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gotham-daydreams · 2 years ago

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[Yandere! Platonic! Neglectful Batfam × Gender Neutral! Sibling Reader]

[Warnings: Mentions of neglect, Mild Yandere Behavior, Batfam being hella stupid.]

(Not really proofread. The birds and bats seeing that y'know- maybe not paying attention to people and neglecting them isn't a good thing. Chaos ensues. More of a development thing. Might be a little ooc?)

Tags: @bigcandlesmolbrain

Chapter 2 of this post. Chapter 3 Pt. 1, Pt. 2. [Series Masterlist]

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Bruce liked to think he was a good father, for anything that was worth. Or at the very least, a decent one.

He wasn't perfect by any means, but he felt like he raised his children the best he could, and had made them into responsible and diligent adults. Dick was a great example of this, and even if Damian was still growing up, Bruce had hope that he'd turn out to be good as well. The hardships his current Robin had to face would pay off in the end, Bruce was almost too sure of that.

Those he decided to take under his wing had their flaws, yes, but even if he didn't say it out loud or point it out often. He did believe that they were good at what they do, or at least were on the right path to becoming good vigilantes. Bruce couldn't help but be proud and prideful of where his children and sidekicks were, and could only look forward to how they would continue to develop as time went on. Despite their feelings towards him, and his own faults, mistakes, paranoia, and so on. Along with how he felt about them, and their flaws — he couldn't help but respect the people those in his little mess of a family where becoming, and turning out to be.

Or maybe he was both overestimating and underestimating himself, and the true effects he had on those he decided to look after.

Since, for a few days now, he felt like something was... off.

The Manor seemed quieter these days, and even if he couldn't remember a time where it was particularly loud, the detail felt misplaced to him. Sure, he hasn't hosted a gala or party in a while, but that didn't feel like it was the reason why the silence suddenly bothered him.

Bruce tried to think of all possible reasons, a little surprised himself that this feeling of his was bothering him so much, but the more he thought about it the more confused he became. There didn't seem to be a particular reason for this... and yet, just as he was about to put this feeling aside, he heard it.

["I, um, I was just wondering..."]

["Oh, uhh, that's quite alright! Oh, one moment please... oh! Second chorus... T'was brilling, and the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble in the wade..."]

It sounded like some sort of... play? Bruce wasn't too sure, but still decided to check it out regardless, wondering why something like that was playing in the first place.

So, allowing the sounds of the play to guide him, he continued on.

["Why- why you're a cat!"]

The voices grew louder as Bruce drew closer, interest peaked as he tried to recall and see of he knew this play. The lines sounding familiar, now that he was really listening to them.

["A Cheshire Cat. All mimsy were the borogoves..."]

Once Bruce rounded the corner he saw a... familiar face on the screen.

A student play was being filmed, and the play itself was Alice in Wonderland.

Whereas Bruce didn't recognize the actor for Alice, he did recognize the actor for the Cheshire Cat, but couldn't quite put his finger on it...

Was... was that...?

"Y/n?" He whispered your name, voice barely above a whisper.

No, it couldn't be. You didn't participate in any plays, and surely if you did he would've known about it. Even then, that didn't explain why he was seeing this now. The play itself had to have been a recording, since you looked so young...

How long ago did this take place?

["Oh, wait! Don't go, please!"]

["Very well. Third chorus..."]

["Oh no, no, no... thank you, but- but I just wanted to ask you which way I ought to go."]

["Well, that depends on where you want to get to."]

["Oh, it really doesn't matter... as long as I g-"]

["Then it really doesn't matter which way you go! Ah-hmm.... and the momeraths outgrabe..."]

Bruce was staring so intensely at the screen that he hardly noticed how the lines and voices faded into the background. His focus centered on you, disbelief gnawing at the back of his head.

He had never seen you smile like that before, not during all the times he's seen you anyway. Even if those moments themselves were small and short from what he could remember, the smile you wore during your performance felt... new in a way. Like something he hadn't seen before — not on your face anyway. Though that wasn't the only thing that made Bruce feel weird as he watched the play.

It wasn't anything to do with your acting skills. They were fine for the most part — and honestly considering the age you probably were during the time of the play, they might've been above average, or even a little higher than that. Not even the girl who played Alice, who also did relatively well, was the source of this odd feeling.

It wasn't the costumes or the set up, or even the lighting, and how he could faintly see the silhouette of other actors and such just behind the curtain, because of the camera angle. No, it hardly had anything to do with anything like that, but, how should he put this...

... How come he didn't know about this? How come he wasn't aware of this play before? Let alone that they had a recording of it, and that you were even a part of it... but Bruce still felt bothered by this whole realization because, well.

Why didn't you tell him about this?

"Master Bruce?"

The sudden voice snapped Bruce out of whatever trance he was stuck in, as he whipped his head around to face the source of it.

He huffed softly, "Oh, hey Alfred." Bruce greeted calmly, acting as if the butler hadn't caught him off guard.

Alred couldn't help but raise a brow at that.

Almost in a silent, embarrassed way, Bruce glanced off to the side only to notice that the recording was still playing, and so he decided to ask about it. Since, if someone knew anything about anyone in this Manor, it would be Alfred.

"Say... what's this playing on the TV?"

"It's a recording of one of Master Y/n's plays, Master Bruce." Alfred answered simply, almost as if it was common knowledge. "Apologies if it's too loud, I decided to play it while cleaning. I can change it or turn it down if you'd like."

