought had him laser focused, what could such a sweet thing want with the schools big bad wolf?

"Hey Marcos right? I'm (Y/n). From science?" You stuck out your hand to shake his in what he could only describe as an adorable display of dork. He returned the gesture snd tried not to visibly jump at the jolt of electricity that ran up his arm the second he made contact with your soft skin.

"Hello (Y/n) from science." He took a purposeful sip of his cup, tongue flicking over the bottoms of his teeth, "What God do I gotta' thank for getting you to finally talk to me?" He could tell the laugh you gave was real and all of a sudden that's all he wanted to do, be the reason you made such pretty sounds.

"I heard you have good bud? Am I saying that right? I swear I'm not a narc I'm just poorly socialized." This time he genuinely laughed, the unfamiliar feeling blooming in his core- it scared him, terrified him in how fast he became addicted to it. "I think you're nailing it personally- here let's go upstairs I know just the thing to help." He made a big show of bowing for your hand which pulled more flustered giggles from you.

You moved to gently place your hand in his before hesitating. "This isn't gonna' cut to you 'Michael Myersing' me right?" He could see the actual worry hidden behind the humor you used and then and there something in him shifted, he usually took both delight and active participation in others despair, but that fearful look in your eye when you asked, didn't sit well within him all at, he dropped his hand to put down his drink at the closest counter, then quickly pulled out his phone before gesturing for you to do the same, and flipped it around to show an older womans smiling face.

"This is my mom's number- I do anything you don't like or say something particularly stupid, you can call her and tell her I'm up to no good which would in fact be signing my death certificate." You stared at him in disbelief before adding the number to speed dial, "Okay- lead the way." You nodded in the direction of the stairs pulling the grin back to his lips. He gently threaded his fingers with your own and all at once he understood why his Father's personality shifted in front of his Mother the way it did- why he softened for her.

First time he spends the night at your place he just assumes you wanna get down and dirty because he's never not fucked after being invited over, but then you're like 'no I actually just wanted to cuddle and talk, tell me about your day :)" he can tell your actually interested and it makes him feel all sorts of things, he's used to people wanting him for his body, so when you hold him against your chest he starts bawling.

He's never truly felt held, not like that, tells you he loves you that night.

"I'm not some bitch made guy who's gonna wait till' you say because that's what I'm "supposed" to do- I know what I feel, I know I love you."

Whines when you leave the bed, even if you're just going to pee he's waiting for you when you get back.

Likes the intimacy of bathing with you, not even sexy times, just being there in such a vulnerable state.

When he rolls up better believe you're in his lap, he claims his blunts come out prettier when he's looking at you.

Love languages are quality time, gift giving, and physical touch.

He's low-key insatiable when it comes to you, half of him feels immensely guilty he had partners before you and the other half is proud because those experiences made him know his way around the bedroom.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere oc x reader #yandere ocs #yandere oc #my oc #yandere oc marcos #marcos delmont #marcos x reader #marcos delmont x reader #yandere hcs

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 2 months

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fic idea I'll never write because it has too many fight scenes and I'm bad at those soooooo

quirkless Izuku Midoriya in the support class, approaching every hero student before the sports festival, offering his skills as a quirk analyst to help them prepare, starting everyone off with a free sample of advice to entice them into the deal

with a caveat

he is going to be fighting in the sports festival too, so if they agree to let him coach them, they will be giving him a leg up on them as he will know all their strengths and weaknesses, but coaching them in private means that none of the other students will be aware of their new moves

his talent as an analyst and strategist are already well known at the school, to the point that teachers sometimes even consult him, and he takes tea with Nedzu twice a week, he's scary smart

but he's quirkless,

the hero students think giving him an advantage is just going to even the playing field right? it's only fair to give him a fighting chance, some students agree just for that reason alone, he's so passionate, it would be such a shame to see him crash and burn right at the start

they mean well, they truly do

there are only two and half hero students who don't take him up on his offer

one being Bakugo, because Midoriya knew better than to even bother offering, partly due to his pride and ego, partly because Midoriya was already extremely familiar with Bakugo's quirk, but also because Bakugo knows damn well it's a fool's deal and he's already told off everyone in his class for being dumb enough to accept it

