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BIRDS OF A FEATHER

yandere batfam x neglected! rogue! reader | sfw

CW! female reader, overstepping boundaries, Stockholm Syndrome, ALL PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS, manipulation, isolation, guilt tripping, victim blaming, jealousy (from batkids), over protective batfam, fluffy but like f-ed up if you consider the context, hurt comfort (again f-ed up way), tim "stalker" drake, dick grayson being a little shit too

Summary! Growing time meant more suspicious people. The Justice League in curiosity of how the Batfamily had yet to find you. The people in question; Batman and Nightwing dealt with the League. the family as a whole truly work hard to keep you in their claws.

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✎ᝰ.this is just exposition honestly but I got things planned >:) *rubs hands together evily*

Decorated with black lace at the wrists you flexed your fingers. Stephanie forever moving at a pace that you couldn't help but envy.

Perhaps if you were faster then you'd be gone. Unfortunately you never achieved training like that of her and your other siblings. The blonde always dressing you up and making sure your white streak always showing bright and proud.

As if what you did was okay.

"Oh! Looking nice [ ]!" Tim asked as he entered the room. "What's this for?" He asked Stephanie who was hard at work.

"Cass and Damian wanted to teach her how to dance."

You didn't get a choice in the matter. Not that you ever did, and especially no choice in this makeover she was giving you.

"Gotta dress the part I guess." Tim mused with a whistle. His eyes drifting to your hands and then the white streaking. Stalking eyes always made you uncomfortable. Both he and Cass always looking at you like that.

They weren't shy in their curiosity.

The dress itself was black; remincent of Morticia Addams. Your sleeves draping over, and flooding out at the feet.

"Haven't seen B and Dick this morning. Have any idea why? They had breakfast then fled out." Stephanie asked as she carefully placed a necklace on you. Her hands avoiding touching your skin.

You shivered. Heart dropping to your stomach as your skin got a cold breeze against your skin. Bare skin so close, and yet you no longer seemed to deny it.

"Justice League wanted them to come up. Not doubt they heard about [ ]." Tim laughed, bitterly you noted. "You're famous, sis."

"Oh..." Perhaps the Justice League against their most trusted members would save you. From being isolated in this house. A home full of seven other devils disguised as birds.

"Don't worry [ ]! We'll protect you from everyone that wants to take you away." Stephanie concluded as she added final touches. "Ya know considering you won't be able to attend anymore galas at this point we might as well dress you up! In fact let's get all of us to dress up!"

"Ah! I see." Tim mused with narrowed eyes. Burning into you're skin and looking up and down like a predator. "You won't join us then, so we can host our own private little dances with you." Without fear he touched your white streak.

"I'll get everyone Steph. I'll be back!" Tim left and now you were left with Steph who was now busy with planning out makeup for the others.

Left with your thoughts you realized that the Justice League knew about you. The intent to see if the family had found you yet. Truth coming to light that you never left them like you planned.

Trapped in this house of people who hadn't showed affection to you, and now they were. Touch was given and you couldn't accept it but unfortunately you melted every single time.

Every single day you melted faster and faster, as days passed.

And melted you did in way Duke held your hands as you danced. The boy himself struggled with dancing, and Damian was yelling at him to get it right.

His hands touching the lace of your hands. A soft and nervous smile as he stared at you with the most guilty eyes imaginable. The man always being able to make you guilty just by looking into his eyes.

You looked away and at you guys feet.

You tripped and the boy narrowly avoided your neck as his hand drifted to catch you by the back. His strength easily holding you up. A bright voice of laughter expressed from him, while you yelped.

A body that belonged to you, too fast for your liking, melted as the boy brought you back. Twirling feet on the dance floor as Motzart played from a speaker.

"You're on 2! Not 3!" Damian yelled. Jealously evident in his eyes. Poor thing having not been able to hide his jealousy. Cassandra only stared blankly. Glaring at Duke who paid no mind.

Only continuing to smile at you. Intent on keeping you're attention on him.

There were giggles at Duke blatantly ignoring Damian's words. The demon brat himself was growing impatient and tapping his foot on the marble floor.