"No, no it's fine... but since when has Y/n acted in plays? I don't remember hearing about this." Bruce stated, confusion growing as another emotion began to swell in his chest. One he was all too familiar with, but ignored for the moment.

"Since middle school, if I recall correctly, but it was only while they were younger. Having only been in three school plays in total, I believe." Alfred moved closer to Bruce as he looked at the screen, eyes softening for a moment as he watched you move along the stage. You had grown up so much since then, and the stage fright you used to have felt like nothing more but a faint memory now.

You wouldn't believe how incredibly proud of you he is.

"It's a shame they didn't do any more afterwards, since it would've been nice to have a few more recordings of their performances, but I suppose that's what happens when you find a new passion." He looked back at Bruce. That previous softness in his gaze nowhere to be found.

There was a certain way how his eyes looked at the billionaire, as if expecting something. As if expecting this.

Alfred had higher hopes, but you had left for a reason. Even if he knew what that reason was, it was only now did he see it more clearly. Especially as he witnessed Bruce's face shift into one of shock and surprise.

"They've always told you, Master Bruce, but you're schedule has just always been too full." Alfred handed Bruce a piece of paper, and Bruce took it wordlessly, looking it over.

It was a flyer promoting a play — the Alice in Wonderland play that was still going in the background — with the dates and times listed below, along with some of the cast members. Your name stuck out like a sour thumb compared to the rest.

Bruce did remember seeing this before, but one thing did still confuse him as he looked back at Alfred.

"I'm pretty sure you gave this to me at the time, not Y/n."

"That I did, sir, but that was only because Master Y/n was having some trouble with catching you attention, because they had wanted to give you the flyer themself. So I offered to give it to you for them." Alfred replied truthfully, cleaning up a little more while he was at it, and leaving Bruce to his thoughts for the moment.

He didn't remember you trying to catch his attention... but if what Alfred says is true then that makes sense, even if it made Bruce feel bad in a way. The feeling growing a little more when he realized something Alfred had said.

"And this happened all three times?"

"You sound surprised, Master Bruce."

Bruce ran a hand through his hair, eyes pinned on the flyer as he pressed his pursed into a thin line. Countless thoughts floated around in his head, all of them jumbled up and messy as he just didn't know what to make of this. Missing one was probably fine, and maybe two at a push, but all three? How could he have missed every single one?

Sure he was busy, but he didn't think it was this bad. Did he just forget? How did he not notice such a thing had slipped right past him?

All Bruce could do was sigh. There was nothing he could do about it now, and even if there was a way to make it up to you, he didn't know where to start, or if that would change anything to begin with. Besides, he didn't even know how long it's been since these performances had happened.

...

Wait a minute-

"Alfred, how long ago was this?"

Alfred just looked at Bruce, brows just barely creased before he took a breath of his own.

"A few years ago, sir."

What?

At the look of disbelief on Bruce's face, Alfred could only stand and straighten himself out as he calmly asked, "How old do you think Master Y/n is, sir?"

"Oh, well, they're..."

... Bruce couldn't even think of an answer.

Obviously you had to be in highschool since it had been years since you've performed in a play, with the Alice in Wonderland play being one of them, but how old were you exactly? What year were you in? Were you a sophomore? Junior? Surely you weren't a freshman, but even then — what high school did you even go to? Bruce didn't think you were home schooled, or else he'd definitely notice that... or would he?

Oh no.

What if you already graduated? What if you already had gone and done something that not even Alfred knew about? Did you have a job? Where would you even work? Were you already in college? What college would you even go to? Did you manage to get a scholarship? What would be you major? Where would you be studying? Would you even stay in Gotham? Were you even old enough to be out on your own? Could you even drink yet? Could you drive? Did you own a car? Or even a motor bike? When was your birthday? Did it already pass? What's the month? The day? The year?

How old are you?

"I... I think I'm going to go and just check up on them." Bruce couldn't answer, and while he had a vauge idea. That's all it was, an idea. So he moved the subject along, and made his way up the stairs, leaving Alfred behind. Just watching as the world's greatest detective left the room, all because he couldn't figure out the age of one of his own kids. One he had chosen to take in and watch over like all the rest, and yet left behind all the same in the process.

Alfred could only sigh to himself as he paused the recording of the play. Ejecting the disc and putting it in its respective case, and placing it in its usual spot.

This was the only way, he decided. This was the only way.

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Bruce didn't feel much better by the time he reached your room. It took him mistakenly stumbling into two guest rooms before he finally reached it, and honestly he felt more regret over that alone.

Most of this time he hardly remembered that the room before him now was even occupied, let alone that you had claimed it as yours. What didn't help was that it was only now that he remembered introducing this space as your own, and yet he had forgotten that small detail so quickly.

Regardless, Bruce just pushed that all to the side as he knocked on the door, taking in a breath.

"Y/n?" He called out, only to get no respose. So he tried knocking again, but he still got nothing.

Sure, he was getting a little confused, but just pushed that to the side with everything else, as he stared down at the door knob.

... Should he?

He had to talk with you eventually, especially considering what he just figured out and how little he actually knew about you. He needed to talk with you. He couldn't just let this slide, not with what he knew now. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

So, be tried the knob, and was kind of surprised that it was unlocked. Though besides that little strange detail, he gently pushed the door open, and took a peak inside.

Oh. You weren't even here...

Bruce didn't know how to feel about that.

