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OH, WHO IS SHE? | HAITANI RAN

pairing: haitani ran x fem!reader

— featuring: haitani rindou, sanzu haruchiyo, kokonoi hajime, kakucho

summary: he wasn’t sure why he was so captivated by you, but he was intent on figuring it out—if only he knew where it would lead him, maybe he would’ve chosen differently.

warnings: virgin!ran, fem!reader, serial killer!reader, implied stalker!reader, sub!ran, dom!reader, dubcon, implied manipulation, dacryphilia, knife play, light humiliation and degradation, overstimulation, implied character death

notes: kinktober installment #1 + for @sennsational's lullaby of woe collab and @xiaosins's virgin killer collab

wordcount: 6.6k

“You can’t just sit here and fucking wither away, Haitani.”

Ran shut his eyes as Sanzu Haruchiyo’s grating voice met his ears, willing the other man to go away. Much to Ran’s immense displeasure, Sanzu only drew closer, letting out an irritated breath.

“You’ve barely left your apartment in three weeks. You can’t just sit in here for the rest of your life… Look at this, your room’s a fucking mess, what’ve you been eating, scraps? The fuck are all of these maps? Are you trying to-”

The judgment in Sanzu’s voice was loud and clear as he eyed all of the news articles and maps that Ran had set up around the apartment. Ran’s eye twitched. “Fuck you,” he said, voice low.

Sanzu scoffed, “As if I would ever touch you, much less fuck you,” he said snidely. “Your wallowing is pissing Mikey off, snap out of it.”

There it is, Ran thought to himself, teeth grinding, the real reason Sanzu was at his apartment--Mikey.

“Rindou is gone, Sanzu,” the words sounded cold and bitter to Ran’s own ears, a nauseating taste on his tongue. His chest felt hollow and Ran felt sick to his stomach admitting the words out loud for the first time. His brother was gone, and Ran was alone. “Will you give me a fucking break?”

Sanzu paused, and for a moment, Ran hoped and prayed that he had managed to get through to him. His prayers went unanswered, unfortunately, when Sanzu opened his big mouth a few seconds later.

“Right. Gone. He’s not dead, he’s missing,” Sanzu said. “We’ll find him.”

Ran laughed, but it was a cruel and unhappy sound that made his skin crawl. “He’s been missing for a fucking month,” Ran spoke coldly, but he couldn’t force out the implication of what that might mean.

“He’s missing,” Sanzu said again, more firmly this time, “and he’s going to stay missing if you don’t stop trying to do all of this on your own, if you work with us, we’ll find him faster. Stop sitting here all miserable, come out with us tonight.”

“Are you joking?” Ran finally looked up from his hands, glaring dark at Sanzu, “Was that supposed to be a joke, Sanzu?”

Sanzu gave Ran a thin, clearly fake smile, “Do I look like I’m joking?” he shot right back. Sanzu took a step back when Ran rose to his feet, livid, and a small part of Ran couldn’t help the sick joy that bubbled in his chest when he noticed. “Look, all I’m saying is that you’re no help as you are right now. Kokonoi and I are going to a casino up in Shinjuku, pretty sure Kakucho and Mochi are gonna meet us there. You should come, relax tonight and try to get your mind off things, and then tomorrow during the meeting we’ll get together a better game plan for finding Rindou--it’ll be easier with you there to help, you know him best.”

Ran looked away, eyes trained on the ground, the sick feeling in his chest only grew. Rindou was dead, the dark voice in the back of his head whispered, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead.

And Ran tried to calm himself down, take in deep, even breaths. He’s not, Ran wanted to scream back, what if he’s out there alone, captured, waiting for help? The thought made him feel ill, imagining his little brother out there, chained up, hurt, waiting for Ran to come save him while Ran was sitting in their apartment, drowning his miseries with alcohol and trying to put all of this stuff together on his own instead of utilizing all of Bonten’s resources.

He felt Sanzu’s hand curl around his shoulder, “We’ll find him, Ran,” Sanzu murmured, “I promise.”

Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Ran wanted to snap back but the only thing that left his lips was a soft sigh, and a nod.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Let’s go.”

---

Ran wondered if Rindou would hate him for going out and trying to enjoy himself when he was missing. Stress on trying because no matter how hard Ran tried to distract himself at the roulette table, or by playing a round of poker with Kakucho and Sanzu, he simply could not take not get Rindou off of his mind.

What if he was suffering right now? What if he was in more pain with every passing second and Ran was just chilling at a fucking casino? What if-

Kokonoi knocking his shoulder drew him out of his thoughts, and Ran sighed when he realized he had to place his chips. Pressing his lips together tight, he picked up his chips, letting his eyes drift over the roulette table.

10, 19, 20, 13. Four on each.

He leaned back in his chair once the chips were placed, waiting for the dealer to spin the wheel. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to know how much money he had gone through so far, all he knew was that it wasn’t as much as Kokonoi--who somehow managed to lose every single bet he had placed. Usually he would have tapped out by now and taken his losses, and Ran honestly wasn’t sure why he hadn’t yet… or well, he supposed that was a lie. Kokonoi looked miserable with every chip he placed but Kakucho kept throwing dark glares right back at him that he probably thought Ran wouldn’t notice.

Ran nearly rolled his eyes, but he figured that it was at least somewhat entertaining watching Kokonoi’s money flush down the drain, knowing how stingy the man usually is with it.

Ran circled his glass of whiskey slowly, watching how the amber liquid sloshed to the top edge of the glass, his gaze flickered up when he caught movement across from him. His eyes trained on a hand reaching over the roulette table, placing chips right over where he had placed--six of them on each.

Ran’s lips twisted down at the blatant one-up, eyes drawing up further to land on you sitting across from him at the table. His brows furrowed at the smile playing at your lips, the light look dancing in your eyes.

You leaned back in your seat as soon as you placed your final six chips over the nineteen and Ran’s eye twitched in annoyance, but he couldn’t help the curiosity that built when your eyes didn’t leave him, even as the dealer spun the wheel, drawing the attention of the other players.

Who the hell were you?

He’d never seen you around before--and he had frequented the casino often before Rindou disappeared, and as far as he knew, they didn’t usually get new patrons considering this was a place where Bonten tended to hold business. And you seemed comfortable, as if you had been there a million times before.

He wanted to ask Kokonoi if he had seen you before but Kokonoi suddenly had a sly smirk on his lips, no longer weighed down by the gambling losses as he looked between the two of you. Ran’s brows furrowed and he opened his mouth to speak but the wheel had stopped spinning before he could.

20. A win.

His eyes darted up to you.

For both of you.

You only smiled easily as the dealer handed you copious amounts of chips, placing them in an expensive looking coin purse before leaning slightly over the table.

“Thanks for the win,” you murmured, an amused lilt to your tone, tossing him a wink before leaving the roulette table to go over to the bar.

He stared after you, eyes drawn to your retreating form even after the dealer finished handing him his chips, watching your hips give a subtle sway with each step, the way your dress rode up your thighs, the way your hair swished as you looked back over your shoulder once, eyes meeting his one last time before you reached the bar.

Kokonoi nudged him once again. “You gonna go after her?” he asked.

Ran raised his eyebrows, “Hm?” he questioned, pretending not to know what he meant, even though he certainly did. He considered Kokonoi’s question as the other man rolled his eyes. There was something about you that made him feel rather drawn to you, and he didn’t know why--maybe it was the teasing little smile that was on your lips, or the indecipherable look that lit up your eyes as you looked at him, he wasn’t sure what it was and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

As if you could hear his thoughts, you looked back over your shoulder again as the bartender handed you some sort of martini--lemon drop by the looks of it. Your eyes met his, darted down to the open seat next to you for just half of a second before you started making conversation with the bartender.

A request, he realized, to come sit with you.

Every cell in his body urged him to go after you, his fingers twitched around the chips the dealer had placed in front of him, his legs tensed.

“Go,” Kokonoi said.

“Rindou,” Ran shook his head, a gross feeling sweeping over him as he remembered that his little brother was missing and he was out at a casino ogling some girl he had never seen before. His heart sunk to his feet, his shoulders slumped.

“Ran,” Kokonoi said firmly, grabbing his shoulder and forcing Ran to look at him. Reluctantly, Ran met his eyes. “We will find Rindou. Go get your mind off all of this.”

Ran let out a heavy breath, still not really willing to get up and go over to you, still cursing Sanzu out in his head because fuck him for convincing Ran to come with them.

“I’ll watch over your chips while you go over there,” Kokonoi’s pulled up into a smirk and Ran scoffed, rising to his feet and pointedly putting his chips away before shooting Kokonoi a dark look and walking in your direction.

As soon as he made his way to you, an anxious feeling began to tug at Ran’s chest, one that made him want to turn on his heel and go right back over to Kokonoi--maybe rejoin Sanzu and Kakucho at the poker table. He shook his head, pushing the feeling away as he drew closer to you.

Haitani Ran was not one to get anxious over many things. He was smooth with his words, usually had a tight lid on his emotions, and he wasn’t sure why he was suddenly feeling that way with you, just like he wasn’t sure why he was so drawn to you to begin with. Maybe it was just the weight of what was going on laying heavy on his shoulders, affecting his mental state, but Ran couldn’t help but feel that it was something more.

Who the hell were you?

The question rang through his head yet again, begging for an answer as he finally approached you at the bar, sliding into the seat next to you.

“You came,” your voice was soft and smooth as honey, there was not a hint of surprise in your tone. You knew he would come, and a part of Ran twisted in irritation when he realized he had walked into whatever trap you had laid out for him--even more so when he realized he hadn’t even known there was a trap, he had never been this unobservant before.

Focus.

“You don’t sound surprised,” Ran noted off-handedly, watching your lips tug up around the rim of your glass.

“Because I’m not,” you said simply, not bothering to elaborate.

“And why’s that?” Ran pressed, voice faltering when your gaze slid to the side, watching him carefully from the corner of your eye.

“Because you’re a man,” you said lightly. “Men are rather predictable.”

Ran raised his eyebrows, trying to push away the amusement that bubbled in his chest at your words. “Oh? Are we now?”

“Mhm,” you agreed, not bothering to elaborate, and Ran had half a mind to keep trying to get a more straight up answer from you but he could tell from your expression that pushing on the subject would get him nowhere. Instead, he tried to take a route that would actually bring him results.

“What’s your name?” Ran asked curiously, taking another sip of his whiskey.

You smiled slightly as you told him your name, and Ran repeated it, letting the words fall off his tongue easily--a pretty name, he noted, a pretty name for a prettier girl, he wanted to say but the words died in his mouth just as he went to voice them aloud. He had a distinct feeling that you would not be impressed by the cliche line, even if it were true.

“I’m Haitani Ran,” he said after a moment, “Pleasure.”

You smiled thinly, eyes crinkling, “All mine.”

---

You were… something else, to say the least.

Ran still wasn’t quite sure what it was about you that had him so entranced, or maybe he did--your tongue was sharp and kept him on his toes, your eyes danced with a sort of mischief that had his blood running hot in a way it really never had before, all of your movements were fluid and graceful from the way you sipped at your martini to the way you walked across the casino, following him to one of the pool tables. You had him captivated and Ran just couldn’t draw himself out of it.

You were younger than him by a few years, a law student at a prestigious university in Bunkyo. You were smart. You were smart, and you were pretty, and had similar interests to him, and you took Ran’s mind off of everything else shitty going on in his life, off of what was going on with Rindou, off of how shitty his mental state had been the past few weeks, off of Bonten, off of his uncertain future. It was crazy, really, how you seemed to always know what to say to keep him at ease, to keep his attention, to keep him happy. Ran had never quite been a believer in soulmates, but he swore that you made him question his skepticism.

He was smiling for the first time in weeks as you rambled on about a case you were studying for one of your classes as the two of you were taking shots at the pool table, talking about your professors and classmates, about future job opportunities. And it was quite comical to Ran--a gang executive getting all friendly with a law student, the idea itself nearly made him laugh.

“What’re you smiling about?” your voice knocked him out of his thoughts, a smile teasing at your lips as you leaned against the pool table next to him, head cocked to the side. “Is my suffering so amusing to you?”

The smile that tugged at his own lips matched yours, eyes lidded as he looked down at you, “Not at all,” he murmured.

“Mmm,” you hummed, eyes glittering beneath the lighting, “I bet.”

Ran raised his eyebrows in mock offense, “You don’t believe me?” he asked.

“Not for a second,” you giggled, eyes bright, lit up with a type of energy that Ran hadn’t experienced in a long time, one that had him scraping his tongue against his teeth, trying to push away the feeling that pooled in his lower abdomen.

This was new.

Haitani Ran was no stranger to sexual desire. Or, he supposed that wasn’t entirely true. He was no stranger to the advantages of sexual desire, and he was no stranger to being the object of other peoples’ sexual desire. Lust and love were powerful emotions, ones that Ran had learned to make use of with his looks over the years to his and his brother’s advantage. Seduction was an art that he had learned to wield as impeccably as he could his baton. Information, money, assassinations, there was nothing he hadn’t been able to get done in the name of Bonten just by utilizing his tongue and appearance.

He had made a game out of it, really, trying to see just how quickly he could get someone to fall. He loved watching their breath quicken, the way their pupils would dilate, the way sweat would bead at their foreheads and the way their fingers would tremble. He loved even more the devastated expression on their face when they realized that they were just a game to him.

Ran had never been able to get enough of it.

But for all of his games, Ran had never felt that feeling himself--he had never been on the opposite end until standing with you at the pool table. Maybe it was just from how often he’d be the one trying to lure people in, he knew all of the tells, and because he knew them, it would just never work on him

Sure, there had been fleeting moments of attraction, but it was nothing like this where he could feel his body heating up every time your eyes met his, where he could feel that coil tightening in his abdomen when you brushed against him, where he was hanging off of your every word like they were dripping honey.

He wanted you, the thought rang loud through his head, his heart raced. He wanted you in a way he had never wanted somebody before and it made his skin crawl with equal amount of nerves and anticipation, because Haitani Ran was good at reading people and he knew you wanted him too.

And in the back of his head, he knew this wasn’t the time. He had to be focused on Rindou, and finding him, and getting him back, but Sanzu’s and Kokonoi’s words echoed in his head--telling him to relax tonight, and tomorrow they would all get down to business and they would find Rindou. Ran would be no help to them, stressed and panicking, and he knew damn well that’s the state he would wind himself into alone tonight.

But for all of his charm and smoothness, Ran did not know how to ask you back to his place. One, because his place was a mess and he knew damn well you’d think he was crazy for all of the articles and maps he had strewn around the floor and pinned to the walls. Two, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to force the words from his lips even if he had decided the mess wasn’t an issue.

You made him nervous in a way he had never been before--he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, he hated being thrown off guard like this but… the feeling was almost addicting, thrilling, even. It wasn’t often that he was the one in this position, in fact, this really might have been the only time in his life he’d been in this position. A part of him enjoyed it--you were not predictable like others that have tried their hand with him, you kept him anticipating your every word, itching to hear the words that left your lips, itching to inch closer to you as you leaned over the pool table to take another shot.

Ran’s eyes followed the way your body moved, shifting as you aimed for the eight ball. He held his breath as it knocked against the cushions of the pool table once, and then twice before the black ball sunk into the pocket, signaling your victory.

Ran exhaled disappointed, eyeing the three striped balls of his that were still laying out on the table.

“You win… again,” he added, dryly, but he couldn’t find himself to be irritated at his three strong losing streak from the way your face lit up at another victory. “I suppose I owe you another round of drinks.”

But you only shook your head, and Ran’s heart faltered as he wondered if you were going to leave--he supposed it was getting late already, nearing two in the morning, but he still hadn’t worked up the courage to ask you to come home with him and he wasn’t ready to return him to the eerily silent apartment, too empty and cold without his brother living there with him.

“How about we take the next round of drinks back at my place?” you asked lightly, looking up at him through your lashes, and Ran paused, caught off guard by the question. He couldn’t help but wonder whether or not your request was just a coincidence or you could read his mind… or maybe you really could just read him that well. The final thought was a bit off putting because he was not used to people being able to read him, much less read him with ease, so he pushed it away.

“Funny,” he smiled, “I was just thinking the same thing.”

Your eyes lit up oddly, the same way they had when you had sunk the eight ball into the socket--another victory, he realized was what you considered this but he felt like it ran deeper than just you wanting to bring him home, he just wasn’t sure how though.

Your lips tugged down suddenly, as if you had caught the sudden bout of suspicion.

“I always play pool with the guys I want to take home, I use it to dictate how my night goes,” you explained. “If I get three wins in a row, I usually take it as a sign to try my shot if they haven't already. It hasn’t failed me yet.”

The suspicion that clouded his mind drifted away, smiling lightly at your words. “Ah, so you have a thing for men that you kill in pool,” he said, nodding toward the exit of the casino as the two of you made your way through the large room, a giddy feeling of anticipation swirling around his gut.

With his back turned to you, he totally missed the way your eyes had flashed cold. “Yeah,” you agreed with a laugh, “something like that.”

---

Perhaps he was out of his element, Ran considered as he laid back on your bed, the buttons of his dress shirt undone, chest heaving as you straddled his waist, still fully clothed. A smile danced at your lips as you watched him, unbothered by either of your positions.

For a moment, Ran couldn’t help but curse himself for his big mouth, he always talked himself up too much, made too many boasts, implications of experience that he did not have. For as often as he was all up in other peoples’ business, playing the charmer, the seducer, he had never actually taken it this far.

And you knew, he knew that you knew if the delighted look in your eyes had anything to say about it, trailing your fingers up and down his body, nails grazing his skin, tracing his tattoos. His body shivered under your touch no matter how hard he tried to stop it.

“You’re so sensitive,” you murmured quietly, gaze drifting down his body briefly before you pulled it back up to meet his. His face burned at the comment, and from the way you smiled, he knew his face was beet red.

“It’s been a while,” he lied, and you raised your eyebrows.

“A while?” you teased and Ran let his eyes slide shut and his head fall back against the pillow in embarrassment.

“Is it that obvious?” he complained, and you laughed.

“Just a bit,” you told him, and Ran swore that he had never felt so humiliated in his life, remembering how he had talked himself up at the pool table.

“Hey,” you said quietly, and Ran leaned his face into your touch as you cupped his cheek, lidded eyes looking up at you. “It’s okay, we can take it slow.”

And maybe he shouldn’t have, because he knew you were still technically just a stranger, but Ran felt at ease with you in a way he had never felt with anyone before, relaxing under your touch, letting you lead the way when lack of control was usually something that gave him anxiety.

You leaned down, pressing your lips to his, and Ran sighed against your lips, bringing one hand up to cup the back of your head while his other rested at your side. You moved your lips slowly against his, easing him into the kiss, and Ran wanted to tell you that he had kissed a million times before, you didn’t need to take it this slow, but Ran’s intentions slipped away as your tongue darted out to swipe against his bottom lip.

Your kiss was as intoxicating as you were. Ran supposed he should have expected it, but it still left his head fuzzy and his fingers trembling. He wanted more. Your lips weren’t enough, he wanted to feel every inch of your skin, he wanted to map out your body with his hands and lips, he wanted to learn who you were in the most intimate possible way.

His grip on your waist tightened, and he tugged at your dress, indicating that he wanted it off. He could feel you smile against his lips and Ran couldn’t help the way that his own lips twitched up in response. You pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you for a moment.

Ran’s hands slid beneath the bottom of your dress, long fingers splayed out across your thighs, and he paused, brows furrowing when he felt something strapped to your outer thigh.

A sheath?

Ran faltered, pulling back, frowning deeply. Alarm bells rang around his head but you only slid up your dress, showing him the sheathed knife.

“It’s been dangerous around here,” you said quietly. “Lots of break-ins. Disappearances. I’d rather be safe than sorry.”

Your answer didn’t really do much to ease the suspicion--because for one it didn't make any sense... you wouldn't have been able to get in the casino with that on you, and then when you slipped off your dress, you did not remove the sheath but it was hard for him to stay concentrated on that with your nails scraping against the contours of his abdomen and your lips dragging up and down his neck. Sucking, licking, teeth grazing the skin just enough to make his body shudder. He tilted his head back to give you better access, something you took advantage of instantly, lips pressing against beneath his jaw, trailing behind his ear, and Ran could barely even hold eyes open much less keep a stable train of thought.

He felt as if he were drunk off you, you and your touch and your lips. He couldn’t get enough. You knew how to work his body as if you had been with him a million times before—you knew just where to touch, just where to kiss to have him biting back whimpers. And he supposed it was something he should have questioned but he couldn’t bring himself to.

All of the bravado from earlier was gone as he let you take the lead, sliding down his pants and looking up at him as your fingers wrapped around the waistband of his boxers.

“You sure?” you asked—from the look in your eye, you already knew what his answer would be but Ran felt something warm in his chest bubble at the way you waited for a verbal answer.

“Yeah,” and he hated the way his voice sounded soft and breathy, anxiously watching as you freed his cock from its confines. Ran let out a low groan, head falling back, when he felt your hand wrap around his length, pumping experimentally once, and then twice, thumb sliding over the precum beading at his tip.

