#why do i have a feeling that everyones gonna hate me though

[tokkimins]

Oh man. I cannot get over how much this chapter has fuelled my interest in the manga again.

We’ve gotten dual reaction panels before but this just takes the cake. For the first time ever (I think), Sebastian is finally the one on the receiving end. HE’S the one in the splash zone, and Ciel is the one on the sidelines going “Damnnnn that shit sucksss.”

The only other time I can think of where Sebastian has been specifically targeted was during Noah’s ark with William. But even that just amounted to putting a slight limit on Sebastian’s autonomy. There was no question as to why Will hates Sebastian or vice-versa. (It’s not even like Sebastian had a track record of eating souls in William’s area specifically lol).

THIS, on the other hand, is possibly the most human problem Sebastian has ever had to deal with.

Someone is angry at him for something he did*. I can’t believe I’m saying this but… bro is finally facing the consequences of his actions... and we’re ACTUALLY gonna see him face them, RIGHT? (hopefully, probably. I’m begging you Yana please do something with this).

*If I were to vaguely speculate about what it is he did: “dragged me into the depths of hell” makes me think that Sebastian somehow got this person turned into a demon or something. Or at least, something non-human. I’m not very good “theorizing” so I’m just gonna leave it at that and let myself be wrong LOL.

Either way though, I’m so glad other ppl are picking up on how emotive Sebastian was in this chapter. I think this is the biggest range of reactive emotions we’ve seen from him in a single chapter. It also feels like this is the first time we’ve seen Sebastian lose composure in a way that doesn’t suit him.

He looks weary which is such a rare emotion to see worn on him. I’d even go so far as to say he looks slightly frightened in this particular panel. We don’t even change art styles here. This is genuine confusion on his face. And what a treat that is to see.

Judging by his reaction, I think we can safely say this is probably one of the strangest encounters Sebastian has ever had. Which to be fair, considering he’s probably killed or eaten almost all of his problems, it makes sense that this would come as a surprise.

With how confused he is, I’m honestly even considering memory loss as a sort of explanation.

What really hooked me though is the fact that Sebastian isn’t eager to kill this guy instantly.

When I read this part I initially thought this was completely OOC for him. I mean… “settle things peacefully”?? Who are you right now? Bro was literally just asking if he could kill everyone in the hotel like ???

It’s so unnatural for us to see Sebastian get concerned and actually reflect upon himself. The only time he ever mentions his own memories of his own volition is when he’s boasting to Ciel about having attended some major event in the 900 BC or some shit.

Overall, it’s just nice to see Sebastian be put under some pressure for once. He hasn’t had a personal conflict beyond “someone’s taking my dinner away” for a while so this is very refreshing to see.

After all, we’ve seen Sebastian look a bit weary or surprised before (ex. the twin reveal) but even in those moments, his reactions have never lasted beyond a panel or two. He’s always been able to jump back to his normal suave-butler attitude on a dime, so I really like that we end the chapter on him staying weary.

I truly hope this leads to something substantial… and that revealing some part of this “past memory” will actually affect the present (maybe even affect his relationship with Ciel or how Ciel views him).

[hoemainexpansion]

Chapter Five: Could You Put it in For Me? I'm All Wet: You and Utahime celebrate your birthdays together and it allows the rest of the people in your life to finally meet your demonic companion. However, things completely go to shit and send Suguru into a panic as he worries for your safety.

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“Happy birthday!”

Everyone shouts as you and Utahime enter the living room to see all of your friends and family gathered around waiting to shower you both in attention. 

Every year the two of you celebrate your birthday on the twentieth of February since it’s in between the both of yours and that time has finally come. 

You’d planned on ignoring your birthday this year since everything going on has been sucking the fucking life out of you. But according to your best friend, that was the exact reason that you couldn’t skip it this year.

She even went on a long rant about how she was afraid that you were going to fall into a hole too deep and dark to get out of if you continued to do nothing except sit around and read news articles about tragic events. So, you took her advice and agreed to continue on with the tradition, as long as it was something a little bit more intimate than usual.

Manami suggested hosting a small party at the family home so that everybody could be somewhere that felt familiar and comfortable so you decided to take her up on that offer. You have a feeling that the reason that Suguru wasn’t opposed to a group of strangers being in his house was because it gave him the perfect opportunity to interrogate them. 

So far the only hiccup has been Gojo throwing a fit that you were going to be apart for a couple hours.

“But I’m supposed to protect you!”

“It’s only for a couple of hours so that Utahime and I can get ready together and then we’re going straight there, no detours.”

“But anything can happen in those couple of hours. What if someone attacks you and I’m not there?” Good lord he’s so fucking whiny.

“Can’t you teleport?”

“Yes. But as I mentioned before, I’m weaker the further apart we are. And the longer we’re apart, the weaker I get. Why do you think I’m always so close to you?”

“My dazzling personality?” He doesn’t say anything, just scowls. “Can’t you also feel when I’m in danger? You’ll know if I’m safe or not.”

“Those feelings are also weakened unless you’re in a life or death situation.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I decided to get you this!” You pull out a white box and hand it to him.

“A phone?”

“Yes. If I start to feel like shits getting weird, I’ll call you. I already have everybody who matters numbers saved in there for you. But besides that, you can customize it however you want.”

“You’re the only person I talk to. Who else do I need to call?”

“In case we ever get separated again for whatever reason, you’ll know I’m calling from someone else’s phone. Or who knows? The world is crazy. This way we have a backup to circumvent your power drawbacks.”

“Thanks,” you thought this would water down his fears a little bit but it’s clear that it hasn’t.

“Then why do you look like someone just kicked you in the balls?”

“We’re gonna be apart.” Oh. That’s what this is about. Clingy fucker.

“It’s only gonna be for a couple of hours. I’ll make sure we get ready super quick and we can keep in contact when you’re gone. But we have to do this. If Suguru sees that we won’t separate for even a few hours so that you can help set up the surprise party that Utahime and I already know is happening, he’ll think you’ve trapped me in an abusive relationship and won’t let me out of your sight.” He looks in shock then. You’d hate for him to feel that way but you have to be honest about how this will look if he’s around all the time and you never have any alone time with your friends.

“No detours?”

“No detours.”

“And we can still keep in contact?”

“Yes.” Clingy fucker.

“Fine. Only a couple of hours though.” You’ll take it.

“By the way, don’t go through your photos when you’re around other people,” you say with a smirk. 

“Why? What’s in there?”

“You’ll see,” and then you walk away.

After a few moments, you hear a whistle from the living room as you’re trying to get ready for bed. 

“I don’t remember seeing these ones on your phone!”

“They’re new!” You shout back. You never in your life imagined that you’d be taking risque photos for your clingy demon but here you are.

And that’s how you spent the evening before your shared birthday party. Even though he agreed the night before, he was still a little whiny when it came time to actually leave. Kento showed up and agreed to give him a ride since your apartment was on the way and Gojo was practically attached to you at the hip when he showed up. 

Yeah.

It’s a good thing that you’re going to take a few hours apart or this would look like a horrible relationship.

Well, fake relationship.

But aside from that, today has actually been pretty great. 

You got to have some girl time with your friend, she seemed to like your ‘hot dilf neighbor’ and this party has been going pretty smoothly.

So far, your favorite part has been watching Suguru question all of the guests. He’s already done Gojo so he started with Utahime’s new boyfriend who actually held up pretty well under pressure. And yeah, they’re officially boyfriend - girlfriend now, good for them. 

Kento was up next and you swear that they both just became good friends. What is it with dads being obsessed with history and loving to talk about it? Who knows, but they’re getting along because of it.

You even managed to convince Sukuna to come along since he’s basically been a protector and a friend throughout the past few years aside from just being someone who you work for. But you know that Suguru was really pushing to have him on the guest list so that he could question him about if any weirdos have been harassing you at the club. It’s through their conversation that you learn that the loser who grabbed you is Naoya Zenin, some rich prick with a spiteful personality. Your family wasn’t particularly happy about you withholding that information, but you just didn’t want to worry everyone. Luckily, they don’t seem too upset. Just more worried that he might hold a grudge. 

But thank goodness you invited Yuji because he was able to lighten the mood and that’s exactly what you were hoping for. You see him pretty often and you thought he’d be a nice person to have around and you were right. It’s been extra fun watching him interact with Sukuna as Sukuna continues to argue that he’s an only child and that he ‘doesn’t know this kid.’

Along with Utahime’s parents and a few other friends from high school, it still manages to feel like a pretty intimate gathering. 

Even with Gojo clinging to you every time a man looks at you, you don’t feel as overwhelmed as you thought that you would. 

Instead of doing a massive amount of cooking, Manami and Utahime’s mom got together to work on catering and they chose the restaurant that you two had your first joint birthday at together. It’s moments like these that make you realize just how much care they put into everything and it makes you smile.

But it also makes you feel a little guilty because if you’re being honest, you still pull away a lot and you’ve got to start working on that. 

“How are you doing, dear?”

A voice rips you out of your thoughts and you look up to see your best friend’s mom standing there.

“Hi Mrs. Iori.”

“Oh please, drop the formalities. We’ve known each other for so long,” she says with a flick of her wrist and you giggle. “I haven’t seen you in awhile. I tell my daughter to make sure you come over for dinner, but it appears that she’s been unsuccessful.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I finally got my own place and have been enjoying the isolation. And then with everything going on in the news, I’ve been enjoying it even more.”

“I can’t blame you for that. But sometimes it is good to be around other people.”

Like mother, like daughter.

“Utahime said the same thing.”

“That’s because she gets her smarts from me and not her father.” The two of you share a laugh and it makes you realize just how much you’ve missed them too.

“I’ll make the time, I promise.” She seems pleased with your answer and nods.

“Who’s the boy who’s been making heart eyes at you all night?”

“Heart eyes?!” She laughs at your reaction. 

“It’s obvious that he’s madly in love with you,” she says before Utahime calls her from across the room. “Excuse me, I must attend to my dramatic daughter.” She gives you a hug before walking away.

In love with you?

It must just be that he’s starving and desperate for this to be over with so that he can eat your soul. Even still, you take a look in the direction that you last saw him in and see him sitting with Yuji who seems to be excitedly raving about something but Gojo is still staring at you.

Maybe she’s right.

No. He’s a demon. That’s absurd.

Could he?

Do they feel emotions?

Fuck it.

That’s a problem for another day.

It starts getting late and guests are finally starting to depart which is nice because even though you’re grateful for them, your social battery is drained and you want to go to sleep. 

“Need me to give him a ride back home?” Kento asks you.

“Oh no, it’s fine. Thank you. But he’s going to come home with me.”

“Oooooohhhhhh!!!!” You hear your sisters shout from the other side of the room, hyping up the situation like they’re Flavor Flav. 

“Not like that! Nothing is going to happen!” You start waving your arms around as if that’s what’s going to diffuse the situation, but you already know that it’s hopeless. You just don’t want your family to think you’re taking a guy home just so that he can fuck you through the mattress.

Everyone in the room starts laughing and you do too in an attempt to play along. 

Gojo throws his arm around Kento and you can already feel his irritation starting to rise but you can’t help but watch this car crash. 

“Thank you for offering to take me home Nanamiiiinn,” your friend scowls now and you do your best to hide your laugh. “I guess since we’re friends now, that kind of makes us boyfriends.” He shakes off Gojo’s arm and starts to walk away. “Whaaaatt? Girls call each other ‘girlfriends,’ why can’t I call you my boyfriend?” Everyone else starts to laugh at your fake boyfriend's shenanigans and you have a feeling that you won’t be seeing Kento for quite some time. 

Everyone starts making their rounds to say goodbye and one by one people start to leave signaling that it’s probably also your time to start heading out. You go to grab your purse before saying goodbye to your family when Manami approaches you and you already know what’s coming.

“Oh dear, it’s getting late. Why don’t you stay the night?” You’re about to open your mouth to refuse when she interrupts you first, “your friend can even spend the night.”

Your eyes widen in shock because what? “Suguru would hate that.”

“I’ll handle Suguru. Your friend can stay as long as you sleep in separate bedrooms and if you are in one room together, you must keep the door open. But besides that, I don’t see an issue.” Good thing the two of you aren’t having sex or this would be disappointing.

“Okay, we’ll stay.”

She looks completely blown away by your acceptance. You usually don’t agree to spur of the moment things like this but you just promised yourself you’d spend more time with them, so you’re going to follow up on that. 

“I’ll make some tea and speak with Suguru so that you can show him around.”

You walk over to Gojo who’s engrossed in games on his new phone and tap him on the shoulder. His bright blue eyes look up at you and it’s in that moment that you think that he’s really growing on you. It’s not like you haven’t been getting along before this or anything. Maybe it’s just everyone else convincing you that there’s something more even though you didn’t think there was. 

“We’re spending the night.”

“We? I don’t think your dad is going to like a boy sleeping with his daughter.”

“Manami said that we have to sleep in separate rooms otherwise it’s fine.”

He pulls you to the side so that Nanako and Mimiko can’t hear you. “I just spent the entire day without you and now we can’t sleep together?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that’s pure pain in his voice.

“We didn’t spend the entire day apart.”

“But I had to share you. With everyone!” He whisper yells.

“It’s only for tonight. We can hang out in my room as long as the door’s open and you’ll sleep in the room down the hall. We can leave in the morning.”

He looks completely defeated but he accepts. If you’re being honest, you do feel a little bad but you spend literally twenty four - seven with him. He’ll be okay being in your family home for one night.

Just then Suguru comes over with that smile that most people would think is sweet but you can tell that someone is about to get a lecture.

“I’m sorry, but may I borrow Mr. Gojo here for a moment?” Oh shit.

You nod in agreement and take a seat on the couch trying your best to eavesdrop but they’re too far away. You hear a door close and assume that they’re in his office so you just make a note to ask your companion about it later.

“My wife just told me that you’ll be spending the night in our home,” he says but Gojo knows that it’s not really a question.

“I just found out myself… sir.”

“Have you been told that you’ll be sleeping in another bedroom?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Good. I just wanted you to know that if I find out that you spent the entire night in my daughter’s room with her door closed, that’ll be the last time that you ever do that,” he gets more serious and even Gojo is intimidated.

“I promise that I won’t be doing anything inappropriate with your daughter, especially not in your home.”

“I would hope not. I used to also be a twenty something young man and I understand… temptation.”

“I’m good at resisting temptation.” 

“I hope for your sake that you are. Otherwise, that’ll be the last time you ever have to worry about succumbing to it.” Gojo’s eyes widen and Suguru continues, “and before you ask, yes, that was a threat.”

“I promise that you have nothing to worry about. I’ll follow your rules.”

“Good!” Suguru says before leading him out of the room, “then I hope you’ll enjoy your stay.”

They both return to the room and you can see what looks like a bit of fear written on Gojo’s face. What the fuck did Suguru say to him that scared a demon?

“Is everything okay?” You ask but you’re kind of scared of the answer.

“Everything is fine,” Suguru responds. “I know today has been a long day for you, so you may retire upstairs if you like.” He gives you a kiss on the forehead and goes to join his wife in the kitchen.

You grab Gojo by the arm and start dragging him up the staircase.

“What the hell was that?”

“Your dad is fucking terrifying!” Gojo says and you laugh. “What’s so funny?”

You pull him close and whisper in his ear, “you’re a demon. Why are you scared of a detective?”

“He has an intimidating aura. If I still had bodily functions, I would have shit myself.” You know that he’s serious but you can’t stop laughing. “Seriously! He threatened to kill me.”

“He did?!”

“Not in so many words, but yes. Or threatened to cut my dick off which is also terrible.”