Regardless of that, however, he opened up the door a little wider, and stepped inside. What he saw only made him more confused, but also feel so much worse when he looked all over the room. How could this be...?

Various things were on your desk, shelves, and hung on the walls. Your room looked surprisingly clean, but honestly Bruce doesn't know what he was expecting. After all, he didn't even know your exact age or hardly anything about you, and even then — by the looks of things, he had missed out on so much more than he originally thought.

Trophies, awards, medals, and certificates were littered about your room. The very sight of them made the paper in Bruce's hands feel so much heavier, and yet he still held onto it as he further inspected the awards, and few pictures hung on your walls.

Every color was here, from bronze to silver to gold, and at some point it seemed you were able to get a consistent amount of silvers and gold. The awards themselves were from various events and activities that barely corresponded with each other. From fencing to swimming, and dance to pottery. From track and field to literacy, and gymnastics to cooking.

It was like you had tried to do so much of everything, and were trying to collect all of these awards from all of these different activities, rather than earn them because you deserved it for all your hard work and dedication to do that particular activity, but Bruce just couldn't understand why. Why go through all of the effort just to move on to the next thing? It... didn't make sense.

Right next to you black belt for martial arts, you had hung up the few medals you had gotten from track, and right below that were some awards you had for gymnastics. Beside your soccer trophies you had some kind of art award, and beside that was more awards and things you had received from playing and participating in other sports and activities. Bruce had no idea you were even into some of these things, but just from looking at your room, he could tell you weren't all that into or interested in some of the activities you did. Seeing as some activities and such had more awards when compared to others, but one thing in particular seemed to really catch your interest.

Music.

Not only did you have a whole wall and section of your room dedicated to it, but it felt more organized, and the placement of awards and such seemed more thought out in a way.

Countless awards littered the wall, and from the placement alone he knew you were proud of them. The pictures hung on the wall showed you shaking someone's hand as you either held up an award or album cover. You smiled, and Bruce could see how genuine it was as he felt like he could feel your happiness radiate off the photo itself. The people you were shaking hands with looked pretty happy themselves, and Bruce was a little surprised that he recognized them, but that made him feel more conflicted.

The people in those photos with you, were famous, and you had gotten those opportunities to meet them and shake their hand all by yourself.

All of these awards — they were only the finishing products of what you had spent all of your time doing. They were only small glimpses into the person you truly were, and as Bruce looked at the records you had hung on the wall, he could feel his own regret spilling out of his bleeding heart.

He wish he was there with you.

He wish that he had been there to see you even get half of these rewards that you undoubtedly deserved. He wish he got to hear the music you played, and what kind of songs you wrote. He wish he had been there to see you go on, and work your way up, with him being there as your support, and yet...

He had missed everything.

From the plays, to the matches you had, to the games you played in and competitions you participated in, and how could he forget your performances that even earned you such big, important awards. Awards that probably meant so much to you, because of how far it showed you had grown.

Bruce missed it all. Every little thing.

... He had to find you.

No if's or but's this time. No more excuses. He had to find you. Bruce needed to.

So he did a more thorough search of your room. Finally placing the flyer down on your desk as he looked around. He checked your closet, your bed, even under the picture frames, and moved some of the awards around, in order to better check and search for anything. Any hint that could point to where you had gone, and or where you might be. Any clue, any thing that could tell him about you.

He even made sure to take a mental note of the people in the photos, just in case he had to reach out to them and ask if they knew where you were by some off chance. Though that was only if Bruce was convinced that you weren't even in the Manor, and getting some extra information on you never hurt anyway. Seeing as he had a lot of catching up to do.

As he searched, he ran into various things. From equipment, art pieces — most of which were unfinished — and old notes, to other random items. Like an airsoft gun, some glass beakers, various ties, a pair of shades, a glasses frame, and a sewing kit next to a first-aid kit? Bruce didn't want to think about how the first-aid kit both looked used, and was empty.

Bruce even stumbled upon a fancy looking tuxedo he didn't remember buying you at all, but a small tag caught his eye and-

Oh, it was a gift from someone else, and with the note you left behind the tag — most likely with the intention of giving the tuxedo back — it was safe to assume that you and this person knew each other quite well...

Bruce just put the tux back. He would've gotten you a better one anyway if you had just asked, or if he even knew you needed one in the first place. Though regardless of that, he kept looking.

Eventually, he looked under your bed, and found a single box under there. Undisturbed... sitting innocently in the darkness.

Bruce didn't waste much time as he reached out and grabbed it, and placed it on your bed. There was a thin layer of dust on top of it, which Bruce found a little strange but kept in mind as he opened the box and looked inside. There, he saw a variety of notebooks and papers, and from the looks of things, the items in here had been collecting a bit of dust too...

When was the last time you touched these?

It seemed a little strange that these were tucked away from everything else, and clearly you didn't want other people going through it or even seeing them since you kept it so out of view. Were they diaries? Bruce would rather learn anything personal about you from yourself, he didn't want to go through your things like this, but considering the situation...

He sighed, and just picked up a random notebook. If this could help him find you, then so be it. He didn't want to do this but he couldn't leave you alone either. Not again.

Yet, he was so focused on looking through your things that he didn't even realize that someone had passed by, and noticed the odd room Bruce was in. A room that they themselves haven't seen before.

"Woah, what's this place? An old childhood room or something?" Dick asked as he invited himself into the room, mindlessly looking around, not really paying attention to anything in particular as he waltzed around.