He swallowed thickly as you straddled his waist, hands coming down to rest on your thighs, body tense with anticipation as he waited for you to sink down on his cock. You didn’t immediately, and it nearly had Ran’s hips jerking up in impatience.

“I want you to keep your eyes on me the whole time,” you said, tapping his lips once with your pointer finger.

Ran blinked, brows furrowing as he processed your words before he nodded, opening his mouth to agree but you didn’t give him the chance—instead finally taking the moment to sink down. Ran’s eyes nearly rolled back at the feeling of your warmth enveloping his tip, hips bucking up to bury himself deep in your cunt.

The sound of your gasp had his fingers digging into your thighs, trying to keep some semblance of self control as your walls fluttered around him, sucking him in as you rolled your hips slowly. Ran let out a low groan of your name as you leaned down to press your lips against his, biting down and tugging at his bottom lip.

“Feels s’good,” Ran choked out, eyes meeting yours just for a minute before they fluttered shut again as you began to rock your hips at a steady pace. You tapped his cheek twice gently and Ran remembered your request, reopening his eyes to try to focus on you. He felt hot, and he felt dizzy, and he could feel the heat pooling in his abdomen all too quickly.

“Gonna cum already?” there was a mocking edge to your voice that had Ran shaking his head.

“No,” he lied, even as his cock twitched inside you, “No, can handle it.”

You only smiled at his words.

He tried to push away the feeling--try and failed that is, when his unfocused gaze shifted down to where the two of you were connected, watching the way you bounced on his cock, watching the way it pushed in and out of you, the way your cum ringed around the base of his cock, sticky against his pelvis.

He watched as you tilted your head back, lips parted, another pretty moan leaving your lips adding to the lewd noises of skin-on-skin and the sloppy sound of his cock splitting open your cunt. Your hands slid up and down his chest, lips trailing up his neck, teeth nipping at your jaw, and Ran tried to match your pace, hips snapping up against yours, but it was uneven and erratic. The coil in his abdomen tensed and tightened, his heart raced and his body shook and he couldn’t push it away this time, a haze settling over his head as you fucked him closer to his high.

His eyes knocked back as you brought your hips down as he bucked his up, jaw slack and an obscene moan of your name escaping him as he spilled his cum deep inside you. His fingers dug into your skin, bruising to hold you in place, and his thighs tensed and trembled as he stuffed you full of his cum until it was leaking out and dripping down his cock.

Ran was reeling, body shaking violently, grip on your waist weak in the aftershocks of his orgasm. His gaze was unfocused and his head felt light, and the pleasure bordered on pain as you continued to roll your hips against his once his grip loosened, ignoring the slurred pleas to slow down that escaped his lips.

You looked more than pleased as you eyed him, and Ran hated the way he couldn't hold back the hisses, how he couldn’t stop the way he tried to squirm away, how his grip on your waist wasn’t strong enough to stop your movements. He couldn’t stop the way the tears pooled in his eyes, blinking them away furiously but it only caused them to spill down his cheeks.

You cooed, mockingly, and Ran’s face heated up in embarrassment. “Are you crying, Ran?” you giggled, “I thought you said you could handle it? Did'ya lie to me?"

“I can,” Ran gasped, “I can, just gimme a second, gimme a sec-”

His voice broke off into another strained moan, vision flashing white when you rocked your hips hard against his. He could feel the way your walls fluttered around his cock, he could feel the way your skin slid against his, he could feel the way one of your hands were intertwined tight with his hair, and it was just too much for him. His body was spasming beneath yours, he couldn’t hold his eyes open, his jaw was slack. His words were garbled and he wasn’t even sure if you could understand what he was saying--if you did, you didn’t care. He didn’t want to know how lewd he must look from your perspective, the thought itself had embarrassment flooding his body.

It wasn’t long before he was lost in the pleasure again, hips instinctively bucking up into you as you fucked yourself on his cock faster, nails digging into your thighs, trying to keep some sort of leverage as you pushed him closer and closer to his second high all too fast.

“Are you gonna pass out?” you asked him, fingers wrapping tight around his chin, forcing him to look up at you. His gaze was blurred, and he tried his best to shake his head under your hold, trying to tell you that he wasn’t going to pass out but he wasn’t even sure he wasn’t, his entire body felt fuzzy and weak, his head felt heavy.

“I’m not,” he tried to say but from the way he could make out the smile twitching at your lips. You didn’t believe him. Of course you didn’t, he didn’t even believe himself.

"You're such a pretty crier, Ran," you cooed softly. His hands dropped from your waist as another low moan escaped his lips at your words, eyes sliding shut.

At once, he felt something cold and sharp pressed against his neck.

His eyes flew open, wide and alarmed, throat bobbing underneath the blade you had pressed to his skin. “Wh-wha-” he began, still half out of it but acutely aware of the sudden danger.

“I said keep your eyes on me,” you said quietly, and Ran’s mouth dried, blinking up at you before he nodded, waiting for you to remove the knife from his neck.

You did not.

“Relax,” you told him, and he wanted to tell you that it was easy for you to say because you weren’t the one balls deep in a girl who was holding a knife to your neck, but he couldn’t force the words out. He knew he should push you off but he felt boneless, still trying to recover from the intense orgasm. “I won’t hurt you.”

Your voice trailed off oddly, as if you had wanted to add something at the end but decided against it. Blood roared in his ears as he stared up at you, fingers twisting the bed sheets beneath the two of you. He tried to relax, tried to do what you asked of him but couldn’t.

You shifted on top of him and Ran hissed as the knife dug just a bit deeper into his skin, just enough to draw blood. He froze when his cock twitched at the sting of pain, and his breath shook when he noticed how sharp your eyes had gotten, clearly noticing it as well.

“You liked that,” there was no question to your voice. Ran opened his mouth to deny it but no words left his lips--he couldn’t bring himself to deny it because there was a part of him that knew it would be a blatant lie.

The smile that tugged to your lips was unlike the others you had given him throughout the night, there was a more excited, predatory edge to it, and combined with the way your gaze was trained rapt on where you were holding the knife to his neck, it made his blood run hot.

You rolled your hips again, experimentally this time, and Ran would forever deny the whimper that escaped his lips as the knife pricked his neck at the same time as his cock dragged against your walls.

Your breath was erratic, pupils dilated, eyes darting around his body observing how he reacted to you. He supposed his only consolation was the fact you seemed just as turned on by this as he was. He should be alarmed by the sudden switch but he was too lost in the feeling of your pussy wrapped tight around his cock to bring himself to be.

At once, you began to move your hips faster, bringing yourself down on him hard, fucking him in a way that had his eyes knocking back with every rock of your hips. His body shuddered, hips snapping up recklessly even as each movement had the knife digging deeper into his neck, blunt nails ripping into your bedsheets.

He moaned loud as you leaned down, tongue darting out to lap up the blood dripping down his pale skin, your free hand sliding up his body, nails scratching deep into his skin, drawing even more blood.

The pain, the overstimulation, the feeling of your body sliding against his and your walls fluttering around his cock as you used his body to get yourself off--it was overwhelming. Ran was gasping for air, tears spilling over his cheeks. He brought his hands to your thighs, palms smoothing over your skin, feeling them tense with each bounce.

No noise escaped him this time as he felt his orgasm hit him before he could hope to push it back, back arching up off the bed, lips parted in a silent moan, head dizzy and body hot, as he finished inside you again. His chest heaved and his body trembled, limp against the mattress as he looked up at you, hair matted to his sweaty forehead and body half-numb as you continued to fuck yourself on his cock.

And he swore he had never seen something more beautiful than you in that moment, head tossed back, lips wet and swollen, chest rising and falling rapidly, letting out pretty moans as your walls fluttered and spasmed around him, knife dropping from his neck as you pushed yourself closer and closer to your high. His body shuddered as he felt your cunt tighten around his cock as you finally finished with a loud cry of his name.

A cold feeling settled in Ran’s chest as his blurry gaze slowly focused on something sitting on your dresser, a piece of jewelry that he hadn’t noticed before when he was still so lost in you. For a moment, he wasn’t sure what he was looking at--his half hazy mind just couldn’t process it.

A ring.

A ring that matched the one that Ran wore on his right hand.

Rindou’s ring.

Ran’s brows furrowed, chest heaving as he tried to figure out what that might mean. Were you with him the night that he disappeared? Did you know something? He ripped his gaze from the ring, looking back up at you with a string of questions prepared to let loose.

The words died on his tongue when he felt something cool and sharp pressed to his neck--the knife again. His eyes darted up to meet yours— taking in the cold and unfriendly expression on your face, a total contrast to the warm look you had set on him earlier in the night.

A thin smile curled at your lips, one that didn’t reach your eyes. He swore that in that moment, even if it was only a few seconds in reality, all of those things he had taken note of throughout the night but dismissed came back to the forefront of his mind, all of the red flags, all of the things that had made him double take--the knife, the way you had been able to read him so easily, how you always knew what to say, how you had all of the same interests and all of the same opinions...

“Smile, Ran,” you murmured. “You’ll see him again.”

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You washed hands, wiping your face off with a towel before looking into the mirror.

It had been a bit of a challenge, this time. You were used to each target only taking a few days to lure in and finish off but Haitani Ran had been on guard after his brother’s ‘disappearance.’ There had been a good moment there where you were worried you would have to move on when he refused to leave his apartment, which would have been unfortunate, really, considering that you had spent so much time observing him and his brother.

You supposed you would have to leave the area now—the men he was with had seen him leave with you. You would be under watch, surely, once they realized he wasn’t around or answering messages.

But a part of you couldn’t help but hesitate, mind drifting back to the white-haired man with sharp eyes that had been at the roulette table with Ran.

You smiled lightly to yourself, pulling on a pair of gloves before leaving the bathroom.

Maybe you’d be able to knock off just one more from that group.

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deceitfuldevout · 1 year

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Easy Money (Part 3)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Minor Character death,

Author's Note(s): This is a brief filler for the upcoming chapters. I wanted to go into depth of how Robert finds the reader after three years.

Robert makes plans to meet with his previous employer. He’s doing this because he needs some extra cash on him. That’s all.

“Why did I even bother hiring you if you can’t even get the damn job done!” the man spat. Robert keeps his calm. He doesn’t know how long it’ll take until his patience runs out, “Listen man. I just need to know where she is.” his hands are raised signaling defeat, he shrugs “What can I say the video became a hit, the fans want more.” he plays it off. But the other guy doesn’t buy it, ”So find some other bitch to do it. She ain’t even around no more.” he chuckles. Robert pauses for a moment. He looks the older man dead in the eyes, “What do you mean?” his voice low. His expression now serious.

Robert wants answers from this man and he wants them now. His former employer is started to get annoyed by Pronge’s pestering, “I mean the bitch is gone is what the fuck I mean. She ain’t around here no more. Dropped everything then disappeared. No one’s seen her since.”

Shit. He had a feeling something like that would’ve happened, “You don’t think she put herself out do you?” maybe he had been too harsh on her. He did get a little carried away. But who wouldn’t? Her pussy tasted like heaven. Her cunt felt like home. He realizes now that he’s way too invested when he notices the other man’s stiff body language, “After what you did I wouldn’t blame her, and why the hell do you care?”

“It’s only an assumption. Don’t get it twisted.” Robert knew he was hiding something. He just needed to get an answer out of him. Robert could tell he was bluffing as soon as he chucked, “I’ll find someone else to get the job done. Put a bullet in that bitch’s head.“ that would soon be a mistake he’d soon regret. Robert looks him up and down. He smiles briefly then begins striding towards his van. When he starts his engine. The man suddenly pulls out a gun and points it at him. He thought fast but Robert thinks faster.

Pronge stomps on the pedal, driving the van forward. He’s had enough charades. His glasses fall off the bridge of his nose from the impact. He slowly backs his car up from the victim. He parks his vehicle. Sliding his glasses back in place before stepping out. He walks to the man now leaning against the wall. To his surprise the poor bastard was still alive. With both of his legs now broken, An elbow pokes out from his torn skin, he was coughing up an impressive amount of blood. He was still alive. Suffering immensely, but alive.

Originally posted by fuzzyghost

“You don’t look so good bud.” Robert tilts his head whole smirking playfully, “Someone should put you out of your misery.” he playfully pokes the man’s crooked nose, causing a stream of blood to pour out of his nostrils which made it harder for him to breathe. All the man can do is wheeze and gasp with his punctured lungs. Robert whistles, impressed by his determination to survive. He sits a hand on the side of his bruised neck, “Here. Let me help.” his hand clutches the man’s jaw and jerks his head around.

A loud crack echoes through the garage. Robert stands up. He inspects the man for any sign of life. Yup, this guy was most defiantly dead. He bends down to scoop the body in his arms, “Alright work with me buddy.” he huffs before hoisting the body over his shoulder. Into the freezer he went. He retrieves the dead man’s wallet. He’ll have to search his place for any clues that would give him a lead.

When Robert arrives at the man’s run-down apartment there was barely anything left. No addresses, no phone books, not a trace of someone ever living here. He’ll give the man some credit where it’s deserved. This guy was good. Robert searches the bedroom for anything out of the ordinary, making sure not to leave any fingerprints. He finds something in a large dressing cabinet. A shoe box hidden in the bottom drawer. It’s old and worn down. He pulls it out carefully.

He opens it with gloves finding dozen’s of women’s panties bagged and labeled neatly. There were all sorts of them. Some ranged from a larger size, to medium, to borderline-worrisome small, now he really doesn’t regret running him over. Robert’s takes a brief trip down memory lane. He remembers the color, what type. He pulls them carefully out of the plastic bag, the faint scent of beer had still been there. He chuckles after noticing his ex employer hadn’t bothered to wash them. That kinky son of a bitch.

Pronge almost feels embarrassed knowing exactly what they looked like even after all these months. They were a cotton lace set cause she was a classy bitch. A good girl at heart. He remembers the way it would wrap perfectly around her. How she was wrapped perfectly around him. He reads the name. First and last. Finally, he was getting somewhere. But that was about it from what he could find. At least he knew now where to start.

From only her last name alone he found out a brief bit of family history. Her parents were local business investors who died in a car accident. In one night she went from a socialite heiress to the sole inheritor of their empire. But as of lately she was currently missing. Robert wasn’t convinced she was truly gone from the face of the earth. She must’ve been in hiding. He was sure of it.

After a few weeks of following her old schedule he was at a loss. She hadn’t made contact with anyone in particular from her old job or friend group. He would drive around her neighborhood daily. Nothing. As if she packed up all her belongings and vanished. He finds himself back at square one again, returning to his role as the notorious Iceman.

2 years later

Summer has returned once again. Robert parks his van underneath a busy bridge. It’s rush hour, the cars drowned out any noise that could be heard from where he hid.

Originally posted by justfilms

He shifts his seat back for more space. He drags the zipper of his body suit down. Revealing his scarred chest as he pulls out his length. His tip is red and leaking. It’s his fifth time today. His fingers are still a bit pruned up from earlier. He licks his lips before giving his tip a teasing rub. A hand wraps around it while imagining a pair of lips. He pumps his shaft until he’s at a decent pace.

But it wasn’t not enough, Robert craved for more. He longed for the warm feeling of a tight cunt holding him. He wanted to hear to the sounds of a woman whimpering. To taste the saltiness of her tears. All while looking into her eyes. He wishes for a chance to see them, this time without a blind fold. He massages his member harder now. Imagining the sight of her slick arousal dripping down her thigh and….shit!

Robert finishes himself off with a few spurts. It wasn’t as good at the few earlier but at least his urge died down for now. Even after an intense round he still feels as though it hadn’t been enough to satisfy his urges. He wanted more. He wanted to listen to the sounds that escaped those puffy lips. Not this annoying bitch in the back, “Will you shut up? I’m trying to jerk off and you’re seriously killing my mood.” he tosses an empty beer can at his victim.

There’s a woman in the back he had taken earlier. She screeches louder from the box holding her. Robert rolls his eyes. If he knew she would be this much of a pain he wouldn’t have taken the job. He grabs a few tissues to clean his shaft before getting up. He strides to the back of his van. As soon as the woman hears him approaching she begins to scoot away frantically. He looks her up and down, the first thing he noticed were her tits. They weren’t too shabby for implants. Her husband told him he could do whatever he wanted. But those were to be returned to him.

He sighs, “Y’know…” he pauses, “This could’ve been avoided this if you hadn’t slept with the pool boy.” he shakes his head, Robert crouches down, “I mean you kinda did this to yourself. Marrying into the mafia and all.” each of his feet are by her small rib cage. She’s frantic. He removes her blindfolds to reveal her now smudged makeup. Her lashes batted with thick clumps of mascara, “P-please…you have it all wrong I’d never cheat on my husband! H-he’s a good man!” she wails.

Originally posted by featherymalignancy

Robert physically cringes from her high-pitched squeals. He places a finger on his lips to shush her. He retrieves a photo from his back pocket. Pictured is the woman with her eyes blissfully shut as she gave oral to a much younger man. Her pool boy-toy. Not her husband. Robert waves the photo in her face, “This is you right?” there’s a pause after. That was all the proof he needed.

She shakes her head side to side. Her bombshell curls bounce with each movement. She begins to bawl again, “Please! I-I’ll make an offer! I know who works for him and–and what him and his men do, where their locations are. I’ll never show my face in this town again just please don’t kill me…it was a stupid mistake–”

“Several times? I mean c’mon it’s like you wanted to get caught.” he swiftly turns around towards an ice cream box, “and if you were wondering yes I did kill the little runt.” He ducks down to get a better reach for a tool. He didn’t feel like cleaning them up today so he came up with a tool that’s easy to dispose of. He pries open his cooler and pulls out a sizable ice pick. He walks over to her and straddles her thin waist. In her final moments the woman screams at the top of her lungs for him to stop.

Robert wastes no time jabbing it straight into her jugular. She begins to choke on her own blood. Her vision blurs from the amount lost in a short amount of time. She twists and turns a few times, spreading crimson on the plastic sheet below. Her beady eyes roll to the back of her head. His palm pushes the rest of it down until it pokes a hole through the other side of her neck. She sure as shit wasn’t alive by now. He tosses the body into an icebox for later. If the rest of her wasn’t filled with botox and plastic he’d sell it off.

Robert changes out of his work clothes and into his daytime uniform. Adjusting his bow tie before starting the day. He sits back in his seat, tapping fingers on the stirring wheel. He turns the vehicle on and starts driving. As soon as his ears pick up the sound of children laughing he switches on his music. A catchy tune plays for all to hear. To let the children know the ice cream man is near.

Originally posted by theweekndxo-xo

As soon as the last child is given a cone he shuts his window closed. He steps out to take a smoke break. He closes his eyes after the first huff. He remembers how good it felt right after he took her. She was too cute, shaking her head as if she had done something wrong. He inhales another lungful of nicotine and breathes out. He smirks. In the end it was him who ended up being screwed over. A small price to pay over some quick cash.

He keeps his head low, avoiding any eye contact with civilians passing by. He never liked crowds. Robert only ever lonely with people around. Their faces were all a blur to him. Everyday brought another insignificant face he’ll forget about by tomorrow.

But not hers. Never hers. He doesn’t know why. Even after all this time.

Robert decides to walk to a local hardware store nearby. He peers into each store. Each had their own story. The first one he passed by was a ma-and-pa diner, the second one was a bar, the third was a thrift store. That’s when he notices a familiar figure. He stops in his tracks.

There she was. In all her glory. His girl. Although there were slight changes in the way she looked. Her hair was longer and braided to the side. Her figure was slightly fuller than before. There was more to grab. Just how he likes it. Robert knew it was her. He never forgets a pretty face.

In all those months of searching, he would’ve never guessed you’d still be in town. That you would be thriving. You’re wearing a sundress for the warm weather rapidly approaching. It clung to your more curvaceous form. He bites his lips while staring at the way your dress hung down your curvy figure. If he could he would stand there all day gawking at you working diligently.

No surprise in you getting fit from the work. You distributed the extra weight well. Your hips are wider now. His palms itch at the thought of grabbing them. You had a glow to your complexion since the last time he saw you. Then he sees you turn around to look for someone. He was gone before you had a chance to look out the window.

Robert makes it to his car, forgetting all about why he was there in the first place. He could care less. All he wanted to do now is have you coil underneath him again. Where you belong. He plans a visit the next day while in disguise. He had to be sure it was really you. He walks into the store with his head low. He pretends to look through items on racks. He glances up every now and then to see you folding a sweater.

Pronge picks up as much randomized items as he could, enough to keep you busy. When he reaches the front you greet him with a smile. A genuine smile. Not like the ones in the photos he had. However your eyes told a different story. They no longer belonged to a young naive girl but pieces of a broken soul still healing. Robert watches silently as you type away on the register. It was clear now, you had not a clue as to who he was.

Robert knows now this won’t be the last encounter he’ll have with you. It was time for planning. He had rented a different vehicle for scoping around. You were constantly proceeding with precaution everywhere you went. Always making sure you’d never be left alone or at least taking certain safety measures. You were so confidant that your car keys placed carefully in between you knuckles would protect you. From what? You live in the suburbs. Unless there was some serial killer–Oh, that’s right. How funny.