“Can either of those things happen?”

“I can heal myself so nothing is really a death sentence.”

“Then why do you seem so scared?”

“Your dad has to like me!”

He’s taking this role so seriously and you kind of love it. You finally make it to your bedroom and he’s in awe the second he steps inside and starts looking around. You don’t have a lot of posters on the wall or anything, but you can still feel how this is your room.

You have a computer desk set up with one of those expensive ass chairs with a print on it from your favorite anime that was a birthday gift one year. The desk itself is covered in notebooks and gel pens showing just how much time you spend there whenever you come over. There’s a wax warmer in the corner of the room with a jar overflowing with wax so thank goodness Manami had you put it on a plate, but it does look pretty cool. There’s a bookshelf with Junji Ito and horror novels all over it and mixed in there’s some Funko’s and figurines of your favorite characters. You have a separate table set up with all your makeup that you keep here so that you don’t have to travel with it back and forth. It’s actually funny how even though it seemed like everything was packed up for the move, there’s still a touch of you here and it makes you feel at home.

You always see in movies and shows how when a child moves out, the parents immediately turn that room into a gym but that’s not the case here. You can tell that Manami comes in to dust just to make sure it stays clean. But besides that, they gave you this room and they continue to leave it for you and it’s sweet.

“You usually dress up pretty goth, I have to say that I’m surprised by the bedding.” A while back you came across a light pink and white bed set from Betsey Johnson and you just had to have it. It’s floral and when you saw the word ‘reversible,’ you couldn’t hold back on getting it. 

You read somewhere awhile back that if there’s one room that you’re supposed to splurge on, it’s your bedroom since that’s your most personal space that you should feel the most comfortable in. You’ve since taken that to heart and can honestly say it’s one of the things that’s kept you sane throughout the years. That’s another reason why you haven’t been engaging in your ‘hoe years’ as your friends call it, you can’t let just anyone in your space. 

“I’ve started wearing more color throughout the years but there was a time when that was abnormal.” You take a seat on the bed and just watch him as he looks around.

“So…” he pauses and you have a feeling that this conversation is going to be a shit sandwich. “How many other guys have seen this room?”

For fuck’s sake.

“One.”

“Just one?” He asks while taking a seat next to you on the bed.

“Just one. I’ve only had one boyfriend. Did you think my bedroom was a revolving door of random dicks for years or something?”

“Just curious,” he acts like it’s no big deal but you can tell that even that one is killing him.

“How many women have seen your bedroom?”

“Six,” he replies with no hesitation.

“I have to admit, I didn’t think you were going to answer that.”

“Who not? Expecting less?”

“More. A lot more.”

“What? Nine?” He’s so cute.

“I didn’t think it was going to be less than thirty,” he grimaces like you just said the most absurd thing.

“Why do you look so horrified? You’re a cute boy, that being someone’s guess can’t surprise you.”

“You think I’m cute?” He asks with a smirk.

“Gojo–”

“Satoru.”

“What?”

“You always call me Gojo but call everyone else by their first names. Do you not like me? Are we not friends?” Oh my god.

“Of course we are.”

“Hmmm. Anyway, I told you a bit about when I was a human. I worked too much to really partake in any activities so having an active sex life was towards the bottom of the list. Most of my partners are from after I turned.”

“Did anyone ever command you to have sex with them?”

“Yeah.” He looks a little sad after admitting that.

“Were you okay with that?” Once those words fall from your lips, you immediately want to take them back. It feels too personal to be phrased as casual as you just said it.

“I don’t know. I never really thought about it. None of my masters have really asked about my well being or worried about how I felt except for you.” That’s a fucking bummer, no wonder he doesn’t just volunteer that information. “You took me to a bakery because I like sweets and got me a phone so that we can stay in contact even though we’re in the same room all day. Nobody else I’ve served would have done any of those things. They find out that they can order me around and they take advantage because they want to get their ‘souls worth.’”

Hearing him say all of that puts literally everything into perspective. You’ve been bitching and moaning about how crazy it is that he’s super clingy and possessive but now it all makes sense. 

In your eyes, you haven’t gone above and beyond for him. 

But in his eyes, you have.

Where you look at the things you’ve done as small things you’d do for a friend, he views them as grand gestures of kindness and while you appreciate his being grateful, it does make you a little sad that he considers them such a big deal. But that’s not going to change anything. You’re going to continue to do things for him and show him around because him being so excited about everything makes you happy as well. That’s how you’ll get your ‘souls worth.’ He is protecting you around the clock, the least you can do is entertain him as well.

“I like this thing that you do with your socks. Back in my day, a woman would’ve been flogged for wearing something like this.” He tugs on one of your thigh highs and starts to laugh.

“Back in ‘your day,’ didn’t women wear corsets and have their tits practically pushed up and out of their gowns?”

“I didn’t say it made any sense.”

You giggle and hand him the remote. “Put something on the tv so that they don’t think we’re in here flirting all night.” The next part you make sure to raise your voice for, “and something to drown out our voices so that the twins in the hallway who like to eavesdrop can’t hear.”

They start to giggle and you hear footsteps receding and that’s how you know you were right.

“Shit, do you think they heard everything?”

“I heard them start coming close around the socks. We’ll be fine.”

You turn to lay on your side, facing him, and listen out for what he puts on.

“Wife Swap?!” You immediately laugh because it’s been some time since you’ve seen that.

“I’ve had a lot of time to watch tv since I’ve been with you, this show is surprisingly hilarious. Back in my day, if a woman swapped husbands, she’d probably be executed.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. It’s also crazy seeing people who are so cheap they volunteer to not bathe at all and when they do it’s a bucket bath. Why are your people so obsessed with regressing? That shit sucked. I love showers.”

“It’s funny because every history teacher I’ve ever had always said, ‘it’s important to know your history so that we don’t repeat it,’ and then you see a bunch of people wanting to undo progress.”

“Looks like they didn’t get the messenger pigeon.” He’s so cute.

Before you know it, you start drifting off to the sound of his soft laughs.

When you wake up in the morning, you find yourself alone in bed and have to admit that you’re a little surprised. You definitely thought that you’d wake up to Gojo and just have to apologize to Suguru and Manami in the morning, but apparently not. 

You stretch a little before getting out of bed and doing as much of your morning routine as you can with what remains in your room. After freshening up and changing your clothes, you make your way down the hallway to the guest bedroom Satoru is supposed to be in, but you find it empty.

As you descend the stairs, you hear laughter coming from the kitchen and it stuns you.

Is that Satoru and Suguru?

Laughing in the kitchen?

Like friends from high school?

Now you’ve seen it all.

You rush over to the kitchen to find them sitting across from each other, at the kitchen table, Suguru with a mug of coffee in one hand, and Satoru with a glass of orange juice in his. And they’re just having a grand old time like Suguru didn’t put the fear of god into him last night.

It’s Suguru who notices you first and waves you into the kitchen, “good morning dear, come join us. How’d you sleep?”

“Uhhhh, fine. How are you? Both of you?”

“Turns out that your dad is pretty cool.”

How the hell did this happen?

“I must say, this young man is not as bad as I thought he was.” He turns to Satoru then. “I do apologize for last night, but you must understand that my only intent is to protect my daughter.”

They start chatting like they’ve been best friends for years and you decide to just take a seat and let them do their thing. After a few minutes, Suguru asks if you’ll stay for breakfast but you decline with an excuse about needing to run a few errands before your next day at work and you don’t want to push it off until the last minute. For the first time in a while, he doesn’t look disappointed by your refusal and that’s all you needed to know that you’ll take him up on more of his offers in the future. You run back upstairs to grab your bag before he walks you both out to your car.

“Keep in touch,” he says while pulling you into a hug. “You too, Satoru.”

“Will do, sir.”

After you get in the car and drive a few blocks away, you ask Satoru what happened. “How did you go from being terrified of him last night to being best friends this morning?”

“I’m not sure. He just started laughing at my jokes and said that he’s really happy that we followed his rules.”

Was that all just a test?

“Well, that’s good then. When did you leave?”

“About an hour after you fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake you up by getting out of bed right away.”

“And you were okay? In the guest room?”

“Yeah. Lucky for me, my master loaded up this phone with beautiful photos she took so they kept me company last night,” he says with a smile.

“Satoru!” He laughs and you just enjoy the music for the rest of the ride home.

When you arrive at your floor, you’re a little taken aback by the fact that there’s a box on the floor in front of your door. At first you think nothing of it since your birthday is in two days. But then you remember that you and Utahime just had your joint birthday party and if anyone was going to give you a gift, they always do it then. 

You unlock your door and then bring the box inside, setting it down on the kitchen counter. 

It’s a red box wrapped in white ribbon with a gift tag attached. You untie the ribbon to remove the tie and read what’s inside. It’s pretty vague and there’s nothing written down that indicates who it’s from. All it says is, ‘Happy Birthday.’

Fuck it.

You pull off the rest of the ribbon and open the box to see that there’s nothing inside except for a white envelope. It’s not a huge box, but pretty big for an envelope to be the only thing that’s inside. The box itself is big enough to fit a cute boombox from the early 2000’s so that throws you off. But maybe the person who left it behind didn’t want to run the risk of someone stealing just an envelope because of the thought that there’s money inside or something.

“Who’s it from?” Satoru asks from over your shoulder.

“I don’t know. There’s no name left behind.”

You finally pull out the envelope to find it sealed shut which is a choice considering they put it in a box. Good thing Manami got you a letter opener a few years ago and you retrieve it from your bedroom before returning to the box. 

You grab the envelope again and maneuver the letter opener into a small opening and tear the top open.

“I have to say, I assumed that letter openers would be one of those things people retired by now.”

“Most people do since everything is done by phone or computer. But I really like stationary stuff so Mananmi got me this for Christmas a few years ago.”

When you first start to pull what’s inside out, it feels like a photograph. It’s completely white but the underside is sticky which means you probably pulled it out upside down. Once you see it, you gasp.

It’s just a photo of a fingerprint.

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There’s no way for you to feel other than being completely tired of this shit. 

You’ve been sitting in this goddam police station for what feels like fucking days but it’s only been six hours. But cops making you retell the same story over and over again makes it feel like time is moving in slow motion and you fucking hate it.

You’ve been sitting in this interview room alone for the past ten minutes just browsing on your phone, luckily they let you keep that, in an attempt to keep yourself busy. 

You know the cop routine of stepping out of the room and talking about whoever they’re observing through the two way mirror so you just wanna sit here and give them no reason to suspect that you set them up on this goose chase.

You also don’t want to go viral like that fucking lunatic who was doing handstands and shit in between interrogations.

Due to his being close to you, they immediately took Suguru off this case which means that you’re getting the full officer effect today.

Fuck.

They said that if there're more incidents, they’ll consider letting him have a part in it due to being on the case the longest, but until then, he’s been sidelined. That means that there’s no one to sit with you while you get questioned like you’re a suspect.

You’ve also been separated from Satoru who’s apparently been in another room getting questioned the entire time as well.

He must be hating this.

You’ve gone over your story at least five times with Detective Kong, the only other person you’ve known in this station as long as Suguru due to the fact that they used to be partners, before he got transferred. He was only recently moved back within the past six months so they don’t consider him ‘too close to home’ or something.

Just then, you hear the door open and see him standing before you with his notebook in hand, “I just want to go over your story one more time and then we can get you out of here, okay?”

“Sure thing.”

He closes the door behind him and takes a seat at the table, right next to you.

“One more time, a quick run down please. When did you leave? Get home? Open the package? All that stuff?”

“Satoru and I left home in the morning not too long after I woke up. We drove straight back to my apartment and discovered the box when walking down the hallway and approaching my door. I opened the door, grabbed the box, put it on the kitchen counter, and then opened it up right away. As soon as I saw what was inside, I called Suguru.”

“Why did you call Suguru instead of just 911?” Really?

“I didn’t consider a box left outside my front door something that required immediate response from emergency services. Also, if it turned out to be a prank, it would have been a waste of time. Plus, the operator probably would have thought I was just fucking around. So, I called Suguru knowing that he’d know what to do next.”

“You were with this… Satoru… the entire night?”

You’ve got to be kidding. That’s new.

“Yes. We spent the night at Suguru and Manami’s house yesterday.”

“Are you sure he was there the entire night?”

“What are you getting at, Detective Kong?”

“I’m just trying to account for everyone’s whereabouts. This is a print left behind by an unknown serial killer, we just want to make sure we find the right person.”

“Satoru was there the entire night.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, I feel sure.”

“‘Feel sure?’ What does that mean?”

“I fell asleep with him next to me in bed and woke up to find him in the kitchen with Suguru.”

“So you don’t actually know if he was there the entire night? Due to you falling asleep? How do you know that he didn’t take your car and then come back?”

“He can’t drive.”

“He’s a grown man.”

“Who can’t drive.”

“Why not?” Ugh.

“He grew up in a sheltered religious upbringing and that wasn’t something on his parents to-do lists. And walking would have taken forever. And even if he did, I’m sure a six foot three man with white hair would stand out on cctv footage. Plus, my building has surveillance cameras everywhere and he’d definitely be recognized on camera seeing as he’s spent so much time there.”

“Uber? Lyft?” Now you’re starting to get pissed off.

“That can be tracked. But if you made it all the way to detective, then I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that.”

He chuckles in response. 

You’re glad he finds this so fucking funny because you’re about a millisecond away from lawyering up and telling him to go fuck himself. You want answers, but you also don’t want to be accused of something that can so easily be disproven, Satoru either.

“That is true,” he starts, “your boyfriend willingly handed over his phone and there’s no records of those apps ever being on his phone so I guess that is ruled out.” Then why the fucking questions? “Speaking of surveillance footage from your building, we’re retrieving and reviewing it now so I suppose you’re correct that he would be seen.” Obviously. 

You lean back in your seat and cross your arms, clearly over his mood. You understand that he’s just trying to do his job but you’re over this.

“Just another few questions.” You audibly sigh and catch his irritated expression when you do. 

But like being saved by the bell, someone knocks on the door and stops him before he can even get going.

The door opens and an officer that you don’t know steps inside, “Detective Kong, there’s a man here to see her,” they point at you. 

In walks a tall, tired eyed man in a sharp black suit carrying a briefcase. 

“Who are you?” He asks the man.

“I’m her lawyer Hiromi Higuruma and if she’s not under arrest, this questioning is concluded.”

You don’t have a lawyer but thank fucking goodness someone thinks you do.

“I just have a few more questions for her.”

“Is she under arrest?”

“No.”

“Then she’ll be leaving with me. The gentleman too.”

You smile and shoot up and out of your chair to follow him out of the room. You just know that anytime a cop says they only have a few questions, you’ll be there another two hours and you just want to go home.

After exiting the room, you see Suguru standing in the hallway and run over to him immediately.

“Suguru, you know better than to interrupt an investigation,” his former partner says.

“I’m not interrupting an investigation. I’m protecting my daughter. Those questions were getting a little too pointed for my liking and I can safely say that she and her boyfriend were at my home the entire night.”

“You’ll sign a sworn affidavit?”

“Yes. I can even provide the security footage from my home that proves that neither of them even stepped out on the porch last night, let alone my property in the middle of it.”

You can’t see Kong’s reaction since you’ve decided to bury your face in Suguru’s chest, but you can just feel that he’s not happy about this.

“You can’t blame my questioning seeing as most of the time, it is the romantic partner.”

“That’s true. But they’ve only gotten together as of late, it’s highly unlikely that he’s an accomplice or decided to track her down seven years after that fact. Plus, a basic search would have answered all of your questions instead of keeping them here all day. With that, we’ll be taking our leave.”