one being Monoma, who took one look at the situation at hand and laughed in Midoriya's face, surprisingly this wasn't due to any amount of pride, quite the opposite, Monoma did not underestimate him for being quirkless, as someone who had to spend half his time fighting quirkless himself he was well aware that Midoriya was just as much a threat as everyone else and Monoma would treat him as such

the half being Todoroki, who in the process of taking Midoriya's advice on how to exert more fine control over his ice, and then realising he's doing the same for almost every other student in his class, realised exactly how much of a threat this quirkless boy actually imposed, and then realised that if he wanted to have any chance of taking him unawares he might be forced to use his fire, as it's the only part of his quirk Midoriya had absolutely zero knowledge of, in fact it was one of the few quirks left in the whole hero course that Midoriya had no knowledge of

at the sports festival Midoriya shows up carrying several cases of support gear, he's been cleared by the teachers to be allowed one support item in each match on the condition that it was made by a support student in his yeargroup and that he was at least somewhat involved in its design and creation (powerloader was in charge of observing this process to ensure he met the guidelines and grew a few new grey hairs because of course their most terrifying analyst teamed up with his most terrifying engineer)

Midoriya chooses not to use any of his support gear in the team challenges, he wants to show that he belongs here on his own merits, to prove that he can make it using nothing but his own hard work and ingenuity

it's the one on one fights he utilises his support gear

Midoriya calculated which students were most likely to make it into the 1v1 rounds and prepared a customised support item to fight each of them, taking full advantage of every weakness he'd unearthed during his coaching sessions

he doesn't use any gear in his fight with Shinsou however, he wasn't from the hero course so Midoriya didn't offer to train him (Shinsou had as much to prove as Midoriya did and he had no intentions of getting in the way of that, and Shinsou would have turned him down regardless) but he had a vague enough idea of what his quirk was so their fight would essentially be nothing more than a quirkless brawl

it's a close call but where Shinsou's attention was split between fighting and trying to get a reaction from his shit talking, Midoriya was focused 100% on nothing but the fight, despite it being easy low hanging fruit Shinsou never uses Midoriya's quirklessness to bait him into responding, not wanting to stoop that low

his fight with Todoroki is intense, but with heat based support gear he's able to get through Todoroki's defences

Midoriya didn't get the Todoroki Family Traumadump in this universe so instead of a 'your quirk not his' speech we get a 'don't hold back on me they will jump at any opportunity to blame my success on someone else because I'm quirkless, I want everyone to know I won because I worked the hardest for it' speech

Todoroki ends up backed into a corner and forced to use his fire, unfortunately for him Midoriya was not only prepared to go up against his fire, he also built an entire strategy around Todoroki's poor control over it, it's close but in the end he's able to manoeuvre Todoroki out of bounds by using the fire to obscure the boundary line, and he wins the fight

Midoriya ends up facing Bakugo in the final round, to start with Bakugo is absolutely fuming at the fact that Midoriya made it this far, he is even extra pissed off when Midoriya states the only support gear he'll be using in this fight is leg gear to help him manoeuvre around, not even using an offensive weapon

Midoriya uses every little piece of knowledge he has on Bakugo to predict his movements and attacks, but Bakugo had been training privately specifically to avoid Midoriya seeing his progress (as much as he shit talked Midoriya for being quirkless he knew damn well that he was a genuine threat, even if he wouldn't admit it), but Bakugo had never seen Midoriya fight before today, with no edge over him strategically other than what he had learned from watching the previous fights, which helped little due to Midoriya's fighting style shifting with each opponent

it's a brutal, long drawn out battle, but Midoriya's close familiarity with Bakugo's quirk gives him an advantage Bakugo just can't catch up with, Midoriya mostly uses Bakugo's own quirk against him, eventually baiting him into pulling off a bigger than necessary blast with enough kickback to throw him in the air and then takes advantage of the uncontrolled momentum to throw him out of bounds, taking a risk and falling close to losing his own footing on the boundary line in the process

Midoriya wins the sports festival by a hair, securing a future seat into the hero course

Bakugo is actually really humbled by the experience, he has to go through a whole process of rebooting his brain to figure out how to feel about the whole thing, he wants to be pissed off but Midoriya had fought him with every ounce of strength and tenacity he had, it was more of a challenge than any of his own classmates had given him, he'd done everything in his power to beat this kid down their whole lives and instead Midoriya had taken that and turned it into fuel to prove him and everyone else wrong