Robert’s legs are perched up on the dasher of his van. He watches you from afar approaching your car. He waits a minute before starting his engine and follows you. After a few minutes of driving he knew where he was heading. It wasn’t a richer providence but nonetheless a white picket-fenced area. Emphasis on white.

Robert made sure to park his car a block away. He follows closely until you’ve made it into your apartment building. With a quick lock pick he’s in. He keeps his head low in his baseball cap. He watches you walk into an elevator. He reads what floor you were headed on then rushes for the stairs. As soon as he makes it to your floor he looks around the corner.

From what he remembers the elevators should be there. You’re already trying to unlock the door to your apartment. But someone from the other side opens it before you do. He holds his breath. He didn’t expect you to have a roommate. You didn’t have one in the past.

So just who was that?

Robert peaks from around a corner, waiting patiently for someone to leave. After a while the door finally opens again. A young woman leaves your apartment. She hauls her backpack over a shoulder before waving goodbye. Her apartment was down the hallway from yours. He flinches when he hears your door open again, “Hey!”

Robert ducks behind a corner. He is sure he’d finally been caught. That is until he hears your voice again, “You don’t have to come tomorrow sweetheart. Mondays are a lot steadier.” you wave a goodbye to the young woman before finally shutting your door. She nods before carrying on. He makes a quick mental note to get rid of your little guard dog. Robert would have to visit the shop more often if he wants to get an accurate schedule. He is a man who is quite fond of details.

All he needed was a single week to collect enough data for his newest persona. He looks in the mirror in front of him. He needed a haircut. Also his beard would look more put together with a few trimmings here-and-there.

Originally posted by pariztexas-deactivated20210721

Robert knew what women wanted in a man. Most of them wanted someone neatly groomed, with a stable job and income. He would play the role of an eligible bachelor. It wasn’t hard to grab a woman’s attention. He knew he was easy on the eyes. A few times it had gotten in the way of his work. But now he needed his looks as an advantage.

When he walks into your store he’s readier than ever. Robert struts right up to the register, “Hey,” she looks up and waits for what he has to say, “I was wondering if we could maybe go out for a date?”

For a moment she’s taken aback. Of course she would be you’re putting her on the spot. Time for a different tactic. A pity date, “You know what, it’s alright if you don’t feel comfortable. I mean I’m a total stranger, and I don’t want to seem like a creep. I understand if you’re not interested in a relationship at the moment. That’s fine. I’m sorry for bringing it up especially at your work—“ if he just keeps going at it she’ll feel bad.

Soon enough she cracks under pressure, “Wait! I-I’m sorry if I seemed a bit off I’ve just never been asked out before,” there it is, “I’ve never even been in a relationship either. I should’ve said something earlier. Sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring your advances. It’s just that I don’t even know your name,” she looks up. Nervous for what his answer would be. He has to bite back a laugh, the poor thing is too bashful to find words. He gives her time to muster up some courage, “…I’ve got a busy schedule…so I’ll close the shop early tomorrow.” that makes him smile, “Robert Pronge, It’s a date, and dinner’s on me.”

Originally posted by steviebarnesrogers-blog

The two of you exchange numbers. Robert lets you know when he’ll be arriving to pick you up. He sends you a playful wink before leaving. He wouldn’t have to rely on any transportation which was a good thing. His van would be a dead giveaway. Today was the day. He had waited outside of the store, arriving ten minutes earlier with a bouquet in his hands. You happily take it from him. For once, in a fairly long time, it seemed as though everything was going well.

Robert considers himself a patient man. He doesn’t however, have time for charades. If you were even a few seconds late for your date he’d barge in the store and just take you. He looks around to see if you’d call the cops on him yet. So far the coast was clear. He’d never been so risky before. Then he sees you stepping outside. He felt almost hesitant to go out while being so exposed.

Originally posted by sleepypanda27

Now part of him wishes he had brought a pair of thick-framed glasses. He caught you walking out of the store after locking it. It’s the little things he takes notice of. Like how you’d done your hair for him. From what he could tell your makeup was different as well. A sign that you wanted to be there. With him. You seemed…happy. Excited even. How adorable.

Robert knows the steps from what his old man had taught him. Always offer a gal some flowers and an arm to hold. You crack a smile at his romantic gestures. Ever the gentleman. Your date goes just as planned. All of his answers are perfect. Too perfect. Which had you genuinely impressed by him. But that made it all a bit suspicious, “I’m sorry it’s just that—I can’t help but feel like I know you from somewhere..have we met before?” Robert couldn’t hold back a light chuckle, “You really don’t remember me do you?”

Originally posted by drunkxabi

This was too good. He’d been waiting for the right moment to tell you. He might as well let you know the truth by now. He flings his arm over your shoulder until it’s gripping the side of your waist. You feel your nerves getting the best of you. Was this how dates were suppose to be? It was unusual having someone, let alone a man hold you like this after so long. Robert tilts his head towards your ear. His forehead presses against your temple. This was all too familiar. His voice is low, “I’m the same guy who locked you in his warehouse three years ago…” he sighs. Tears begin to cloud your vision. No…no not again!

You shake your head in disbelief. This isn’t happening. This isn’t real. It can’t be. Robert nods while pouting his lips, “I couldn’t stop thinking about this sweet pussy of yours…” he whispers, reassuring you that he is in fact, the man who ruined your life. Your eyes begin to prickle tears. He love it, the tears only rile him up, “Oh keep doing that baby…you look so pretty when you cry for me…” Robert’s arms have a firm grip around your body before you get the chance to run away.

You try screaming for help but a hand shoots up to muffle your cries. He gives you a warning, “Scream and I’ll kill everyone in here. Did you forget that I never back down from my word?” He finally releases his hand on your mouth. You didn’t know what he had in store. You only want to go home, “Please…what else more could you want from me…?” you whimper. Isn’t it obvious? He only wanted your mind, body, soul..and in his words, “Everything.”

He finally found you. His little money maker.

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medea10 · 1 year

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My Review of My Stepmom’s Daughter is my Ex

How…?!

How do I live with myself? It’s not easy. You have to throw away your shame and remind yourself that you’re only human, you survived worse, and that you are trash. I’m sure it’ll be tame like Marmalade Boy and at most there’ll be a kiss scene halfway down the…

She’s half-naked on the couch and he’s on top of her. I think this is faster than Domestic Girlfriend.

Mizuto Irido is in an unconventional predicament. His father remarried! That’s not the crazy part though. With the addition of a stepmother comes the addition of a step-sister. And that step-sister happens to be Mizuto’s ex-girlfriend from middle school, Yume Ayai (now Irido). Neither Mizuto nor Yume are digging this new setup. For starters, their prior relationship ended badly so neither one looks upon the other favorably. But both are going to put up a happy face to not upset their parents.

While they put up a happy face around their parents, everywhere else they get snippy with each other. And the biggest part is both of them claiming they are the older sibling. Kinda hard when both characters were born on the same day and year! But Mizuto and Yume both play mind games with each other to make the other feel inferior. Call it a poor-man’s Kaguya-sama! Okay, let’s see how these dysfunctional step-siblings mess with each other.

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: This is currently airing on Crunchyroll. It’s been nearly a year and so far, no dub to come from it. I still enjoyed myself hearing people like Hiro Shimono and Miyu Tomita. Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

*Mizuto is played by Hiro Shimono (known for Zenitsu on Demon Slayer, Connie on Attack on Titan, Dabi on My Hero Academia, Aoba on Durarara, Syo on UtaPri, Akihisa on Baka and Test, and Hiro on Ef: a tale of memories)

*Yume is played by Rina Hidaka (known for Filo on Shield Hero, Silica on SAO, Last Order on Railgun, Ririchiyo on Inu x Boku SS, Kohane on xxxHOLiC, Nemesis on To Love Ru, and Yamai on Komi-san)

SHIPPING: Mizuto and Yume had a prior relationship during their middle school years, but they broke things off and had quite the bitter resentment towards each other in the aftermath. Nowadays, it feels like they have a Kaguya-sama: Love is War mind game relationship, but they’re step-siblings instead of student council members. It’s not going to sound any crazier if I say it again. They have to act normal or concede defeat and be the little brother or sister in this relationship. But we do get some naughty moments between these two including unsettling scenes with the other’s undergarment.

Now what I didn’t see coming was with this friend of Yume’s, Minami. She loves Yume so much that she is willing to marry Mizuto so she can be closer to Yume. I am not sure what to make of this and I don’t feel I have the strength to deal with her. I’m just going to tell myself that Minami will end up with that other idiot in this series. I forget his name.

And then there’s Higashira! She posed a real threat to Yume, yet Yume ends up trying to help the girl out with getting closer to Mizuto and eventually confessing to him. Did it work out for Higashira? Fuck naw! Dude has other priorities in the love department and we all know what he wants.

Now, this series does show how the main duo fell in love and fell apart. They became a couple during their middle school years with some seemingly cute moments here and there. It’s just that when school, friends, and real life interfere, things took a turn for the worst for this relationship. And watching it, kinda made me feel annoyed. I’m not taking anyone’s side in this as I feel like both Yume and Mizuto are at fault for different reasons. But I’d like to chalk this up to both of these idiots were in middle school. They’re both hella immature at that age. Though, they both do stupid stuff during high school. Then again, it’s only been a year between both times.

ENDING: Before the ending, we caught a glimpse of what went down between Yume and Mizuto during their relationship. What happened and who was the first to mess up? Actually, it went south during their final year of middle school when both were placed in separate classes. After that, Yume made new friends and Mizuto was kinda resentful towards her. Then, Yume got jealous once when Mizuto talked to another female classmate. This was followed by months and months of the two not speaking to each other resulting in an agreement of breaking up. It was obvious that BOTH OF THEM regret not speaking up during that time. It becomes very obvious that’s how Yume was during a family reunion. They both have a momentary lapse of judgment and go back in time for a few minutes.

The final episode revolved around a summer festival. This is something Yume and Mizuto have history with as they were both together for one. We get constant flashbacks of their past fling and one flash that’s thrown at us several times is Yume crying alone because she got lost and Mizuto finds her. In this episode, it goes the other way around as Mizuto hides from his family and finds something solitary. Yume finds him and she kinda makes a decision. It looks like she wants to win Mizuto over as Yume Irido instead of her past self of Yume Ayai. Yeah, they kiss. They still act like they’re the older sibling and bicker. But is there something there? We probably will never know unless we get a second season.

This was something I wasn’t expecting. I came in thinking that this was going to be as trashy as Domestic Girlfriend. I come out feeling like I watched the first 13 episodes of Marmalade Boy if it was taking lessons from Kaguya-sama. As of now, both the manga and the light novel are still in publication so there’s still more to come from Yume and Mizuto. However, the manga, light novel, and anime were mostly seen as just an okay story. That’s how I’m at with this anime. It was okay. Had some good parts. Got annoyed seeing their middle school split-up. Okay, I’m starting to sound old and bitter here. Probably because I went through something similar at a younger age and look back upon it with a thick layer of cringe. That and I’m at that age where I see this and scream, “you damn youngins, get the fuck over it”. Or something like that! Decide for yourselves if you want to sit through this series or not. It’s a short series to get through.

If you would like to watch this step-sibling/past-love anime, Crunchyroll has all of the episodes available.

#anime review #mamahaha no tsurego ga motokano datta #my stepmom's daughter is my ex #yume irido #mizuto irido #isana higashira #akatsuki minami

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illidanstittats · 2 years

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First day playing Classic WOTLK! (Technically this is the second day but shhhh) I made a Kaldorei Druid named Sylveria Moonwhisper and got her to level 10 before I logged off for the night.

Some things I’ve thought about while playing:

I MISSED THE WRITING THING! The thing where when you get a quest the words appear written, as well as a writing sound. Why did they get rid of that? If players found it annoying they could just toggle it off in the menu. I feel like we’re missing out on that in Retail.

The dialogue is so well written. I feel like quests now lack the character the old quests had.

They really did just shit on all the old lore. Druids believed they went to serve in the Emerald Dream when they died. How fucking awkward. (Also all the stuff with Elune in Shadowlands bothers me but that’ll be another post.)

WISP FORMS!!!! I dearly missed wisp forms while being dead. I died a lot during these 10 levels and while frustrating, I still loved being able to fly around as a wisp. Why did they remove that in Shadowlands? If they were trying to make them just as important as every other race, which they are, they just took some of their flavor away.

Druid quests to get forms were so nice! Yeah they took a minute to do as leveling in Retail goes so much faster but! I genuinely liked going out of my way to get my bear form. The lore they pack into each of the Great Bear’s lines are just. Yes.

As a roleplayer, they make it so easy to be able to slip into character! From quest dialogue to just regular dialogue.

Oh how I missed you, class trainers! I know you had to go out of your way to get your spells when you leveled but I thought that was honestly fun.

Moonglade serves a purpose here other than just a portal place. Sure I wish it was more popular among other druids so it’ll be a bit more populated but eh.

One thing I do not miss is the old customization options. I do like what they’ve done in Retail, at least for the Night Elves.

That’s honestly all I can think of at the moment. You really don’t realize what you have till it’s gone lmao. Playing WotLK Classic has so far made me love maining and roleplaying a druid again. I stopped playing before Mists of Pandaria came out simply because of the funds. And when I came back, Dragonflight was just announced. I missed a lot and going through it all is a chore. I want to go through Pandaria and Warlords but I just can’t. Legion’s fun but I’ve done the Aszuna questline so many times now I think I can quote it. Battle for Azeroth was also kind of fun but after a while I just wanted it over. I loved the Horde War Campaign though! That was the most fun I’ve had since I came back to Retail.

#Also if anyone wants to be friends on the rp server I'm down!#Also down to rp but I don't have any addons since I don't know which ones go to what...#I really wish CurseForge made another game area for Classic and WotLK Classic #WoW #Wow WotLK #wow classic wotlk #WoW Druid #Kaldorei

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stringledcheese · 2 years

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Painting their nails

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Pairing: Multiple x GN!Reader

Characters: Bakugou, Aizawa, Hawks

Warnings: Swearing (Bakugou being Bakugou)

A/n: You fully adopted Eri in Aizawa’s section, hopefully this pulls me out of my writing hiatus :D This is going to be part one in a series with a unknown amount of parts :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bakugou Katsuki

- After school you both decided to hang out in your dorm. - Neither of you said much to the other, opting to do your own things while sitting in the others company.

- Bakugou was working away at the homework assigned that day at your desk (Something that you were horribly procrastinating on.)

- You sat on your bed idly painting your nails as a show of your choosing played in the background that you half paid attention too.

- Trying your best to keep the polish off your skin and to not put too much on.

- The only noises in your small dorm were the sounds of Bakugou's scribbling on paper and the show you made sure was quiet, not wanting to disturb Bakugou in his studies.

- When your hands were done, looking pretty good in your eyes, it wasn’t long before you grew bored of just watching your show.

- You did have a perfectly good unsuspecting hot hunk sitting in your room, why not mess with him?

- So you tried your best to come up with something that wouldn’t get you a piping hot explosion in the face but enough to get you a little amusement.

Before long, you exhausted most of your brain power trying to think of something.

- Until your eyes landed on your nail polish. You looked up to Bakugou, then back to the nail polish, then back to Bakugou.

- Dumb plan achieved.

- Standing up from your comfy spot on your bed, you made your way over to Bakugou. Stopping right behind the ash blonde.

- Looking over his shoulder to stare at his work, faking an interest in whatever subject the dreadful work was on until...

- “The fuck do you want, dumbass?” He grumbled, not bothering to take his gaze off the near-finished paper.

- But when you flat out asked him “Kats, can I paint your nails?”, that gets his attention.

- His head whips around like you spontaneously started to sing all star in german.

- “Fuck no.” Blunt, quick, and flavourless as he turned back to his work. Yea, that's Bakugou.

- It’s gonna take a lot of begging and pleading for him to finally cave. Trust me, it will take a while but it’ll happen eventually.

- He’s a big ol softy inside don’t worry.

- When you do get him to cave though he’ll grumble and complain about everything. - He never truly means anything but he’ll fuss about having to stay still or having to wait for it to dry. - Will most likely demand to have his done black but wont stop you if you put your most vibrant colors on him.

- Not to mention the furious blush on his cheeks he has from you touching his hands so delicately. - Mention it and your as good as dead though- - After you’ve finished and his nails are dry he’d lowkey love it. - So when he eventually works up the courage to ask you to do it again, please do not make fun of him he will pout like a grumpy baby for a week.

- If someone decides to try and make fun of him for his nails he’d take it personally and knock them on their ass faster than Aizawa can give him house arrest. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eraserhead / Aizawa Shouta

- Sadly, it was one of those weeks that you were stuck at home without Aizawa - When he told you of the new dormitories for both teachers and students you understood it was for more safety. - That didn’t stop the fact that he would be spending more time away from home then he already did, a fact of which you weren’t ecstatic about. - But ever since a certain small white haired girl was introduced into both yours and his lives however? - You were a bit too preoccupied with the new addition to your small family to worry too much.

- Of course it was a little surprising. - One day your husband just walking into your shared home with a frail little girl who looks a semi strong breeze from toppling over behind his leg.

- You may or may not enjoy kids as a whole, they were crotch goblins - Though this small child? She might as well have your birth child because she was your little gremlin that day on. - So thats how you both ended up here. - Spa day, you and Eri both on the couch with goopy faces masks put on. - They may have been off center on your face and barley even on Eris small little chubby cheeks because it was meant for a grown adult.

- You may have forgotten to get child sized ones-

- My little pony played on the TV per Eris request, and she told you about everything about anything about the show

- Somehow, you got more and more invested into the show the more you watched and Eri explained. - Only snapping out of this newfound child show interest when she cut herself off mid sentence. - Her face in a giddy smile as she stated “We should paint nails!!!” - That’s how along with your gooped up faces and many spa day appropriate snacks Eri started to paint a colorful masterpiece onto your nails. - Sure, it was messy and 40% on your skin but you’d be damned if you said it didn’t look wonderful.

- Your nails were just finished drying when a certain black haired man entered through the door, announcing that he was home. - You could have sworn you and Eri both had the same idea when you turned to each other with equal giddiness. - “Can we paint daddy's nails too?” Eri whispered hastily. - “Of course, let's go get him!” You whispered back, internally cackling at what you’d just roped Shouta into without him knowing.

- When Shouta walked around the corner, he was met with two energetic goblins who turned to him. - When I say this man never wanted to nope out of place faster-

- You and Eri both dragged him down to your little make shift nail salon - When I say that you both asked to paint his nails, I mean that you both told him to give each of you a hand to paint whether he wanted too or not-

- That's how the next day he showed up to class with fully decked out rainbow nails. - Did he love them? Yes - Would he tell you that, No. - Hes a big scary hero that has a never ending scowl and expels would be heroes like it’s a weird game of wack-a-mole. - Let him have a little bit of his pride-

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Hawks / Takami Keigo

- Honestly? - This man already paints his own nails. - Due to the fact that his hands are covered my gloves most of his day so it does un-noticed by the public eye.

- But underneath usually consists of warm toned colors, usually oranges or yellows but occasionally red to match his wings.

- Though he would prefer to keep his nails painted most if not all of the time his hero work gets in the way more times then not. - He wasn’t spared much free time in between long work days as the number 2 hero in Japan and sleeping - So whenever his nails eventually chip off from daily wear and tear and age, it might be a while before they get repainted.

- On his rare day off though he usually paints his nails sometime in the day. - It’s a habit of his that once you started living together you’d start to notice.

- But when he woke up and fed himself, you asked if you could paint his nails for him this time.

- This small little bird man (I know he’s cannon 5′8 but he’ll always be 5′6 in my heart) got so excited when you asked-

- Of course, he said yes quicker then he could fly

- The entire time that your painting his nails he’ll be staring at you. - It may sound cliche but this man loves your focused face. - If you bring it up he’ll deny he was ever looking at you.

- “Keigo, your starin’.”

- “I was doing no such thing! Your looking at my nails you can’t tell.”

- “So you were-”

- “No!”

- He was

- Hawks would let you go wild on his nails. - Paint whatever you want and use whatever color, he couldn’t care less. - Though while your at it, please just give this man a full on manicure. - Hero work isn’t kind on his hands and he may have the money to do so, but he does not take the best care of his hands aside from washing them and the occasional squirt lotion. - Just pamper him, he’ll melt in your hands like putty. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for reading :D

Please don’t steal this, that wouldn’t be cash money.

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primofate · 3 years

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Breaking Up (Part 3-Final) Albedo x gn!reader

Scenario: Breaking up and getting back together again

Characters: gn! reader x Albedo

Warnings: This is the FLUFF part. Not proofread.

Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2, Fluff in Part 3

Read: (Part 1) (Part 2)

You hummed a light tune as you walked around fields, gathering herbs from trees and shrubs. The sun was about to set, and it painted a slightly orange hue on the sky.

“Y/N,” You stand and turn, sunsettia gathered around your arms and other herbs in your backpack. Albedo is walking towards you with a soft smile, and you return it with a bigger one. “Albedo,” you pipe up and jog to meet him halfway. He thinks you’re a little bit like a puppy sometimes, it’s just not possible to resist the eyes that look up at him expectantly.