"Thomas! You let go of her this instant!" Jealously wasn't hidden at all in his voice. "It's my turn! And you'll dance with Cain!"

The girl made a noise but rolled with it anyway. Duke whined a complaint as Damian pulled on his well-made suit so that he could separate from you.

Left in middle of the ballroom looking on at how Damian was pushing for Duke to go away. To get away from you. As it should be, but all in an effort so that Damian could dance with you.

They all seemed to want to. Even Jason who was less inclined to give you the affection of touch wanted to dance with you just as much. He and Tim were glaring at each other at the moment. A silent battle of who would get to you first.

Once again, as if prey in a room full of predators. Or a worm in a room full of birds.

"There, that problem is gone." Damian concluded. Immediately grabbing your hands without warning. You flinched at his touch, and boy made a noise at it. "Do I make you scared?" It was scary how low his voice got.

"Don't be afraid of me. I'm only doing what is in your best interest."

Quite perplexing statement for a fourteen year old. You were only as old as Duke, and somehow the boy younger that you two felt like he was older, and much smarter at times.

You nodded silently.

"You don't talk anymore. You need to talk more, sister." That nickname of endearment rang heavy off of his tongue. Damian was always expressing it, unlike before to which he barely acknowledged you.

"Talk to me."

Breathing hitching you stared into Damian's green eyes, "What is there to talk about?" You're voice hoarse from crying all night. You couldn't deny you're predicament. Trapped in this house, and simply kept prisoner from the world with the use of affection, and the basic hands of loving siblings and a father.

"What is the point in saying anything? There's not much i can say."

Damian said nothing. His grip only getting tighter just as the music stepped up in tempo.

"About what?" The child inquired. Titling his head as you two glided across the marble floor. Damian's voice was scary. To scary, but he was an ex-assassin. You shouldn't have expected much. "Is it the very fact we've imprisoned you in this house?" He raised a brow. Inquiring a reaction from you.

"It is for your protection." He got too close. Swaying with you elegantly despite a few missteps from you. "An apology too. Gotham. The whole world is after you, dear sister." Damian huffed. Adhering the fact what he was saying was obvious.

"They want you imprisoned, and people such as the Penguin want to go knows what with you." Darkness seeped like venom. Damian's eyes layered over. Green almost glowing despite the bright ballroom.

Your breath hitched.

"We lost you once, and something worse could have happened. Because of what we've done you left and caused this."

Your braine sparked with Jason's words. His subtle jab of insinuating this was all you're fault. Damian was doing the same, but...he was blaming them all...himself.

"Damian...you're a child-"

"It does not matter. We never should have listened to Drake." A growl was low. It was true. If it hadn't been for Tim, then maybe this wouldn't have happened.

But...this power was terrifying.

"Don't blame him." A whimper broke from your lips. Damian looked with narrowed eyes that softened ever so slightly. "Please."

Subtle manipulation from you. It seemed to work because Damian nodded slowly. "Anything for you. Anything to atone for what I've done to you. After all, my own biological sister. We're truly the only ones worthy-"

"Aye! My turn!" Jason's voice roared.

"No! My turn!" Stephanie and Tim's voice mixed in a yell against Jason. After that they started arguing with each other.

Beside them Cassandra was still looking on blankly with those dark eyes of hers. Duke was still pouting. Rubbing his hands with those eyes still looking sad and guilty.

"[ ] will choose, imbeciles." Damian concluded as he let go of your hands. You looked at him in shock. He'd given you a choice, but not an option to opt out. Nevertheless, an option.

"Well sister?" Everyone looked at you expectingly. You're eyes squinted with sweaty palms beneath your gloves. Heart swelled with anxiety... and dare you say warmth. Twisted warmth of these above all monsters.

Softly you called out, "Cassandra."

You'd never get out of this place by this point. Not if you kept melting for them all. But it proved futile.

You wanted love, and maybe somewhere in the world they'd stop you. You didn't know what to do.