Bakugo stops calling him Deku after that, saying the name just doesn't suit him anymore, Midoriya says that it never suited him, but it's nice that Bakugo is finally catching on

when Midoriya is eventually moved into the class, a couple of the students are a little pissed about the underhanded way he went about the whole thing, feeling as though he had kinda misled them and taken advantage of them trying to be nice to him by giving him an extra edge in the competition

Midoriya points out that he had been very transparent from the start, and that if they had taken him seriously and respected him as an opponent then they never would have taken his deal in the first place, he wasn't taking advantage of their kindness, he was taking advantage of their quirk bias

Aizawa backs Midoriya up by stating that Midoriya had actually cleared this strategy with the teachers to ensure it wasn't breaking any rules, and he was exceptionally disappointed that a majority of his class had fallen for the bait, and that they should take this as a lesson in not underestimating their opponents regardless of their quirks

Midoriya and Bakugo end up working together for more cohesively and make a terrifying duo, eventually even going with matching themed hero names Arsenall and Dynamight (lifting DIRECTLY from this tiktok because it's absolutely fucking genius, except in this universe the name is in reference to the vast variety of support gear he uses rather than the multiple quirks he has)

anyway I made this whole thing as a side effect of an idea where canon Midoriya gets hit by a quirk that pulls alternate timeline versions of himself into his world and Arsenall was one of them, there was also a guerilla journalist/vigilante Midoriya called Rabbit who I might also make a post of because I actually had the outline of an entire fic about him mentally noted down at one point so he is way more fleshed out

the other two versions didn't have super fleshed out stories but mostly because one was just quirkless Midoriya if he joined the support class but didn't enter the sports festival, and the other was villain Midoriya who is already basically an existing fanon character so I didn't feel the need to flesh him out so much

#lula's mha brainrot #mha #lula's aus #izuku midoriya #quirkless izuku midoriya #anyway if someone has written a fic like this please lemme at it

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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 10 months

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Don't fuck with my man

"I have a idea for it 😉 maybe they had a big argument and there having like a break 😞 and the dude from the previous one is flirting with reader and he flirts back and yk jealousy jealously. Then like more stuff you can add"

@dozcan123 for you!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Again absolutely love a jealous Quaritch

Warnings: swearing, smut, voyeurism

Human!Quaritch x Masc!reader

There was screaming, shouting, some amount of things thrown and in the end you'd stormed away. Boyfriend or not you would not let him speak like that to you. So for now you were on a break. Not broken up! Just needing to cool off.

Still he seemed to haunt you around the base. Glimpses of his muscular frame before you'd turn and see nothing. You'd chalk it up to your mind playing tricks on you but you knew how possessive he could be.

You were on a break but you wouldn't use that as an excuse to see other people. Deep down you loved him, even when he was being an ass. The idea of another man's hands on him set a restless anger coursing through you.

You stewed in the gym with Lyle today. The other man was on eggshells with you. Clearly Miles had said something to him but he wasn't going to expand on that. Instead he just hovered around you, spotting you or working out near by. You didn't appreciate the company. Your other friends had been kind enough to give you some space to collect yourself.

It was quiet at least. No one else seemed to have come by at this hour. Leaving you first pick of whatever equipment you'd be taking your anger out on. You swung a furious punch at the sand bag making it smack rather hard against Lyle behind it.

"Ah fuck!" He grunted as he peaked out from behind the thing. "Look it's getting late I gotta head off." Lyle said. He stepped off to the bench to grab his things. He paused a moment watching you stay by the bag. Lyle sighed taking the hint finally and leaving you in peace.

Or so you thought.

"Aww things okay at home babe." A man laughed as he came round the corner. Ben, that flirty asshole that just couldn't seem to take no for an answer. You'd had to keep quiet about most of his advances to Miles. He'd have his head for less.

"Not in the mood, piss off." You grunted before taking another swing at the bag. He slinked over draping his form on the back of the bag, stilling it as you kept swinging.

"Come on, worried Papa Dragon's gonna catch us..." Ben purred before grunting at your swings impact.