All his fears came crashing down on him once more and he half-panicked.

He wraps one arm around your waist and leans in for a quick kiss on the nose as a greeting, before pulling away and helping you with the sunsettias. “You lost track of time again,” he states and you just laugh sheepishly. “Ah...yeah, I get too into ingredient gathering sometimes...”

Albedo had gotten home and found a note on the table stating where you were. Just like he had requested. Weeks following the two of you getting back together there’d been an incident where he came home and found that you weren’t there yet again.

Had he done something wrong?

Did he say something bad?

Where were you?

Did you leave again?

Only to have you strolling into the house the next moment, smile on your face, saying that you went out to do some shopping. He swept you into a hug that confused you. He was beyond terrified that it might have happened again.

He’d go as far as to say that it was borderline PTSD.

“Can you kindly do me a favor and leave a note if you’ve gone out? It would really... make me feel better,”

And you understood. Perhaps you would’ve felt the same way. If you came home late at night and found that he wasn’t home yet. You’d tend to think that something happened to him, and so you complied to his request.

He’d become a little better at managing his time. He figured Sucrose could handle more responsibilities and figured that he could also work a little bit at home. Readings and research did count as work, the only downside was that he had to borrow books from the library and bring it all the way back home, but he didn’t care much about that. You kept the house so warm and cozy that it was the perfect place to concentrate and be productive.

“Come,” Albedo beckoned you from the chair of his makeshift office at home. You tilt your head, as you were about to leave the tea on his table and leave him to work again but he’d grabbed your hand and tugged you towards him.

“Can I help you?” You asked with a slight grin to your question. He pulls you over to his lap, arms around your waist and has your back flush against his front. His head hovering above your shoulder as he continues his reading as if everything was normal, and as if you weren’t sitting on his lap. “Am I just going to stay here?” You giggle and tilt your head back to look up at him.

A small smile cracks on his face as he shushes you, “Shh, absolute concentration is needed during research, Y/N,” but he lets go of the papers he was holding and leans back into his chair, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “You’re required to stay until my energy levels are back to normal,”

“And what’s your energy levels now?” You play along with his little game, him starting to pepper kisses on your cheek. “I’m at zero, you’ve only just come in after all,”

Sometimes you wonder if he really gets any work done, but it looks as if he does, and is even more determined to keep researching certain things. Of course, there were still days where he was incredibly busy. But he’d made up for those days by being considerate and aware of the time he spent at work.

“I apologize... It got busy again this week...” he nearly sighs as he wraps his arms around your waist, the same nose kiss as a greeting. You’re a little more understanding of his predicament, but mostly because he communicated more. Where before he would come home and not say anything, now he would apologize and tell you about what was going wrong in his schedule.

And the next day he was free, you’d wake up without worrying about breakfast because he had prepared it--granted he wasn’t the best cook in the world but he knew some recipes--and he knew just how you wanted your coffee or your tea.

Turns out those little things did add up and made everything much easier.

“What’s for dinner today?” He asks as the two of you walk home. You put on a thinking face, “Maybe some cream stew?” the small talk the two of you engage in is peaceful and natural. “Would that be okay?” You glance at him, expecting an answer, but didn’t get any. You blink and turn your head to look at him, he’s lost in thought it looks like. “Albedo?” and he blinks back to turn and look at you. “Yes?”

“I was asking if cream stew was okay,” there’s a slight crease of worry on your eyebrows, but his smile takes it away. “Yes, that’d be nice,” he simply says and for some odd reason, he doesn’t talk about his day today. It’d almost felt like a routine now, how he would tell you what he and Sucrose had been working on, or maybe if Klee barged in again today, or maybe even Kaeya.

He was a little too quiet, and you kept stealing glances at him.

Even as the two of you arrive home and close the door behind you, immediately going towards the kitchen, it was a little tense and you weren’t quite sure why. He had this...frown on his face, but he didn’t look angry. “...Is there something on your mind?” you ask as you start prepping the ingredients.

He visibly stiffens up and just stands there. At this point you know that something is wrong. “Did something happen? Did I say something wrong?” You question as you’re about to wipe your hands on a kitchen towel. He suddenly shakes his head, “No, not at all. I--”

and he starts his story as you put on an apron.

“Kaeya came by today...He says that...” his eyes dart away from you. “That I should consider...getting a ring,” You stop tying the apron around your middle and focus your attention on him. Eyes going a fraction wider. “But I... That is to say... If you would like a ring then I will gladly get you one, Y/N,” you’re not sure where this is going but your heart is starting to patter louder in your chest. “But I just don’t think it would change a thing. A ring is not enough to really tell you how much I...” he pauses and his eyes finally find yours. “How much I adore you. A band around my finger or your finger...can never represent the gratitude,” he emphasizes his next words “the comfort, the love that I have for you,”

It’s starting to feel like there’s an elephant in your throat, and you start to blink a little faster because you don’t want to cry. You just thought it’d be a little silly.

“I just... I hope you’re aware, ring or no ring... My intentions are the same. I don’t plan on spending the rest of my lifetime with anyone else,” you secretly bite your lip, “...It’ll only be you,” and he scratches the back of his neck, tearing his eyes away from you once again, mumbling--and it’s so rare to see him in such a vulnerable state-- “Kaeya mentioned that if I don’t get you a ring... that you might leave... I’m aware he’s not the most trustworthy but... I just... wanted to make sure,”

And despite the few small happy tears that finally cascade down your cheeks you laugh a little, picturing the mischievous glint in Kaeya’s eyes as he tells this to Albedo.

Albedo smiles a little and brushes the few tears that managed to slip out, but you reply to him. “You know how Kaeya is, Bedo,” which translates to ‘don’t listen to him,’. Albedo knows. But when it came to you he wasn’t going to take chances. You contentedly wrap your arms around his middle and he hugs you back around your shoulders as he whispers into your hair. “But you know... Perhaps I should get you a ring, when the time comes,”

“Hm?” You merely murmur, asking about his sudden change in opinion.

“Just to let others know you’re taken,”

Another rumble of laughter lifts from your chest. This time, he joins you.

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bunny-rafa · 3 years

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JJK characters + overstimulation

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Inumaki Toge and Sukuna Ryomen

Jujutsu Kaisen + Overstimulation

Gojo Satoru

- He’s a brat both in and out of bed, constantly trying to get your attention by interrupting conversations and your work. He deems himself more important than any of that.

- So, overstimulation is usually used as a punishment for him.

- You make sure to tie him up with strong, good quality rope (no rope burns) and make sure he remembers his safeword.

- It’ll take about two orgasms for him to stop being a brat. He runs his mouth until he realizes, you’re nowhere near stopping.

- Use toys on him to make the session last longer.

- Depending on the day, he breaks sooner than later.

- You knows he’s at his limit when his blush has reached his chest and he’s no longer making sense.

- It takes about four to eight orgasms to get to that point.

“Ah… please..! I can’t- I can’t take any more!” Gojo’s writhing and sobbing, all of his attitude fucked out of him with a simple vibrator.

You hum, resting your chin on your hand before raising the level of the vibrations.

“I think you still have some ways to go, love,” you say, running your hands over up his torso, “to think that all it took was a small little vibrator to get you well behaved…”

His thighs are trembling against the bed and he’s wailing as his next orgasm hits him harder than ever.

You just silence him with your tongue down his throat.

Geto Suguru

- Like Gojo, he’s a brat but in a very different way. He’s constantly trying to one up you, showing you how he’s better than you, stronger, more civilized, respected, etc.

- Overstimulation with him is usually also paired up with recordings.

- Tie him up, place a vibrator on the tip of his cock, on his balls and inside him. Maybe even on his nipples.

- Gag him. Ring gags, spider gags or dildos gags are the best, so that you let him drool all over himself. Snap a picture of him before you start the session after you’ve set it all up.

- Don’t let him warm up to it, set the vibrations to medium straight away and watch him jump.

- He’ll be cussing you out through the gag, trying to break free. Record it all and watch him flush when he notices the camera running.

- He’ll start to behave around the third or fourth orgasm. Snap a photo when his attitude starts to slip off.

“Hmmph! Mmm!!” Geto’s squirming and bucking, trying to shake the vibrators off of him. He’s on his stomach, chest and face pressed against the mattress whilst his ass is in the air. You’d flipped him over and snapped a photo of him like this, amongst all the other pictures.

“Hmm? What are you saying Geto? Don’t you know it’s rude to speak with your mouth full? Aww, you look so good like this, don’t you think?” You lean over his body, making sure to dig your nails against his hip whilst you show him the picture.

He turns completely red, tearing up at the sight of cum running down his thighs and the marks against his ass and thighs.

“Don’t worry, babe. Only a few more to go!”

Toji Fushiguro

- Toji’s cockiness and huge ego are usually annoying. But sometimes, they could get the better of him.

- He’d tied you up and let you watch as he fucked himself on a dildo, whilst stroking his cock. Taunting you the entire time, talking about how you probably wished to be able to mouth at his cock or to control how fast he bounced on the dildo.

- He didn’t realize that you’d already thought of a plan.

- After he came, you sneered at him and bet on how he wouldn’t be able to continue after coming.

- Of course, he took that personally. He kept himself bouncing on the dildo, even going faster just to spite you.

- Meanwhile, you were untying your hands without him noticing.

- He did regret making those comments…

“Weren’t you the one talking about how much I wanted to suck at your cock? Where’s all that talk gone, huh?”

Toji’s shaking, still bouncing on the dildo as you stroke his dick in time with his thrusts. Honestly, he’s too prideful for his own good. He’s cursing, eyes shiny with tears and hair sticking to his face.

You look up at him as you mouth at one of his balls, sucking and licking at it.

‘Well, that just works to my favor.’

Inumaki Toge

- Inumaki’s a good boy, so you never really have to punish him.

- However, he does love the feeling of being overstimulated. He craves it and sometimes does it to himself.

- When you get home, he’s face down on the bed with his ass raised and stroking his cock. His eyes are drooping and his tongue’s sticking out, drooling all over the bed.

- Please fondle his balls and finger him, he’ll make the sweetest noises.

- He’s come around two – three times already, and he could take three or four more. You can tell from the way he wiggles his hips as you kneel behind him.

You’ve got three fingers in him, still fondling and rolling his balls in your hand. The way he’s moaning so desperately and whining against the touch tells you that’s he’s been doing this for the past hour or so.

“You started without me? That’s mean, bunny. You know I love seeing the way you play with yourself.”

“Hnng, ahh!” Inumaki’s coming all over his hand again, hole tightening around your fingers and balls twitching against your hand.

“Oh? What a good boy,” you whisper against his ear as you lube your cock up.

“Let’s pull another one out of you, yeah?”

Sukuna Ryomen

- Cockiest bastard out of all of them

- Swears to hell and back that he can take anything you give him

- You love to prove that theory

- Keep him on your lap, as close to your body as possible

- Tell him to keep his hands around your neck, or you won’t let him fuck you

- Finger him and stroke his cock at different paces

- He’s putty in your hand, trembling and gasping as you stroke him

- Around the 4th orgasm, thrust your cock into him and hear him gasp

- He will dig his nails and teeth into your shoulders and back

“Come on, my king! You said you could take it, so prove it,” you taunted Sukuna with every thrust. He was still biting at your shoulder, gripping you tight.

“Mmm, fuck! Slow down, fool..!”

You laugh at his words before thrusting harder into him.

“I don’t think so, my king.”

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tendouluvr · 3 years

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not telling them you’re pregnant - f!reader

- fluff, sliiiight angst maybe

- characters: suna, sakusa, semi

- warnings: pregnancy (i don’t go into detail of giving birth or anything), cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, two mention of the act of sex in semi’s, some cursing

- wc: 1.4k, 888, 946

a/n: it’s f!reader cuz pregnancy but there’s no specific pronouns/gendered terms used

also idk how suna got so long, he was the last one i wrote for bc i couldnt think of anything lmao

[2. iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama]

SUNA

#! suna has been practicing late into the night the past few weeks

#! there’s a big game coming up and the entire team is feeling the pressure and adrenaline from the crunch time

#! you haven’t been feeling too good lately, a lot heavier and more tired than usual

#! thinking it was just stress from work and the missing presence of your boyfriend, you pushed through it and thought it would go away in the next few days

#! unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side and you started to get sudden needs to throw up

#! it didn’t take you long to realize why your physical and mental drive have been down lately

#! you’re pregnant

#! or you believe you are

#! you bought a few tests, some of different brands so you can have a variety, and headed home to confirm your suspicion

#! a few minutes later, staring back at you was multiple positive symbols and the bolded ‘PREGNANT’s

#! taking a few deep breaths, you decided to tell suna tonight once he comes home

#! you thought it was better to let him know as soon as possible

#! it wouldn’t hurt anyone plus the faster you rip the bandaid off, the easier it’ll be to deal with it

#! so you waited

#! and waited

#! until 11pm that night, when suna finally came through the front door

#! “tarō! how was practice? can we talk?” you hurriedly greeted him

#! he was taken aback, not expecting you to be right beside him and in his ear as soon as he came in

#! of course you weren’t, you made sure to put some space in between you and him

#! but suna was stressed and tired, so everything is intensified to him at the moment

#! “can you back up?” he mumbled, pushing his way from in front of you to walk to the kitchen

#! “oh, sorry. can we talk?” you sheepishly smiled, hoping he would say yes

#! you’re not blind, you can tell that suna was tired but you really didn’t wanna put this off

#! you were just gonna tell him, he gets surprised, you both talk it out, and then go to bed and continue figuring things out tomorrow morning

#! but before any of that can happen, suna bluntly told you, “no. i’m tired. i’m sure whatever it is isn’t a big deal. can it be tomorrow? i wanna sleep.”

#! you didn’t get to answer before he was already walking away to the bedroom

#! understanding where he was coming from, you mentally agreed to talk to him tomorrow. one day wouldn’t change anything and you’ve seen plenty of people not tell their partners until a few weeks in

#! he was right, it wasn’t a big deal (yet)

#! so you waited until tomorrow

#! and waited

#! and once again, he came home late

#! “hey! can we quickly talk, babe?”

#! “i’m tired. tomorrow, okay?”

#! “oh, okay. night, rin!”

#! “g’night.”

#! night came and there was still no talk

#! this continued on for about 2 weeks, you finally choosing to not care anymore and just let him find out whenever he finds out

#! technically, you could’ve just blurted out a simple, “i’m pregnant.” any point during your nightly five seconds conversations

#! but seeing that he really was tired, springing it onto him would either put him in a full body shock for three days or he just doesn’t fully process your words until three days after

#! a month has passed, your stomach was still barely showing like most women at their one month mark

#! you decided to book an appointment for a checkup, it’ll be while suna’s at practice

#! and that doctor appointment was the exact reason suna found out

#! he was at practice when komori entered the gym

#! he had a doctor’s appointment for his annual checkup, and that’s where he saw you

#! you didn’t see komori, busy reading the directory to find your way to the right office

#! but he saw you on the way out. seeing that you looked a bit busy, he chose not to greet you and just quickly walk to his car lmao why is this funny to me

#! entering the gym, he greeted everyone and apologized for his tardiness even though it was excused

#! walking up to suna, he tapped him on the shoulder and quietly told him, “i saw yn at the hospital earlier. it’s been awhile since we all got together huh, they looked a bit different.”

#! ok so komori, being the smart person he is, deducted that you were pregnant when he saw your finger pointing at the ob/gyn office

#! and he genuinely thought suna knew so his comment was suppose to be a small joke that was meant to tease suna and his sex life

#! suna, however, was confused

#! look different? did you get surgery?

#! “what do you mean?”

#! komori rolled his eyes and gave a sweet smile at suna, “congrats you two! when were you gonna tell the rest of us?”

#! suna: 👨‍🦲 huh

#! “are you guys not pregnant?” he blinked at suna’s frozen reaction

#! suna became unresponsive so komori just walked away mumbling to himself about being sure he read the sign right

#! a loud whistle blew and it shook suna out of his daze, everyone got ready to play a practice game of 3 vs 3 while suna ran over to the coach

#! “hey coach, um i think there’s an emergency at home. can i go? ok thanks.”

#! his coach just stares after him as he sprints off, you think? is there an emergency or not?

#! suna quickly drove home, he may or may not have speed a little, and entered the apartment

#! “yn? baby?” he called out only to be greeted back with silence

#! probably still at the hospital....what were you doing there? he thought to himself while rummaging around the house to find anything that could give him somewhat of an idea

#! he was digging around in the bedroom when you came home, his head so frenzied he didn’t hear the front door open

#! but you heard the ruckus from the bedroom and immediately went into fight or flight

#! panicking, you took out your phone to call suna while quietly opening the front door to make your way back out before the intruder catches you

#! the phone rang and rang until it was picked up. “suna?” you whisper-yelled into the speaker. you had a habit of calling him by his last name when you were freaking out. he noticed and was equally alarmed

#! “what’s wrong?” he whispered back just as panicked

#! “there’s someone in our apartment. can you come home?”

#! “huh? oh, are you home?” he cackles into the phone speaker making you move the phone away from your ear, “it’s me, sweets, c’mere.”

#! you warily walked on your tiptoes over to your bedroom, peeking your head in and what a surprise, it is suna

#! “jackass! why are you home?!”

#! “why didn’t you tell me?” he cut straight to the point

#! “huh?”

#! “you’re pregnant. when were you gonna tell me?” his voice sounding stern, but the quiet smile dancing on his face tells a different story

#! “i tried.”

#! “huh? what do you mean?”

#! “all those times i asked if we could talk. i was trying to tell you.”

#! his heart dropped, eyebrows furrowing, while he stared you down

#! suna became unresponsive once again, standing there trying to think back to the first time you asked him

#! two weeks ago

#! “i’m sorry,” he quietly whispers

#! “hm? i..it’s fine....i was a bit sad, but i’m over it. at least you know now,” you casually shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal

#! “no. i shouldn’t have pushed you aside like that. even if you weren’t pregnant, even if you had just wanted to tell me about some stupid video you saw that day, i shouldn’t have told you off. i’m sorry, i love you a lot and you deserve so much better.”

#! “tarō, shut up. i accept your apology and i forgive you, now make it up to me by giving me a back massage while i show you the ultrasound pictures!”

#! he kisses you before lifting you up bridal style making his way to the bed

SAKUSA

#! contrary to popular beliefs, sakusa is not an obsessive germaphobe who finds everything disgusting but you

#! he wouldn’t be playing volleyball if he was that afraid of germs,,,,,

#! yes, he cringes if random little kids grab onto him after games because 1) he’s drenched in sweat and that feeling is not fun

#! 2) he doesn’t even know themmm

#! and 3) he wanna go home

#! but sakusa loves you and if you happened to get pregnant, he would love your kid(s) just the same

#! however, he never told you this. he never really had a reason to voice this out loud

#! so when you actually did get pregnant, you were confused

#! the only interactions between sakusa and kids you’ve seen multiple times were the moments between him and his fans

#! you guys have been to family parties and his nieces, nephews, and cousins looooves him

#! maybe it’s the fact that he’s a tall looming giant and they just want to climb

#! but besides those moments, you don’t recall him ever telling you upfront that he wants children of his own

#! and the constant stress and pressure he always seem to be working around also doesn’t help reassure you in any way

#! being an athlete for a living means always watching your body, health, and looks for the cameras (but omi could care less about the last thing)

#! he also has to make sure whether or not he’s working well with his teammates, practice and improve on anything he’s having problems with, and deal with atsumu’s dramatic ass

#! you’re an overthinker and because of that, all of these reasons were just reasons for you to postpone the pregnancy news to your long term boyfriend

#! it wasn’t too hard anyway, considering practice runs late sometimes and he’s busy majority of the time doing other stuff

#! when you guys do have alone time together, you both are so focused on one another that you actually forget that you’re pregnant and you never told him

#! you’re about to hit the three months mark now — time goes by fast — and sakusa has noticed you and your body changing

#! at first he just thought you were going through a phase of cravings and a bit of bloating, so he didn’t mention it and just let you be

#! he never got to witness you getting morning sickness because he goes on early runs or he was just out doing morning errands so he wouldn’t have to deal with it later that day

#! so when he caught you in the kitchen cutting up a lemon, the last thing he was expecting you to do was bring the lemon directly up to your mouth

#! “uh, what are you doing?” his deep voice caught you off guard, effectively stopping the hand that was holding the lemon

#! you just stare at him, not wide-eyed, not surprised, just stare

#! “eating a lemon.”

#! “i can see that.... why exactly?”

#! “dunno, the baby i guess.” you casually shrugged it off before popping the lemon slice into your mouth

#! “ah-,” he opened his mouth to stop you from eating the lemon, your words not fully processing in his mind, but cut off midway and froze when he finally realized

#! hearing him pause like that made you suddenly remembered that you never told him you were pregnant

#! you slowly turned back to look at him, mouth still slowly chewing the lemon slices

#! a moment of silence later, he unfreezes and just starts stiffly walking towards you

#! he grabbed you by the shoulders, made you look him in the eyes, before whispering, “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “y-yes..”