So right now you just took Cassandra's gentle hand, and she led you into waltz to Swan Lake.

"Why do you think they called us?" Nightwing's voice was emotionless. Expression blank beneath his domino mask. Seemingly looking at Batman, who was in his costume.

The bat grunted.

Nightwing whistled, "Thought so. They were gonna say something eventually." Brows curving over. His contempt for this meeting show of how he glared at his hands. "The others are teaching her how to dance." He whined. " and I couldn't be there."

"We'll make this quick." Batman assured. His voice just as blank, but there was an edge to it. His paranoia no doubt going into overdrive over leaving you alone. Even if his other kids and Alfred were capable of protecting you he stilled feared.

'NIGHTWING & BATMAN'

Zetatubes announced them at the Watchtower. Stepping out they were met with the Justice League's founding members; Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Lantern, and Martian Manhunter.

"Batman and Nightwing." Superman greeted them with wobbly smile. Both of the vigilante's eyes narrowed. "Glad you could make it."

"I'm sure you two know why we called you here?" J'onn softly asked. The two nodded while taking seats.

"The girl, [ ] Wayne. You've haven't found her yet?" Green Lantern asked with a raised brow. "She's a normal girl isn't she? She shouldn't be too hard to find?"

"GL." Flash frowned. "How's Mr.Wayne? If you don't mind me askingm?"

No one noticed, expect Nightwing of how Batman's subtle breathing in. Seething on the inside of how he failed his daughter. "Distraught."

"Oh, I see." Flash looked at the table. Not a lick of suspicion.

"Yes, we wanted to give our help if it's needed." Wonder Woman smiled gently. Sweet, but no, they wouldn't give you over.

"Why do you want to help? You know the rule?" Nightwing raised a brow. "And I work in Bloodhaven. There's no real reason why I'm here?" It was hard to hide his anger. He wanted to be back home dancing with his sister.

"Uh..."Flash mumbled.

"You were Robin." Superman smiled. Always the second, more like third, but nonetheless, he tried to comfort. "Perhaps you've heard anything in Bloodhaven too, and if you've two have been working together on this." He was nervous. Nightwing felt sad for the Kryptonian that he was doing this, but for you he would.

"Do you plan to bring her into custody?" Batman asked accusatory. Nightwing brought a hand to his armored arm.

"Spooky? What's up your ass?" Green Lantern smirked, but it was faltered in hesitation. Fear possibly due to Batman's unusual un-stoic voice.

The Justice League looked around, "Of course not." Diana finished. "The poor girl. It was an accident and no doubt she is scared. The video footage proves it happened spure of the moment." She smiled again. "We want to help."

"We can talk with the victim's family, and Gotham itself. The government as well. This girl...she didn't mean to." Superman flashed a familiar look. Times under control when he caused harm. He didn't want to, but things happened. Superman related to you.

Batman and Nightwing couldn't deny the jealousy bubbling.

"I see." Batman stood up. "If that is all we will be going. We see it as we need no help. We will find her with all our might." The vigilante looked at J'onn who was looking on blankly.

"Do you think we're lying, Martian Manhunter?" Nightwing titled his head.

"Of course not. You both are very on edge." J'onn raised a hand.

Batman grunted, "Quite busy as well. With [ ] Wayne's dissappearance; there are many people and groups after her. Many are being a problem and are inhibiting our investigation." He grunted a goodbye.

Nightwing waved, "We'd like to keep this to Gotham! It be safer for [ ] Wayne. Having so many heroes look for her may give the wrong impression. We'll find her."

The dynamic duo left with no more questions to be asked. They didn't wait. The Justice League only stared on as they left from the Watchtower.

"They are hiding something." Green Lantern claimed with an accusatory tone.

"Batman never does things without a reason. I'm sure he'll tell us what it is at some point." Diana said back. "And yes I've heard Gotham has been a bit wild as of late."

"I wish he'd let us help." Superman pouted just a bit. "And they were acting strange. J'onn?"

"Yes, even without my mind reading i can tell they are holding something back. Something...dark."