"Catch us what Ben? Catch me kicking your ass?" You snorted before landing another kick against the bag. Ben groaned again but you heard him chuckle. An anger flared though you and you shot another volley of hits though to him.

"Oh surly we could be having more fun then that." He said.

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He wasn't following you, Quaritch was just looking out for you. Word travels, folk knew he was pissed so folk might take advantage of that. Try and swoop in on what was his.

When Lyle tipped him off to you being alone he was moving before he'd even finished the thought. That prick Ben had been hovering all week, fucking vulture. Tiniest scent of blood and this guy was right at you.

His veins chilled as he rounded the corner. Through the glass divider he could see into the gym. Could see Ben rutting against the punching bag as you sent hit after hit against him through it. The sight made his stomach churn.

His flushed features, face twisting in some vile bliss as he took your hits. The vibrations of each swing, thrust, ricocheting through his nerves.

Quaritch could have stormed in, thrown that Ben to the ground but he caught your face too. The rage pulling at features he adored so much, the pain and anguish that he knew was his fault.

He wished desperately to smooth away those lines, to kiss each valley until you were his again. Would you spurn him? Spit venom at him again till you were both crimson and burning.

Furious Quaritch turned and crashed back out the door. He cursed and swore, tossing a bin to the ground as he passed it. If you were done so be it.

Only he couldn't move another step. A firm hand grabbed his wrist and stopped his escape. He turned sharply ready to blow off some steam on whatever idiot had cornered him now. Only his face fell, softening at your concerned eyes.

You were stunning. Heaving chest, slick skin, those tattoos he loved so much on display. He tried so hard to hold his anger, to imagine Ben's display but it was hard. All he managed was to keep a frown set on his brow.

Still your eyes met his with the unwavering confidence he'd always admired. You'd never squirreled away from him, never been threatened by him and he loved it. He was free with you and he missed that feeling so much.

"You not got Ben to finish off..." He bit. Immediately regretting the sentence as he watched your jaw clench. Biting back your own anger it seemed and it made his own jaw tick in response.

"I don't want Ben." You said, gaze locked on his own. Quaritch could crack under you, be split apart and lain bare. You wormed your way under his skin every time and made your home in his rib cage, curling round his heart. Your words always set a fire in him. Suppose it was up to him whether he'd be warmed or burn on that pyre.

Quaritch dragged a deep breath in through his nostrils and gritted his teeth. You hand still held his wrist the grip turning from almost harsh to soft. Fingers dancing up his arm and coming to rest by his pulse.

"I won't say I'm sorry." Quaritch said.

"I know." You whispered back. Palm still tracing up to his cheek now and Quaritch couldn't help leaning into it. He turned his face kissing roughly into the skin. Quaritch's eyes screwed closed, savoring the heat of your skin. He could feel you smiling at him through the dark and grinned against your skin.

He let his hands move to your skin, pulling under your shirt to rub your sides. You molded against him, arching to be closer still. Your hands moved behind his head as you pulled him down to you.

Chapped lips moved over his tenderly and he darted a tongue out. He swiped against moving in as your lips parted. He groaned into you, twitching to life against you. God he wanted to to take you here, right in the hall against the glass. Show the whole fucking planet just how good he was to you. Wasn't like anyone was around at this time to catch you both anyway.

He turned you against him walking you forward until you were flush against the glass. You gasped against the cool surface and he chuckled, rolling his hip into your ass. He felt you shiver before grinding back against him. His large hands traced under your gym clothes, one slipping up against your chest. You keened as he pinched a nipple and mouthed against the back of your neck.

You groaned hands flying back to make more contact. Gripping his head, nails scrapping along his scarred scalp and kneading into his hip. Desperate for his touch, maybe missing him as much as he did you.

Quaritch reached further under your shirt to your throat, squeezing against his as he ran a tongue over your ear.

"Eager are we?" He groaned as you continued rubbing back against his erection. The thin fabric of your shorts let him feel your curves, your heat as you moved. He reached his other hand from your abdomen to trace down to just above where your shorts tented.

"Who do you belong to?" He growled against your ear. Your body shuddered against his, your hands gripping him and trying to pull him closer still.

"I'm yours. Please..." you whined. Quaritch smirked, running his finger under the waist band as he teased.