Suguru puts his hand on your back and starts to lead you out of the station with Higuruma trailing close behind. When you reach the reception area, you see Satoru sitting in the waiting area waiting for you, impatiently tapping his foot. When he sees you, he runs over and pulls you into a tight hug, holding you for a minute.

Eventually you make your way outside and consider it finally a safe time to ask, “a lawyer? Really? Do you think I’m in trouble?”

“No. I’m sure you’ll be fine considering there’s evidence to corroborate everything that you said, it’s just a precaution,” Suguru responds. 

“Now what?”

“I’ll give you Higuruma’s number in case anyone tries to contact you again. Just make it clear that you don’t want to speak to anyone without him being present and you should be fine. And that goes for both of you.”

You and Satoru both nod in agreement and Suguru puts his hands on your shoulders, so you know what’s coming.

“Sweetheart,” oh dear, “you should come home for the time being. Just until we find out what’s going on.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” you say with a laugh.

“I must be getting predictable in my old age.” Getting? “It’s just a precaution.”

“I know but… I’m gonna go home for now. Did they search my apartment?”

“No, they didn’t have a search warrant.”

“Would it make you feel better if you searched it before I went back?”

“Yes,” he says after thinking about it for a minute. 

You thank Higuruma for getting you out of there and take his card before getting in the car with Suguru and going back to your building. 

“Did you watch the interview?” You ask Suguru once you’re back in his car.

“I did. You did well.”

“Was I bitchy?” He raises a brow at you. “At one point, Shiu looked kind of irritated.”

“You were asked the same questions for six hours before new ones came out of nowhere. If it were me, I feel I would have been a lot more curt than you were.” That makes you feel better. 

When you get to your apartment, Suguru does his detective thing and searches the entire apartment from top to bottom. He moves stuff out of the way to make sure there’s no hidden cameras, checks behind every door and under every piece of furniture. He looks around for about an hour before he deems it safe but that doesn’t stop him from trying to convince you to go back home with him. He even offers to let Satoru come back since he, according to him, ‘can see how attached you are to each other,’ but you politely turn down his offer. 

“I just don’t like you being so far away,” he says.

“I’m not. And either way, I have Satoru here and I can use him as a human shield,” you respond while laughing.

“I’m serious, I just want to make sure that you’re safe.”

“So am I. I know that you mean well. But I called you immediately after I got the box, right?”

“Yes.”

“So, can you trust that I’ll call you if I feel like something else is off? I promise I won’t wait.”

He sighs before finally agreeing. “Please don’t take risks just because you have someone else here.”

“I won’t.” 

He pulls you into a hug before turning to Satoru and telling him to keep in contact, especially if something feels off. You’re really surprised how much their relationship has improved in like, a day, but you appreciate it. Eventually your protective adoptive father leaves and it’s just you and Satoru alone in what feels like days.

Satoru rushes over to you and pulls you into a kiss, completely catching you off guard.

“Sorry about that. I should have asked first. But it feels like I haven’t had any time with you in years.”

“Oh, it’s o-okay,” you start to stutter. It’s been literally years since you’ve kissed anyone and you weren’t expecting it today.

“Now what?”

“I’m gonna take a bath.”

It’s been years since you’ve taken an actual bath since you’re so accustomed to showers, but you’re definitely going to do it today, you’ve earned it. You haven’t used the claw foot tub you wanted so much because it’s felt like time never slows down enough for you to do so, but you’re making that time now.

You go through the closet that you keep the towels and other bathroom essentials in and pull out a pink box with a strong perfume smell.

“Good thing I got these in advance,” you mutter to yourself.

Inside of the box is about twenty bath bombs. You loved when those videos went viral of people recording them dissolving and changing the color of the water and whatever else, so you got a bunch for yourself. You pull out one that’s pink and blue with specks of gold in there and take it to the bathroom to sit on the sink before filling up the tub.

“What’s that?”

“A bath bomb.”

“You’re gonna blow up your tub?” Satoru asks that so seriously and you can’t help but giggle.

“It’s kind of like a colorful perfume ball. It’s going to dissolve and color the water and stuff, they’re pretty cool.”

“Is there anything this time doesn’t have?”

“World peace?”

“Oh baby, the world will never have that.” Damn dude. Dark.

You go into the bathroom to get undressed once you hear that the tub is full enough and you do the exact thing that you’d been telling yourself not to forget. 

You left the fucking bath bomb on the counter.

The far side too.

Far enough that if you step out of the tub, you’re going to soak the floor.

Thank goodness you have someone sitting around your apartment practically waiting for orders and that they’ve already seen you undressed so this isn’t as awkward as it could be.

“Satoruuuuuu!” You yell from the tub. He comes into the bathroom and immediately averts his gaze once he sees you in the tub, but you can still see the pink on his cheeks. His reaction really shocks you this time seeing as he typically is doing anything he can to get even the slightest peek of anything. “I forgot the bath bomb, would you get it for me?”

He grabs it from the sink and starts to walk over to you, staring down at the floor the entire time. 

“Could you put it in for me? I’m all wet.” His eyes shoot open and you regret your phrasing. “My hands, I mean.”

The both of you laugh it off and he gently places it in the tub. It immediately starts to dissolve and he looks like he’s in awe. The bomb starts to spin around as different colors start to cover the water along with what looks like gold glitter. 

“It smells like blueberries.”

“Yeah, I like the fruity scents.”

He sits on the floor next to the tub and just watches it dissolve and it makes you think of the time your friend’s puppy did the same thing.

He’s so cute.

“You’re going to be okay, you know? I’ll protect you.”

“I know. But I do have to keep Suguru in the loop more, I think he feels left out.”

“He wants to protect you and he’s afraid you’re going to put yourself in danger.” So that’s what they were talking about?

“I won’t. At least, I wouldn’t have before. I might be more willing to be proactive now instead of reactive later.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m so tired of not having answers for this shit. I kinda wanna go out and do my own investigation and hopefully figure something out to help solve the case.”

“You know, you are allowed to take a break and enjoy your life,” he says and that shocks you.

“But, don’t you wanna eat my soul?”

“It can wait,” he looks so sweet as he says that. “I’m on level forty seven of Peggle Blast.” There it is. “These gnomes fucking suck.”

The both of you laugh and just sit there enjoying the silence together for the rest of the time that you’re in the tub.

 As peaceful as this moment feels, you can’t completely shut your mind off.

You just have so many unanswered questions that are driving you fucking crazy. How did this person who did what they did to your parents know where you live? That means that it’s not a coincidence and you didn’t realize that you’ve been in proximity to them, or it means that they’ve been watching you.

For seven years.

But why?

You’re not going to lie to yourself, you absolutely understand Suguru’s paranoia. You’ve already decided that if one more thing happens, you will go back home to stay with them if he insists, you’d just hate to put other people at risk by doing so. 

You love them. You love all of them and now that you know that monster is getting closer, it just concerns you to be around anyone that you care about.

What a conundrum.

“Turn your brain off,” Satoru says out of nowhere.

“Huh?”

“You’re stressing yourself out. Turn your brain off. I’m here to protect you and as long as we’re around your family and friends, I’ll watch over them too.” He’s so sweet.

“I’m sorry, I’m just overthinking.”

“Well… stop. Need a distraction?”

“Like what?”

“Wanna have sex?”

“Huuuuhhhhhh?! How’d you come up with that as a distraction?”

“Oh please, like you haven’t been trying to seduce me since we got home.”

“Seduce you?! I’m a virgin! I don’t know how to seduce anyone.”

“Oh Satoru, will you put it in for me? I’m all wet,” he says while impersonating your voice and you bust out in laughter that has tears rolling down your face. You didn’t realize that’s how it came off and you think that he actually has a point.

“Okay… fair. But I wasn’t trying to seduce you.”

“Oh yeah? What’s next? Gonna ask me to get your towels for you?” They are kinda far away but you’re not going to ask him now. “You were gonna ask me huh?”

“Pshh, no.” You couldn’t even make that sound convincing based on the look on his face.

“Okay. Then I’m just going to retire to the bedroom where you let me sleep next to you every night while I eagerly await your legs on either side of my face.”

“Satoru!”

He doesn’t say anything else. Just laughs and walks out the door, closing it behind him.

If you’re being honest, his technique of breaking your walls down is working. 

It’s in that moment that you realize just how horny you are. It’s been weeks since you’ve used any of your vibrators because moving took a lot out of you and then you’ve had Satoru basically glued to your side which leaves you little to no privacy. You can’t exactly ask him to sit in the other room while you do anything because he’ll probably just have his ear glued to the door, listening out for any sound you make.

Unfortunately, all you can hear in your head now is Cardi B saying, “beat this shit like a drum.”

Ugh.

Maybe if you’re completely quiet, you can touch yourself just a little bit before climbing out of the bath. You slowly move your hand down doing your best to prevent any excess movement in the water that would cause any noise. But once you get your hands between your legs, your hopes are dashed.

“I can feel that!” You hear Satoru shout from your bedroom.

“Fuck you! You feel that too?”

“Afraid so babe!”

You just groan before pulling the plug on the tub and making your way over to the shower to rinse off and wash your hair. But now that your sexual frustration has been brought to the forefront of your mind, it’s all you can think about and it’s driving you crazy. 

You force yourself to think of literally anything else as you wash your hair and ignore the hot spawn from hell waiting to drag you down into sin and debauchery with him. 

Unfortunately, your shower has to come to an end at some point and you turn off the water, step out, and turn your bathroom floor into a fucking pool due to you forgetting the towels on the other side of the bathroom. Oh well. Can’t be helped.

You wrap up your hair first and then tie the towel around your body before stepping out and seeing Satoru laying on your bed. 

“Hey babe, how do you feel?” He asks with a smirk.

“Eat me!”

“I’d love to!” He starts to get up but then you stop him.

“That’s just a figure of speech.”

“That’s a figure of speech?”

“Yes. It’s like when guys get mad and they tell someone to suck their dick.”

“People say that too?” He looks completely dumbfounded. “How is that an insult?”

“Because people don’t want to perform oral sex on people they’re fighting with.”

“That’s one of the best times!” What?

If you’re being honest with yourself, you kind of want to let him have his way with you. You wanted your first time to be special and with someone who you have a connection with and that’s clearly him. Although you don’t spend a bunch of time talking about feelings, it’s evident by what you do know how he feels. 

Maybe he wouldn’t be the worst choice.

But you’re going to force yourself to save that problem for another day. You don’t want to make a big decision just because you’re feeling frustrated.

You pull a giant shirt and a pair of panties from your pajama drawer, get dressed, and then return to your room to climb into bed.

You’re achy in ways that you didn’t think possible and it’s not like you did any physical activity. But the mental drain of being at the station all day sucked the fucking life out of you. It’s only early evening and you already feel ready for bed but you know that it’ll kill your sleep schedule.

Ugh.

What to do. What to do.

“Going to bed? It’s kind of early, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what to do with myself. This day was particularly draining.”

He lifts up his arm and you just scrunch your brows at him, having no idea what he’s doing.

“What?”

“Come here.”

“Oh… you wanna cuddle me, Satoru?”

“Why not? You’re hot.” Of course that’s what he’d say.

You decide to take him up on his offer and scoot closer to him before resting your head on his chest. It's a surprisingly sweet gesture and you feel more comfortable than you thought you wouldn’t.

“These phone things are amazing. If a kid in my day saw one of these things, I think their head would explode.” You let out a weak little laugh before eventually falling asleep.

‎⋆˙⟡♡✧˖°

“Sweetheart, wake up. Hey, wake up.” You feel someone trying to gently shake you awake but your eyes are so heavy that it’s hard for you to open them. “Please, we have to go.”

When you’re finally able to open your eyes, you see Suguru standing before you with nothing but pure fear written across his face. You’ve never seen him look like this in your life and it immediately causes you to panic.

“Is everything okay? Where’s Satoru?” You look around the room when you notice that he’s not in bed with you anymore.

“He’s packing a few bags for you. We have to go.”

“Suguru, what the hell is going on?”

He sits down on your bed next to you before speaking, “a family member of one of the previous victims has been found deceased along with their partner. A print was found at the scene and came through as a match which unfortunately didn’t come through until a couple of days later. But now that we know that it’s connected, I’d like you to come home, at least for a few days.”

This time, you don’t argue.

You get up, go to the bathroom to wake yourself up and grab a few things before rejoining Suguru and Satoru in your bedroom.

“I didn’t know exactly what you’d need so I just packed a bit of everything. Even some of your ‘work clothes,’” and he puts work clothes in quotations.

“That’s fine. Anything else that I need can be bought or someone can accompany me back to get them. Can he come?” You turn to Suguru and ask.

“Of course. I knew you’d fight me otherwise.” You just chuckle in response and grab a few more things before heading out the door.

That’s how you found yourself woken up at midnight and rushed into Suguru’s car on the way back to your family’s home. 

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[thylocalsorceress]

Haiiii everyone, I'm new here, I'm Kali, im 18, im a trainsgirl, I've got AuDHD, I'm also a w(b)itch in an engi college trying to get by through the bullshit life throws at me, i love shows like the owl house, dead boy detectives and helluva boss/hazbin (i do NOT support Vivianne though, i pirate all her episodes, do tell her i wanna see her bitch about it on twitter uwu) im also incredibly weird, and yeah haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii :333

(also i might do free spells if you want me to hex your abusive ex or abusive mom/dad whatever yada yada yada)

[killerprotector]

I’m so tired of being so angry all the time… I want to go home

[keeps-ache]

i have Thoughts

[1hyunjae]

[deviousdiesel]

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[z00r0p4]

Been progressively getting more depressed and weepy on a daily basis about the hopelessness and meaningless of my life n situation n just today realized "oh it's because I go back to school on monday" and I associate school with pain because the seats are always fucking horrible and I always have to do sooo much work and coordination with accommodations, and I have a 3 hour long class this semester that I have to take in order to graduate with my minor and I cannot sit almost anywhere for that fucking long given my health problems. So I'm going to have to probably talk to this professor and beg them to let me stream in-- which will probably not work. My spanish class is in a room with god awful seating. I have one class more than I usually do and even though its a 1 credit class it's still another hour I have to spend in pain.

So all that said, my brain is apparently so traumatized by how awful my pain has gotten in the last 2 years that it's basically triggered by just. school. Probably need some sort of cptsd diagnosis. And lots of therapy. idk guys. I hope I can actually make it to my graduation.

[lily-blue-blue-lily]

despite my reservations, i am starting to get invested in lone star now, just a bit

[sweetsea1985]

Gave him the boot

Ended it with my fwb today bc the steady realization i have been in love with my ex best friend who i blocked and ghosted a year ago is too much for me to bear, even tho Johnathan was going to be a lot of fun bc he was into the exact same kinks as me in the exact same way and matched my freak to an eerie degree

So im gonna just kinda settle into maybe becoming one of those professional yeaners who still pine over their homoerotic object of affection like 70 years later. Wish me luck, I might become a published poet in like 5 years if i can channel whatever this is constructively!

[enterstellars]

and with that i do believe that my run with interstellar in imax has come to an end.

[obsessedwrhys]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ The Seven x Deadpool!Reader

t/w: loooots of dark humour/jokes, reader is insensitive and an asshole since they're also a supe working at vought, your powers are the exact same as Deadpool (even the skin condition), mention about killing, death, gore, r-pe, n@zis?!?!, alcohol, some intimacy (?). Also reader is gn!!