"I'm here!" Dick's voice was gleeful as he entered the ballroom. Already squealing when seeing you dressed in your best.

"So beautiful!" You welped as his arms pulled you against his chest. Body confused on whether to pull away or to stay.

"Hey, Dickface. Its still my turn." Jason made his size imposing. A curving brow at Dick who wasn't fazed at all.

The oldest pouted, "You've gotten to see her all day! Don't you wanna dance with your biggest brother!" His face smothered into your hair. You were frozen as the man narrowly avoided your bare skin. Dick seemed to have no care in the world of what could happen him.

"Jason and I were just about to dance." Quietly you spoke. You didn't know what to do. You were scared of Dick's expression at your words.

"Oh.." You shivered at how his voice dropped, "then can I be next."

"I'm next. It's a cycle." Tim raised a brow. His hands seeming to itch. "Don't you have patrol?"

"Nope! Batwoman is taking over!" Dick giggled. "So when can I go with my little sister?!" He asked with a forced smile. Everyone could tell. Predators fighting over a piece of meat.

"You can go after me." Stephanie grinned widely.

Dick hummed. That smile tightening jealously.

"Please behave." Bruce was pouting by the door. His arms crossed as he leaned against the door. "Share [ ]. She isn't some object to hog."

How hypocritical. This entire family was keeping you in a cage, as if you were a bird yourself. Whether bat or bird you were trapped inside a golden cage.

"Go ahead, Jason."

He grinned, and took you dancing to the music of Merry-Go-Round of Life. Everyone watched happily, but that jealousy wasn't missed. Bruce made sure everyone was on their best behavior.

"You're getting better. Took me a bit of time to get the hang of it." Jason grinned cheekily. You nodded.

You're lips itched to smile. You mustn't because what was happening was wrong. No matter how much you enjoyed all of this. They've all pushed back against your boundries.

And Tim did so the most. The little creep thar he was. Fascination with your power. It was other being. The ability to take a person's energy, or even powers as hypothesized, was a venture to explore.

Despite Tim's creepiness you did comend his want to keep it respectful, but even so, he and the others pushed back to touch you. To hold your hand, or in this case; dance with you.

His touch was never hurtful though. Cassandra and Damian would keep a firm grip on you, like you would go away if they let go. Tim was always gentle in holding your hand.

"You like the music I chose?" Tim asked gleefully. You nodded. It was quite the tune of classical music. "It's Mozart." He smiled wide. It felt less creepy.

"Trust me. We'll get down to what your ability is and it's limits."

You shivered at his words. Like some scientist. "I don't mean to push but at some point I'll need you let me test skin to skin contact with you."

You shook your head. The music seemed to drown out as you and Tim entered a tensed world. "It's why we do this. Hug you and pull you wherever we want. You need to get used to touch." Narrowed blue eyes. Like a burning sun.

"Gloved or not." His hold on your hands gripped tightly but not hurtful. Not gripping in a way similar to Cassandra or Jason as of before. "So please bend to our need. This way we'll keep you safe."

The song was beginning to end. Tim on one knee and hold your gloved hands. A soft smile with those narrowed blue eyes. Almost glowing as Damian's were a few moments ago.

He kissed you're gloved hand, "We love you. Don't you know that? Believe me when I say that."

Would you deny you're cries. Inner screaming in your throat. Tim's gentle plea despite all he and the others have done.

Truly, do you have the heart to deny them after all they've tried to atone?

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cinderellion · 15 days ago

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oh to be 13 years old again, staying up late to read fanfiction

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cinderellion · 16 days ago

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It was funny make this lol

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cinderellion · 17 days ago

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Superman 2025 Incorrect Quotes 1/?

inspo

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cinderellion · 17 days ago

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Not done yet, Michael.

#fnaf #michael afton

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cinderellion · 18 days ago

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Requests Are Back Open!

I await your fluffy or feral asks >:)

#reqs open #requests

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cinderellion · 18 days ago

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OBSESSIVE EYES

creepypasta x reader | sfw

CW! gn reader, civilian reader, human/civillian reader, hurt no comfort (for r), stalking, mentions of murder (jeff & toby) , yandere behavior, blood drinking & mentions of cannibalism (e.j), one-sided romantic relationship, tw for abelism (toby) but very minor, you can tell who's my favorite

Summary! What it's like being stalked by them.