"And I'm?" He continued, spying movement out the corner of his eye. He didn't need to advert his gaze to know who it was, he'd know Ben anywhere. Still he reveled in his stillness, the gaping and bobbing mouth. What would he do? Would he watch Quaritch prove how worthless he was?

Still the idea of him enjoying your moans, your form, anything of you bit into him. So Quaritch shifted his gaze, letting a glare fall on the other man as he rutted into your ass. Ben glaring back as Quaritch reached in and took your cock in his hand. He kept eye contact as Quaritch let you thrust into his fist.

"You're mine." You growled under him as your arched back against him. Chest flush against your back as your head turned to his, forehead rubbing his stubbled cheek. Quaritch was sure you could see Ben now too but it didn't slow your movements. Nor the keening groans and whines that were coming breathy from your lips.

If Miles could think straight he'd have torn Ben to shreds by now. For seeing even half of this he'd do worse but he couldn't stop chasing the friction against you. Pumping hard stokes down the length of your cock, desperate for your high more than his own.

Still he felt his own ecstasy coiling and burning through him. Almost dizzying arousal fueling every snap of hips against the curve of your ass. You hand was searing against his face, turning him away from Ben to lock him in a frenzied kiss.

You groaned again, growling into his mouth as your tongue tasted him. Your rolling hips stuttering as he thumbed over the head of your cock.

"Come for me." Miles growled against your lips. You moaned his name out cumming hard against the glass. Painting seed against the smooth surface.

Quartch couldn't contain his own fast approaching orgasm. Taking a hand from its grip around your throat to free himself from the confines for his trousers. Your hand tipped to him, pumping him through his high as his own release hit the glass.

He breathed hard, head tipping into your shoulders as he came down. Your hands trailing up his hip, past your head to rub his hair. Your eyes were turned to where Ben watched and he felt an odd satisfaction at your mocking glare.

Quaritch straightened up, tucking himself away as he slung an arm over your shoulder. He guided you away, loving how your eyes immediately locked onto him. He tossed a look over his shoulder as you both walked away.

Ben had remained frozen, a mix of anger and shame mixing as his eye's remained locked on the window. Quaritch's chest swelled as he you called back.

"Clean that up will yah?" You called without turning your head back. Quaritch barked a loud laugh pulling your shoulder closer into his chest.

"That's an order Private." He added looking down at your half lidded smirk.

"Think we can make it to the dorms before round two?" You purred.

#miles quaritch #quaritch smut #quaritch x reader #male reader #avatar #my fics

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tillyalf427 · 3 months

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Verlaine+Rimbaud x reader nsfw headcannons 18+

Notes : so I read through literally every verlaine and rimbaud x reader on here AGAIN last night and there's not nearly enough out there so uhhh...here have this 😂

Please read the warnings, I'm not 100% sure how tagging works on Tumblr anymore so read at your own discretion, most warnings are only brief but I thought I'd include them anyway!

Warnings: nsfw, bondage, choking, soft dom Verlaine, oral sex, praise kink, hickeys, fingering, riding, vaginal sex, sadism, edging, oral fixation, blowjobs, threesome, female terms used for reader

- Okay but soft dom Verlaine who loves the thought of the amount of control he has over both himself and the reader.

- So like when he's asked to choke them he loves how much control and precision is needed to use the right amount of pressure and not take things too far

It reminds him of his job as that also requires precise skills.

- Or when he ties you up with ropes criss-crossing over your skin, the process of tugging you to your knees by the ropes wound around your arms sends a jolt of electricity through his skin

- Let him hold onto your arms where they're bound behind your back whilst he fucks you and he'll go absolutely feral.

- Isn't a fan of gags because he wants to hear you and hear how much you're enjoying it, how else would he know when he's doing a good job?

- He needs validation!! Whether it's in the form of you moaning, or the garbled words that escape your mouth, he doesn't mind

- Potential praise kink anyone?