"It's Y/n's room." Bruce stated bluntly, still looking over the dusty notebooks in the box. Some simply labeled 'Notes' or 'Practice', while one in particular was called 'Ideas/List & Progress' with little drawn sparkles around it. Another two weren't labeled with titles or words, and instead with small music notes doodled onto the cover in your favorite color. Though Bruce didn't know the color was your favorite.

Nevertheless, Bruce decided to look through one of the notebooks with music notes on it, completely missing how Dick had froze, and turned to look at him as if he was crazy.

"What? You've got to be kidding, right?" Bruce just gestured to one of the records on the wall, flipping through the notebook in his hand as he read through it quickly but carefully.

Dick, still not entirely convinced and honestly just really confused, looked at one of the records Bruce had gestured towards, and felt like he had just gotten ran over by a truck with how hard reality hit him. There your name was, signed and everything, with a well-known producer listened as well.

His eyes even darted to the other records, only to find the same thing, and for just one final check, he looked at one of the awards on the wall.

Your name was engraved on it.

"Holy-" He covered his mouth, more than shocked as he looked around the room again, hand falling from his face, "but that means-" Now Dick was paying more attention to the room, moving from one thing to another as he looked over everything now.

"How did they- there's no way they did all of this? And- what. They even did gymnastics?!" To say that Dick was in absolute disbelief and shock was an understatement. Yet he hardly had any time to recover or process anything as another person popped into the room, albeit only temporarily.

"I'm afraid it is quite possible, Master Dick." Alfred spoke up, catching the attention of the oldest sibling as he moved into the room, and set a stack of papers on your desk, right next to the flyer Bruce had set down.

Confused and curious, Dick looked at the stack once Alfred had pulled away from it, and picked up the first paper.

It was another flyer, but this time for some kind of solo event or concert you'd be doing. The date written down was a few days ago... a week or so having already passed since then, but how could this be?

Dick hesitated, but took another one as he looked it over. Again, it was for some kind of concert or performance, but the date and time was further away. Three weeks to a month having passed since, but how did they not notice? Didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell them?

"This doesn't make any sense... why didn't Y/n tell us about any of these things?" He asked, mostly to himself as he continued to look through the various flyers.

"Why don't you tell me, Master Dick?" Alfred quipped, looking at Dick in a knowing way before stepping out of the room, "Now, I'll be heading off, but I do trust that both of you make the right choice this time around." With that, he simply left. Leaving Dick confused but feeling worse at the same time as he looked back at the flyers, mind racing until he spotted something.

Carfully, Dick pulled out another flyer out of the pile as he placed the others to the side. He recognized this one, but where had he seen it before? Was it...

... Oh god.

Dick whipped out his phone and checked his messages. He had to scroll down a bit, but he quickly found your contact and tapped on it. He flipped through your messages, hundreds upon thousands of which he never responded to, and even if that alone made he feel bad. When he found what he was looking for, he felt even worse.

He found a message of you sending him a photo of the flyer, and said how you hoped you'd see him there. The message itself had been sent almost a year ago, and as he looked back at the flyer, he didn't know how to feel. Yet he kept looking, especially as he spotted another familiar poster.

Some of them he was able to connect back to another message you had sent, and the further back he went the more he responded... but it wasn't much, and he seemed to leave you on read more times than not. He had made an effort, but clearly it wasn't enough.

Dick couldn't imagine how that must've felt for you, and he almost didn't want to. Yet he still continued to search through the flyers, and came across one he had an odd memory of. He did remember seeing a text for it, but also remembered hearing about it somehow? He wasn't too sure, but just incase he did decide to look through his voicemail. He didn't know what he'd find, but he decided to just have a little look, even if he wasn't sure he'd even find anything.

So, he matched the date of the message and scrolled until he found it.

The voicemail innocently stared at him, and Dick couldn't help but hesitate before he tapped on it, and let it play. Heart already heavy as he stared down at the flyer. The kind of look someone gave when they already knew it was too late, and Dick didn't know what was worse. The fact that he basically missed out on your entire life at this point, or that he had nothing to say for it besides that he was sorry, and had just forgotten about these things one too many times.

["Hey, Dick! I, um, I hope everything is going well and that patrol hasn't been too bad." Your voice wavered as you spoke. You were clearly nervous but you tried to push on anyway, and cleared your throat before you tried again.]

["How are you, though? I heard that you had a rough night the other day- and I know I'm not really into all this crime-fighting stuff like everyone else but... I just hope you're okay, y'know?" You chuckled nervously before you cleared your throat again, "An-anyway, um, yeah. I just- hope you're okay." The sound of a paper being fiddled with could be heard, and you took in a small breath.]

["So... I have this performance I'll be doing next Saturday- it's more of a competition really, since other musicians and stuff will be there too. It's at 7 o'clock, and I know you guys mostly work at night and everything- but if you could drop by or even just quickly come around at 8:15 that would be great! Since, um, that's when I'll be performing..."]

Dick looked at awards you hung on the wall as the voicemall continued to play. Based on the date of the performance he was able to find the award. You had gotten second place.

["It's um, it's a piece I wrote that's a tribute to your family- the Flying Graysons, that is, since we're allowed to play songs we wrote if they were approved beforehand, and it was! So, um, I really hope you don't mind. Your family is cool! Not that Bruce and everyone else isn't or anything- um, I'm going to stop talking about that before I say something stupid. But! I couldn't help but feel inspired so I, y'know-" you cleared your throat again. Clearly nervous.]