˖꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷

JEFF THE KILLER

It felt utterly suffocating. Sometimes you would catch the glimpse of a smile. Something so sadistic and possessive.

In your bedroom is where you felt it most. The forest that faced your window that you would always close with blinds and curtains.

EYELESS JACK

Beneath the bed and inside the closet felt so insidious. So evil. Something dwelling deep into darkness as soon as you settled into bed.

Never to mention the countless of others, whether creepy with you or not, found dead with stab wounds. In their houses or where they settled with blood along the wall saying the most deplorable about them.

Body parts from them made it clear, from whoever, wanted you to themselves. A lone bloody heart in a box. Horror mattered none the killer.

When you eventually meet him in the darkness of your room you've finally realized the horrid venture he'd been on.

Jeff the Killer wanted you, and was gonna do whatever to make sure you followed his advancements.

Especially if you wanted to stay alive.

It started when you found you're window open, and yet no stitch from where your kidney was.

Yet a slit in your wrist was prevalent and stitched up.

Reports of many saying windows were open, and one of their kidneys were gone. You'd been the exception.

Finding good and nutritious food for you in your house. Things you've never bought then because it wasn't time for groceries yet. Whoever broke into your home was apparently concerned with your health and what you were eating.

Clothes you've never bought. Ones that always fit you perfectly. Too perfectly; as if they knew every mesurment of your body.

The woods were haunting. They always were, and you'd sometimes find a hint of blue hiding in the darkness. Sometimes when going to asleep you'd see a glimpse of something in the window.

And when you wake up you'd find something above you. A blue masked man above you with a scalpel in hand. A wrist in his mouth and drinking you're blood.

You got an idea of what he was doing with the kidneys. A soft whisper from the monster who with a smile grazed you with his black nails.

"Sweet."

A dark whisper of glee to find any fear. You're blood, and in fact entire being endearing.

You were something of good food for him, and he'd keep you good and done, and you'd do so if you wanna keep living.

And one day if you grew to love him like he wanted after providing for you groceries and clothes;

Provide him you're kidney as a special gift.

TICCI TOBY

When a boy with tourettes was getting bullied you stepped in. Wearing a mask, and his eyes wide and watching in awe as you chased away those bullies.

He thanked you for chasing away people who bullied him for his condition.

For the longest time after that you've felt like you're being watched. Anytime you've recieved a hard time by another they'd be dead by the next day.

Sooner or later everyone started to avoid you. It didn't take long for you to feel the affects of loneliness. Even your friends started to pull away from you. It deeply saddened you, and it didn't take long to quickly notice the stalker in your wake.

That boy watching you with that same intensity. Seeming to anxious to come to you. An axe in his hands and it was drenched in blood.

Maybe even a head hanging from his hand. Someone who was previously you're friend. Someone who did you wrong, and they were dead.

He wanted you to be happy. Couldn't bare you being treated badly, and he was conversations he could protect you like this.

For now, you'd live your life in the wake of a stalker, and would kill for your comfort. You needed to be safe and loved.

But did he realize it was pushing everyone else away from you. Sooner or later you'd be his and you alone would have him only.

#creepypasta x reader #jeff woods x reader #jeff the killer x reader #eyeless jack x reader #toby rogers x reader #ticci toby x reader #gn reader #jeff the killer x you #eyeless jack x you #ticci toby x you

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cinderellion · 18 days ago

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#madoka magica #pmmm

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cinderellion · 19 days ago

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diabolical

Afton household circa 1983

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cinderellion · 20 days ago

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cinderellion · 20 days ago

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POCKY CHALLENGE

perfect crime trio x reader | sfw

CW! separate drabbles for each, gn reader, drabbles, sexual content for ranpo, romantic leaning

Summary! You get them to do the pocky challenge!