#! his eyes were wide, black pupils expanding as he stared you down, his lips slowly curving into a small smile

#! “you’re pregnant....,” he whispers, mainly to himself, hugging your head into his chest

#! “mhm, get off me i’m trying to eat,” you gently pushed him off but he wouldn’t budge

#! “omiiii please, if you get off i’ll give you a slice,” you tried bribing him. he couldn’t tell if you were being serious or just teasing

#! “no.”

#! “um ok, two slices?”

#! “no.”

#! “omi!”

#! he giggles before opening his arms to let you go

#! “why didn’t you tell me?”

#! you didn’t reply right away, making him start to overthink

#! did you not want the baby? or did you not want a kid with him? did you not want to be with him anymore? or was it not his?!

#! he childishly shakes his head side to side at the last question. he knew you wouldn’t do that

#! but you were still silent, making him nervously glance at you from the side

#! “sorry, piece of lemon stuck in my teeth. i just forgot to tell you,” the words easily flowing out of your mouth nonchalantly

#! sakusa’s fingers were literally about to start twitching from anxiousness beside you

#! a sigh of relief was heard from him and you turned to look at him

#! “you okay?”

#! he doesn’t answer, just gives you a smile and goes back to hugging you from behind

SEMI

#! you were currently sitting on the couch in your shared apartment waiting for semi to come home

#! he’s been on tour for a few months now, you both kept in touch by facetiming, texting, calling, and any other methods of virtual communication

#! you would tune into the live recording of all of his performances when you had time so you could watch him

#! a few weeks into tour, you suddenly felt different than usual but shook it off as nothing and probably just you missing your boyfriend

#! you believed that until one morning you were woken up by the sudden urge to throw up, dashing to the restroom as fast as your drowsy body can go

#! it was then that you realized you might be pregnant

#! the night before semi left, you both had sex to enjoy your last few hours together before he had to leave for a few months

#! with the new realization, you quickly dressed yourself to make a short trip to the store to pick up some tests

#! after half an hour of looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to wrap your head around this, you finally opened the first box

#! a few minutes later, all 5 tests were lined up on the bathroom counter showing positive

#! you stared at the tests, trying to make sure you weren’t reading it wrong

#! once you began to understand the responsibility of being pregnant a few hours later, you made a mental note to go out and buy some food for yourself the next day

#! you decided to sleep off the rest of that day

#! through all of the facetime calls with semi, you never once told him you were pregnant

#! you knew that if you told him he would freak out and either demand to go back home, or stay but all of his attention would be on you being pregnant alone at home for the rest of the tour

#! so here you are now, sitting with a 4 1/2 months baby bump waiting for your beloved to come home

#! it was around 6pm when the front door opened, sounds of shuffling bags and heavy steps could be heard from the musician

#! he cursed under his breath when he almost tripped over a duffle bag with some of his loungewear, calling out for you as he walks further into the apartment, “baby? i’m home!”

#! he was about to speak up again when he saw you asleep on the couch

#! bouncing his way over, he got onto his knees at the edge of the couch to observe your face. god i miss you, he thought to himself

#! he gently shakes you awake, you jolted in surprise not knowing you fell asleep in the first place

#! “hmm- what?,” soft murmurs falling from your lips as you adjusted your eyes at your surrounding

#! “eita!” he grinned at you, both of you pulling each other into a hug

#! “fuck, i miss you so much.” he whispered into your ears before placing his face into your neck

#! “i miss you more.” you tightened your grip around him making him move up on the couch to get more comfortable

#! you both moved around until he had you cradled in between him, your back against his chest

#! his hands going under your his shirt to caress you there when his movements stopped right on top of your stomach

#! it was silent as his warm hands rubbed your stomach in circles, the gears turning in his head

#! “are you- you feel- why’s your tum so round and hard?” he quizzically asked, still rubbing your stomach

#! “pregnant.” your voice a low whisper, he almost didn’t catch it

#! “what?”

#! “pregnant.” you repeated, a bit louder this time

#! “huh?”

#! “pregnant!” you sighed, moving his hand so you can get off of him

#! he grabs your wrist to stop you from walking away and turns you to look at him

#! “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “i just said that. yes.”

#! you knew you sounded blunt and a bit mean, it wasn’t his fault he doesn’t know at all, but your hormones have been making you crankier and it’s out of your control

#! “sorry. yes, i’m pregnant.”

#! his eyes continuously darts up and down from your eyes to your bump

#! “how long?”

#! “since you left.”

#! “was it the night before?” he was referring to your act of intimacy the night before he left

#! “yea.”

#! “wow. why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “because.”

#! “‘cuz what?”

#! “because i know you. you would either stop touring and come home, or stay but lose focus. i was just trying to not distract you because i know how important your career is to you. and because i thought that you’ll be having a six months break after this tour before your next comeback, i would tell you when you came home. i’m sorry if you’re ma-,”

#! “i’m not mad. oh don’t cry, babe, look at me.”he carefully cups your face, “it’s okay, it’s okay. i get why you kept it from me. and now that i have no schedule for the next six months, i can be there for you until the end of your pregnancy and the beginning of our baby’s life alright?”

#! you weakly nodded against his palms, and he brings you back down to lay your head on his chest as you both softly talk about the past months without each other

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lacontroller1991 · 3 years

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Burnt Skies (Rick Flag x Fem!Reader)

@h-hxgirl

Requested by Anon: Saw this captain boomerang fanfic where he finds she's pregnant while they're on mission, I was wondering if you could maybe do something similar for Rick

Author's Note: He would be so protective of the reader fr fr, also this is gonna be angst angst angst so just beware

Warning: Death, pregnancy, language, blood, major character death, spoilers

“Hey (Y/N), you ready to go?” Rick’s voice echoed through the room before he halted, seeing you on the floor, head in the toilet.

“Yeah, give me a minute,” you replied weakly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and flushing the toilet.

“Are you sure? Are you feeling alright?” He asked, rubbing your back as you looked up at him with a small smile.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll meet you there,” nodding his head, he walked out the door with guns strapped to his body on his tac vest. Looking at your reflection, you noticed a slight greenish tint to your face. Ignoring the wave of nausea, you made your way out of the base and to the plane. Walking up the ramp, you took a seat next to Rick who looked at you with concern in his brown eyes.

“Baby, maybe you should sit this one out. You aren’t looking too hot,” he whispered in your ear as you brushed the notion off. After all, you did have a really bad gut feeling about this mission.

“I’m here. I’m going,” you stated firmly as he looked you over one more time before shrugging his shoulders, knowing it was of no use to argue with you.

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The plane ride was hell. With the criminals being loud and Harley’s non stop chatter accompanying your periodic bouts of nausea, you were ready to get the hell off of the plane and right into combat.

“Alright guy, get ready to drop,” Rick shouted as the cargo door opened to reveal water beneath you. Once he gave the signal, you jumped into the cool water and began to swim your way to the mainland, waiting for the rest of the team to catch up to you. After everyone, save for the Weasel, had made it to the shore, you glanced over to your boyfriend who was laying next to Harley.

“Hey guys, it’s me. I’m the guy who called you and I brought my friends,” Blackguard shouted into the open, raising his hands while ignoring the shouts coming from the rest of the team and your boyfriend, Waller’s distant cursing ringing in your ear. Next thing you know, there was gunfire in every direction and things went to chaos. You quickly sought shelter behind a rock and shot off a few rounds into the woods, hoping to take down some of the Corto Maltese soldiers. “(Y/N), watch out,” Rick shouted at you as you turned to see what he was talking about, but it was too late before a large piece of debris from one of the trees knocked you out cold.

You woke up to machines attached to your body. Feeling the bile rise in your throat, you tried to get out of the restraints and look for a place to dump the contents of your stomach. Suddenly a pan was placed in front of you and that was all you needed to release the bile. Groaning at the light, you looked around the room and was surprised to see a cleanish room which plenty of nurses occupied.

“Ah good, you’re awake,” a voice commented as a rough hand pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at one of the generals you were tasked to take out.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” You asked, squirming your body against the bed, trying to loosen some of the restraints.

“Mi amore, we are treating you. Seems you have caught a parasite,” he replied before summoning the nurse over to you, carrying a plate of food and some juice, “you’re government must really be struggling if they’re sending pregnant women into the field,” he mentioned as your blood ran cold.

“That’s impossible,” muttering to yourself, your head went fuzzy at the concept of you being pregnant. With Rick’s kid.

“On the contrary, when we brought in your friend and you, we noticed certain things,” motioning down to your stomach only brought awareness to the fact that you were practically naked in a room full of the enemy.

“Let me go,” you pleaded, pulling your arms as much as you could.

“I think not,” he replied before nodding to one of the nurses who moved to turn on a machine and attach it to your head. Screams of agony soon left your lips, blocking out the sudden spurts of gunfire in the halls.

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Harley laughed maniacally as she gunned down multiple soldiers, enjoying the way they were dropping to the floor. She needed to get out of there. She needed to find the others. After the last one dropped to the floor, she moved toward the door before hearing a piercing scream echo down the hallway.

“Sounds like someone’s having fun,” she ran her tongue against her teeth before skipping toward the scream. Slamming open the door, she raised the guns in her hand, ready to fire, until she saw you laying on the table surrounded by nurses.

“No one messes with Flag’s girl,” she muttered to herself before unloading the magazine in the room. All of the nurses slinked to the ground, covered in a pool of their own blood. Rushing over to you, Harley unstrapped the restraints and head piece before taking out the IV and looked for your clothes.

“Where the hell are ya clothes?” She asked, searching high and low before she found a bag filled with your bloody uniform. Helping you sit up, she noted the way you looked super frail but practically glowing at the same time.

“Harley,” you whispered out to her before passing out on her shoulder. “Awww, this would be really cute if not for the circumstances,” she stated out loud to herself, peering out of the window and seeing a guy in a helmet run across the street with Flag. Wait a minute, Flag! Running out the door, she ran around the corner before stopping in front of the two men.

“Hiya guys! What’s up?”

“We’re here to save you, is (Y/N) with you?” Rick asked with hope in his voice as Harley nodded, wrapping pale fingers around his wrist and dragging him back inside and through the pile of bodies she had claimed. At the sight of you, Rick ran to your side and hugged your limp body.

“What’s wrong with her?” He asked, fighting the tears that were beginning to surface.

“Don’t worry puddin’, she’s just asleep,” shrugging her shoulders, she left the room as you stirred, fluttering your eyes open.

“Rick?” You questioned as he rapidly nodded his head, placing kisses all along your face.

“Thank God you’re ok. I thought I lost you.”

“Rick, the doctors found something,” memories of the conversation you had moments ago replayed in your brain. You’re pregnant.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered, mind still not comprehending the fact that you were pregnant. After all, you had been infertile most of your life. Avoiding his gaze, you waited for his response.

“How?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m going to be a dad,” he whispered, causing your head to snap up and see a smile play against his face.

“You want this? I don’t know if it’ll carry to term. You know that I’m infertile.” Placing his lips against yours, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you as close as he could to his body. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed back before a throat clearing interrupted you.

“This is sweet and all, but we have a fucking monster to kill,” DuBois stated as you looked up at Rick who smiled.

“Stay here, I’ll come back and get you.”

“I’m not leaving your side,” you replied as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“You’re pregnant. No way in living hell am I gonna allow you to do this. You’ll stay here and that’s an order,” you and he both hated when he had to pull his rank, but you realized it was necessary in cases like this.

“Just come back to me,” pulling his lips down against yours for what feels like the last time, you encoded this moment into your brain, remembering the way he tasted.

“For you? Always.”

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He should’ve known you were going to follow them into Jotunheim. Not only were you stubborn, but you still had that nagging feeling that something was going to happen. Sneaking past the military, you found a window and busted it open with your elbow before entering the building. Landing with a soft thud, you looked around the room and noticed Peacemaker going down a dark tunnel. Running after him, you made sure to stay hidden by the numerous pillars. Peering around the corner, you saw Ratcatcher standing next to Rick, however Peacemaker was pointing a gun at Rick.

“Nobody is saying what they did was right,” Peacemaker stated, hand unwavering.

“They experimented on children!” Rick yelled as more explosions went off in the distance.

“That information gets out and it causes an international incident. Keeping the peace is worth any price, including the life of a hero like yours, sir, so please. Don’t make me do this,” your stomach churned. You knew that Captain America wannabe was no good, and now your love might just pay the price. Suddenly, rocks collapsed all around you, obscuring your view of Rick and Peacemaker.

“No,” you whispered to yourself, picking up rocks and trying to make a hole for you to get your body through. Your efforts became faster the more you heard the two men grunting. After successfully digging a hole big enough for you, you crawled through as you heard something like porcelain shatter and choking.

“You mother fucker,” Rick stated through gritted teeth as you watched in slow motion, Peacemaker’s hand grasping a large shard.

“Rick!” You shouted out before tackling him off Christopher’s body, not getting out of the way soon enough as Peacemaker lodged the porcelain into your lower abdomen. “No!” Rick shouted as Peacemaker threw you off. In the distance somewhere, you heard a gun go off before hands wrapped around your body. “(Y/N)? (Y/N)?” Rick called to you but you couldn’t hear him, your mind venturing off.

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The sun lit your face through the blinds, dancing in your eyes and creating a multitude of hues, a warm body pressed against you.

“Morning sweetheart,” voice deep from slumber, Rick rubbed his eyes as he let out a yawn. Stretching in bed before your 5 year old daughter came running into the room.

“Mommy, daddy. It’s Christmas!” She squealed excitedly, waking up the baby that was next door.

“Yeah it is baby, you excited for your presents?” You asked as she rapidly nodded while Rick slid out of the bed.

“I’ll go grab little Digger,” he commented, kissing your forehead and your daughter’s head. Getting up, you went to grab a coffee before the doorbell rang. Moving to open it, you saw Harley’s painted face waiting for you with Nanaue, Cleo, Robert and Abner carrying presents.

“Merry Christmas dollface,” she exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug before running off to see her god daughter.

“Come in guys,” you motioned for them to enter as Rick rounded the corner, your 10 month old in his arms.

“So this is the little guy, huh?” Cleo asked as Sebastian waved a hand at the newborn, earning giggles from the baby.

“Yep, Digger Anthony Flag, meet your family,” Rick lifted up the baby’s arm, making him wave to everyone.

“I’m proud of you guys,” Robert commented, slapping a hand on Rick’s back as everyone shuffled into the living room, Nanaue taking up most of the space.

“Thanks man, it wouldn't have happened without you.”

“Alright, everyone ready for presents?” You asked the room with Harley by your side, Harleen in her arms. Rick placed Digger in Cleo’s arms before walking up to you and bringing you into his side.

“I love you, Mrs. Flag.”

“And I you, Mr. Flag.”

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Groaning, you felt an excruciating pain in your abdomen and a feeling of loss?

“(Y/N), baby, you’re awake,” his tired voice resonated in your ear as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, his hand not leaving yours.

“I feel like I got hit by a truck,” you commented as he sniffled, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to escape.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he noted, petting your hair and placing another kiss on your forehead.

“And leave our kid without a father? I don’t think...”, realization dawned on you at that moment. The sudden feeling of loss and the pain in that general area washed over you as you began crying. “Oh God, the baby is gone, isn’t it?” You asked through tears as he let a couple slip down his face, nodding and trying to smile through the pain. Choking back a sob, you turned your face away from him as tears continued to fall.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispered, squeezing your hand. Shaking your head, you refused to meet his hazel eyes, “(Y/N), look at me.” Turning your head, your eyes locked onto his as he continued to smooth down your hair.

“We’re alive. We’re both alive. That’s all that matters,” he replied, crawling into the hospital bed with you and pulling you against his chest as you cried into his shirt.

“What if I never get pregnant again?”

“We will. I’ll make sure of it. I’m done with the fucking task force. Waller can find someone else to puppet. But I’m done. You’re done. We’re gonna get married and have a nice house. I’ll get a new job and we’ll figure it out. I promise.” Kissing the top of your head, he wrapped his arms around you as you calmed down.

“I love you,” you whispered against his chest as he hugged you closer.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Author’s Note: Well this was way longer than I intended it to be. But hope you enjoy!!

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dearbaji · 3 years

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Cute Recruit (Shigaraki x Reader SMUT)

Requested! Thank you so much!

CW: noncon turned cnc, somnophilia, n/sfw, 18+, 1331 words

You sat on the couch next to Dabi, flipping through tv channels. Nothing good was on tv at this hour so you switched between shopping channels and some raunchy animated show. Laughing at a joke told by one of the characters, Dabi threw his head back and covered his mouth causing you to look at him and smile. Across the room, Shigaraki stared at you. Not in a creepy way, just trying to memorize you in that moment: the way the tv sparkled in your eyes and illuminated your face, the shadow under your thighs, the way you leaned back into the couch shuffling to get comfortable. When you turned your head, your eyes met his, causing him to get flustered.

“I’ll be right back” he stated, jumping from his seat, rushing to the bar. Your eyes followed him and you smiled. Your new boss was pretty shy to be the leader of one of the best criminal organizations, pretty cute too.

Shigaraki took a seat at the bar, huffing. Kurogiri wiped a glass before sitting it down, pouring a drink. “You should tell her how you feel”. Shigaraki looks up at Kurogiri and nods towards another glass. “I will, at some point. But what if she’s not interested? It’ll get awkward and she’ll probably leave, we need her with us”. He puts his hand in his pocket, taking out a packet containing a white powder. Kurogiri hands him a glass with a transparent brown liquid, knowing who it was for and what Shigaraki was doing. The white powder dissolves in the drink as Kurogiri hands Shigaraki a stirrer to mix it, but Shigaraki already used his finger, shaking off the excess then wiping his hand on a nearby napkin. Kurogiri sits the second glass on the bar, making sure his boss doesn’t mix up the two glasses. “She could like you as well, you’ll never know unless you make a move” Kurogiri says, trying to encourage the young man. “This is my move” Shigaraki quips, grabbing the two glasses, heading back to the living room.

He stretches his arm toward you, handing you a glass. Looking from the glass to him, you offer a smile. “Thank you boss! You’re so nice” you say, words sweet as honey with the voice of an angel. Shigaraki nods and heads back to his seat, pretending his heart isn’t hammering in his chest right now. How could one person be so cute? And towards him of all people? “None for me boss?” Dabi jokes half-heartedly, arms up in a shrug. “Get your own”.

As Shigaraki glares at Dabi, he sees you take a sip. Sitting back in his chair, he relaxes and drinks from his glass. You wipe your mouth with a nearby towel. A few moments later, you yawn. Dabi turns to you and pats your head saying “awww the poor widdle pwincess can’t stay up with the big boys?”. You flick his hand away and stand up. “I’m gonna go to bed like a functional human”, you glare at Dabi. “Good night guys, thanks Kurogiri! And thanks for the drink boss”. Heading down the hall to your room, you take one last look at Shigaraki, noticing that he was looking at you again. He turns away before collecting the glasses to take them back to the bar. “I think I’ll head to bed too, good night Kurogiri” he says, briskly walking toward his room. “Hey don’t forget man”, Dabi catches Shigaraki, stopping in his tracks. “Your room is on the right” he winks and smiles, prompting Shigaraki to throw him a middle finger before continuing.

You lay on your bed, in your pajamas and under the covers, eyes half open. The door creaks open and you shut your eyes completely, letting out a light snore. Shigaraki enters completely, content with the sound of the snore, proving his concoction worked. He stalks over to the foot of your bed, tapping your foot to double check. When nothing happened, he climbed in, going under the covers with you. After waiting a few seconds, relishing in the feeling of you sleeping next to him, he turns over to hover on top of you. A rough thumb drags across your cheek. He whispers “I’m sorry, you’re so beautiful, I have to do this”. His hand drags down to your chest, roughly groping you. A small noise exits your mouth and he stops. You make another noise and try to play it off as a snore, even a sleepy whimper. He continues, “you’re so cute when you sleep too”.

His hand travels under your shirt, taking a nipple in between two fingers. He kisses the middle of your chest, other hand gripping your waist with his gloves on. Another noise threatens to leave your mouth as he keeps going. You play it off as snores and sleeping sounds as best as you can. Until he starts kissing down your body, leaving a sloppy wet trail from your neck down to your hips. Your whole body is electric, you want nothing more than to tell him how good he feels, how well he’s doing, to grab his hair and tell him to keep going. He looks up at you, only to see you looking back at him smirking.

He nearly jumps out of his skin, how long have you been awake? Did he wake you up? Were you awake the whole time? He stammers over his words before getting up to leave, hoping that the drug would make you forget tonight. You wrap your legs around his hips. He tries to wiggle out of your grip until you grab his arm. “I knew it”, you say, trying to get a good look at his face. He looked mortified, almost as if he was about to cry. You cradle his cheeks in your palms and tell him “if you wanted to sleep with me, you could just ask”. He finally looks up, “how did you know?”. You unhook your legs and motion for him to sit on the bed as you sit up too. “Well, when I did the laundry yesterday, I found my black panties in your pile. I didn’t think much of it at first until I heard you and Kurogiri at the bar talking about a drug deal. I know that’s not your thing at all, so I followed you-'' “you what?” Shigarki interrupted. “That’s way too dangerous you can’t just-” now you cut him off. “Relax, Toga went with me. Then we asked the dealer some questions after you left and found out what it was. It all makes sense now, why I’m always so tired recently, why I have to keep buying new panties, why I’m so sore in the mornings”. “I- I’m sorry” Shigaraki stammered. He looked down and you put a hand on his back. “No you’re not. You’re sorry you got caught. But I’m not”.