["Sorry for my rambling- but, yeah. You can pass by if you want or have the time, and it's right by that one place Bruce had that whole charity announcement on Monday. You can't miss it, there will be lights and all this other stuff- not to mention that it'll probably be loud considering things, but uh, yeah."]

["So if you think you can make it or pass by, it's at 7! Next Saturday! And if you can't make it by then, I play at 8:15! So, yeah. Remember that! If- if you want to. Hope to see you there! And if I don't, that's okay. I just hope you enjoy the piece if you hear it. Have a good night! Or-! Or day! Whenever you listen this- um, bye!"]

What? You had wrote a song for him? For his parents? For them?

Dick's heart swelled. He didn't even get to hear it either, he wasn't able to. He didn't have time, and he forgot, but that didn't make things better, did it?

You had gone through all of that effort, and not only made a song for him but even played it during a competition and got second place. Yet he couldn't even put a few minutes to the side to listen to it. He didn't.

Now Dick definitely felt awful.

However, he did notice that there was another voicemail left by you just a few minutes after the last one. So, he decided to play that too before his guilt and regret could fully settle in, as if it'd make him feel better somehow.

["8:45! IT'S 8:45! THAT'S WHEN I PLAY! NOT- Not 8:15, sorry! I mixed up the times- that's when a friend of mine plays, not me! Sorry! Uh, but yeah. I play at 8:45- stop by if you can! I hope to see you then! Buh-bye!"]

Okay, well, Dick officially felt worse now. So much worse.

You had all this character and personality, and yet he was never able to fully see it — to hear it like he has now. Not like this, not while he was paying attention.

Your voice was so much different than what he remembered, and despite your nerves you really tried to tell him because you hoped he'd be there. You tried to tell him in hopes he'd actually show up, and he never did. Even as he listened to your other voice messages, he could hear how his own actions, or lack thereof, were affecting you.

The messages grew shorter, more to the point, and while you did still sound enthusiastic — it's like he could hear the hope dying in your voice. The hope that'd he show up. That any effort would be made, but that didn't happen, and it didn't help that Dick was listening to some of the voicemails he was going through right now, for the first time.

He could only imagine the pain he caused you, and Bruce was thinking the same thing.

Bruce was still looking through your notebooks as Dick was regretting everything he had done to you in the past.

The notebook Bruce was reading now was one where you had written down majority of your more recent song ideas, along with things you wanted to try and melodies you were trying to mix together. It was mostly full of lyrics and small notes to yourself about certain things you wanted to keep in mind, and though there was a lot of things crossed out, Bruce couldn't help but be... charmed in a strange way.

How you talked to yourself was adorable, and seeing your excitement for your own performances and such through each word you wrote, just made Bruce feel so happy for you. He could almost picture your smile and how giddy you felt when you were writing some of these things down, or how focused you were when trying to figure out how to continue the chorus of a song you were making — or if there should even be lyrics to begin with. Along with how you wanted the song itself to sound, and what emotions you wanted to capture in it.

With each page turned it's like he could see the entire process you went through when it came to your song composition. Like he was almost there with you in the moment, watching you do your thing, and honestly? Just by that alone he couldn't help but grow... softer.

Bruce loved seeing how your mind worked when it came to music, and your thought process behind each and every little thing. He just... he felt like through each line and little note he read and looked over, he was falling in love. The kind of love that he couldn't quite describe, besides just the love only a father could feel when they really see their child for who they are for the first time. The kind of love Bruce hadn't felt in a long while, nor this intensely.

You were so creative and passionate, so driven to achieve your dream and do what you loved. You were just so... you, and there was just something about the way you expressed that in the notebook that felt charming. The deeper Bruce got into the notebook, the harder it was to not love you, and each time he saw one of your little notes, he could feel himself smiling. You were so precious, how could he not see that before?

Though, besides all of that, he did notice a small pattern.

Every performance you had, you mentioned in the notebook and would express your feelings about it, and every time you did — you'd write something beneath it. Just a small paragraph about certain hopes you had. Hopes that made Bruce's heart squeeze tighter.

It was you hoping that they'd get to see you perform, that they'd show up, and suddenly Bruce was reminded of why he was doing this in the first place. So, he started to flip through your book, shaking out of whatever trance he was in.

With each performance that passed, the little paragraph got shorter, smaller, simpler. Like a quiet prayer that was dying down, as the believer slowly lost their hope and faith. It even came to a point where only one sentence was written for a while.

"I hope I see one of them."

Bruce's heart broke a little more each and every time he saw it, but the page that really got to him was when the sentence was smudged, small wrinkles and creases were on the page, and you couldn’t even finish writing the sentence as the end of the 'e' in 'them' dragged out.

What didn't help was when he flipped a few more pages, and found the last performance you had written about. It was a few months ago, but the date didn't immediately catch Bruce's eye. No, no, no, what caught his attention at first was the change of that single sentence.

"I hope the audience enjoys it."

His heart shattered at that, smile fading as he took in a breath. A moment passed, with Bruce just stating at the writing. Wishing for the impossible, and to change things that had already been done. It was too late, but he somehow refused to believe that now.

Finally, he noticed the date and paused.

That... couldn't be right. You used to write in this notebook all the time from what he could tell, why did you stop? Did something happen that day?