˖꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷

RANPO EDOGAWA

You're boyfriend was damn too annoying. He knew of you're wants and refused you because he could.

"Please Ranpo! You can part with one!." You pleaded with the detective. He only rolled his eyes. Still closed as he continued to suck on his lollipop.

"These are mine!" Like a child he whined. Swinging himself onto the floor while bringing the box of pocky to his chest.

Huffing you pouted. Then getting an idea. If there was one thing Ranpo liked more than the taste of his snacks it was you. Which he noticed you had that thought as soon as you got it.

You smiled with intent, "C'mon. If you didn't this with me you'll get something better that your snacks." Teasingly you lifted your sweater to reveal your stomach.

"You little minx. Always teasing me with something more." Ranpo grinned. His cheeks flushed a little pink. Despite his previous words he opened the box of pocky and pulled out one strawberry flavored pocky stick.

"This?" Ranpo flexed his brows. Swinging the stick in front of you. "Yes." You made a 'hmph' sound as you settled right between his thighs.

The pocky already between his fingers as you slowly took a bite on your end. Ranpo grinned more wide as he much slowly took a bite.

It was slow and intimate. Ever the little devil he opened his eyes to make shiver go down your spine. Lips getting closer and Ranpo grabbed your hips tight and pulled you close.

A final bite from Ranpo as he all too passionately took your lips. You whined as he pulled you tight against him. Bodies rubbing against each other pretty roughly.

"You little shit-"

He bit your lip. "You love it, sweetheart."

EDGAR ALLAN POE

"Eddie! I wanna try something with you." You turned on your heel around the corner. The man you called your boyfriend jumped. Turning with a single eye looking frightening.

"Oh dear. What is it?" He smiled gently. Those eyes and that smile were so pretty. Edgar was a pretty person in general.

"Pocky challenge. You know what that is?" You leaned in on him. Watching how his very pale skin went plain red. "Uhhh-"

The man looked down. Making sure his inked-pen would fling against his wonderful done hand writing. "I believe i saw something. It has something to do with pocky and two people?" He titled his head like a little cat.

"Yes! Precisely!" You watched gleefully as he erupted in red. The cause being you climbing into his lap. "Two people take one pocky stick and see who can finish it."

"Huh?"

"I'll show you."

Taking a chocolate flavor pocky stick and resting it between your lips. Going forward and placing the other end against Edgar's lips. His face going redder than ever.

Slowly with lots of hesitation he bit down on the stick. You made another bite and he did too. And so, the two of you continued you the game. The closer both of your faces getting to each other.

He face hot to the touch you are grabbed onto his face. Cupping your hands as he took the final bite. Lips pressing tight against each other. A deep and passionate kiss between the both of you.

"Good job." You giggled as he hid his face in your chest.

"You're so mean." His whine only made you laugh brightly.

MUSHITARO OGURI

"What the hell are you doing?"

Mushitaro leaned backward with a red face. You leaning towards him with one hand on his thigh, and one with a matcha flavored pocky stick.

"I wanna do a challenge with you." Pouting as you teasingly traced a heart against his cheek with the pocky stick. "Stop that!"

"Pleaseee!"

"The things I do for you." He rolled his eyes. "This stupid trend." He huffed as he watched you place the stick right between your lips. His hues watching your eyes glaze with mischief.

You placed arms along his shoulders and linking your fingers. His own fingers taking the pocky between his fingers to place it into his mouth. With furrowed brows and a flushed face he watched you bite down quick.

You were quick with your bites, and Mushitaro suddenly felt competitive. His biting down on his side just as quick. Body going close against his chest as the pocky got shorter and shorter.

He growled as you tickled his neck with your fingers. Mushitaro squeezing your sides, which caused you to yelp, and he took your lips hard and passionately.

"Watch yourself." His eyes layered with a look you were very familiar with.

"Never with you." You giggled before taking his lips against yours once again.

#bsd x reader #ranpo x reader #ranpo edogawa x reader #edgar allan poe x reader #poe x reader #mushitaro x reader #mushitaro oguri x reader #gn reader #fluff

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