Shigaraki looks up in confusion, every muscle in his body wanting to leave. “You know why I came here boss?” you questioned. “... because we need you?” “Well that, but also so I can get closer to you. To be honest, I liked you ever since I saw you on the news that day”. His heart started beating faster, did he actually have a chance? His eyes searched yours for an answer, but your lips answered for them. Your hand under his chin, you turned his head a little more, catching his lips before he could speak. His hands reached for your waist again, pushing you onto your back. Your hands curled in his hair, pushing him closer. His tongue met yours before he started to smile, making you smile too.

A knock at the door startled you both. Looking toward it, you heard Dabi snickering, “use protection kids, we don’t need any little gremlins running around here yet”. He slid a condom under the door. Shigaraki grinned at you before getting up to reach for it.

Rules

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Drawn to You | Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Warning: Makeout, This is a lil long (I got carried away)

Word count: 3859

It was a typical night for you. You had your music playing faintly in the background while you were writing notes for your anatomy & physiology class when you felt your phone vibrate violently on your desk, which caused your French bulldog, Royal, to wake up from his snoring slumber on your lap. With an annoyed huff, you pick up your phone and notice your best friend Rae had texted you numerous times.

Rae 😴

Hey!

Among Us!

Now!

Need 10th person!

Pleaseeeeee

You stared at the messages for a minute. You were confused on why she asked you of all people. You were the opposite of the many streaming friends she had who were loud, funny, and all around GOOD at games. Your shy character would not fit well on her stream and you knew that. Plus, the only games you’ve played are Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing, which requires no communication with people and you preferred it that way.

You

Why me? I’m in the middle of writing notes.

Rae 😴

There’s this person I want you to meet!

He’s really nice and you’ll warm up to the group in no time, I promise!

I won’t let them be mean to you 😤😤

They’re nice ppl anyway so they wont be mean lol

You

Okay.. let me load up my discord

Rae 😴

Yayy!

I already bought among us for you last time I was over so you’re good to go!

‘What? When did she find the time to buy the game for me? We were literally together the whole time she was here.’ You thought, but quickly dismissed it and loaded up discord. Right as you got online, you got an invite from Rae. You quickly grabbed your headset and adjusted your mic before joining the call. You petted Royal in an attempt to calm your nerves as you saw 9 peoples profile pictures appear in front of you. You only recognized Rae’s, of course.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Rae exclaimed, “Guys, this is my best friend (Y/N)! Introduce yourselves!”

“Hi, I’m Toast!” Said the man with the toast icon. You smiled at his profile picture. You found it cute.

“I’m Jack!” Said an Irish voice. You know Jack. You used to watch his videos a lot.

“I’m Poki!” Said a girl with a really sweet voice, “Nice to meet you!” You were about to say hello back when someone else chimed in.

“Hello, I’m Felix!” You recognized that Swedish accent. He was the most well known YouTuber, of course.

“Nice to meet you!” Said a really soft voice, “I’m Sykkuno!” His voice reminded you of an anime boy. You smiled to yourself.

“Hi, I’m Lily!” Said a really cute and high pitched voice.

“Hi everyon-” You went to introduce yourself properly until you got cut off.

“I’m Corpse.” Said a deep, attractive voice. Your eyes widened for a second, his voice catching you off guard.

“H-hello,” You attempt to say hello again but this time you’re a little shaken up by Corpse’s voice, but you get it together by petting Royal once again. “I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you all!”

“Your voice is so adorable!” Says Lily. You smile at the fact that someone who’s voice is equally as adorable complimented yours.

“Thank you!” You respond, “Your voice is adorable too, Oh my God!”

Lily giggles at your compliment. “Alright!” Exclaimed Rae, “Ready to play (N/N)?” You quickly realized you forgot to load up Among Us before hand. You were silently kicking yourself for not doing such a simple thing. Now they’re gonna have to wait longer to play because of you and they already waited long enough for you to join the discord call.

“Um..” You stall as you hurriedly click on the Among Us icon. “I’m so sorry. I forgot to load it up.. but it’s loading right now!” Your eyes are glued to the screen as if it’ll make the game boot up faster.

“That’s okay.” Said Corpse in the most kind voice. “It won’t take that long.” You feel heat rushing to your cheeks just by hearing his voice. Who is this man and why is he making you feel like this?

They all agreed with Corpse and continued chatting about whatever they were chatting about before you joined the call. You were half listening as you were trying to figure out what to do as the game loaded up. Just as you were about to ask Rae, Corpse sent you the game code through a private message. You typed “Thank you!” as you quickly entered your name and then the game code.

“Woo! (Y/N)’s here!’ Said Rae happily. “Choose your color and your hat!” ‘Where do I do that?’ You thought to yourself but quickly found it. You wanted to be pink but it wouldn’t let you choose it.

“Why isn’t it letting me choose pink?” You asked.

“It’s because Corpse is pink.” Explained Lily. “He took it from me too.” She said with a sad, but funny, tone.

“I can be a different color.” Corpse said and quickly changed his color from pink to white.

“Oh, Thank you!” You said happily and picked a flower to match it.

“No problem.” He said and you could hear the smile in his voice. It made butterflies appear in your stomach.

“Are you kidding me?!” Said a laughing Lily. “I literally ARGUED with you about letting me have pink!”

“I sense something happening...” Cooed Rae in a sing songy voice. The whole group then erupted in “Ooooo’s”. This made you blush. You covered your face even though they couldn’t see you and Corpse chuckled, which only made you blush more.

Before the game started they all explained to you how to play so you wouldn’t be lost. This calmed your nerves a bit and when the game started you were happily going around the ship completing your tasks. Watering the plants was your favorite so far since you found it satisfying how the plants grew. You saw Corpse run up to you and you made your character step away a bit because you didn’t want to get killed. He instead ran circles around you and you decided to follow him for the rest of the game for safety. You both encountered Rae and Toast by the vending machines but didn’t think much of it and waited for Corpse to finish his task. Until Rae killed you and Toast killed Corpse. “A double kill?!” You shouted to yourself, causing Royal to wake up and slowly get off your lap. “I’m sorry buddy..” You said to him as he laid down in his dog bed. You turn your attention back to the screen as someone found you and Corpse’s dead bodies.

“Um, bodies found by the vending machines.” Said Felix who didn’t sound all too confident. “Jack where were you?” He asked.

“I was in..” As Jack was about to explain himself you heard a ‘pop’ emit from your headphones and saw a red dot by the messages icon. You clicked it and saw it was a message from Corpse. You completely stopped caring about the arguing going on through your headphones as Jack was trying to claim innocence.

“I like your flower :)” It read. You smiled big and immediately typed back.

Your fingers hovered over the keys thinking about what to type back but you settled on a simple “Thank you :D”.

After two games or so everyone got tired and decided to head out. You all said your goodbyes and watched as each person slowly began to leave the call. You didn’t want to leave until you were sure everybody was gone. Everybody left but Corpse. “Hey..” He said, sounding a little shy but it was probably just because he was tired.

“Hi!” You said a little too excited. You immediately wished you could reword what you said a little calmer.

“So, uh..” He began, “Could I possibly get your number? For Among Us games I mean?” He didn’t sound too sure of himself but him asking this made you beam with excitement.

“Of course.” You said calmer than before, “But I don’t know what help I’d be as I’m terrible at this game.” You giggled.

You typed in chat your number, your fingers shaking slightly. “Nah, I liked playing with you.” He said more confident, “You make it more fun. Even though I haven’t ever spoken to you before.” He chuckled. You smiled at his words. Butterflies formed in your stomach hearing him laugh.

You and Corpse chatted a bit more until he decided he should go, but you wished you guys could have kept talking the whole night. You felt this connection with him that you couldn’t put into words. It felt so easy for you to talk to him and you didn’t feel as nervous around him as the others you met today. There was something so calming about him that washed your fears away. You shook your head from the thoughts and told yourself that you just met him today, you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself but it was hard not to.

You were laying in your bed scrolling through twitter when you got a text.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

hey its corpse

is this (Y/N)?

Your heart skipped a beat. You were excited Corpse texted you so fast, hoping you two could continue talking.

You

That’s me!

I thought you were going to sleep?

Corpse🥺🖤

nah i hardly ever sleep i just left because i didnt want to keep you up

i really enjoyed playing with you

You

I enjoyed playing with you too

We should play together again soon

Corpse🥺🖤

definitely

You’ve begun to become really good friends with Corpse over the past week. You and him would facetime each other whenever you could. You always were on facetime with him, actually. Whenever you were studying, you guys were talking. Whenever he was editing, you guys were talking. When you were about to go to bed, you guys were talking.

Right now, you guys were facetiming as you were studying for an upcoming exam and he was trying to stay awake. You liked having him around when you were studying even if it was through a phone. You didn’t feel pressured to talk or have to worry about an awkward silence with him. It was comfortable silence.

You started to worry that you were keeping him up, though. “You can go to bed if you want,” You said softly as you looked up from your textbook to the black screen propped up against a few books. “ I don’t want to keep you up. You need some rest.”

“No..” He muttered, “I like having you around..”

“I like having you around too Corpsie but we can talk when you wake up.” You told him a little sternly in an effort to convince him to go to bed.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked out of the blue.

You paused before answering and shifted your gaze to the black screen once again. “Yeah sure, go ahead.”

“Do you want to maybe stay over here for a bit?” He asked, “Whenever you’re free, I mean. If you don’t want to I get that too I just feel so drawn to you I want you closer to me. Is that weird? I’m sorry if that’s weird. Actually, forget I said-”

“I’d love to come over.” You told him with a smile. “When would you want me to be there?”

“As soon as possible.” He said in his raspy, tired voice. Butterflies formed in your stomach and you felt your heart skip a beat. This man was something else.

“I can be over there in the morning..” You start, “I just have to pack and everything. Is it okay if I bring Royal? I don’t want to leave him with my sister.” You look over to Royal sleeping peacefully on your bed, snoring away.

“Hell yeah!” Corpse exclaimed, “I love animals! Bring him over.” You giggled at his excitement.

Corpse ended up falling asleep soon after and you ended the call. As you were getting ready for bed you began to think of what Corpse’s place would be like and what you guys would do. You were definitely going to show him Stardew Valley, that was for sure. You pondered the thought of you finally confessing to him that you wanted to be not just his friend, but girlfriend. You’ve been wanting to do it for awhile now but you get too scared and end up chickening out, so you figured if he liked you like you like him, he’d make the first move. You started to make up scenarios in your head about finally hanging out with Corpse in person as you drifted off to sleep, hearing Royal snoring peacefully in the background.

It was the next morning and as soon as you woke up you changed into your favorite outfit and began to pack. You didn’t know how long you were staying for but you decided to pack about 2 weeks worth of clothes just to be on the safe side. Royal was sitting on the floor watching you as you hurried from your closet to the suitcase on your bed. You were happily humming as you were excited about the day. You heard your phone buzz and you quickly grabbed it from your bed as you saw the name pop up on the screen.

Corpse🥺🖤

hey :)

heres the address:

You

Thanks! and hello 😊

You two texted until you were ready to go. You were definitely NOT looking forward to driving two and a half hours from LA to San Diego but you were so excited to see Corpse that the dread of the long car ride washed away.

You put Royal into his harness and plopped him in the back seat. He looked at you confused since he rarely ever gets to go for rides in the car. “We’re going to see a friend!” You tell him while petting his head. He then laid down and began to close his eyes.

After what seemed like forever you were finally outside Corpse’s apartment. You grabbed Royal and attached his leash to his harness and then proceeded to grab your giant (and heavy) suitcase out of the trunk. You struggled getting the suitcase up the apartment building stairs but you managed. You felt a sense of relief that his apartment building had an elevator so you didn’t have to deal with more stairs. The ones at the entrance were enough. While you were waiting for the elevator to take you to his floor you took this opportunity to text him.

You

On my way up!

Almost immediately after you sent it he read it. He started typing but the three dots quickly disappeared. Before you could question it the elevator doors opened to his floor. “Come on, Bud!” You said to Royal and motioned for him to go ahead. Royal got up from his sitting stance and lead the way. After passing 2 other doors, you were at Corpse’s. You knocked two times.

You heard shuffling on the other side and the door knob turning shortly after. Before you knew it, Corpse was in front of you. His eyes were looking at yours. You immediately smiled. “Hi.” Corpse said with a slight smile as well.

“Hi..” You said shyly. You didn’t know how to react now that he was in front of you and not behind a screen. He stepped aside and motioned for you to come inside. You entered his apartment and set your suitcase by the couch. Royal was pawing at Corpse’s leg, begging for pets.

“Aww, hi buddy!” Corpse said excitedly. “He’s so well behaved.” Corpse was talking to you now.

“Yeah, it took work though.” You laughed slightly. “Your place is really nice.” You said as you looked around. You noticed all of his mirrors were covered up, but you decided not to ask him about that. He probably had his reasons.

“Thank you.” Corpse said as he looked at you. “You look pretty.”

You blushed and turned your head away from him so he couldn’t see your pink cheeks. “Thank you.”

Corpse cleared his throat, “So uh, I don’t have a guest bedroom so I’ll take the couch for however long you want to stay.”

You quickly shot your head at him. “No no no I’m not letting you sleep on the couch in your own apartment.” You argued with him.

“Well, I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.” Corpse stated.

“Then we’ll share your bed.” You said with a shrug and headed towards his room to set your suitcase down, Royal following closely behind you. You didn’t see anything wrong with it. You and Rae share one whenever you guys sleep over at each other’s house and you thought this was no different

“O-okay.” He responded and quickly followed after you, “So, this is my room.” he said as you and him both entered.

“I like it!” You exclaimed as you looked around. You liked how dark it was in there. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you. That smile.. You thought and quickly fumbled with your suitcase as you set it down by his closet. Corpse came closer to you.

“Can I give you a hug?” Corpse said a little shyly, as if I’d say no.

“Of course!” You said and wrapped your arms around his neck. He was taken aback but quickly put his hands around your waist. You caught a whiff of his mild cologne which made you want to stay in the hug a little longer. You didn’t want to be weird though and pulled away from the embrace.

“I’m really happy you’re here.” He said as he looked into your eyes. I could kiss him right now, oh my God. Your mind raced, but you managed to get out some words.

“I am, too.” You said.

It’s only been about a day since you’ve been over at Corpse’s. Sharing the bed seems to be no big deal as he barely seems to sleep. You so far liked being there with him.

Right now, you were on the phone with an overly excited Rae.

“You’re at his HOUSE?!” She yelled excitedly in your ear. Your face cringed a little bit from the yelling.

“Yeah,” You told her, “He has a really nice place.” You said as you scanned his living room.

“I knew you guys would hit it off!” Rae said, “I should be a matchmaker or something.” You blushed at her comment.

“Nothing’s happened yet.” You said quietly, not wanting Corpse to hear you.

“Girl, you’re at his house.” Rae said in a obvious tone. You rolled your eyes.

“This could just mean he likes having me over as a FRIEND.” You told her. You were hoping that wasn’t the case though and Corpse did have feelings for you. You smiled at the thought.

“You are so oblivious.” Rae said with a sigh, “Anyway, I gotta go workout. Love ya! Hope everything goes well!” She said the last part in her sing songy voice.

“Love you too!” You said back and ended the call. What do I do now? You thought. Corpse was streaming so you couldn’t hangout with him right now and your physics class isn’t till a few hours. You were hungry, though, and decided to cook some lunch for you and Corpse. It’ll be a nice surprise for him. You smiled at the thought.

You made your delicious Dorito taco salad that you love so much. You made a bowl for Corpse as well and took it to his room where he resided. He didn’t seem to be streaming anymore and was just scrolling through Twitter on his computer.

“I come with food!” You say as you place the bowl down in front of him. You seem to have startled him as he jumped slightly when you spoke. He examined the bowl suspiciously.

“What is this?” He says cautiously of your creation.

“It’s Dorito taco salad.” You explain, “It has crushed up Doritos, of course, shredded chicken, lettuce, olives, and sour cream in it.” He seemed to be skeptical of it, which was a given every time you made it for someone new, but people ended up loving it when they tasted it. You were confused as to how many people found it weird since your mom made it for you when you were a kid a ton, so you were used to the delicious lunch dish.

“Okay.” He said and took a bite of it. His eyes lit up. “Oh my god, this is so good!” He exclaimed and took another bite. You giggled with excitement that he loved it like you did.

You both ate together and laid down on the bed as you talked about random things that were going on in your lives. You guys were laughing at a joke Corpse said until Corpse got serious.

“I have to tell you something.” Corpse said and looked into your eyes.

“Okay,” You said confused, “Go ahead.”

He took a deep breath. “I like you.” He confessed, “Like, romantically. I have for awhile now actually and I don’t know what it is about you and I thought I was done with love but you make me feel so happy and different from anyone else I’ve talked to. You don’t have to feel the same way but I couldn’t keep my feelings in for any longer.”

You paused for a moment. Is this actually happening? Are you in a dream? “I like you too, Corpse.” You say softly. His eyes beam with excitement..

“Really?” He asks.

You laugh at his bewilderment. “Yes, really!”

He tackles you in a hug on the bed. You giggle from his excitement. He’s on top of you and he lifts his head up from your neck to look you in the eyes. You get a rush of emotions as you see the care and love in his eyes as he’s looking at you.

You blurt out what you were thinking in that exact moment. “Kiss me.”

He leans in and kisses you softly. One hand is holding him up on the bed as the other is cupping your cheek. You take one hand and tangle it in his hair. This causes him to deepen the kiss with you. The kiss turns rough. You’re both so in the moment you don’t want to come up for air but you guys manage to keep going by taking in air when your lips part for brief moments. The hand that was cupping your cheek is now next to your head, taking the responsibility of holding him up. The other hand is trailing up and down your thigh, squeezing your thigh tightly ever so often. You eventually break the heated kiss and look up at him. You were hoping he could see the love you had for him in your eyes.

“I liked that.” You say smiling.

He chuckled at your words. “I like it too.”

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gb-patch · 3 years

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Ask Answers: July 10th

I really let asks get away from me lately. I was super focused on working on that Patreon Moment. With that done I can finally think about doing other things, so here’s a new collection of answers!

Thank you for sending in questions everyone ^^.

For the new Patreon moment, will you be able to reference it in step 4? Or just like a tiny nod to it if you pick certain choices?

There won’t be. I’m sorry if you were hoping for that! The Patreon moment is meant to be entirely optional, it’s not something that gets you extra content in the main game.

Is the new CG artist the main one now? :0 I’ve noticed theres been a difference in the art style recently. Is the old CG artist still going to make art for the game? :0

The original artist still makes CGs for the game sometimes, but he mainly focuses on character sprites.

Are you going to put the NSFW our life moment on a website other than patreon? I would love to get it but I can't use patreon atm.

I don’t know. I'm afraid we can't release the Patreon Moment on a normal game storefront because we can't mix 18+ content with our family friendly game. If there's some other place similar to Patreon where it's not the normal type of full-scale public content releases we'd consider using that, but I’m not sure if there is another site that’s better than Patreon in that regard. I'm sorry.

Out of curiosity, in all of your games so far, which characters in each were the most fun to write? They obviously don't have to be your favorite characters!

Buffalo Seer in AFA, really everyone in XOD/XOBD is pretty equally entertaining to write, The Guide in LoV, and Cove in OL!

idk if you accept "personal" questions, but is there anything you've been watching/ listening to lately

Mostly, I’ve been watching/listening to Authortube videos as of late! It’s people who talk generally about the process of how books become traditionally published and/or share their own experience as they attempt to be published. I don’t have an interest in writing normal text based books, but it’s really interesting to hear about that world. I’m listening to a video about royalties right now as I answer these asks.

Will one of the desserts we get to pick be fudge? That'd be such a cute reference!

Haha, yeah, it should. Unless I completely blank on it and forget when trying to include the various referential food options.

I don't know if this has been asked previously but what would be the approximate heights for the presets MC can choose from Step 2 ~ 4? Are there any measurement you had in mind? Sorry if I didn't make myself clear kk I've been struggling with my English lately 💀

I don’t know, ahah. I didn’t have any numbers in mind for that. So it’s whatever you imagine it is!

I noticed a bug with the Patreon moment when it comes to what your character wears. When Jamie and Cove are kissing while my character only had dresses selected, I had both the option to remove the dress or to remove the shirt... Picking one of the options to interact with Cove, after he removed his shirt, it had Jamie remove their shirt followed by ther pants despite only having dresses picked.