- Please he needs all the love in the world, tell him he's your good boy

- His favourite place to leave marks is probably your neck, he loves it when you can't hide them underneath your clothes, call him possessive if you must

- Likes to bite across your collar bones because he thinks they're pretty

- Isn't all that confident with eating you out or stretching you open because he's always afraid of hurting you

- But if you want him to he's more than happy to let you ride his face

- And fucking yourself onto his fingers drives him absolutely wild

- It gives him the little ego boost he needs to start scissoring his fingers, eventually slipping a third finger inside you before continuing where he left off

- Most the time he would be fairly quiet however, most often he would let out small grunts and quiet moans in between heavy breaths

-And sadist Rimbaud who loves nothing more than to tease and torture you until you're begging him to do anything.

- This man eats pussy like it's his job

- He'll happily spend hours edging you with both his tongue and his fingers, stretching you open slowly with a lazy smile.

- Pull his hair a little and he will lose it

- Rimbaud with an oral fixation anyone?

- Anyway

- His favourite place to leave marks is your thighs and hips, he loves to see the red marks blooming on your inner thighs and seeing the way his hand marks wrap around your hips.

-He probably has pretty long fingers which he uses to his advantage to tease and finger you

-Loves to watch you riding him, seeing the way your thighs tremble from the effort and the pleasure

- Every now and then he rolls his hips up as well just to see you gasp and tremble

- Try not to flinch when his cold fingers trail across your skin otherwise he'd take full advantage and finger you when his hands are freezing cold, watching you arch away from the strange sensation as your warmth surrounded his fingers.

- He would always end up flushed so pretty, pale skin warming up to a bright blush that travelled down his neck.

- His hair contrasts against it so nicely, falling around you and tickling with every movement.

And the pair of them together? Well...good luck 🤣

- Verlaine would hold you down against his chest whilst Rimbaud went to town with his tongue against your pussy

- Not only that but he would 100% use his ability, increasing the pressure of gravity on you until you could barely even wriggle.

- Both would make it their life's mission to cover you in marks, hickeys, bite marks, everything

- Nothing riles either of them up more than seeing finger shaped marks pressed into your hips when you're getting changed or when there's a mark too high on your neck for you to hide.

- Picture Verlaine tying Rimbaud's hands to the headboard, teasing him until you get home before encouraging you to sink down on Rimbaud's dick, riding him as he fell apart beneath you.

- Verlaine would tease Rimbaud's mouth, pressing his dick down his throat as you bounced on his cock.

- Or Rimbaud ordering Verlaine to fuck you whilst he sits and watches, cock in his hand and praises rolling off his tongue.

- Unless Verlaine happens to come without permission then he'll stand up, fingers tangling in Verlaine's hair to tilt his head back, whispering in his ear with a harsh bite to the skin there.

- He forces Verlaine to eat you out with his own release still dripping out of you.

- Fucking after a mission when you're all wine-drunk and tipsy, making everything sloppy and messy from the lack of coordination between the three of you.

-wet kisses and it's just generally fairly messy as you all tangle together

- And if for whatever reason you have a mission where you have to seduce the target, you may not be able to walk once the three of you get home.

- They both get jealous, irritation itching beneath their skin despite the knowledge that it was only for a mission.

- The sex that night would be rough, all harsh movements, biting and firm hands holding you in place however, once they were done with you, the softness would return.

- Between them they'd help you get cleaned up, running a bath for you and helping to wash the sweat and grime off your body, fingers tangling in damp hair as one of them rubbed shampoo in before taking the shower head to rinse the bubbles out.

- Then once you were dried you'd quickly be bundled up in their arms back in bed, soft words and kisses being passed around

- And if you happen to not be in the mood one day? No worries they'll work it out amongst themselves, giving you the option to watch if you're up for it.

- And quite frankly it's intriguing to watch the dynamic between the two of them on their own just as much as it is to be between the two of them.

- Seeing the way Verlaine submits fully to Rimbaud sends a shock of pleasure through you and uncovers the urge to have Verlaine in that position yourself

- Or seeing how Verlaine pressed Rimbauds legs up against his chest whilst fucking into him filled you with the perfect ideas on how to tease him to completion in the future.

- Overall, the pair of them are probably pretty good to you in bed, they both have strong personalities and motivations so there would likely be occasional times when they clash with each other

- But if they do just tie them both to the headboard with vibrators against their dicks and tease them for hours on end 😉

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crusty-chronicles · 1 year

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Airheaded S/O Headcannons #2 Ging (HxH)

He finds you annoying (at first)

Can’t begin to fathom how he got stuck with you

Or why

Ging, the boar-ish man who’s an absolute ass, stuck with an idiot who can’t take hints?????