ᯓ★ here's a version with the boys <3

HOMELANDER

This man hates you so fking much

Has tried to kill you multiple times, he tried lasering you, tearing you in half and even throwing you into the sky but you just always manage to come back like the damn plague

Eventually he gives up trying to kill you and just had to deal with the fact you'll be kept alive... just temporarily though... he's still looking for ways to kill you

However, your powers gave you dozens of advantages when around Homelander.

He can be having a meeting about something serious and everyone would be listening to him due to their fear towards him, then there's you who'd be doing your own thing and just shout out unrelated things like "Donald Trump just blocked me on Twitter!! HAH!! SUCK IT CORNFLACKS!!"

Everyone turning to you with startled expressions while Homelander simply rolls his eyes before continuing his presentation.

You are a complete nightmare to the PR team, that's why for interviews or any events, you'll always be paired up with Homelander so he can keep you under control and stop you from saying weird shit that could ruin the company's image.

"So Deadpool, how does it feel being in the Seven working alongside Homelander? You've been working together for almost 3 years now" A reporter would ask as you two are surrounded by screaming fans.

"Like I'm in the twilight series, not because of the fantasy but because I'm still waiting for the part where he impregnates me—"

"O-kay! That's enough, just silly ol' Deadpool with those inside jokes"

"You can tell in this eyes that he wants to fuck me right now. HE'S GONNA FUCK ME!!" You shouted as you're being dragged away by him.

Obviously when you had found out about his relationship with Stormfront, especially her background, you had to say some shit about it. Not giving the slightest care about the fact he could be grieving over her death.

He'll be in his room standing in front of the window and you'd just storm in, being as loud as possible.

"I can't believe you dated a N@zi!! Is it because I'm Jewish?!" Which may or may not be true, nobody knows your origin.

He may hate your guts but if he ever needs someone to help him do some dirty work, you're the person for the job, you never ask why or how, which could be the only thing he likes about you.

"Y'know, maybe if you didn't have such a big mouth, you'd be tolerable"

"All the people I've slept with have said otherwise"

Compatibility? 50%

STARLIGHT

Before she joined the Seven, she had an image of what kind of person you were, she just didn't know it was this worse.

When you found out she used to work at this Sunday School Church, you just haaaaad to say something about it.

"So like, you say that prayer always works, but every night I pray for my hair to grow and it never does. Do you think God has me blocked? How do I get unblock?"

"Uh..."

You two surprisingly get along without one wanting to slice the other's throat, except sometimes the things you say can really piss her off. Which is why when the company assigned her a new costume, she was trying her hardest to avoid you, but you found out anyways.

"Holy shit Starlight! Nice costume, is this your Miley Cyrus breakthrough? Girl power!"

Insert her groaning out of annoyance.

Again, the second you discovered she was dating a guy behind the death of Translucent, you were heartbroken :(

"Of course this happens right when my therapist gives up on me!"

Despite your behaviour, you pitied her when it was revealed that she was taken advantage of by The Deep, so like any good friend, you took revenge by cooking his friend octopus and eating it happily in front of him.

"Revenge does taste sweet" You'd say happily while Starlight just watches by the side, both grateful and horrified at your actions.

In my opinion, you would definitely be the person she goes to once she starts working with the boys, you'll always be providing whatever information that happens in the company for her to use.

It helps her worry less about getting anyone killed 'cause you literally can't die.

Compatibility? 60%

QUEEN MAEVE

You're half the reason why she rethinks about her life choices when she wakes up in the morning

Not because you're a handful (which you are) but because you're always paired together on missions

"Deadpool! The hostages!"

"OKAY! God... you act just like my drunk uncle"

Which is a joke/nickname you like to address her by because of her alcoholism (yikes)

Whenever the company needs you for something, half of the time she's the one assigned to search for you.

There was this one time she caught you trying to have Anika track down Kanye West's location, nobody knows what shenanigans you were up to.

Another thing to mention was that you two were chosen by the company to sing a Christmas song for the year's Christmas ceremony.

Just imagine during the bridge of the song, she's singing normally while you're completely going off, your high note so high you were sure you had Mariah Carey a run for her money.

Even though she finds you a lot to deal with, you're actually her buddy to train with.

Since you're very skilled with Katanas, she likes to practice her swordsmanship with you.

You like to tease or make fun of her everytime she fails to strike you which is good motivation for her to get better. Maybe you guys bring out the best of each other?

Last thing I'd like to add is when she was found out by the public that she was a lesbian (She's bi but you get the running joke), you had gifted her a t-shirt that says, 'Biggest Dick in Town'

Compatibility? 80%

THE DEEP

Your human punching bag

If Vought was a high school instead of a company, you'd be the bully and he'd be the nerd getting stuffed inside the locker room.

For example, Homelander could be confronting Starlight about her relationship with Hughie and everyone would just start raising their voices til you come in yelling "SHUT UP!" to the Deep who had not said a single thing during the entire time.

Just imagine him staring at you like 😐

To be honest you also ate his friend octopus so you guys are actually never getting the chance to make up.

"Look dude, I don't appreciate your tone"

"I don't appreciate your haircut either but we can't all get what we want"

You may be a crazy person but you weren't going to be okay with the fact he violates every woman he sees, so not only did you cook the octopus but you also called in a male stripper disguised as a woman just for him to celebrate on his birthday.

Just imagine him all happy when you tell him the news and later that night he'll run inside your room, completely pissed off at your act after finding out but you just laughed and said.

"Happy April Fools 😚!"

"That's next month dipshit!"

Also, you never understood his weird fantasies. He has a thing for sea animals??You've caught him multiple times either flirting or getting off to one. It was concerning even for you.

"From how many animals you've fucked, you might just turn from the ocean's 'Seaman' to 'Semen'." You joked which he did not find funny.

Maybe you messing with him could just be your way of getting along with him since you're the same with everybody else, it's just he has more flaws to poke fun of and he's sensitive about them.

Compatibility? 5%

A-Train

He thinks you're fucked up in the head.

Half of the shit that comes out of your mouth just has him reacting like in the GIF

Buuuuuut you're the one he always brings to the club because you always know ways to give the party life.

You've somehow even got on the wall of fame, a lovely portrait of you with your hands making out a heart.

Also, you know about his business with Compound V waaaaay before anyone else did. He's still grateful you didn't tell anyone.

Just like everyone else, you also enjoy messing with him except he's fast and constantly avoiding you.

"Hey A-Train, how much do you wanna bet that I can die faster than you?"

"Dude... seriously?"

You guys rarely get sent on missions together because you're always slowing him down, not basing off the fact he's fast but because you get easily sidetracked with other things.

"Alright, we're here now, how much C4 do we use?"

"Fuck math! Let's use all of 'em!"

You ended up detonating all of the C4 on you before he could object the idea, he was able to run out in time, your action nearly getting him killed while you ended up dead.

But it's fine you'll just grow back.

You know that race he has against Shockwave? You'd be at the VIP section standing near where Homelander and Queen Maeve is, waving your huge banner that has a picture of A-Train's face and yours pasted over a figure carrying the other in bridal style.

Compatibility? 55%

TRANSLUCENT

He makes people paranoid but you make him disgusted.

There was this one time he was bored so he snuck in your room to see what you were doing.

At first he was confused why you had so many cute plushies but then the more he explored your room, he realised your room is basically every collector's dream.

You even had a huge teddy bear in the corner of your dressing room.

The reason why he doesn't like to spy on you is because the last time he did, he saw you putting your hand in the blender, then proceeding to put your private part into it.

Never again, he thought, never again.

He doesn't need to witness you carry out your intrusive thoughts.

Surprising enough, you're close with his son, I'd like to think that after his death, you practically became the kid's godparent. Though you can be sort of a bad influence, leading up to how he is in Gen V.

You always tell him you hate kids but he thinks otherwise.

After all, he can read people well.

You guys like to pull pranks on each other since you guys like competing on who's more sneaky

There was this one time, you woke up to find your suit gone so you ended up walking around the building, completely naked and unfazed by people's stares.

It was when you walked around the corner that you found your suit worn by someone else, turns out it was Translucent under it.

"Why is it so fucking tight dude? How do you stay in this shit all day?"

"You get used to it"

Compatibility? 85%

BLACK NOIR

Lovers.

He doesn't mind your attitude because he actually can't say anything about it.

No seriously... he can't talk.

But hey he's got a good shoulder to cry on.

"I just... hffgh... I can't believe my album didn't surpass lady gaga's... She doesn't even know how to use Katanas like I do!" You'd let out a loud sob while he just stares at you for a while before placing a hand on your shoulder, patting you gently.

You know the scene where he's playing the piano for one of the company's party? You'll be laying down on top of it and singing in your usual overdramatic high pitched voice.

He finds your humour amusing so he always does this little head tilt like in the GIF when you say some weird shit while waiting for his response.

Since both of you are the only members of the Seven that wears a full body suit, obviously you had to try on his but since it was impossible to achieve that, you just had the company make a copy for you.

He'll be walking down the hallway doing his normal routine until he notises another person in his suit, the moment you speak and he realises its just you is when he let's his guard down.

"I just got some transplants done to my ass, that's why I look different"

You both are never sent on missions together 'cause you guys don't work well, pretty much nobody works well with him since he's the silent type.

Example, you two were hiding behind some crates ready to jump on the bad guys who were snucking in illegal drugs. He gestured for you to wait as he went to check again, only to turn back to see you gone.

"Marry Christmas motherfuckers!"

He heard your voice shout and he found you standing on top of the stacked crates, machine gun in hand and began shooting aimlessly.

He didn't even do anything but just watch until you ran out of bullets. However, multiple survived and began shooting at you so you ended running towards where he's hiding at.

"Yankee yankee!" You yelped.

You know the video of the two girls taking off their wigs to reveal that they're bald and they start bonding over it? I'd like to imagine that's you and Black Noir with the skin condition under the suits.

One more scenario I wanna add, you guys could be having a meeting but since you were bored and you always hated meetings, you'd draw a big heart on a piece of paper and show it to Black Noir from across the table. Surprisingly he'd draw a heart back to you.

You were overjoyed so you began to draw you and him doing it, doggy style. He stares at your doodle for a while before choosing to just focus on the meeting instead.

Compatibility? 90%

(This took a while cause I was on vacation)

[elliesanqel]

catharsis but dom ellie pls pls pls Im begging😭

take it

sypnosis; roles are switched—seth spits out a nasty comment at ellie, causing your anger to flare up. she decided it was best to take you home, until she decides to find a way to control your anger.

cw; angst, smut, dom!ellie, sub!fem reader, car sex, strap use (referred to as a cock), oral sex, rough fucking, spitting, multiple orgasms, fluff, r!receiving all, men and minors dni.

a/n; there was a few reqs to write dom!ellie for this fic and i looove the idea so here it is! and ohhh if she ever looked at me like that…endgame!! and also, if i haven’t done your request yet, i promise i am either currently working on getting it posted, or im still writing it. a few will get released this week!

➝ masterlist

your eyes narrowed at seth, your whole body filling with heat as ellie just looked at him, her look almost puzzled. you werent doing anyone any harm, just purely kissing. thats it. yet it still gave seth the ability to spit out some homophobic comment one way or another. ellie was your girl, your princess. if anyone was even slightly rude—it’d make you angry. you just thought she was too precious to even be made fun of at all. she noticed the way your face twisted with disgust, and she knew you’d say something if she didnt act—causing her to take your hand in hers softly. “lets go.” she whispers, not wanting to cause a scene.

your eyes finally left seth, looking at ellies pleading face and softening when you did, but the anger still bubbled. you thought it was probably best to just leave instead of causing a scene infront of everyone. even though seth had already done half the job—you didnt want to finish it. you let ellie take you outside into the fresh air, her hand tightening around yours for reassurance. you didnt dare look at her, feeling to angry to even speak.

she knew—so she just walked hand in hand with you to the car. there was a big problem, though. ellie hated it when you didnt talk to her. she preferred talking it out and letting you rant to her, she hated awkward silence. she let go of your hand, watching you storm off to the passenger seat. she scoffed, taking the keys out of her pocket and opening the car, getting in and starting it.

“dont.” she begins, her voice firm as her hands grip the steering wheel, pulling out of the car park. you scoff, still staying quiet and you could tell she wasnt a fan of your growing attitude. “scoffing at me now? you’re brave.” she furrows her brows, her eyes stuck on the road as one hand stays on the wheel, the other on the gear lever. you roll your eyes, testing the waters as much as you could. you wanted this all to be over and the best way for you to do that was so stay silent and bottle it up. but not for ellie.

“baby, seriously,” she begins, her head rolling a little in annoyance. “drop the attitude. none of this is my fault, unfortunately theres always gonna be people like seth and theres nothing we can do. you know that, right?” she explains, firmness still in her voice as her eyes glance over at you before back onto the road.

you sigh, looking at your hands as you fiddle with your thumbs. “i know, but seriously why do we always have to be the ones to say something? nobody else said anything.” you groan as she listens to your rants.

she takes in a breath, understanding where you were coming from. “i know, sweetheart. trust me, i do. but we have to deal with it. you dont always have to defend me, im fine.” she explains, but clearly it wasnt enough for you. you laugh sarcastically, the anger clearly still swarming you. “dont, ellie. dont make light of this situation, you know damn well its fucked up. so dont you fucking—“ you get louder, but before you can continue, she swerved the car to the side of the empty road, parking it. you gasp at her sudden move, confusion clouding your mind. “what the fuck was that fo—“ you begin, but she cuts you off again.

“lose that attitude and get in the fucking backseat.” she demands, her voice firm. you knew she wanted no argument but the way her voice went from reassuring to demanding in the matter of seconds led you to just listen to her words. you slowly unbuckle your seatbelt and get into the backseat of her car, looking at her as you did. her eyes never left you as you moved, her hand reaching into the glovebox, to her strap.

she took it into the backseat with her, her hands immediately wrapping around your thighs and placing you on your back along the seats and she crawled on top of you, parting your legs so she hovered inbetween them, her lips inching to your ear as her breath was hot on your skin. “angry, arent you? well i’ll make you a deal, baby. you take it like a good girl and i’ll fuck that anger out of you, hm?” she whispers, her voice almost mocking. leaving your eyes wide as you felt your body already growing limp under her touch.

your whole body shivered, leaning against the door of the car, eyes never leaving hers. she smirked at you, her look stern yet soft at the same time. with that, her hands reach up, tugging at your jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down—letting you lift your hips to help her tug them off and discard them somewhere, not really caring where. the heat that was growing between your thighs now displayed infront of her face, looking at the wetness pooled there like it was liquid gold. she smirked, both of her hands hooking around your thighs and pulling them further apart for her, her eyes never leaving yours as her tongue darted out, swiping all the way up your wet cunt.

your head falls back against the door, a whine emmiting from your lips—your hand instantly flying to her hair and pushing her mouth closer onto your needy pussy—to which she almost hiccups from the force of your hand. she props herself up a little further, her hands kneading your thighs slowly as her tongue works on your bundle of nerves, swirling around it, her lips making a pop sound every time they left your pussy for her to take a breath, but after she delved right back in, eating you out like she was a starved woman.

she hungrily darts her tongue into your pulsing hole, dabbing it in and out which caused your thighs to squish her head and a string of moans to fall out your mouth. she let out a hum against your cunt, before slipping her tongue out and her lips leaving too. her eyes left your gleaming pussy, looking up at you through her lashes as she slowly spits, letting her saliva drip down onto, your mouth opening a little with a gasp—before she breaks eye contact and leans back down. her tongue licks all the way up your folds, pushing her tongue back into your aching hole, causing you to grip her hair harder, her thick auburn locks tangled in your fingers. “s—shit! ellie, oh my…fuuuu—“ you choke out, your back arching.