If months really have passed... then that would explain all the dust on the box and contents within it, but still, it didn't make sense. Weren't you still here in the Manor? Bruce honestly couldn't think of why'd you would stop writing unless you somehow couldn't reach the notebook, but you couldn’t have left, right? Surely, above everything else, he would've notice that, right?

...

Bruce finally looked at Dick, seeing the oldest just staring at old flyers from various events and such you had participated in throughout your life. A life they never got to see.

"When was Y/n's last performance?" He asked bluntly, getting straight to the point.

Dick glanced at Bruce for a moment before looking back down at your desk. He moved some of the papers around before he found the most recent one and looked over to his father with a raised brow.

"About a week ago, why?"

Bruce looked back down at the notebook in his hand, eyes scanning over the date again before he closed it. Looking back at Dick, he asked another question.

"Have you seen Y/n around?"

Dick grew quiet at that, and after a moment he just sighed and shook his head.

"No, I can't say I have." It was only then did he catch what Bruce may have been thinking, "You don't think they-"

"It's a possibility. We can't be too sure just yet," Bruce just wanted to hold onto his hope that you were still here, and even if the chance was small he was willing to take it. He didn't want to believe that they had pushed you so far away that you would not only consider leaving, but actually went ahead and did it. He wanted to be doubtful, but he couldn't rule out anything. Not yet.

"Just keep looking, I'll go ask the others." Bruce stated as he placed the notebook back in the box and headed out the room.

"Keep looking? For what?! Other events we missed? More ways we ignored them? Things they did without us?!"

To say Dick's guilt was eating away at him would be an understatement. It was practically devouring him at this point, and he could just barely take it.

Bruce paused at the doorframe, sighing as he looked back at Dick, "Any hints or clues to where they could be. Favorite spots they might frequent, places where their lessons were held, people they know, anything." He left him with that, causing Dick to just run a stressed hand through his hair as he took a breath.

Worry and regret heavily weighed down on him, but all he could do was carry it for now. He'd make it up to you somehow. He would, and he'd finally get to hear that song one way or another.

As Dick started his search, so did Bruce.

Bruce did a general search around the house, looking for anyone he came across while also trying to look for you. He thought that if he was lucky, he'd run into you. Even if the possibility was small, it could still happen — or he hoped so anyway.

Just this once, Bruce really hoped for the best.

Though, he did end up running into someone, even if it wasn't who he was looking for.

"Woah, someone looks serious. What's got your bat panties in a twist?" Jason asked, amused, "Actually, wait, don't tell me. I don't c-"

"Have you seen Y/n?" Bruce cut Jason off, getting straight to the point.

The sudden question confused Jason as he gave Bruce a weird look, some of his amusment still remaining but it began to die down a bit.

"No... why?"

Bruce took a breath, fingers twitching, "Do you know where they could be?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Jason's own confusion began to take over, his amusement continuing to die down, "Seriously, did something happen? Why are you suddenly looking for them?"

Bruce took a moment, just looking at Jason before he sighed.

"When was the last time you saw them?"

"... A few days ago..." Jason glanced off to the side.

"Jason."

"Okay, okay! Fine. I don't fucking know! A few weeks ago? Maybe?!" He answered, getting agitated already. "I'm barely here enough as it is, how am I supposed to know where they are!"

Again, Bruce took in another breath, but there was something about it that Jason didn't like. Maybe he inhaled too sharply or deeply — Jason wasn't sure, but all he knew was that he wasn't going to like what Bruce was about to say.

"Dick hasn't seen them either."

"And that's supposed to be a surprise, how? He lives all the way in Bludhaven, of course he isn't going to see Y/n. 'Cause they live here-"

"I haven't seen them."

"..." That was a little more surprising, but just a little more. It still couldn’t mean anything... right?

"With all the shit you do, I would be surprised if you even saw them on a semi-regular basis." Jason crossed his arms, still not convinced — not entirely anyway. Yet Bruce could only exhale softly, the action bothering Jason even more.

"It's just a possibility. I'm trying to find them. Think you can help out?" Bruce clarified before asking. Additional help would definitely be great, especially because it meant that they could find you faster. He could find you faster.

"What makes you think I'm gonna do that?"

"Did know that Y/n wrote a song that's a tributed to you?"

"... What."

Bruce sighed, "You don't have to do it because I asked you to, or even because I want to find them. You can do it for yourself, Jason. But I'll leave that decision to you." Then, he just walked off to continue his search for you, and the other occupants of the Manor. Leaving Jason by himself, alone...

"That bitch-" Jason cursed under his breath as he walked off, deciding that he'll help look. Though only so he could ask you if Bruce was bullshiting him or not, and not for any other reason...

... Wait, you wrote songs? Like, actually?

Jason just shook his head, already upset enough as he shoved the thought to the side. When he found you he could ask, and how hard could that be? The Manor was only so big, and besides, you were just one person. He could probably find you before Bruce if he just looked in the right places, but the only thing now was finding those places...

Okay, so maybe he saw the problem, but still. This couldn't be too hard. You were the only one in the whole family who wasn't a vigilante, and so it was only about a matter of time.

Nevertheless, Jason began looking around as well, trying to figure out where he should look as he mindlessly checked every other room he came across. Where would you even go anyway? He'd probably check your room first but he figured that Bruce had already checked there, and it wasn't like Jason knew where your room even was. Though he just chalked that up to how infrequent his incredibly short visits were.