Thank you for reporting ^^

I keep refreshing steam to see when the new doc for xobd will be released. I noticed you haven't posted anything about it in quite some time. Would it be possible to ask about a timeline/potential date? (If it's even this year—) I know you and your team are probably working super hard, I'm just super curious! ~Thank you!~

There are more stories done, I just haven’t gotten around to publicly releasing them. Hopefully I will have a chance to spend the time on that sooner rather than later!

hello!! i’m not sure if it’s an update but i’ve just replayed our life and at the end i can’t propose to cove anymore? :(( i’ve actually tried playing twice but the options are not there anymore, did you guys remove the options? i’m sorry if you’ve answered this before!! thank you and have a good one :)

I’m afraid things haven’t been changed or removed, so I think you might’ve accidentally picked the wrong things somewhere along the way and locked yourself out of being able to propose by mistake. Sometimes you meant to say you want to get married but instead you mis-click and have it so the MC isn’t thinking about marriage or something. All I can suggest is starting from the beginning of Step 3 and making sure to follow the steps listed in the FAQ. I’m sorry for that.

Did yall remove some of the options for when youre making out with Cove in the charity moment? I could've sworn you could grab his bonkadonk and its not there anymore

This is the same situation as the above. We didn’t remove things and you’re not wrong that there are sometimes those options. But there are various choices you have to make to get those options and it sounds like you accidentally missed something. If your relationship isn’t long-term, you can’t do it for example.

HI IM SO EXCITED I CAN FINALLY GET THE STEP 3 DLC

Thank you for getting it!

Is Shiloh super totally straight bc I’m very gay and a huge Shiloh fan, would my man make an exception?😩

Sadly, he is one of our super straight characters. I’m sorry.

Hi, I have a very dumb question. In Step 2 does Cove not wanna share his drink with us at the mall (or rather why he stops drinking it) because it's an indirect kiss? Or is it like ...weird to him to share? Because if I remember right he eats off our spoon in the birthday scene right?

Yeah, he’s awkward about it because he likes the MC and it feels very personal to share a straw with his crush.

Hi! If you don't mind me asking, who is the artist for OL2? Their style is so pretty!

Thank you for saying so! This is her Twitter- https://twitter.com/redridingheart

Do Beginnings & Always and Now & Forever exist in the same universe?

Yep! XOXO Droplets also exists in the same universe. It’s one big GB Patch world, haha.

Do Pran's parents regret the way they raised him? Do they feel ashamed of it?

No. They’re the type of people best cut out because they’re not gonna change. Which is why Pran does go very limited contact when he’s an adult.

Hi! I just wrapped up my second playthrough of Our Life, and I absolutely adore it, but I had a question. I went to the gallery and found I was missing 2 CGS (specifically Step 1-3 and 2-3) and I had no clue where they would've shown up. Which moments are those found in?

You get it by telling Cove about his dad offering you money to be his friend in Step 1 and Step 2. You can’t get both in one playthrough, since you can only tell Cove the truth once. I’m really glad you liked it!

Hi hi! Please, how tall is Baxter and Derek? Love the game so much and I can't wait to see more!

I don’t know, aha. I think Baxter was around 5′10 and Derek was like 5′8/5′9, maybe. I really am not one who has specific heights for things in mind.

is adult cove a bottom, top, or switch?

A switch, though would choose the top if he had to pick.

I was wondering if there is a way to transfer save data? Even if through the game files. I wanted to be able to transfer my save data from my desktop over to my laptop so that I could continue playing right where I left off from but I'm not entirely sure how to go about that.

If you save the save folder/persistent data of the game from your desktop and put it into the game folder on your other device, that could work.

Hi! Is it possible for us to know the date when our life: now and forever comes out on steam? Sorry if you've mentioned it before but I haven't seen it and I'm looking foward to that happening and just wanted to know :)

It’s gonna be a long time, I’m afraid. There’s no estimate right now.

I started playing Our Life with my sister a while ago, and I think you guys should know that we discovered your secret. >:)

L from death note and Cove are clearly the same person, and this whole game is just an origin story!!

I’ve never seen that show so I’m sorry to say I don’t understand the connection/reference you’re trying to make. I’m pretty out of the loop when it comes to media. I don’t watch movies or TV.

Will OL2 have options for disabled MCs?

I understand if it's too complicated, just curious

Unfortunately, it’s not really something we have a plan for. We couldn’t finish the game if we tried to include every disability and have it be meaningful. It’d just be too much content to create. But if we decide to only include a few, how would we choose which disabilities get to be represented and which are left out? I don’t know. It’ll probably have to be something we don’t include as an option again, sadly. I’m sorry.

playing our life > anything else

Haha, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.

Honestly, I would like to thank Our Life for helping me come to terms with my sexuality. Before, I never would've actually thought that it was possible to like boys romantically and still be asexual. Almost all of the BL visual novels I've read had unskippable sexual content in them and it honestly just didn't click with what I feel. I'm glad I found Our Life. I love the game, the developers, and this fandom so much. Now, I can safely come out as homoromantic AND asexual (at least anonymously here anyway; my parents are still huge homophobes 😂).

Aw, it’s great to hear you felt comfortable being yourself in the game! That’s wonderful. I’m really sorry about your parents, though.

Will the demo for OL2 be on android? Really not sure if I could wait any longer than I have to aha

Yeah, it’ll be available for Android once we eventually release a demo!

Do all these reveals perhaps mean development is progressing ahead of schedule? Please let that be the case I'm already obsessed with Qiu

No, sorry, aha. Art comes along much faster than script/programming-work for us. It’s gonna be a long time before the game is a finished thing you can actually play. But at least we can look at the beautiful images.

Hey! First of all I wanna say I reallllllyyyyy loooovvveeee Our Life and XOXO Droplets! I have over 300 hours of playtime on Our Life… Anyways, I was just wondering, are the Derek and Baxter DLCs going to come out at the same time? If not, which one do you plan to release first? :3

They will come out separately and Derek will be first! Glad you like the game.

I keep replaying Our Life to get every possible iteration and I am loving it <3 I was wondering if Cove gets locked out of his confession because MC was talking to Lee, would it be possible to confess to him in step 4?

Yeah, you can avoid the confession in Step 3 and then get it in Step 4.

Hi, my Cove wears bracelets through step 2 and 3 but I still don't get an option to give him a bracelet? I didn't even know that was possible until I seen someone else ask about it lol

Hm, did you use the Cove creator? Maybe there’s a bug where using the creator to add bracelets doesn’t fulfill the requirement to give Cove a bracelet in Step 3.

Wait, I'm dense, when does Baxter appear in step 2? Is it from big park firework? I feel so bad since i really love Baxter and waiting to buy his dlc.

It’s in the Soiree Moment. You have to be just friends with Cove, indifferent, or crushing but not ask Cove to the dance at all. Then while there you can find someone new to dance with. But if you bring Cove to the dance while crushing, the MC won’t wanna dance with anyone else so you can’t get the scene.

In step 2 when we go to the soiree I made my mc go alone and baxter chooses the mc to dance, i'm curious, why did he pick the mc? sorry if this has been asked before!

Because the MC looked to be around his age, seemed to also be searching for a partner, and had nice legs. A perfect option for him.

I read some of the FAQs, and I saw that we could tell Baxter about the condo that he rented there was previously the mean old grandparents. how do we get the mc to tell him that?

It happens in the DLC Moment “Late Shift”. If you don’t have a job you instead get a longer scene with Baxter.

I don’t know if you’ve addressed this or not, but are you planning on paying voice actors for our life: now and forever?

Yeah, we pay our VAs in all our projects.

hey can i ask how you did the moments thing in ol? im trying to get into making visual novels and while im VERY sure its out of my comfort zone and all that atm i kinda wanna know just for the future, bc im p sure it would work well for something i wanna do :O but its also fine if you cant say for other reasons :>

I’m afraid I’m not sure what you mean. Are you asking how we programmed the screen or something script related? Adding Moments like that is pretty straightforward, though. You just have buttons that open to different labels and then the scripts are essentially individual short stories/vignettes. Good luck with your VN!

Since Autumn becomes gender fluid later in the game, will there be a character who remains as he/him to romance in game?

OL1 has the he/him LIs, OL2 is all about other genders.

I don't want to impose on your creative plans, but a parrot could possibly make a good pet in an OL-type game? They're pretty long-lived and likely to still be thriving by the end even if the MC got them back in step 1.

I do appreciate the suggestion, but I’m afraid it’s not likely going to happen. I understand there are technically some animals that could theoretically live long enough to last the whole game that or we could have the MC only get a pet after some years have already passed. But the many things that would have to be considered/accommodated for makes it just something we probably can’t manage adding. I’m sorry.

As time passes will we be able to see Qiu and Tamarack's other stage arts as well?

They are both so cute i can't wait to be friends with them!

Yeah, we’ll show content from other Steps in the future. It’ll be a little while from now, though.

Can you date Cove and still have your family comfort you in the car?

You can’t get Cove’s Step 3 confession scene if you have the family comfort you in the car. But that’s not the only way to date him. You can get together with him earlier in the game or later on in Step 4.

Is Mc always going to be the one walking down the aisle or could Cove do it? Also could you choose to have one of your moms walk you?

No. Cove wouldn’t want to walk down the aisle like that and the MC automatically respects that. And the MC also gets to have their preferences respected, so it’s up to you whether they want to do an aisle walk or not. You also can pick who, if anyone, walks with you.

Once step 4 is out, will you be able to go the whole game on crush/love without either of you confessing?

Yes, as long as you tell the game you don’t want to progress the relationship. Even in Step 4 it won’t force you to officially get together.

Howdy, so in Step 4, there will be any Romance with Derek that is not part of any dlc?

He’s only a friend unless you get his romance story.

Will the step 4 in OL2 be one big step or are you considering moments?

Step 4 is just an epilogue in both games.

hi kind of a weird question but!! we know tht cliff doesn't start dating again but. wht abt flings? like does he ever do 1 night stands or anything? thank u!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nope. Cliff has a very small interest in sex. If he’s not in a real relationship with a partner he’s crazy about it simply isn’t something he feels a need for, so one night stands wouldn’t even cross his mind.

sorry if you've already answered this, but i was wondering if there were plans for there to be bonus love interests in OL2 like how we have derek and baxter in OL1.

Maybe! There are side characters who could be given romance stories, but whether or not it will happen depends on funding and how long everything else takes to finish.

I don't know if i'm allowed to ask about ol2 here yet, if not u can ignore this or answer it later. My question is can you date one of them and be good friends with the other? I don't want to be strangers with the other bcs i love them both a lot :<

Yes you can!

what patreon level do i have to be to unlock the nsfw moment? im on the $5 one right now, will that give me access to the moment, or just access to the moment progress?

That’ll give you access! Tier 2 and anything higher allows the player to download it.

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Sunday Kind of Love

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: M

Summary: You need a date to your sister’s wedding, and Spencer begrudgingly agrees to help you out. Your feelings for him become difficult to hide, and Spencer really commits to his role as your “boyfriend”.

Word Count: 5.3K

Content Warnings: Family conflict, minor angst, unprotected sex, Dom!Spencer/Sub!Reader, bondage, daddy kink, spitting, choking, breath play, exhibitionism/public sex, teensy bit of sacrilege

Author’s Note: This fic idea came to me while I was listening to “A Sunday Kind of Love” by Etta James, so I’d highly recommend listening to it if you read the fic. Gives you the ~vibe~. Anyway, this is way longer than I expected but Spencer and reader deserved the extra time! I hope u enjoy :)

“C’mon, just make an appearance with me!” You pleaded. “It’s just one night! How bad can it be?” I didn’t even believe the words as they came out of my mouth.

Morgan snorted at that, shaking his head as he moved to exit the bullpen. “Sorry, kid. I love you, but I am not spending my night off at your bitchy sister’s wedding.”

You sighed, reluctantly stepping aside to allow him to leave. Beginning to lose hope, you turned to your only remaining coworker. Spencer was still sitting at his desk, busying himself with organizing drawers and repositioning folders to avoid meeting your gaze as you approached his desk.

“Spencer, please come with me tonight. I can’t deal with my sister alone, and I think I might die if I have to explain to her that the guy I told her I was bringing ghosted me last week.” As you spoke, you watched him try to think of a way to protect your feelings without going. In the year you’d worked at the BAU you’d come to see everyone on the team as family, but it was Reid you felt closest to. When he didn’t respond immediately, you put your hand on his shoulder. “Spence, I need you.” You spoke quietly, but he heard you clearly.

He looked up at you at your last words, visibly conflicted. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, and he sighed, standing up. Knowing you had won, you threw your arms around his neck in a hug, nearly sending the two of you tumbling over in your enthusiasm. He tentatively wrapped his arms around you, returning the gesture of affection.

His touch brought with it feelings of peace and happiness that you had come to associate with Spencer. Your smile grew impossibly wider as you thanked him a million and one times, squeezing him tightly as you felt relief spread through your body. Forcing yourself to pull away, you noticed his lips had quirked up into a small smile at your reaction.

“You know, almost twenty percent of weddings are called off. There’s still a chance it won’t even happen.” Spencer mumbled as you walked out together. You weren’t sure if he was trying to comfort you or himself. As you reached the garage, you thanked him again for agreeing to be your date. He just nodded, visibly nervous about the event.

You stopped him before he could start walking to the metro. “Let me drive you home,” you insisted, “it’ll be faster and we can talk over our game plan on the way!”

“Game plan?” He questioned, amused at your choice of words.

“Just pretend we’re going undercover on a case! We’ll get into character and everything. This can be fun if we make it fun.” Spencer seemed unconvinced, but he followed you to your car.

As you drove to his place, Spencer seemed to relax as he started to plan, happy to gain some control over the situation. You knew he hated big events, especially ones with a lot of strangers, but your deep dislike for most of your sister’s invite list meant you’d at least suffer together. Pulling up to the curb, you said a quick goodbye, telling him to be ready in an hour.

When you got home, you jumped through the shower, scrubbing off the stress of the work day to allow family-related stress to take its place. You quickly blew your hair dry, putting more effort into your hair and makeup than you usually did. As you reached your closet, you scanned your dresses for one that would match the maroon tie Spencer planned on wearing. A smile spread across your lips when you spotted it, your fingers toying with the soft fabric as you imagined Spencer’s reaction when he saw it.

You tried to push the thought away, sighing at your own hopelessness. You’d been trying to bury your feelings for Spencer ever since you joined the BAU, but it was a losing battle. You found it impossible to ignore him, despite your efforts to remain neutral in his presence. Your heart swelled at the excitement shining in his soft hazel eyes, skipped a beat at the sight of his tongue resting between his lips in concentration, and stopped altogether at the way his hands moved and flexed when he spoke. The opportunity to spend this much one-on-one time with Spencer in what you were sure would be an incredibly flattering suit was almost worth the stress of dealing with your family.

You slipped on the soft satin dress, admiring how it hugged your curves and flowed around your legs. The plunging v-neck was flattering, but tasteful enough to stave off disapproving looks from older guests, leaving you comfortable and confident. You stood in front of the mirror, taking in your appearance as you would a stranger’s. The face that looked back at you was friendly but tense, hands fiddling restlessly with the soft fabric of your dress. It didn’t take a profiler to see you needed to relax.

Taking a deep breath, you cleared your mind, taking a few minutes to give your mind rest and ground yourself. Opening your eyes again, your reflection looked much more peaceful, nodding as you decided you were ready to leave. As you drove to Spencer’s, you felt your heartbeat quickening, this time from excitement instead of stress.

Knocking softly, you were surprised to hear Spencer’s footsteps already nearing you, as if he had been waiting by the door. As he stepped outside, your breath hitched. You shouldn’t be so affected by the sight of him, it’s not like he’d never worn a suit in front of you before. It was mostly the look on his face that struck you, his lips slightly parted and eyes scanning your body as he took in the sight of you.

“So what do you think? Good enough to pass for a put-together adult who hasn’t been dreading this day for months?” You asked.

He took a second to respond. “Y-yeah, you… you definitely shouldn’t worry about it. I mean you look great- not that you don’t usually look great it’s just-”

You interrupted him for his own sake, giggling a soft “thank you, Spence. You don’t look half bad yourself.” Understatement of the century.

Soft music played through the speakers in your car, soothing your nerves as you hummed along to “A Sunday Kind of Love” quietly. You almost jumped when you heard Spencer begin to hum with you.

“You know this song?! I didn’t know you listened to any non-classical music!” You exclaimed, unreasonably excited at your discovery.

“I’ve heard you listening to Etta James on the jet a couple times, so I checked out a couple of her songs,” Spencer said simply. You tried to pretend your heart hadn’t just exploded at the implications behind his words. You couldn’t trust your voice to mask your overflowing adoration for the man beside you, so you just smiled and began to sing along quietly.

Oh I'm hoping to discover

A certain kind of lover

Who will show me the way

Lost in the music, you were surprised for the second time that car ride by Spencer’s voice joining yours to sing the chorus. Your eyes shot to his face, but he kept his eyes forward, a small smile the only sign he’d seen your reaction. You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face as you sang with him, his attempts at melody bringing a smile to your face. The words seemed to gain meaning as your voices joined together, both looking forward but focused fully on each other.

To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold

Love for all my life to have and to hold

Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love

Before you knew it, you had arrived. It was as if the bubble that had protected you from the reality of the situation had popped, leaving you exposed to the harsh world that lay waiting for you. Spencer reached out and squeezed your hand, silently reassuring you of his presence, his support, unwavering as you faced the night together.

Nodding slightly, you let go of his hand and stepped out of the car. Spencer walked beside you to the entrance of the church, close enough that you could feel his body heat. As you got closer, you groaned internally at the sight of your mother.

A fake smile stretched across her lips, nodding at a woman whose outfit was so brightly colored you nearly had to look away from the glare. Her smile dropped for a split second when she saw you, but quickly returned with twice the artificial sweetness as before. She called out your name, voice straining with the effort it took to sound happy to see you.

“This can’t be the boy you’ve been seeing! Much more handsome than I expected, how much did he cost you? Just kidding, of course.” Her laugh was somehow faker than her smile. You saw Spencer tense up beside you, and opened your mouth to correct her. She wouldn’t openly admit it, but you were sure your mother would be smug about the fact you and Spencer were just friends.

Before you could say anything, Spencer’s next words sent you reeling.

“Actually, I’m her boyfriend. Glad to finally meet you.” He said as politely as he could, though you could tell he disliked her already. Spencer had never had much patience for people who made jokes at others’ expense.

You were still processing what he’d just said when his arm wrapped around you, gripping your waist. The feeling of his hands on your body was almost too much for you, and you struggled to pay attention as your mother smiled and made smalltalk with Spencer that walked the line between passive aggressiveness and outright hostility.

You finally registered what was happening when your mother made some excuse to leave, off to emotionally torture a new victim. Your head whipped to face Spencer, your mouth hanging open, confusion written on your face.

“Why did you-” you began, interrupted by Spencer’s panicked words laced with regret.

“I’m so sorry, I know we didn’t plan on pretending to be a couple tonight, but she just seemed so smug about it and I wasn’t thinking clearly and I just-” he rushed out. Now it was your turn to cut him off.

“Spencer, thank you. I’m not mad, I promise.” You leaned into his chest, the arm still wrapped around you tightening. “I guess we’ll just have to pretend we’re dating for the rest of tonight, though.”

The two of you slowly made your way into the church, stopping a few times to chat with relatives who called out to you. Everyone was charmed by Spencer, who played the part of your boyfriend remarkably well. You found seats on the right, farthest from the aisle in an attempt to limit your interaction with other guests. Sitting down, you remembered how uncomfortable church pews were, the hours you’d spent in mass with your family all coming back to you now.

Looking around, however, you were reminded of what had gotten you through it. The stained glass windows that surrounded you created a kaleidoscope in your field of vision, capturing your attention for long enough to forget why you had been uncomfortable in the first place. You looked back at Spencer to find him already looking at you, sending a small blush to your cheeks.

“Did you know that stained glass was originally used in Catholic churches to tell stories from the Bible visually for the benefit of illiterate churchgoers? During the English Reformation, many stained glass windows were smashed and destroyed as part of the 1547 Injunctions against images. In fact, all images in churches were ordered to be removed. If it weren’t for that period in history, more stained glass would likely have- sorry, I’m doing it again.” Spencer’s eyes were cast down at the floor, only to shoot back up to your face when he felt your hand on his.

“I like listening to you. Why did they want to destroy all the images in churches?” You asked, leaving Spencer speechless for a second, seemingly unable to process your request for him to continue his rambling. With a small smile, he continued to explain the importance of the English Reformation to religious art as you watched him adoringly.

The ceremony started all too soon, pulling your attention to the front of the church. As you and Spencer listened to the seemingly endless stream of anecdotes about love and life that the pastor had clearly spent years reciting, your eyes started to glaze over. You pushed thoughts about marriage and family and religion out of your mind, preferring emptiness. Your mind didn’t stay blank for long, though.

Apparently Spencer had noticed your change in mood, because he brought his hand to rest on your thigh in a comforting gesture of solidarity. Unfortunately, you were unable to respond in any way, overwhelmed by the feeling of his hand flattened against the satin fabric of your dress. His thumb beginning to rub small circles into your skin, you felt your heart rate quicken. The warmth he brought to your thigh began to spread through your body, suddenly finding the church unbearably hot.