“fuck,” she whimpers against your pussy, her brows furrowing as her own heat was needing attention as she ate you out. your body began shaking as you could feel her warm tongue darting in and out of you, your hand gripping her hair hard, pushing her in closer as you felt your high coming. her eyes flickered closed, knowing you were close. she quickened her pace, dipping in and out of your hole before you jolted, a string of moans falling out your mouth as your cum flowed out onto her tongue.

she looked up at your face covered in pure ecstasy: your head tilted back, mouth agape, brows knitted together, sweat aligning your forehead. you felt her drink up ever last bit of your release before she quickly pulled away, wiping her mouth like she’d just had a good meal, and she undresses her lower half—disgarding her jeans somewhere and slipping her strap on. all before your eyes had even opened yet.

once they finally did open, her hands were already squeezing on your thighs—gripping them hard and flipping your whole body around and forcing you on your hands and knees. you whined slightly, already feeling her press the tip of her cock onto your entrance.

her hands palmed your ass, giving you a light smack which made you jump. “shit, look at you. so beautiful like this.” she whispers, voice low and dripping with seduction. you bit into your bottom lip, not even ready for her when she pushes forward—one of her hands leaving your ass to grip the base of the clear silicone, sliding into you and completely bottoming out. your bows knit together, eyes squeezing shut.

“ohhh! fuuuck, els!” you whine, almost choking out as her cock was already pounding against your spongey spot. her brows also furrowed, her mouth open as she pulls your hips back on her cock, filling you up good. “mmm—good girl. taking me s’well, fuuckk.” she mumbles, but it came out more as a desperate moan. your hands conveyed to the steam-covered window, leaving handprints.

you thought this was as good as it could ever get, until she leaned forward…her chest completely pressed against your back as she continued pounding into you. the new angle sending shivers through your body as it instantly brought you to the approach of your second high. her teeth found the top of your ear, taking it in her mouth before speaking. “gonna lash out at me like that again, princess? or are you gonna—nghh…behave?” she whimpers, her breath hot on your ear. one of her hands grips the handle on the window, her other curled around your waist as she picks her pace up.

“cum for me, sweet girl. allll over my cock, yeah?” she teases, her voice sounding breathless. your eyes roll back along with your head, almost meeting with her shoulder as you shivered violently, all of her teases and her relentless pace bringing your body into a frenzy. you jolt, your cum shooting out all over her cock as well as the car seat beneath you. “oh my fucking god…ohhh fu—“ you choke out, your entire figure growing limp as she pulls out.

“fuck baby, that was hot.” she whispers. your hands slip off of the window, leaving a streaky handprint as you feel her arms envelop your body, bringing you close. she kisses your hair, letting it linger before you speak. you had no idea what to say about what just happened, so you skipped over that—after all, her actions did all the talking. “sorry i got so mad, my love. i just hope you understand why.” you whisper as you lean into her.

she smiles softly, holding you close. it was comforting. “shh, its okay baby. although, its cute that you’ve moved on so fast. im nowhere near done yet.” she grins, sounding mocking.

the car was a mess, steamy windows, obvious handprints, clothes everywhere.

anyone who drove past—you prayed for their sanity, as well as yours as you awaited arriving home.

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[abbyslovergirlxo]

Same Damn Time

Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader x Ambessa Medarda

tw; Dom!Ambessa, Dom!Caitlyn, sub!reader, rough sex but they’re not so mean towards the end, wlw, sadism (cait/bessa), choking, slapping (everywhere lol), knife usage, blood kink??,masochism (you🫵) , crying, reader has a mouth on her and then folds (typical😒), idk why i made cait psychotic but oh well, oral, degradation, crumbs of praise lmao, ALL SEXUAL INTERACTION IS CONSENSUAL, I am not someone who writes noncon

Word count: 7.8k

… = time skip

a/n; whewww! like what can I even say, this fic is crazy asl. Like I actually think they’re gonna bring back stoning people just for this. Lowkey deserved. But I know there’s someone out there who’s gonna match my freak 😭 i had tooo much fun writing this while listening to the song, made me think of them 😩lots of tw!! so plz read that before scrolling!!! I feel like this is something you’re either really going to love or really going to hate sooo idk. Also I was literally fixated on Sevika/Ambessa and one edit drove me to madness so here we are, getting double teamed by Commander Kiramman and General Merdarda 😩 They’re both evil twins in this but Caitlyn is the more evil twin but no seriously read the tw…. anyways enough of my my rumbling, this fic is long enough lol.

Your ear shot up, body reacting involuntarily to the large grey door opening. Heavy echoing footsteps, hushed whispers, and then a closed door.

“ This is the one?”

The judgemental tone would’ve sent you spiralling, had you been anywhere else. But menacing glares and sharp words would do little for you here. The lights were dim, unfavorably so, only illuminating distinctly right above your chair that you sat in.

Their voices held unyielding authority. Everyone from topside did to be fair but something about these two gave away their status. Their faces were shielded slightly, your eyes squinting in an attempt to see who they were. That attempt was shot down, the small space of darkness they stood in protecting them.

You cursed yourself for not having been smarter that day, faster. For if you had been, you’d never know what the inside of Stillwater’s interrogation room looked like.

“ Yes, General. My enforcers found her near one of Jinx’s old hideouts. From the items that were taken from her we can safely say this one knows something. She knows Jinx. My men attempted to speak to her a couple of days ago but nothing came of it.”

You thought back to the ‘men’ who questioned you, hammered you with prompts that you refused to answer. The bruises on your back proved how badly they wanted to know but you never relented.

“ I don’t know anything.” A lie. A clear one. Both of the women ignored you, tossing back and forth bits of information. You tugged at the shiny metal cuffs, now wishing you’d taken Vi up on those lock picking lessons. I’m so fucked, you thought to yourself. The room was a bit cold and you weren’t exactly dressed for the occasion when they snatched you. So, somberly you shook a little, giving up on listening to whatever they were saying.

You weren’t going to rat. You knew that much.

Your head was hung when you heard them get closer to you. Not bothering to look up, you heard two chairs groan from being pulled, until they sat down from what you assumed.

“ Name?”

Finally you peered up. Your expression faltered for a second, not expecting the sight in front of you. Their outfits clashed and blended seamlessly all at once. One sat in an all black attire, her long blue hair hanging down. The other was engrossed in clads of gold and red.

Sitting right across from you, they both had menacing glares. Well, the glares you expected. Not quite the faces. Shamefully you imagined seeing them somewhere else, maybe in The Last Drop? The younger, sharp features and pinched eyes, looked at you with a particularly hateful look. That didn’t bother you though, she was as intimidating as the drunk men you’d fought with in the undercity. Pretty though, you thought. The other one was a different story entirely.

She was tall, you could tell from how she towered even sitting down. Something about her was elegant. But she looked dangerous. Growing up it was quite necessary to assess who you could and couldn’t take on, and the moment your eyes locked with hers, you knew. The scars on her face also gave way to what she was capable of. She was a problem, even if her stare wasn’t as heinous as the woman beside her.

“ Name?” She pressed. Her voice was calm but she didn’t look like someone who didn’t know how to raise it.

“ I don’t know anything. I don’t even know who Jinx is.”

The blue haired girl scoffed, clearly unimpressed. Her companion remained analytical of you.

“ You’re a terrible liar.” Her voice came off unforgiving and brutal. You’d be lying (again) if you said you weren’t slightly offended. But you kept a neutral face, ignoring her.

“Listen, this doesn’t have to be rough. How this goes depends entirely on you, you choose. We know you know Jinx. We know that you know something. The information you have is quite important to me,”

The older woman paused for a split second, her stare unwavering and promising. She looked over to the younger one before looking back at you.

“ to us. So we’re leaving this room with something, I can assure you that. But I can also assure you that if you help us, we will help you.”

Her voice was smooth, like wine. Well according to what people say about wine, you’d never had it. She was firm in her words, almost as if she herself knew the power behind her promise. That would’ve reassured you had it not been for the fact that she was after your fucking friends.

You looked between the two of them again, assessing the scene in front of you over and over. You were unimpressed, if you were being honest, something you hadn’t been since these cuffs first touched your wrist. Sure, you could tell they meant business but this was futile as an interrogation tactic.

Good cop, bad cop?

While the older wasn’t exactly nice, you expected a missing eye, pulled nails and burnt skin. What you weren’t expecting was two, unfortunately attractive, topside pigs to do a century old method. If anything they should’ve switched, you thought to yourself.

Maybe then they’d get somewhere.

“ Still don’t know who Jinx is or why I’m here.”

“ You’re lying, again. And protecting a known fanatic and criminal. Tell us where we can find Jinx.”

You furrowed your brows, annoyed with her insults and claims. Who is she to tell you that were lying? Well, you were of course. But regardless, the tone in the blue eyed woman before you made you unsettled.

“ I’m not lying.” You gritted out. “ I’ve been detained wrongfully. You’re wasting your time. I don’t know anything.”

“ Yes, you do.” Her voice was firm, final. You scowled at her, but it was nothing in comparison to how she looked at you. Constantly her jaw flexed, on edge and angry. But she had no right to be angry in your mind, after all you were the one chained to a table being talked at rather than talked to. Secretly you wished for the older woman to speak again, at least she wasn’t such a bitch.

“ Are they your friends? Is that it? Because I promise you that we will find Jinx, it will just be a whole lot messier without your help. I don’t mind that. But I’m sure you will.”

You fought the urge to wipe that domineering tone and look off her face. You’re never going to find Jinx! You’re nothing but a power hungry topsider who doesn’t know the first thing about friends! I’m not telling you shit. Was what you wanted to say. But instead,

“ I don’t know Jinx or whatever else you people plan on asking me. Like I said, you. are. wasting. your. time.”

You put emphasis on each word, tired of repeating yourself. But to your un-satisfaction she rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

“ Look… I shouldn’t be here. I can’t give you anything because I don’t kno—“

“ Right.” She cut you off, so obviously tired of your insistent lying, even in the short minutes. “And you’re not an undercity animal.”

“ And you’re not a topside pig.”

In all fairness it came out before you could stop it. You weren’t used to being talked to like this and keeping quiet, it almost came out of pure instinct. But if you were surprised by your words you didn’t show it one bit, a small smile almost playing on your lips.

Her nostrils flared slightly, her breathing elevating. For a moment you thought she’d explode before the other woman spoke.

“ Kiramman.”

You memorized the name, not sure if it’d be useful later once you escaped but just in case. She simply collected herself, nodding at the woman who she called ‘General’. Maybe this is where you went wrong, your natural element slipping out, your ego on its way to arriving.

“ You should learn to control yourself, ya know… during interrogations and such.”

“ Shut your mouth.” It was harsh and whispered. This is when you should’ve stopped but you didn’t.

“ You must be new, since you need a supervisor to help you.”

“ Shut it.”

“ You guys have nothing on me. You’re fucking desperate. I’m n—“

Mistakenly you were so focused on Kiramman that you hadn’t been prepared for the harsh grab of your chin. It was quick, unbelievably fast and that scared you more than anything. The strength of which she used to crush your face also attributed to the pit in your stomach.

“ You’ve chosen miserably.”

Her voice was meaner now, she talked as if you were nothing. Like you were stupid. Instantly you regretted wishing for her presence.

Embarrassingly you struggled against her trying to pry away but it was useless. She effortlessly held you there, your cheeks red with humiliation and anger. You tried to ignore the victorious face planted on Kiramman.

“ She said shut your mouth so you shouldn’t be doing anything but that.”

“ Thought you w-wanted me to talk, which one is it?”

You half expected her to break your jaw or lash out like the woman beside her. Instead she remained calm, eerily calm. Anyone with such strength and patience was someone who got what they wanted. But, you weren’t going to talk, you reminded yourself.

She pulled you closer, not without the rebellious tug from you. Silently she analyzed you, staring into your eyes painstakingly long. You squirmed and averted your gaze. She let you go with a ‘hmph’.

“ She won’t talk, not like this.”

The blue haired girl whipped her head towards her, then back to you, a blue fire blazing in her eyes. From the short time they’d been in the room it was clear the older woman held a higher position, authority oozing from her undoubtedly. But now you noticed something dark about the Kiramman that you should have picked up on before.

She was angry, unreasonably so. There was something constantly threatening to set off inside of her.

“ Everyone talks. There has to be something that’ll make her.”

The General hummed. “ I agree, but not like this. She’s loyal to them and she’s prepared for a cell if not this. She’s attempting to use our anger to distract us. She needs something else.”

The goosebumps from the cold air became accompanied by ones born from anxiety. Your mind went into a dark place, worried you’d never leave Stillwater. What if they starved you? Kept you locked in some cell as your body slowly decayed while you still lived? True fear found its way to you for the first time, the unknown overwhelming.

Kiramman seemed to hold back a sigh, instead taking a moment to actually listen to her superior's words. You couldn’t tell what she was thinking but from the firm nod she let off to the General, you knew it wasn’t in your favor. The grey haired woman stood now, making your heart race. Desperately you tugged at the chain once more, attempting to repeat your overdone line.

“ Look, I really don’t know anything.” Ignored.

The blue haired girl remained seated, leaned back slightly, watching silently as the older woman walked around the table. She walked to you with a certain prowess about her. She was taller than you’d expected, to your dismay. You refused to look at her when she was finally standing beside you, face aimed at the grey table.

You pinched your eyes waiting to be hit, choked maybe, or stabbed if they didn’t mind the mess. Your breathing raised as you tried to silently comfort yourself through whatever pain soon awaited. You held back a flinch when you felt large hands pulling at your chains.

It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. Fuck.

*clink*

You snapped your eyes open, seeing your handcuffs now undone.

“ Stand up.”

You took in a breath, silently grateful that you hadn’t been harmed. You stood now, relieved. At least whatever they were going to do wasn’t happening in the now you thought. You looked towards the giant closed metal door, expecting your arm to be snatched as she led you to your dark cell. But to your surprise she simply spoke again.

“ On the table.”

You looked between the two of them.

You shook your head, not even at them, it just shook. No way in hell were you going to lay down on some metal table while these two psychopaths did whatever they wanted to you. You weren’t exactly happy about the bruises that already resided there, definitely not hoping for extras.

“ …No.”

You hadn’t wished to say it but you couldn’t bring yourself to willingly place your body on that table before they hurt you.

“ You misunderstand the situation. You’ve chosen already. So get on the table.”

You didn’t choose shit. That’s what you wanted to shout, to scream at them until your bones betrayed you. A million emotions rushed through your head, clenching and unclenching your hands. Instead you remained silent and unmoving, your refusal to acknowledge was saying ‘no’ in its own way.

“ Fucking impossible…”

You didn’t even have a moment to react to the words before you were pulled. A grunt left your mouth as your hair was gripped painfully. Anger coursed through you upon seeing the black uniform in your peripheral. You used your now free hands to try and pry her hands from you but she only gripped impossibly tighter, your scalp beginning to burn. She was swifter than you’d imagined she’d be, strong too, grabbing both of your hands with one, pinning them. This somehow was worse than cuffs.

“ Fucki— let me go!”

Ignored. Why did they ignore everything?

“ Where do you want her?”

Her General's eyebrows raised, but you didn’t see surprise. Not even disappointment. Content, maybe? You didn’t put it past her.

“ Let's put her on her back to start.”