Still, he didn't even know where to start, and would rather avoid searching the entire Manor if he could. He tried to scratch his brain for anything but he just... had no idea.

Well, okay, he had one idea, but that was only because of one night. Even then he's still not sure it was you who he saw on the-

["Master Y/n? Are you alright?"]

Jason's thought process was cut off by a sudden voice. He immediately recognized it as Alfred's, and a realization hit him. Right! He should look for Alfred first, he'd know where you are. Alfred practically knew everything about everyone in the Manor, so he'd lnow something for sure.

So, he followed the sound until he stood in the doorway of one of the lounges. The television was on and playing some kind of recording, but Jason paid no mind to it.

Confused, Jason called out, "Alfred?"

When he didn't receive a response, he huffed as his eyes drifted to the television. What was playing, anyway?

You — a smaller, younger version of you — stood in a door way, looking out in the hall before turning back to the camera. Big, innocent eyes looking up. Looking at Jason.

You couldn't have been no older than eight or nine.

[You gave a little nod with a small hum, "I'm okay, Alfred. Just... waiting, like you said."]

A small, soft huff could be heard from the other end of the camera, and the camera moved to be placed down a counter of some kind. Which revealed Alfred to be the one having been recording everything so far.

["Yes, well. How about we do a little something while we wait, hm?" Alfred asked, moving a stool closer to the counter — moving the camera again to be placed on the kitchen isle this time.]

Ingredients and tools used for baking could be seem on the counter. The stool Alfred had place was next to where he was standing, and a good distance away from the stove.

[You looked at Alfred curiously, "What are we going to do?"]

["Oh, nothing too much, Master Y/n. But... I do require a bit of assistance baking this cake, that is if you'd like to help, of course." Alfred patted the top of the stool as he spoke, "Though you can always just watch, if you'd like."]

[You perked up at what Alfred said, climbing up onto the stool enthusiastically with a smile. "I wanna help!" You exclaimed, looking over the ingredients before looking back at Alfred, "But... what cake are we making?"]

[Alfred hummed, pretending to think before be looked back down at you, "Well, what kind of cake would you like, Master Y/n? It is your birthday after all."]

["Really?" When Alfred nodded, you gasped excitedly before suggesting your favorite flavor at the time.]

["Well then, let's get started, shall we?"]

From there, the rest of the recording was of you and Alfred baking. With Alfred helping you when he had to, and laughing lightly when you would inevitably make a mess.

Laughs and jokes were exchanged, and it was probably the happiest Jason has ever seen you... which made him feel weird in a way. He didn't like it, not one bit, and yet he continued to watch the old, wholesome memory play out before him.

Jason watched as you got a bit of flour on your nose and how Alfred wiped it off. He watched as while Alfred was deciding on the shape of the cake, you gathered all the different colors and types of sprinkles you could find, and was looking at a particular color of food coloring. How you nearly fell trying to grab the food coloring, and how Alfred just narrowly managed to catch you. How after that, Alfred visibly recovered from the near heart attack he had gotten from watching you fall, and just watched you add the food coloring to the frosting after you had thanked him for catching you, and apologized for falling.

... It got Jason thinking, if only a little bit.

He didn't know much about you, not really anyway. Even if his visits were few and far inbetween, not to mention incredibly short, someone would think that he'd catch onto a few things about you, or just generally have more interactions with you, but he didn't. All he really knew was that you knew how to play the violin really well, but that was assuming that who he saw that night really was you. Even if he doesn't know who else it'd be.

Jason still remembered that one occurrence despite how long it's been since then... but that was for a different time. He had to focus now, but he still couldn't help but watch the little version of you trying to frost the cake without being too messy, but failing miserably.

It did get him thinking about how many small moments he had missed with you, and just... how little time he had actually spent around you.

Obviously, you weren't a little kid anymore. After all, the last time he remembered seeing you — you were already a teenager. Though was that really a good thing? Jason did remember having some kind of interaction with you in the past... but it wasn't much of anything, and even then he probably forgot half of those moments. What definitely didn't help is that you both didn't have each other's phone numbers, and the only form of communication you had was seeing each other in person.

.... Okay, maybe this whole 'finding you' thing was definitely a lot harder than Jason had originally thought.

["... Are they going to come, Alfred?" You asked, sitting in front of the cake you and Alfred had just made together, looking up at the camera that Alfred was holding once again.]

[Alfred didn't respond right away, but did eventually say, "I'm afraid not, Master Y/n, but if you'd like we could wait a little longer."]

[You shook your head, looking at the cake before looking back at the camera, "It's okay. We can blow out the candles now, but..." you hesitated, looking down at the table, "could you... stay with me? Please?" You looked away, embrassed for asking but didn't take back what you said.]

[Again, a soft huff came from the other end of the camera. "Of course, Master Y/n."]

After a short happy birthday song, the camera was placed down on the table as Alfred cut the cake. It was only after Alfred had given both you and himself a slice did the footage cut out.

Nothing could describe the face you made when Alfred said that no one was coming. Just like how Jason couldn't even begin to describe what it made him feel.

Even when a new recording started, he could hardly pay attention to it as all he saw was your face staring up at the camera. Expression not necessarily sad or upset, but it was easily the most heartbreaking thing Jason had ever seen. A kid shouldn't have a face like that. You shouldn't have a face like that.

Jason was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Cassandra trying to get his attention, nor did he feel her even pull on his sleeve. All he could think of was you, sitting at that table all by yourself. Alone.