“Go away.”

“Ooohhh on a trip!!???? Where we heading.”

And then you look at him with those puppy dog eyes and he gives up.

“Bother someone else.”

“But you’re my friend???”

He may be completely stuck with you, but he will not baby you

You tripped?

Don’t be a baby, get up

You’re cutting with the wrong end of a knife?

Figure it out yourself

Lost your way home?

Good

He does classify you as harmless after he’s gotten used to your presence

But then he sees you fight and his perspective changes big time

He’d gotten himself into trouble, as Ging does, with a couple of angry goons

Now Ging could take care of himself perfectly fine. (He’s just lazy and doesn’t like to put in any effort)

But to you, your stinky little rat friend was cornered 🥺

Poor little buddy was gonna get pummeled

So you stepped in with your nen

And it was a sight to see

“Collapse.” One word and your aura had overwhelmed the enemies.

Not even one punch, just one word and you’d won

He lets you stick around without complaints after that

But only on the condition that you’d fight his battles from then on

He’s a goblin, the same man who left his son for 12 years. Is he not supposed to use your surprising strength to his advantage???

“Y/n, Pariston is being mean.”

“I’m gonna kick his ass!!!!”

You become known as his guard dog, much to Ging’s delight

It means less people bother him

It also means he gets to bring you in on Zodiac meetings

“I won’t go if they’re not allowed in.”

Will not change his mind

You make things more amusing and less boring.

The others don’t mind (except for Pariston)

In fact, Cheadle prefers having an unbiased and unintimidated party to hash out ideas to.

Ging has absolutely no clue he likes you until you leave for your own hunter business

You’d be gone for a month and he’d be alone with his thoughts

No sound of breaking objects

No constant buzzing from his phone (you and kite being the only people who had his number)

And no idiotic ramblings

It was too quiet without you

And it didn’t seem like you to be completely no contact

So little by little he began to worry

What if you were hurt somewhere?

What if you were being tortured somewhere?

What if you had just decided to stay gone?

You hadn’t gotten fed up with him, had you?

He decided to find you

Not because he missed you, what you’re crazy, he would never 🙄🙄🙄

It was because you probably got stuck somewhere and needed his help

And he had nothing better else to do

That was it!!!

He searched everywhere for you

Everywhere

But there wasn’t a trace of your nen

Was this what Gon was going through????

Man he owed that kid an apology when he found him

But that wasn't important right now, you were missing

You were a blacklist hunter so the possibility of you being dead was certain

However, as he checked into a shitty hotel after yet another day of looking for you, he could sense someone was following him.

It wasn't wise to track one of the best hunters in the world

An even worse choice to track one that was already pissed

"Just tell me what you want and get it over with." He was surprised to find himself engulfed in a hug

Then a very familiar voice filled the space

"Ging!!!! I missed you!!!!"

It was you

You were okay

You were alive

Of course you were, he'd seen you take out an entire group with just one word

Why the hell had he been worried???

He pushed your face away with one hand, a pout on his face.

"What did I say about touching."

You begrudgingly let go

"Fine. But what did I say about showering."

Doesn't let you leave by yourself anymore after that

"But Ging, I need to get paid. It'll just be for a few weeks"

"And I told you not by yourself. Last time I let you go alone you had a bounty on your head."

Calls you puppy or pup

Why?

Because you follow him around like a golden retriever

Doesn't let anyone else call you that

Will and has fought them

Doesn't like to engage with Pariston, but loves it when you do

"Oh, looks like Ging brought around his little guard dog again."

"What about it rat man?"

"I just think it's unnecessary for a grown man to have somebody else fight his battles."

"You're just jealous that everybody would rather fight you than for you. That and you're a bi-"

"The meeting has begun!"

He absolutely melts when he sees you interact with Gon

Your eyes lit up immediately upon seeing the small boy.

He was sobbing about what happened to Kite when you picked him up and started cooing

"AWWW!!!! ITS A MINI GING!!!"

And Gon stops crying immediately

"Look at how smol he is!!!! Aww precious boi!"