She moved without question or affirmation. Irritation was clear across your face now, upset at the stinging that wasn’t letting up on your scalp. But clearly the woman behind you didn’t care, roughly forcing you onto the table. She wasn’t as tall as her companion but she was taller than you and it wasn’t an advantage on your part. The force behind her movements were unsettling, you hadn’t thought she was powerless at first glance, but her grip on you was unnerving compared to what you thought she was capable of.

The cold metal wasn’t welcoming. It felt like a million needles were puncturing your skin causing you to shudder. Your tank top strap had fallen off your shoulder amidst the struggle, close enough to slipping down making you wish your hands were free.

“ Give me her wrist.”

They swiftly transferred your hands, the Generals grip matching hers but you could tell there was more strength to be given behind it. You didn’t want to imagine her really trying to squeeze you. The cuffs you were free from moments ago encased you again, and you didn't miss the two extra notches she clicked causing your bone to shift uncomfortably with the metal. You scowled.

“ It’s too fucking tight.”

Not even a pitied glance, nothing. Ignored. Again. You shifted your wrist again, overwhelmed and upset. And this bitch is still gripping my hair, using her other hand to keep your shoulder on the table casually. So easily, and that made you feel vulnerable, helpless. And your now restrained hands weren’t helping, the slight burn making something in your throat want to creep up but you wouldn’t dare allow it, deciding to instead take it out on them.

“ Let go of my hair, you bi–”

You hissed, the stinging sensation pulsating across your cheek. It wouldn’t leave a bruise but you damn sure felt it.

“ Mind your tongue.”

The General ignored the glare you sent her straight from hell, instead taking off her jacket revealing a dark sleeveless sort of top. You couldn’t begin to imagine or decipher the detailing of it, topsiders always dressed too flashy in your opinion, too stuck up. Her arms were as big as you'd thought. Both being ridiculed with scars.

Then, another sharp crack resounded through the dark room, a quick punishing tug to your scalp. This one would unfortunately leave a bruise. You could tell. You didn’t hiss this time, too stunned, on the verge of groaning from the way she used your hair as a plaything.

“ What she said.”

Kiramman finally let go of your hair, the residue of her strength still pounding through your head. You tried to sit up but she instead used both of her hands to hold you down. With only your legs to move, you kicked but the General shut that down as soon as it started. Effortlessly she used only one hand to keep them pinned down, now looking over you and at Kiramman.

What now? You thought. Cut my skin until I fess up? Break my bones until I don’t have any? Beat me bloody while I lie on this cold table? Are they going to kill me when this is all over, when I don’t say anything? I’m going to die here, aren’t I? I’m going to die and nobody’s gonna know.

It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. I can take it. I can take it.

Eyes suddenly squeezed shut, recited echoes of wishful thinking, a scratchy throat. You braced yourself.

“ Last chance. Tell us where we can find Jinx and I’ll send you back to your cell. Untouched.”

Your voice came out a little exasperated, anxiety and anger laced into it. You kept your eyes shut.

“ I don’t know who Jinx is so I can’t tell you that. I don’t know anything.”

Your shoulder crushed more into the table, pale hands squeezing.

“ You continue to choose stupidity, insolence. No more of that.”

Suddenly the grip on your legs were let go and you opened your eyes. She was still at the head of the table staring down at you. For a moment you considered kicking again but as if she read your mind…

“ Kick me and I will break every bone in your knee.”

Her tone wasn’t intimidating, demeaning absolutely, but not intimidating. The certainty in her voice made you throw away any ideas of using your legs. You liked your knees to say the least. You peered straight up to see an upside version of Kiramman, her long blue hair creating a shadow around her neck, her jawline distinct. Even without seeing her face, only the outline of lips and nose, the anger radiated off her body.

“ What now?”

The General looked over you, straight at her.

“ We’ll need to take her pants off for the next part.”

You and Kiramman spoke at the same time.

“ Wait, what? My pants?” “ Her pants?”

The older woman simply gave a one word reply, meant to supply both of you with a firm answer, ‘yes’.

“ Wait, wait.”

She looked down at you, eyebrows raised.

“ Do you remember something about Jinx? Something you’d like to tell us?”

You listened to the flickering sound coming from the light above you. One by one you let them pop into your head. Jinx, long blue hair and wild face as she hugged you. Vi, stuffing her favorite foodsin your face. Isha, making paper airplanes with you. For a moment you thought a tear might slip but it didn’t. You drew in a shaky breath, ignoring the sting on your wrist.

“ No. I don’t know anything. I just…”

You averted your gaze.

“ Is it going to hurt?”

A stupid question in your mind. No doubt torture hurts. But something in you needed to ask, needing some sort of certainty in what was to come.

“ That depends on you entirely. I’ll give you pain when you give me insolence. But when you give me answers, I’ll give you… ”

She suddenly ghosted a hand over your calf.

“ Relief.”

You shuddered a little, her graze unexpected. But you didn’t dare move your leg, not wanting to test what qualified as a kick to her. You didn’t want to imagine what she meant by relief, because it couldn’t mean that. It couldn’t mean that.

“ How does that sound?”

“ It sounds like I have nothing else to say to you.”

She hummed. Without another word she slipped her large hands in your waistband, pulling them down to your ankles. You wanted them back the second your bare thigh touched the cold metal. A click echoed and you looked to see a blade in her hand, small in size but formidable in design. Gold snakes seemed to embroider its handle. You sucked in a harsh breath at the sight, your eyes locked on it.

Your eyes flicked up at the blue haired woman, her position now changed so that you could see her face again. Her eyes almost beamed? For the first time an expression other than anger displayed itself on her features. Now she looked almost… pleased. Excited.

It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. I can take it. I can take it. I can take it. Hopefully.

You ignored the last words, watching as the General kept her eyes trained on your plump thighs. Opening them, she traced it right on the inside of it. Immediately you could tell it was sharp. Too sharp. It was cold against your skin, not as harsh as the table but unforgiving nonetheless. Anticipation rushed through you. Hands clenched within its restraints, the light flickering and flickering, her soft hands on your shoulder, icy metal on your skin, her hand slipping onto your thigh and then….

“ Ngnh!”

Your head pressed into the metal slightly. You’d have been embarrassed by your whimper if it wasn’t for the sudden warm drip down your thigh. Blood, you assumed. You’d been through worse but you still squirmed at the cut now adorned on your skin. She pushed down on your thigh, not fond of your squirming. Then she continued, tracing the blade across your thigh, waiting until your body finally relaxed, stopping itself from that state of bracing. And right when you did, she’d swipe a quick line across your shaky, burning legs. Always between your thighs, always.

It felt like electricity was rushing through you, it was all so overwhelming. You felt like you were being swallowed alive and they had barely done anything. The cuts burned and sent a rush of pain through your nerves and skin. Everytime you looked at Kiramman her face was becoming alive with intoxication. It’s like she couldn’t pull her eyes away, trained on the way your leg wobbled under her General’s hand, how you whimpered lowly, the light trace of blood on the expensive blade. You jolted again, particularly harder this time.

“ Relax. It's just a little cut, you're a big girl.”

It continued like this. You tried your best to stifle the whimpers coming from your mouth. The last thing you wanted was for them to hear what they were doing to you. Over and over she painted your thighs with your own crimson, and it hurt. It hurt, it did. And that's all it should be.

But your stomach kept getting that feeling. It burned, like the surface level cuts she gave you. It burned every time her calloused finger swiped across your sliced skin, collecting blood. It burned when she smiled suddenly, as if proud of her work. And it was scalding when you looked up and saw those blue eyes entranced. But it wasn’t pain. It wasn’t…anger. It was something else. Something that made you want to release that feeling in your throat, made you wish she meant something ungodly when she offered relief.

“ What's this?”

Your skin was hot to the touch now, sweaty. Trembling slightly, you looked up at her. For a moment you couldn’t begin to imagine what she was referring to until you traced her eyes. You silently prayed that it wasn’t what you thought. But from the way she asked, you knew.

“ What is it?”

Kiramman asked, curiosity clear in her voice. The older woman smirked, staring down at the wet spot in your panties.

“ It seems her body is more honest than she is. I think our little prisoner likes this. Her panties say so at least.”

Your face burned so hot that it rivaled the sun itself. You considered saying something, protesting and denying it. But what was the point? It did feel good, the burn felt good. And she had the evidence right in front of her. You couldn’t meet either of their gazes, looking to the side in shame. Kiramman laughed, the vibrations reaching you through her touch.

“ I knew it, she was whimpering like a dog. Isn’t that right?”

You shook your head, still refusing to look. But she wasn’t having it, using one of her hands to pull your chin. Even upside down, she looked menacing. She forced eye contact. Her face was rampant with mocking undertones, sadistic glares.

“ Is that why you’ve been so rude? You wanted us to give you a little pain, show you a good time? You really are pathetic.”

“ That’s not tr– n-ngh!”

A stinging pain after a quick slap to your clothed cunt made you whimper louder than anytime the blade touched you. It felt like a live wire tapping your skin, your legs snapping shut. The wet spot in your panties grew, your breathing uneven.

“ Insolence. Tell the truth.”

I can’t. You thought. Telling them that you’d enjoyed it, even a tiny bit, seemed more daunting suddenly than ratting.

“ I’m not ly– f-fuck…”

You weren’t sure if you’d ever be allowed to finish a sentence, her hand opening your legs followed by another slap coming down. Your eyes fluttered for a moment, your face squeezing with pain and pleasure. Kiramman used the hand she never removed to guide you. A smile was now on her lips, wide with genuine amusement.

“ Oh god, did you just… moan? You really are something aren’t you? Is that what it’s going to take? A few more slaps to your cunt and you’ll be blabbering? Or maybe…”

She lowered herself, close enough that her hair brushed against your face. You whined again, another unsuspecting smack from the older woman. You hadn’t even done anything, she just liked the way your panties got damper with each hit. Kiramman almost thanked her for it, relishing in hearing the noise even closer. She whispered to you.

“ If I make you cum enough times you’ll remember something. I bet you’d like that, letting a… what was it that you called me…a topside pig make your cunt cry?”

Finally, you gave way to the ache in your throat. A tear fell down your face suddenly. Another burning sensation forming in your stomach at the feeling of the General toying with the rim of your panties.

“ Please…”

It was quiet, almost matching the decibels of the wind. But you knew she’d heard it. It was obvious from how her grin widened, her eyes looking like ones of a deranged woman.

“ Please what? Please…make me cum? Please…let me go? Please fucking what?”

In this small moment of time, you almost felt like you were watching your dignity physically leave your body. You imagined telling her to let you go, that you didn’t know anything and a few cuts to your legs wasn’t going to change that. And you considered it, over and over. Then something played in your mind, a sick fantasy woven in desperation. In it, you asked her what you really wanted to. And in it they kissed you until you couldn’t breathe, made you finish until you didn’t know how to walk. You considered both. But only one of them made your core ache with desire. Your eyes were even glossier now. Suddenly you were working yourself up for a new kind of courage.

I can take it. I can take it. I can take it.

“ Make me cum please.”

“ Please who?”

I can take it.

“ Please, Kiramman.”

“ That’s it. Finally something coming out of your mouth other than horseshit. But you still need some manners…”

The grip that had left your ears ringing suddenly came back, her pale fingers peeking through your hair. She pulled your head up, forcing you to look at the General. You groaned, arms thrashing slightly, the sting of the metal never relenting.

“ I’m not the only one here. Go ahead, ask General Merdarda too.”

You gritted your teeth. This was already humiliating, and she was just reveling in it. Your legs were already spread, panties damp, dried crimson on your skin, hands bound above your stomach. You’d already asked, multiple times. And now you had to say it again, with a death-like grip on your hair and those hazel eyes peering at you, awaiting.

“ …but I already asked y—“

The slap was even stronger this time , the force of it driving your body insane. Merdarda grinned at you, even laughing a little at the noise you made. Another tear fell down your cheek but Kiramman was quick to wipe it. Right before she licked her finger.

“ But you didn’t ask me.”

If she slapped your cunt again you’d probably start grinding against the table, somehow making you look more pathetic than you do right now. So you gave in.

“ P-Please General Merdarda, will…”

I’m never speaking about this if I get out of here.

“…Will you please make me cum?”

“ Well would you look at that, that’s all you had to say little one. But what do we get in return? Surely you can’t expect us to make you cum with nothing given back.”

“ …But…I already said I don’t know anything.”

Kiramman scoffed.

“ Even after you soak your panties from a little cut, you still have the ability to lie. I’m almost impressed.”

She let your head drop back onto the table.

“ Almost.”

….

For a second you thought she’d kiss them.

At first glance it seemed so, her soft lips trailed over the red raised wounds, her nose spilling cold air on them. You reveled in it, an ember threatening to go a blaze within you. That was until she nipped at it, a hiss leaving your mouth. You couldn’t see her smile but you felt it sweeping across the throbbing skin. You cursed under your breath, the force behind her bite growing more rabid. She slapped the thigh she wasn’t ravaging, quick and harsh.

“ You like that, don’t you?”

There that voice was again, smooth and sultry. You weren’t sure if she was referencing the strike on your leg or her roaming fingers but murmured yes anyway. Yes to all of it. She had your shirt hitched up, breast exposed. Every once and awhile she’d toy with them, trace an outline around your nipple, wait and then pinch. So often though she found herself distracted, your features giving away how desperate you were.

Merdarda found enjoyment in watching your contort every time Kiramman did something to you, anything to you really. You were like a tight coiled spring, threatening to snap at any given moment. It's like every touch has you ready to risk everything. And you learned quickly they were into this a little more than you, mania clear across their faces. You were trembling, Kiramman taking advantage of how sensitive your legs were.

“ C’mere.”

You felt a little dizzy, seeing her lift her head up from between your legs. She grabbed your cuffed hands, pulling you up to meet her face. It all happened so fast and you winced from the strain in your shoulders. She was closer now and it was just now that you noticed the traces of blood on her lips. You hadn’t expected a kiss this time around, but it happened. It wasn’t gentle, if anything it felt like she was trying to cannibalize you with her tongue. Shamefully you pushed against her, sick to your stomach at how good she tasted. Hints of copper on your tastebuds, her wandering hands. She pulled back, being sure to bite your lip before doing so.

“ You taste that? It’s you.”

She dropped her eyes to your thighs, licking over her lips once more. A trance almost seemed to describe the hunger behind her stare, but you couldn’t be sure. You didn’t care either way, you just wanted her to do whatever was on her mind to you and soon.

“ fucking delicious.”

The whispered lust in her voice rivaled the reaction brought out from Medardas heavy hands.

“ You should taste her General. She’s sweeter than that filthy mouth of hers.”

Wordlessly, she captured your lips next. Her movements were more experienced, methodical and you felt as though you melted into her due to it. Ruby lipstick smeared onto you, a groan slipping from her as she made sure to taste everything you had to offer. The metallic tinge on her tongue made her pull in deeper. You whimpered, dizzy from lack of breath and insatiable roaming hands.By the time she pulled away your eyes were low, an unfocused look about you.

“ I wonder if her cunt tastes even better.”

Kiramman smiled sickly to herself, her gapped teeth giving you a warm tinge to your cheek.

“ We’ll know soon enough.”

….

Your wrist were nearly rubbed raw with all the thrashing you were doing. Time and time again you made attempts to close those abused legs of yours, in hopes of protecting your cunt. Unfortunately, Kiramman wasn’t pleased and she slapped it raw until you cried enough apologies. She mumbled something along the lines of ‘can’t be stupid and greedy’. But you somehow continued to be prove to be both, whining endlessly about the torture of her tongue. She never let up though, only unlatching from you to say obscene things or mark up your poor legs.