Spencer seemed unaffected by the room’s sudden warming, keeping his gaze locked on the happy couple. You took a shaky breath and tried to calm yourself down, reminding yourself that you were overreacting to what was likely a completely platonic display of affection. The ceremony seemed to drag on for hours, but that might have had something to do with the constant effort it took to mask the desire and panic that Spencer’s touch had ignited in you.

You were broken from your trance of concentration by the feeling of his hand inching higher on your leg. Whipping your head around to face him, his gaze remained fixed on the pastor, pressing his lips together to hide a smirk. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt Spencer’s hand slowly make its way up your thigh, paralyzed by shock and desperation. His grip tightened as he glanced at your face, reading your reaction to his touch. Before you had a chance to respond, it was withdrawn, the world around you coming back into focus as everyone began to clap. The ceremony was over.

When you went to stand up after the recessional, you nearly stumbled on your weak legs. Spencer stabilized you, guiding you through the pews and through the hallways with his hand on your lower back. As you followed the crowd to the banquet hall, the gears in your mind were turning slower than usual, as if they had rusted in the time you hadn’t allowed them to work through the idea of Spencer returning your feelings. Finding your seats, you and Spencer were faced with one of the greatest challenges of your night: extended conversation with your family and their similarly judgemental friends.

The overlapping chatter of so many people at once was clearly bothering Spencer, but he stuck it out for your sake. You felt a tug in your chest at the thought of the effort it must be taking for him to stay in such an uncomfortable situation. He played his part beautifully, though, responding to the borderline offensive questions directed at you politely but firmly, protecting you from their attacks. Your sister would usually have led the onslaught, but thankfully she was preoccupied yelling at the photographer for some suggestion she’d taken as a personal slight.

When Spencer struggled to answer questions about your “relationship”, you took over. He had never been a good liar, and while you loved that about him, you knew it could blow your cover if you allowed him to continue.

In your story, the two of you still worked at the BAU, having started dating a few months after you joined. You threw in small details from your countless daydreams, centering them around real events so that the tale was completely believable. Maybe too believable, you worried, feeling Spencer’s eyes on you as you talked. Under the protection of a lie, you had finally been free to speak the truth, pouring a year’s worth of pining and affection into your words as you concocted a love story you wished was real.

You heard a band start to play, a bluesy vocalist at the center of the ensemble. The music filled the hall as the newlyweds rose for their first dance. A small crowd gathered around the pair as they moved in synchrony, every step practiced and planned. A few songs later, many couples were swaying together, tonight’s celebration of love bringing out the romantic in most.

You turned to Spencer, nodding your head at the band. “We should probably dance for a song or two, just for appearance’s sake.” Spencer looked uncomfortable, but nodded and followed you closer to the source of the music.

Raising your hand to his shoulder while his landed on your hip, you felt a warmth spread through you as you joined hands. Fingers intertwining, you began to move along with the slow song that had been playing, stumbling at first but moving more smoothly as time went on. You had no idea how many songs passed while the two of you swayed, apprehension and desire swirling in the air between you. It took a second for you to notice it, but as soon as you did, Spencer’s small smile told you he had as well.

The smooth vocals of the singer sounded even more lovely on Etta James’s familiar melody, filling you with an intense emotion you couldn’t put words to.

I want a Sunday kind of love

A love to last past Saturday night

And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight

And I want a Sunday kind of love

The feeling in your chest grew as you looked into Spencer’s eyes as the song continued, your chest threatening to burst with whatever magical dust you’d inhaled from the shared breath between your faces. Wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder, you were overcome with a feeling of safety and contentment as he returned your embrace. You swayed together as you began to ponder the cliches you’d always despised, begrudgingly admitting that you now understood the sentiment that nothing in the world mattered but the two of you.

As the song ended, you gathered up all the courage you had, and spoke before your mind could think through the possible negative outcomes of what you were suggesting.

“I need to tell you something,” you started. You felt his grip on you tighten, as if afraid what you would say next would take him from you, but he let you continue. “I think I love you, Spencer.”

He didn’t respond, but you felt him pull away from you. You felt cold without the contact, but it was nothing compared to the loss you felt in your chest as you realized what you’d done. He didn’t feel the same way.

You opened your mouth to apologize, to try to undo the damage you’d done, but before you could say anything he was dragging you toward a hallway. Overcome with confusion and fear of losing him, you didn’t realize where you were going until Spencer opened the door to the single-use bathroom and pulled you inside.

“Spence-” you began, the rest of whatever you had been about to say swallowed by Spencer’s lips as they moved against yours with urgency, his hands coming to cup your face gently. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, the coldness you’d felt replaced by the warmest light filling your chest.

Your hands found his hair, pulling him closer to you as you tried to eliminate any space left between your bodies. A frantic mess of hands and lips exploring any exposed skin, you stumbled backwards with the force of Spencer’s kiss, hearing the door lock as your back hit the cold wood. Your hands slipped under his suit jacket, moaning at the feeling of his firm body under your hands. He shrugged it off completely, allowing the jacket to fall on the floor, his germophobia trumped by his need to feel your warmth.

You moaned into his mouth as his hands wandered your body, leaving goosebumps in his wake. As the kiss became more heated, you noticed that he seemed to withdraw whenever he noticed his touch had gotten rougher, clearly holding back so he wouldn’t hurt you. You smiled into the kiss at the care he showed for you, but your desire to see him fully let go was too strong to allow it to continue. You weren’t sure exactly what he was willing to do, but you took your second biggest risk of the night, showing him what you wanted.

Finding his hand on your body, you laced your fingers between his, kissing him sweetly before pulling away with an innocent look on your face. Spencer stared down at you, confusion clear on his face. You brought his hand up to your mouth, kissing the back of it before moving your hand to his wrist. He watched you intently, unsure what you were doing. Staring up at him with an angelic smile, you brought his hand to your neck, his fingers curling around it instinctively.

As he realized what you were asking of him, his eyes darkened and his grip around your neck tightened. “This is what you wanted, huh?” He spoke lowly, a small smirk forming on his lips. “So needy for me. Would’ve let me fuck you in front of all those people back there, practically shaking just from my hand on your thigh.”

You whimpered, turned on beyond belief by this new side of Spencer. His smirk widened at your reaction to his words, pressing his body against yours, his hardness pressing into you.

“Feel that? Feel what you do to me?” He growled. “Let me show you how I deal with pretty little whores like you.” He stepped away from you, eyes hungrily raking over your body as he began to unbuckle his belt. You just stood there, watching his hands as your mind flashed back to all the times you’d imagined this happening. Somehow this was even better than your wildest imagination had been able to conjure.

“What are you waiting for? Get on your knees” He spat out. The words shot straight to your core, and without hesitation you dropped to your knees in front of him. You watched as he pulled the belt from its loops, but frowned in confusion when he didn’t discard it. He walked around behind you, grabbing each of your wrists and pulling them together. Oh. When he was sure the belt wasn’t too tight, he whispered in your ear how pretty you looked tied up for him, your whimper at the words causing him to let out a dark chuckle.

He returned to the front of you, leaning down to toy with your bottom lip. “Show me you deserve to suck my cock, princess.” He instructed, slipping his thumb into your mouth. You moaned around his finger at that, and instinctively began sucking on the digit. You hollowed your cheeks around it, running your tongue along the length of his thumb before pulling back to swirl your tongue around the tip. He must have approved of your demonstration, because he removed his thumb, pulling down the clothing restricting him in one motion.

Your eyes widened at his size, his smirk growing when you leaned forward instinctively to take him into your mouth. When he grabbed your hair to stop you, you looked up at him in confusion.

“Good girls ask for permission.” Your eyes fluttered shut at that, wanting nothing more than to be good for him.

“Please, let me suck you off, I want you in my mouth,” you begged. He seemed pleased, his hand still in your hair pulling you forward. When your lips wrapped around his cock the hand on your head pushed you down roughly, making you take all of him into your mouth, the tip pressing hard against the back of your throat. You moaned through the gag, your panties likely soaked by now from your arousal at his dominance.

As he began to fuck your throat, you wrapped your lips around him tightly, timing your breaths so you wouldn’t have to stop for air. Words of praise mixed with degradation fell from his lips as he worked your mouth on him. Tears pricked at your eyes at the feeling of him against your throat, spilling over as he continued his ruthless pace.

When he pulled you off of him, a dark smile appeared on Spencer’s face at your disheveled state. He pulled you up so you were standing before him, hands still bound behind your back. He stepped back to admire you.

“Look at you, such a mess for me. What do you want, pretty girl?” He asked, voice still commanding but much softer now, genuinely checking in with you.

“I want you, please, need it so bad,” you practically moaned. He moved forward to meet your mouth with his, one hand coming to rest around your throat while the other gripped your hair, fully in control of your movements. He pulled your hair back, breaking the kiss as he tilted your head up to look him in the eyes.

“Jump.” He commanded. You didn’t hesitate, wrapping your legs around him as he walked you over to the sink, setting you down on the cold porcelain. His mouth rejoined with yours the second you felt the bowl of the sink digging into you. As Spencer’s hands roamed your body, he lost patience with your dress, pulling it down so your tits spilled out of the top. You moaned as he took one nipple into his mouth, a skilled hand toying with the other. His other hand lowered to the hem of your dress, pushing it up to gain full access to you.

Spencer moaned against your chest as he felt the dampness of your panties, soaked all the way through before he had even started to pleasure you. His fingers ran up and down over the wet fabric, applying pressure over your clit that sent your eyes rolling back. You made a noise of complaint at the loss of contact when he withdrew his hand, but were quickly silenced by a hand over your mouth.

“You’ll take what I give you, slut.” Spencer gritted out, tearing your panties off with the last word. His hand came up to your entrance, teasing you as his fingers ran up and down your slit. Gathering your wetness, he moved up to your clit, rubbing circles that left you moaning uncontrollably into his hand. “Can you snap for me, baby?” He asked. You were confused, but you did anyway. “Good girl. That’s your safeword for when you can’t talk.”

Before you could read too much into the statement, he plunged a finger deep into you, causing you to arch your back into him. Your moans still muffled by his hand, he set a brutal pace, adding another finger when he felt you start to clench around him. Tightening his hand over your mouth and nose, he cut off your breath as you approached your peak, your eyes glazing over with pleasure. The high of the lack of oxygen along with the haze that came with this level of submission left you fully pliant, his to play with how he wanted.

Right as your lungs began to burn, your orgasm shook your body, and Spencer let go at that exact moment. The relief of oxygen once again flooding your lungs added on to the euphoria that overtook you, your body shaking as you came down from your high.

You didn’t have much time to recover, as you were brought back to reality with the sensation of the tip of Spencer’s cock teasing your slit. The overstimulation shook you, but with every second your need to feel him inside of you grew stronger. Your whimpers turned into pleas, and in your desperate state you didn’t realize what you were saying until it was too late.

“What was that?” Spencer asked, withdrawing completely.

“I-I’m sorry, it was an accident, I didn’t mean to, I’ll never-” you were interrupted by an unexpected demand.

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“Say. It. Again.” Spencer gritted out, his eyes darkening with each word.

“Please fuck me, daddy.” You said shakily.

A look of satisfaction came over Spencer’s face as he slammed into you without warning, setting a rough pace. You began to chant his new title, and his hand came up to choke you, fingers pressing into your carotid arteries just beneath your jaw. He wasn’t putting any pressure on your windpipe, but your lightheadedness from the reduced blood flow made it feel harder to breathe, the feeling of being owned by the man you loved only intensifying your pleasure.

Spencer towered over you as he continued his assault, his other hand coming up to muffle your moans by allowing you to suck on his fingers. When he withdrew them to pay attention to your body elsewhere, he was confused to see you stick out your tongue. When the wave of understanding washed over him, he couldn’t hold back his smile. Bringing his hand up to trace your cheek, he looked at you lovingly before spitting in your mouth, watching in awe as you eagerly swallowed and met him with an innocent smile that contrasted beautifully with your actions.

As you began to feel the knot in your stomach building again, Spencer increased his pace. Bringing one of his fingers to your clit, Spencer knew you were nearing the edge, and fast. “Come for me, pretty girl.” He ordered.

You obliged, Spencer’s kiss swallowing the moans spilling from your mouth. He followed soon after, sent into ecstasy by the image and sensation of you coming apart under him. As he filled you up, you felt a bliss that you’d never experienced before, using your lips to show him how he’d affected you as he fucked you through both of your orgasms. When you eventually parted, it was quiet for a moment.

As Spencer helped you off the sink and removed the belt from your wrists, massaging the tender skin, you began to laugh. It started out as a small giggle, but it soon turned into a full belly laugh, bringing tears to your eyes. Spencer was taken aback at first, but son couldn’t help but join you. You both laughed until your stomachs hurt, and when you could finally speak again your first words were “we just had sex in a church bathroom.”

Holding back another bout of laughter, Spencer responded, “I have to say, this wasn’t how I imagined tonight going.” He took a step towards you, arms lacing around your waist. “I’m not complaining, though.”

You pulled him down to meet him in a kiss, your teeth clacking as neither of you could hold back your smiles. When you broke apart, Spencer’s forehead stayed pressed against yours. “I love you,” he said quietly, “I have for a long time now. I just never thought you would feel the same way.”

You couldn’t hold back the happy tears that formed in the corners of your eyes. Wordlessly, you pulled him into a hug, your bodies coming together like two pieces of a puzzle that had finally been connected. You stayed there for a while, just feeling each other breathe.

In a few minutes, you’d sneak out the back door of the church. In a few minutes, you’d leave the room with no need for lies to excuse your shared affection. In a few minutes, you’d have to deal with the paperwork that Hotch would inevitably require. But for these last few minutes, all you had to do was hold each other. For now, you were just two people in love, and that was enough.

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Cigar Smoke and Metal-Karl Heisenberg x Reader

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Chapter 4

The days passed by uneventfully. You woke up, cooked his breakfast, did laundry, cooked his lunch, cleaned, cooked his dinner, swept, and went to bed. In that order. Every day. You learned that the Veiled woman had given you the clothes and extra furnishings in your room, and that her name was Donna Beneviento, the dollmaker lord of the village. Though she hated the factory, she pushed past her inhibitions to visit you as often as she could. She would bring fresh fruit and vegetables, as well as furniture she didn’t need that you used to spruce up your living space. You often enjoyed each other’s company in an abandoned room with a large skylight, which you dubbed the sun-room. After bringing in a small table, rug, and some chairs, it almost felt cozy. Heisenberg never came up there, making it a perfect spot for tea on Donna’s better days.

“Alcina is still angry that you were given to Heisenberg instead of her. She has brought it up at every meeting since your arrival.” Donna remarked as she lifted her veil to sip her tea.

“… Alcina? Is that the big vampire lady?”

“Yes. Many of the mortals who stumble across the village are sent to her, if not to Moreau for Cadou experiments.”

“Is Moreau the fish guy? Heisenberg won’t tell me anything about the other Lords. Or Miranda.”

“It is better that way. Our family is quite confusing.”

Angie, who had been still up until then, nodded vigorously. “That ugly freak is Moreau!”

“He seems… interesting. Do you think Heisenberg would let me go down to the reservoir for a visit?”

Angie laughed.

“No, I’m afraid not. Heisenberg hates all the other lords except myself. He… mildly tolerates me. I wish he were half as fond of me as he is of you.” Donna sighed.

You laughed. “I’m his maid. He isn’t fond of me.”

“He would have used you for one of his Soldats if he didn’t like you in some form.”

“… soldat?”

“His creations.”

“Oh.” You sipped your tea, not quite sure what to think.

An all-too-familiar clank alerted you to Heisenberg’s presence in the room. “Are you distracting my little maid from her duties, Donna?” He asked, leaning on his hammer.

“She’s a human! She can’t work all the time, Karl.” Angie said, running away from Donna’s side to annoy Heisenberg.

“Oh please. Let’s wrap this tea party up, I got a job for you, Buttercup.”

Even though you’d been living in the factory for weeks, he’d never called you by your actual name.

“Why do you carry around that big hammer all the time, huh? Do you use it to crush your enemies? Can I hold it?” Angie danced around him excitedly.

“Why haven’t you learned to shut your trap?” Heisenberg snapped at Angie, who blew a raspberry back at him and went back to Donna.

Once you had helped Donna pack her tea set away, you went to the kitchen to see what Heisenberg wanted you to do.

“Come with me.” He motioned for you to follow him down the hallway and into the elevator.

“… your first name is Karl?” You asked as he pressed a button.

“Yes it is, sweetie pie. Use it if you want. I don’t care.”

“Why don’t you like Angie and Donna? They’re very nice… if you get past the creepy doll stuff and all that.”

“I saved you from the nervige Dame so you could work for me. Not have tea parties.”

“All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy, you know.”

“Since when are you so talkative?” He snapped, making you flinch.

You looked down at your boots and kept quiet for the rest of the descent.

As soon as you arrived at the ground floor, Heisenberg pulled you out of the elevator and into another room. Inside were destroyed targets and scrap metal.

“Fix my targets and put all the metal into buckets. I have a surprise for you when you’re done.”

You internally groaned as you watched him get back into the elevator and go back to whatever he was doing.

“I am tired of cleaning up after this slob of a man. Who does he think he is, anyway? He gets a maid, so he thinks he doesn’t have to clean up at all anymore? Honestly!” You ranted aloud. “I don’t even have any music to work to. Just machinery. I just… I want to go home… or at least fix my phone so I can have some contact with the outside world… I’m going crazy. I’m talking to an empty room. This factory is driving me crazy.”

As you angrily dumped scrap metal into a bucket, soft music began to play from the loudspeakers you thought were obsolete. You didn’t recognize the tune, but it was uplifting. It made you feel better.

Was he… listening?

You continued to clean at a faster pace, and the music continued to play. Repairing the targets proved to be a challenge. As you tried to figure out how to piece them back together, the idea of Heisenberg listening to your empty ramblings crossed your mind. Has he heard everything? If he had, that wouldn’t prove too good for you. Especially in your first week, you’d said some not-so-nice things about him. And his stupid hammer.

You fit the target pieces together, and you noticed it was painted with Miranda’s image. Odd. Maybe he took them from some villager. They did have a weird obsession with her. Standing back to marvel at your work, you ran straight into Heisenberg.

“Oop, I didn’t hear you come in… sorry…” you turned around, looking sheepish.

He pulled you into the elevator. “Fixed your phone. It’ll play any music you want ‘long as you’re in the factory. And a wireless headset. So you won’t annoy me.” He passed you your fixed phone and a headset. “I disabled calls and messaging. Nothing works except music. Don’t try it.” He pressed a button to go back to the top floor.

You smiled, your first real smile in ages. “Thank you, Heisenberg… er, Karl. And… if you’ve been hearing my rants… I’m sorry. I didn’t know… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I said don’t mention it. Go do some cleaning crap.” The elevator doors opened. “I’ll be back for dinner.” He said in an angry tone, sauntering away.

You sighed. Had your rants really affected him that much? You decided to do something nice to indirectly apologize. The other night, when you had made strawberry Jello, he seemed to have liked it more than anything else you made. You decided to make him a large portion, with real strawberries suspended in the Jello-y goodness and whipped cream. You put the finished desert in the fridge and began dinner prep.

When he came down for dinner, Heisenberg was surprised. You prepared a whole spread— mashed potatoes, mac n’ cheese, carrots and dip— basically every food you had made which he somewhat enjoyed.

“What’s this for?” He asked, setting his hammer down by the door.

“You saved me from death by vampire. I haven’t been grateful. So, this is my thank you. I might have gotten carried away with the cooking… but that means leftovers for you.”

He cracked a smile. “Thanks, sugarplum.” After the feast, he didn’t leave to go back to work like he usually did. “I don’t feel like working after all that… wanna watch a movie or summin?”

“You watch movies?”

“Of course I do. Unlike the rest of the freaks that live here, I am cultured.” You followed him to a room with a tv. Of course, he picked the movie: The Conjuring.

One thing you had never told him: you hated horror movies. With a passion. Cliche girl stereotype, yes, but psychological horror was no laughing matter. You took the tattered blanket on the couch, hoping to fall asleep before the scary parts started.

Karl looked over at you. “What’s the matter? Afraid of a little movie?”

“No.” You tried to defend your character. “I’m cold.” You knew now that you had to watch it. Every jumpscare made you jump, which made him laugh and tease you about being a ‘fraidy-cat’. You unintentionally scooted closer to him until your shoulders were touching; neither of you noticed until you grabbed his arm after a particularly harsh jumpscare. He looked down at you and raised an eyebrow, but otherwise didn’t react. You didn’t notice; you were terrified. As the credits rolled, he turned to look at you. “You enjoy that, sugar?”

“Yeah. Mhm. Um…” you noticed you were still holding his arm. “Sorry. Um…”

Seeing how flustered you were made Heisenberg smirk. “Something the matter?”

“Nope. I gotta… go to bed now, long day, you know how it is… goodnight.” You charged out of the room as fast as your feet would take you.

Heisenberg chuckled to himself as he lit a cigar, thinking how adorable you looked when you were scared.

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