Gon's blushing, embarrassed by your sudden attention

And Ging is staring at the two of you with stars in his eyes.

His family, happy and complete

But he'd die before he'd admit that.

You and Gon get along so well and are constantly keeping each other engaged

Which is great for Ging, who is glad to have a small break from all your energy

But also not great because this immature man still wants all of your attention

Gon may be his son, but Ging found you first 😡

Ging's actually the one who has to ask if you're dating or not

You two spend so much time together

You live together

You refer to Gon as your son

"Are we dating?"

"Haven't we??? For a couple months, right???"

And he goes along with it because why not.

"Just testing you," and gives you a peck on the cheek so you don't suspect anything.

An: The easiest head cannons of my life ngl. His character was so fun to write for.

NEXT UP: Nico Robin

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bloodiegawz · 1 month

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ROUND TWO BABY GIVE IT UP FOR ROUND TWO !!

Keyper will once again be participating in the Kirby OC Tournament! ( @kirbyoctournament ) Much to his dismay... pray for his antisocial soul. As such, he will also be open for asks and interactions!

Submission and character information below the cut- it's a bit of a copy/paste from his last one but there have been edits :3

Keyper (17, he/him)

Reference Images:

(The other OC in these drawings is Rhodo! She will not be included in my submission but is Keyper's only friend, so she's often seen with him. They live together in Raisin Ruins.)

Notes on Personality:

Although not shy, Keyper is very antisocial, if only for the fact that he doesn't know how to interact with others and is accustomed to being alone. His reclusive nature is more of a habit than a choice, though he'd like to (and does) say otherwise. He puts his needs first always, concerned with his own well-being as a means of survival.

He doesn't like to talk about himself, but he has a bit of an ego and will brag about his own abilities over others- usually right before overestimating himself and absolutely eating dirt at whatever he was doing. If someone is having trouble with something, he will likely tease or taunt them and not help. On the flipside, he's easily upset when things don't go his way- much like his grouchy demeanor would suggest. Generally, Keyper comes off as a snarky, moody teenager, motivated by little other than anything with immediate utility.

Despite himself, he tends to gravitate towards those like him- whether they be lonely or simply surviving but especially if they are struggling in their problems. He feels a need to get these people on their feet if nothing else, knowing the hardships of being stressed and underprepared.

In rare cases, when confronted with something unexpected (be it anywhere from getting lost in a new place to emotional vulnerability), Keyper's immediate response is fear and anxiety. He doesn't like unfamiliar situations and will try to get out of them as soon as possible, or otherwise shuts down.

Backstory and Lore:

Keyper is a hybrid Key Dee/Hunter Scarfy. An odd combination for sure, and even stranger is his role in this dynamic: he watches over a key that seemingly has no door. Though he doesn't know what it does, he has an attachment to it and values it even more than himself. He has no home and by now no parents, living in the sands of Raisin Ruins for all of his life. He took up bounty hunting as a way to live, moving from town to town to take on whatever jobs he can get his claws on. Many people reject his offers to work because he's so young, though...

Other fun facts:

His favorite foods are bread, apples, and honey. On the contrary he despises most sugary desserts like ice cream or cakes.

Uncomfortable in super crowded areas and prefers to be with just a few people if being alone is not an option, a role that is nowadays taken by Rhodo.

Has not had a proper bath in one million years (maybe like one or two months).

Prides himself on his claws and will do anything to keep them clean and sharp, even if the rest of his hygiene isn't maintained so carefully. Because of this, he'll opt for using a knife rather than his claws for fighting.

He is easily distracted by shiny objects. Please do not take advantage of this fact, he will be very upset.

His bag contains multitudes, a possibly comedic amount of things to carry everywhere on a regular basis, but incredibly useful. Many people suspect there's some kind of enchantment on it, but when asked, he shrugs and says he "just found it".

Despite having floating paws, he prefers to keep them close and won't reach out very far with them.

His eyesight is much worse with his single eye rather than the false ones, which is something he's self-conscious about.

Is colorblind (deuteranopia).

#gawzdrawz #kirby series #kirby oc tournament #kirby: keyper #kirby: rhodo #kirby oc #uhhh i think thats all my tags #anyway yea :) hes back #sorry i dont have time to do more for this post !!!!#i have... so many things to do.... haah

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