It seemed the pair held similar views, sick desires. Medarda would litter your neck and breast with purple marks shamelessly. She smelled of some expensive plant you’d never heard of, all you knew was that it made you whimper everytime her skin was pressed onto yours. She’d whisper siren-like words to you, etched in sin, rough kisses between them all. And yet you drank them into your ears like milk and honey.

“ You just came, didn’t you? Nasty girl.”

“ Do you remember anything now, hm?”

“ Don’t be so dramatic, keep your legs open for her.”

“ You must spread yourself open often. You’re a natural.”

“ Your cunts almost as noisy as you, dear.”

And when her tongue wasn’t making you drip onto the table, Kirammans words were just as wicked, if not more. Her posh accent was a coverup for all the nefarious things laced into it. A very, very poor coverup.

“ I said— keep. them. open. Unless you need a second pair of cuffs? … No? Then fucking listen.”

“ Go on, you can cry. I know it feels good. Yes filthy girl…just like that. ”

“ You’ve made a mess. Say you're sorry.”

“ Quit it, you can get a break when you remember something.”

“ Don’t act so sweet now— had quite a lot to say earlier. Isn’t that right?”

This was wrong, every bit of it. There was nothing exactly right about two high ranking officers of Piltover and Noxus eating you alive in the depths of Stillwater. The thought alone should send you running. It should have you drinking hot flashes of anger, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. But it didn’t. It only made you spread your legs wider and beg shamefully for more kisses.

It all felt so good. They felt so good and a redeemable, rational part of you hated that. But every time rationality tried to sink itself into you, Commander Kiramman and General Merdarda were right there to sink into you faster. And by god, they made you feel more full than any morale.

You were so sure you were going to die before. And that thought that hadn’t been removed just yet, except now you thought you’d pass away from all the onslaught orgasms caused by the ravenous women beside and inside you.

“ a—angh! oh god…pl–please”

Kiramman held back a sly smile, seeing the way you twitched, body so sensitive. Her fingers were drenched with you, now gloveless. Initially her signature black gloves dug inside of you but the minute she tasted you she knew she didn’t want it anywhere but on her skin. Quite roughly, she had pulled three orgasms, somehow each one more intense than the last. But that wasn’t enough, not to them. Nothing was enough until those pretty lips whimpered something they could actually report back. And even then she wasn’t sure she’d want to stop.

“ Are you going to make a mess again for us?”

Pathetically, you fought back the white of your eyes before looking down at her. She couldn’t help but grip your thighs tighter at your teary face, nodding exhaustingly down at her. Medarda kept you slightly upright, your back arching into her bicep while she sucked on your breast. Honestly she hadn’t a clue how long she’d been at it but by the rate she was going you’d look a fucked out mosaic by the time they were done. She laughed to herself but you knew it was at you. And that fact only made you rut against the table more.

“ This is going to be your fourth one dear. We’re never going to leave this room if you keep being so stubborn.”

She trailed her kisses up your chest. A peck here and a peck there. The slow ascend of her affections compared to the rapid thrust of the others fingers made you bite your lip, the skin pulling between your teeth. By the time she was up to your ear you were practically panting.

“ Or is that what you want? For us to keep making you cry until you can’t anymore?”

They’d never know it and thank god for that but you almost whispered a yes.

Kiramman couldn’t hear what was spoken but she definitely felt it. You clenched around her even harder, a long mewl spilling from you. She creased her blue brows slightly as she sped up her fingers, making sure to never be gentle with that special spot, secretly itching to hear just how loud you could get whenever you came. Her counterpart was just as wanting for it out of you, a more balanced desire about her. Even in spite of the way she pulled you in for another kiss when she heard you sob, “ ‘m s-so close..”

This time Kiramman both felt and heard it, her fingers happily accepting the tight squeeze of you. She latched back onto your clit which was practically begging to be consumed again, if you asked her. Immediately you tensed, using every ounce of self restraint to not slam her cheeks with your legs. It also got devastatingly hard to keep up with Medarda’s mouth, she pressed into you like she forgot you needed air, like you only needed them. And as the coil in your belly grew and the sloppy sounds of her eating away filled the room, you did need them.

A muffled moan ricocheted into Merdarda and she invited it wholeheartedly. When she finally pulled away, you used your bound hands to grab at her hand groping you. You squeezed it the second you felt Kiramman offer a grunt inside of your cunt. She licked you like she was rabid, lost in whatever drugs your pussy clearly had laced in it. Merdarda found it all so nasty, so amusing. Seeing the renowned Caitlyn Kiramman so cruel but so feral, and you with your slick mouth gone and lips swollen, made her clench around nothing.

Even if nobody in the room spoke it, you were all enjoying this ‘interrogation’ a little too much. That manic laughter that constantly filled Kirammans head, those stupid pigtails and flashy gadgets, had even subsided for a moment. She still wanted nothing more than to rip that smile off her face, but the way the tears journeyed down your face so easily made her want something more.

Right now all she wanted was for you to cum on her face, and she nearly keeled over when she finally heard you sing that song for her. A moan that could only be replicated in the best whorehouses of Zaun left you. The pair both smiled the moment they heard you whimper what they already knew.

“ i th—‘m gonn—“

You could barely manage a single word, back practically ingraining itself in her arm the way you arched over it.

“ Let it out, make a mess.”

Your body truly was more honest than you and clearly obedient because the second she said it you did. Your self restraint abandoned you, left you on that table shaking and crying. Your bruised legs kissed her cheeks (not so gently) as she ate and thrusted at the same pace she did before, never letting up. Even with your legs shaking and around her she just drove in deeper. The pleasure slipped into overdrive making you shake your head, trying your best to pull away, use your hands, anything to make her stop. But Merdarda snatched your cuffed hands.

“ kira—kirammannn!”

Wow, that’s the only time she’s heard her last name and wanted to hear it more. But she ignored you, knowing you were begging for her to stop. By now your legs had dropped, too weak to hold up. Your whole body practically vibrated as you lost your breath. Maybe it was the burning sensation ripping through you or the cotton in your head but you stupidly turned your head to look up at Medarda.

“ help…me…gonna fu— die!”

First she looked at you, toyed with your nipple as your hands fought against hers. So pretty and so pathetic, she thought. Then looked down at Kiramman, whose eyes now opened and met hers. An amused glint was in her blue tinted stare and suddenly Medarda couldn’t think of a single reason she’d help you.

“ She’s eating child, don’t be so rude. Have some manners.”

She was looking at you when she said it, but from the mockery in her tone you knew it was meant for more than just you. And it was confirmed when a smile traced itself onto your throbbing cunt. But it quickly went away. She was eating after all.

“ i canttt! pleasee!”

Kiramman didn’t stop until you went silent, unable to speak, inconsistent babbles of nonsense here and there. You weren’t even shaking now, just twitching and breathing like the oxygen in the room had been sucked out. When she finally got up from between your legs she couldn’t help herself and gave two quick bites. A strangle mix of a hiss and moan could be heard as you watched her stand. She lifted her fingers to your mouth, shoving them inside.

You expected her to be rough and jam them down your throat but to your surprise she simply swirled them around your mouth. Despite that voice in your head you sucked at them tiredly hoping to please them. And pleased they were. They both watched as you weakly licked her fingers clean. By the time she pulled away they both knew that previous orgasm just couldn’t be the last.

“ Do you remember anything now?”

You were fucked out, but not that fucked out.

“…no”

Thank god, they both thought in unison.

“ I guess it’s my turn then.”

…

BONUS

Kiramman walked with pure candor on her face. She heard the whispers as she walked past but she ignored them. What was the point in entertaining fools? Besides, the moment her eyes met theirs they always went silent. Always. Today hadn’t been the best day for her. Most days weren’t, hunting for that psycho and her friends wasn’t an easy job or a fun one. But she wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. Well…maybe someone else…

“ Don’t let anyone in.”

The guard nodded dutifully.

By the time she reached the room, she was already imagining her sweet song. She didn’t have to wait long to hear it in person because it was practically blasting throughout the room the moment the door opened. She closed the door behind her, smiling deviously as she placed her heavy cape onto the chair.

“ She’s even wetter today, if you can believe it.”

She laughed softly, “ Oh I can believe it. How many has she got so far?”

“ Just two. Don’t worry, you didn’t take too long.”

“ God, I know. I got caught up with that fool Salo.”

Medarda laughed now, knowing all too well how annoying he could be.

“ medardaaa”

Your toes curled, struggling to handle the two large fingers inside of you. Both were devastatingly skilled with their fingers but hers were undoubtedly bigger. Way bigger. And if the size wasn’t agonizing enough, she was hitting that spot over and over. This time your hands were free, and you used them to grip her bicep.

Suddenly your throat had a new necklace. Not a very nice one. She squeezed her free hand around your throat, speeding her fingers. Clearly she wasn’t a fan of your interruption, despite the way her cunt ached when she heard her name in such a filthy way.

“ Can’t you see us talking? And you didn’t even greet your Commander. She came all this way to see you.”

You thought you were going to pass out, the squelching sounds and sultry insults becoming distant. Your mind and body gave into her once the resisting clearly wasn’t doing anything. And you loved it. Each filthy posh coated word, lingering touch, rushed collided lips left you undone. The strength behind their hands made you want to never be without it. And for the past two weeks it continued to, leaving you right here in this room on this desk, unable to breath, only able to cry and spread your legs wider.

Medarda let go, allowing Kiramman to finally slip beside you. As much as she loved the song you offered, she wanted your lips. You gasped into her, them giving you no time to actually catch a breath between the transfer. Lightheaded, you still pushed against her, wetness dripping from your face to hers. She pulled away, licked the rogue tear from the corner of your mouth.

By the time she was looking at you, you were heaving, clasping onto her bicep instead of Medardas now. She watched with such marvel as your face contorted into those beautiful expressions, such a drastic difference from the stupid girl she interrogated. Logically she knew she couldn’t call what all of you were doing an interrogation. So she opted to saying ‘some investigating work’ the few times someone inquired about her abrupt departures. It wasn’t a complete lie, her and Medarda were investigating something every couple of days. your cunt

Her gaze traced to the brown fingers moving in and out of you, then to glisten on her General's hand and finally to your thighs. They were healing nicely. Unfortunately for her they wouldn’t leave a scar according to the doctor she took you to. She almost frowned at the thought.

But then she heard you whisper a quick, “ h-hi Kiramman…”

She smiled at you, a warm thought coming to her.

“ Hi, filthy girl.”

We’ll make sure they scar next time.

P.s. They had the officers who beat you killed 😜

[atlabeth]

heat lightning

pt 1 / pt 3

pairing: spencer reid x fem gideon!reader

summary: you end up at the heart of the bau's latest case.

a/n: took way too long but here's more gideon reader! just as irritable as ever with some actual human emotions this time around. send help and prayers bc she's gonna need it. and before you ask there will in fact be some more parts to close up this case, i just have to write them first and it may take approximately 10 years. thank you for your consideration

wc: 4.1k

warning(s): reader still has daddy issues, still hates spence, and still argues w gideon the whole time. more angst! typical cm case stuff (a stalker that has taken vulnerable pics of reader) read w/ discretion if you are sensitive to those things. more drama and more tension and more not being a good time for anyone but me

“On your right, pretty boy.” 

Spencer stops as Morgan rushes past him back to his desk, eyes trained on the hallway. 

“Why are you in such a hurry?” he complains. “I nearly spilled my coffee.”

“Gideon’s daughter is here again,” he says. “Did you not feel the temperature drop five degrees?”

Spencer frowns. He opens his mouth to say something when he hears the telltale signs of your arrival: arguing. 

“—so typical of you! I have to drop everything the moment you need me, but it’s like pulling teeth to get you to listen to me.”

Gideon turns the corner with you in tow. He has a duffle bag in one hand and a file in his other, his brow furrowed in frustration. 

“That’s because this is important,” he says. 

“Oh, and everything else I try to get you to be around for isn’t?” 

“You know that isn’t what I meant,” Gideon says, keeping his voice level. 

“This is ridiculous,” you spit. 

“It’s necessary,” he corrects. “I’m not going to play games with your safety.” 

“Oh, yeah,” you mock. “Because you’ve always cared about that.” 

He just shakes his head. “I’m not debating this with you.”

“Why? Because you’ll realize that it’s ridiculous?”

You follow Gideon into his office and Spencer watches him close the blinds. The door slams shut, and though he can still hear the muffled argument he can’t make anything out.

“Oh, great,” Morgan says. “Now we can’t even get Reid to read their lips.”

“I don’t think we need it to know what they’re talking about,” Elle says. “They’ve been arguing since she was brought in.”

“Of course they have,” JJ says. “Gideon sent Hotch to pick her up instead of doing it himself. She sees it as another slight.”

“She sees everything as a slight,” Spencer says. “She hates him.” 

“I don’t blame her,” Morgan mutters. “Not when we only found out about her last month.” 

“Surely this isn’t helping with anything,” JJ says wryly. 

Elle shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. Sometimes pointless arguing makes you feel better, even when you’re in the wrong.” 

“That’s enough, agents.” Spencer’s attention—along with everyone else’s—snaps to the top of the bullpen to see Hotch holding a file with the same expression as always. “I need you all in the conference room.” 

“Does it have anything to do with that?” Morgan asks, tilting his head towards Gideon’s office. 

“You’ll find out,” he says. Hotch starts walking to the conference room, the conversation clearly over. 

JJ sighs as she stands up and grabs the files on her desk. “I’ll get Penelope. The rest of you try not to gossip too much.” 

She goes off, and the others disperse back to their desk to finish up some last-minute things before the case takes them away. Spencer can’t tear his eyes away from Gideon’s office, even though he’s not getting anything. 

All he can think about is the last time you were here, when he got caught in the middle of your argument with Gideon—your dad, which was still a little weird—and he can’t help but feel guilty. 

Gideon is a father figure to him, sure, but it isn’t that difficult to end up with that dynamic when Spencer’s the youngest on the team. And he can go into everything about his father leaving and the psychology of that, but it doesn’t matter. Gideon treated him like a son when he had a daughter all along that he’d been neglecting. 

For all Spencer knows, it is his fault. 

“Reid,” Elle says, snapping him out of his thoughts, “you coming?”

“Yeah,” he says, nodding far too many times as he catches up to her in a few quick strides. “Sorry.”

“No need,” she remarks. “Gideon’s kid was all anyone could talk about when she first showed up here. This is only gonna make things worse.”

“He can’t really be that bad of a dad,” Spencer says, “right?”

“All I know is that having a parent in the force rarely ends well,” Elle murmurs. She opens the door to the conference room and looks at him. “We can’t be too hard on her when we probably see Gideon more than she does.”

Spencer recalls his meeting with you, how he barely got a word in edgewise while you spent the whole time arguing with someone half the office viewed as immovable. 

“Yeah,” he says distantly. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”

-

“Why? Because you’ll realize that it’s ridiculous?” 

Your dad shuts the blinds on all the windows in his office, then closes the door behind you. He sets your duffle down on the floor then looks at you, that infuriatingly even expression still unchanged.

“It’s not ridiculous,” he says. “Sit down and lower your voice, please. We have some things to talk about.” 

“I gathered that when you sent your guy to pick me up,” you say, crossing your arms as he walks over to his desk. “Couldn’t even do it yourself?” 

“Aaron Hotchner is the chief of this unit and one of the most accomplished agents here,” he says. “He lives closer to you than I do, and I asked him to pick you up on his way in because I knew you would be safe with him. Sit down, please.” 

“There it is again. My safety.” You remain standing. “Tell me what this is about. I’m missing work right now— I know you can understand that, at least.” 

He lets out a sigh as he says your name and looks at you. “Can we get through this without any arguments for once?” 

“That depends. Are you going to treat me like your daughter or an inconvenience?” 

“You’re my daughter, I love you, and your life is in danger,” he says evenly. 

You open your mouth to retort, but your dad opens the file in his hands and sets it down on the other side of the desk. You can see from your position that they’re photos, but your curiosity ultimately wins out. You walk over to get a closer look, and any words die in your throat as you pick up the first photo. 

A photo of you. 

You pick up the next one, only to see it’s another picture of you. At least ten photos are tucked away in the file, and they’re all of you. Taken outside your work, at your apartment, on your morning run— god, there’s even one taken through the window of your bedroom, half-naked in a towel after a shower. 

You fall silently into the chair, your heart hammering inside your chest as your eyes dart between all of the photos. You want to crawl out of your skin. 

“What the fuck is this?” you breathe. 

“The heart of our newest case,” your dad says. “It appears that you have a stalker.” 

“Yeah,” you whisper, eyes still glued to your oblivious self, “I would fucking think so.”

“These photos were dropped off at my door this morning,” he says, and he flips to the next section of the file, “with that note.”

The erratic handwriting instantly stands out to you as you pick the photocopy up, the lump in your throat growing with every word you read. 

such a pretty little thing. I wonder if she knows it.

you don’t care about her, but I do. she’s just like all the rest of us, everyone that you’ve ruined.

think about your priorities, agent gideon. I’ll be watching.  

“What the fuck is this?” you repeat. Blood pounds in your skull as a distant chill creeps down your spine. “I— I’m one of your cases now?” 

“We’re not sure yet,” he admits. “These only appeared yesterday, but from the looks of it, the unsub has been watching you for a while. Can you pinpoint when any of these photos were taken? 

You stare at him. “Some psycho has been stalking me for a while?” 

Your dad says your name again, slightly strained. “Please. I know this is difficult to think about, but figuring out a time frame would help us.” 

“Difficult,” you scoff. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it.” 

But it doesn’t have the bite your words usually hold. For once, you don’t think you’re mad at your dad. You think you’re terrified. 

“...Yeah,” you finally murmur, and you pick up one of the photos. “I thrifted a mirror a month ago, and this one doesn’t have it.”

Your dad nods, and he picks up two others. “Neither do these.” 

“So this has been going on for at least a month,” you say bitterly. “Great.”

Your dad says your name, quieter this time, and when you finally look at him his eyes have softened. 

“We’re going to figure this out,” he says. “This is a threat against an FBI agent’s family, and it will be treated accordingly. Forensics is doing tests on all the original copies to try and find a lead. The whole BAU will be on your case—I will be on it, and we won’t rest until we find whoever’s doing this.” 

“Yeah,” you say numbly. “You sure that’ll help? Because it looks like all this is happening because I’m your daughter.” 

“I know this is scary,” he says. “This… this is nothing like you’ve ever dealt with before. You shouldn’t have to deal with it. But you have to trust my team. We know what we’re doing.” 

“Of course you know what you’re doing,” you say. “You’re always here.” 

Your words have no bite behind them, more of an instinct as you grab your purse from the ground. You can feel the pinpricks of incoming tears, and you refuse to cry in front of your dad. 

“I— I need a minute,” you say. “This is all just—” 

“I understand,” he says. “Just don’t go far. Stay on this floor.”

You nod and start towards the door, but you pause right before you reach it. Your mouth opens as you try to think of something to say, but it falls shut just as quickly. You shake your head as you reach for the door handle, but before you get the chance, it swings open and you’re met with a familiar face. 

Spencer Reid, the kid your dad likes more than you. He’s nothing less than surprised to see you, from his stumbled step back, the slightly wide eyes, his hand poised to knock on the door. 

A mumbled apology falls from your lips as you move around him, and you can still feel his eyes on you as you speed off. You wonder what ideas he and the rest of the BAU have drawn up about you since your last visit to the office. 

You don’t really care. 

True to your word, you don’t go far—just to the bathroom. Thankfully it’s close, because the moment you make it to one of the stalls, knees stinging as you fall to the tiled floor, you vomit. 

By the time you’ve expelled the contents of your stomach, it feels just as empty as the rest of you. You stare at the wall, breathing slightly harried and skin warm to the touch, and you resist the urge to punch it. 

You have a stalker. Someone has been watching you for a month—at least a month, maybe longer—and you had no fucking clue, and now your only decent hope lies with your dad and his team. 

Normally, you wrote off anything depending on your dad as fruitless, but this involved the thing he loved more than anything in the world: his job. 

You huff a wry laugh at the thought. This wouldn’t get solved because it concerned you, it would get solved because it concerned his job. 

You stand up and walk over to the sink. You rinse your mouth, then just stare at yourself in the mirror. 

It— it feels strange. Looking at yourself like this, knowing someone has been—still is—watching you. 

You recall their words. 

Pretty little thing. 

You don’t care about her, but I do. 

A chill crawls up your spine. You can’t shake the dread settling all over you. 

What the fuck are you going to do?

You have to trust your dad, but you’ve never trusted your dad. God, he’s not even really your dad. He’s Senior Supervisory Special Agent Jason Gideon, nothing more—the estranged kid is an unfortunate side effect of the estranged wife.

You let out another breathy laugh. Would he even care if this psycho actually ends up killing you? 

You stand there for another couple minutes, time idling in the background as you continue to stare at the mirror. 

You haven’t cried, at least. That’s certainly something.

The door opens ever so slightly and someone says your name. Your eyes flick to the mirror almost immediately as your body tenses, and you recognize her as one of the BAU’s agents. She’s pretty and blonde with sympathetic eyes, and you know they’ve been briefed on your situation. 

If you have to deal with an office of pitying looks, you think you might lose your mind. 

“Are you alright?” she asks softly. 

“Just peachy,” you mumble. “My dad ask you to check up on me?” 

She nods. “You can imagine why Gideon is a bit high strung at the moment.” 

“I’m fine,” you repeat. “I just… needed a second.” 

“I understand,” she murmurs. “Do you still need some time?” 

“What do you need?” 

“Gideon wants to talk to you. It’s best if he explains it.” 

You huff a laugh and shake your head. “Fine. Lead the way, Agent…” 

“Jareau,” she supplies. “But call me JJ, please.” 

In lieu of a response, you walk over to her. She offers a thin smile and holds the door for you, then falls into step with you. A moment of silence passes before she speaks up. 

“We’re going to figure this out,” JJ says. “Your dad is one of the best to walk through these doors. If anyone can solve this, he can.” 

“So I keep hearing,” you murmur. 

-

Spencer watches you hurry off with wide eyes, and it takes a few seconds for him to snap out of it. He’s less surprised by your pace, and more surprised that you actually apologized for bumping into him. 

“Reid,” Gideon speaks up, and his attention snaps back over to his superior. “What do you need?” 

“Is she okay?” he asks instead. He can’t help it—after what Hotch just told all of them, he’s worried about you. 

Gideon gathers the photos back into the file then stands up. “Our job is to make sure she will be.”

“Hotch briefed us,” he says, and his eyes darted back to the doorway almost on instinct. “This— this is crazy. We just found out about her last month, and some guy’s been after her for longer?” 

“What this is is one of my enemies targeting my daughter because they’re too much of a coward to go after me,” Gideon says evenly. “We just have to figure out which one before they escalate.”

“How do you know?” he asks. 

“What you said is true,” he admits. “Hardly anyone knows I have a daughter. Even fewer would know where she lives. Someone who wants to hurt me would have incentive to discover both.” 

“So we look into unsubs you’ve put away that have been released,” Spencer says. “Or ones that are still in, but have family that might be bitter.”

“Exactly,” Gideon nods. “But I have to ask something of you, Reid.”

He frowns. “Anything.”

“We’re working on getting a safe house for my daughter,” Gideon says. “I need you to stay there with her.” 

Somehow, his frown deepens. “What?”

“I need to know she’s with someone I can trust,” he says. “There’s someone after her, and we don’t know who—that means we need to keep this circle tight.”

“So you want me to be her bodyguard?” Spencer marvels. “Do you remember that you had to waive all my physical tests?”

“Less of a bodyguard,” he says. “More just… keeping her company. Making sure she’s alright—mentally as much as physically.”

“Why am I the one that has to keep an eye on her?” Spencer asks. “She hates me!” 

“Don’t take it personally,” Gideon says. “She hates a lot of things.” 

“But it is personal,” Spencer insists. “She hates me because she thinks you like me more than her.” 

Gideon doesn’t seem phased at the comment. “She’s opinionated, but she’s harmless. And right now, I need to know that she’s with someone I can trust.”

“I— I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Please, Reid.” Gideon leans forward, and there’s an uncharacteristic vulnerability in his eyes. "If I'm going to be on this case, I need to know that she's safe. I won't be able to focus otherwise."

Spencer wasn’t going to lie—he genuinely thought it was a bad idea. But… Gideon said he trusted him. And this was his daughter—they might’ve argued, but they still cared about each other. if he could keep Lila Archer safe, he could keep you safe. 

“…Okay,” he finally concedes. “Okay.”

Gideon nods, and he watches the change in his eyes, the slightest bit of tension leaving his shoulders. “Thank you.”

“Just… make sure there are two bedrooms,” Spencer says. “I don’t need her to kill me one day in.”

At that, he cracks a rare smile. Spencer is thankful for it, that he can bring even the smallest amount of levity to Gideon’s life right now. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

-

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Your dad says your name, but you hardly let him finish. 

“No! First I find out I have a stalker, then my whole life’s going to be uprooted until you find them, and now I have to be stuck with boy genius?”

“You know, we’re about the same age—”

“Do you ever stop talking?” you cry, whirling on Spencer.

“I actually don’t talk that much when I’m around you,” Spencer says, his brows creasing. “This is the third time I’ve met you, and I’ve only said nine sentences across those meetings. Thirteen, if you count all of these too.”

You let out a strained laugh as you shake your head, trying to blink back tears. “This is fucking unbelievable. I know he’s practically your son, but this is just—”

“A safety precaution,” your dad interrupts. “Doctor Spencer Reid is another one of the BAU’s finest agents, and he is fully qualified to keep you safe.”

“He looks like a strong breeze could snap him in half.”

“This is not a joke,” your dad says sternly. “None of this is a joke. Your life is in danger—you have a stalker that has been watching your every move for at least a month, and we have no idea what their next move will be. Doctor Reid is more experienced than you in every facet of this, and I am entrusting him to your care. I respect him immensely, and you will do so as well.”

You don’t even look at Spencer, quiet rage simmering beneath the surface as you stare at your father.

“You really don’t get it,” you murmur. “Do you?”

“The only thing to get is that your life is in increasing danger with every moment you spend pushing against me,” your dad says, and he stands up. “Get your purse. Reid, get her duffle. We’re leaving.”

He leaves before you get the chance to do anything—you assume he’s finally tired of you. 

You just shake your head and pick up your purse, and Spencer clears his throat as he reaches for your duffle bag. You wonder if it even has anything useful—Aaron Hotchner was the one who packed it. 

“…So,” Spencer says. “I guess we’re gonna be roommates for a while.”

You huff in fully unveiled annoyance, and you push past him on your way out. 

“Great,” he mutters to himself as he follows you. “So this is what Gideon’s trust earns me.” 

It doesn’t take him too long to catch up to you, despite the unnecessary quick pace you’re taking. You bypass the elevator and head towards the stairwell, and Spencer catches the door before it’s able to slam on him. 

He says your name, but you just shake your head. 

“If we’re gonna be stuck together until this is over, I’d prefer silence.” 

“I don’t really do silence,” Spencer says. 

“I’m sure there’ll be plenty of books for you to read in whatever jail cell they throw me in.” 

“It’s actually going to be a pretty nice safe house,” he starts, throwing his hand up against the wall to catch himself from running into it as he turns, because god you are moving fast, “Gideon picked it out himself.” 

“Oh, then it’ll definitely be a jail cell,” you mock. “It’s not like he knows anything about me, so he’ll probably think that it’s perfect.” 

Spencer frowns. “Cut him some slack. This is all just as hard on him as it is on you.” 

You come to a sudden stop, whirling around to face him, and Spencer has to reel to the side to prevent himself from running into you. Had he not already been pressed up against the wall, he would have moved back further, what with the fire blazing in your eyes. 

“I’m not going to cut him any slack,” you spit. “This is the most time I’ve gotten to spend with my dad in months, and it’s only because some creep is stalking me to get back at him. The only reason I’m in this at all is because of his job that he cares about more than me, and now he’s sticking me with the guy that he wishes was his kid. So no, Doctor Reid—I’m not going to cut him any slack.” 

You’re already off on your way again before Spencer even has time to blink, and you’ve made it down the whole last flight by the time he pushes himself back up. 

He takes the steps three at a time to catch up to you, and he once again barely manages to catch the door before it slams on him. He calls your name, finally managing to fall into step with you right before you reach Gideon. He, like a normal person, deigned to take the elevator. 

“You haven’t started arguing already,” he says, passing a glance at Spencer, “have you?” 

“What do you think?” you ask, your arms crossed. 

“I think you’re giving him a hard time that you usually reserve for me,” he says. “Cut him some slack.” 

Your jaw clenches. “I’ve been getting a lot of that lately. Save the profiling for my stalker, will you?”  

“There’s plenty of profiling to go around,” Gideon says. “You two wait here—I need to confirm the safe house location before we head out.” 

“Can we stop by my place before we go?” Spencer asks. “I need to pick up some things.” 

“You have a go bag, don’t you?” 

“Yeah, but I— I wasn’t exactly prepared for this sort of thing when I came in today.” 

“You’ll be fine,” Gideon says. He walks off before Spencer can protest, and he sighs. 

You lean against the wall, your arms crossed with your purse hanging off your shoulder, and for once you don’t pass judgment on his—admittedly small—plight. 

“I changed my mind,” Spencer speaks up, deciding to try and break the remarkably high amount of tension that had built up in such a short time, and your eyebrows rise as you glance at him. 

“About what?” 

“I— I think I can do silence,” he says. “Temporarily.” 

You huff a laugh. “Really?” 

“I don’t really want to annoy you while we’re stuck together in an undisclosed location,” he says. “I don’t know what you’re capable of.” 

And for the first time since Spencer has met you, you actually smile. It’s the smallest thing, just a slight tilt of your lips that’s more akin to Hotch’s moments of levity than anything, but it’s a smile. 

“...Good choice,” you say. It feels like a joke, but Spencer isn’t sure. 

He smiles anyway. You meet his eyes, and for a moment, you’re just another girl. Someone that Spencer could imagine himself stealing glances at in a lecture hall, a regular at his favorite coffee shop that he falls for over the course of an especially cold winter, someone he meets on a night out with the team that he ends up talking to all night. 

You really do have pretty eyes. 

And then your gaze hardens, darts away from him, and Spencer sees Gideon coming back in his peripherals. The moment fractures. 

You’re not just a girl. You’re Gideon’s daughter, you’re in a remarkable amount of danger, and lest he forget, you do in fact hate him. 

Spencer lets out another short sigh. 

At least this safe house won’t have a pool.

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pairing: george russell x wolff!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: jus insanely fluffy, some sexual innuendo

summary: in which your boyfriend becoming an uncle sends your hormones into overdrive

a/n: idk who the baby is irl btw HAHAH jus guessing & im too lazy to find out doing whatever i want for the plot sooo jus allow it

request!!!: could i request something with george russell dating wolff!reader? anything cute and fluffy tbh

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user30 hahahahahahahahahahahaha

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