He just turned the other way, practically stomping down the hall as he looked straight ahead, glaring.

He had to find you. Now.

Cass, on the other hand, was just confused. Watching as Jason stormed off before looking back at the recording that was playing on the television. What about it had made Jason sp upset? She didn't know, but she was a bit curious.

Bruce had already confronted her and asked her where you were, and of course she didn't know either. He did mention something about how Damian was trying to help a little, which was a surprise in itself, and how Jason might be trying to search for you too, and had asked her if she could do the same. She agreed, of course, just wanting to help out, but having run into Jason just now? That was... odd. Especially when he suddenly stormed off like that, but that wasn't her main focus right now. She still had to-

["Are you still trying to record this, Alfred?"]

Wait... was that your voice?

Cassandra turned back to the television, only to see the camera pointed towards the floor.

["Of course, Master Y/n. Just give me one moment, I almost have the camera set up."]

Oh, Alfred was there too? What was going on?

[Light laughter was heard before you spoke again, "Here, let me help you."]

The camera began to move, and as it paned up, there you were. A soft smile on your face, shining colored hues looking at the camera as you made a few more adjustments before stepping away.

Now, you definitely looked like a teenager or young adult. Voice more matured and settled, almost calm in a way.

["There. That should be good, what do you think?" You asked Alfred, tilting your head to the side a bit, most likely looking at the butler.]

["I have to agree, Master Y/n. Everything should be working properly." Alfred then came into frame, moving towards the counter as you moved around the kitchen isle to follow him. "Now, what is it that you wanted to make this year?"]

["Oh! Right, well..." and you told him, already grabbing a few necessarily ingredients from around the kitchen.]

It wasn't long before the two of you started baking again, but this time around you were clearly more experienced than your younger self — not that Cass was aware of that anyway. You both did your own parts, working exceedingly well together as the conversation between the two of you was nothing but natural.

Cass never saw you talk so naturally, or even knew you could bake, but there were a lot of things she didn't know about you.

She could see that in the footage, you were really relaxed and happy. Almost at ease as you skillfully moved about, as if knowing the necessary steps to make what you were hoping to bake by heart, and how you navigated the kitchen made it look as if you almost knew it as well as Alfred did. It was almost refreshing to see you just be so... in tune with your surroundings, and Cass almost wished she had been there to see you bake for herself. Though she could settle watching footage of you bake for now.

Even if she didn't know why you were even baking in the first place until Alfred mentioned something about a gift for your Birthday, and how that led you to talking about some of the things your friends had given you.

This was... your birthday? Just you and Alfred?

That didn't feel right... but then again, she didn't even know when your birthday was to begin with — and now that she thinks about, had you ever celebrated Christmas with everyone? As a whole family?

... She wasn't sure.

["Are you certain that you don't want to wait, Master Y/n? You never know, someone could show up this time." Alfred asked, looking at you with slight concern.]

[You only smiled, "I'm sure. Besides, even if any of them did come, we both know that it'd be on accident." You laughed lightly to yourself, looking down at the pastry both you and Alfred had made together. "I doubt they even know when my birthday is, but that's okay." You looked back at Alfred, your smile still happy but... there was something off with it.]

["I've told you before, haven't I? You're all the company I need in this house. I'm happy just spending my birthdays like this with you." You took a piece of the pastry and ripped it off before holding it in the air, as if doing a toast, and held it toward Alfred. "So, happy birthday to me?"]

[Alfred sighed softly, but could only smile as he took his own piece of the pastry, copying your actions as he held the piece toward you, "Happy birthday, Master Y/n."]

The footage cut right after, and suddenly Cass found herself in a similar position that Jason had been in just a few moments ago. Just staring at the screen, unsure what to do with this new information, the weight on her chest growing.

Had you really spent every birthday like that? If so... then why didn't you tell anyone? Or had you tried, only for nothing to come of it?

The thought alone hurt, strangely enough, and all Cass wanted to do was... well. She wasn't sure.

She wanted to do so many things, and yet she didn't know if anything would work. Or if anything she could do would fix... well, anything at all.

She wanted to try your baking and... and celebrate a birthday with you. Or maybe she just felt obligated to do so after having seen the recording, but a big part of her did mean it. Especially because she didn't want you to feel alone or anything ever again, not after seeing the extent it went to. Though perhaps there was some irony in that thought that Cass failed to realize.

Regardless, Cass found herself walking off too. Completely missing the figure who turned off the television, and unplugged the camera from it that held all of the footage both her and Jason were shown.

Cass was practically speed walking as she checked the library — remembering have seen glimpses of you in there before — while Jason checked the music room, only for both to turn up equally empty. Yet they kept looking. Everyone did.

Dick tried calling and texting you while trying to see if there was anywhere you could be outside of the Manor. Tim ended up helping as he ran into Dick, and was basically locating and tracking down all the places you've been to with the help of your notebooks and awards in your room. All the while listening to some very earlier pieces you've wrote and played on the mp3 player he found in your box.

Bruce was still looking all over the Manor for you, each minute that passed making him more paranoid and worried. What started as a small possibility was growing into a certainty and he did not enjoy that at all. Damian had decided to search for Alfred, since it seemed like the smartest choice if they wanted to end this quickly. Yet when he did find Alfred and asked him where you were, it turned out that Alfred didn't know where you were either.

While yes, he did know some of the teachers and coaches you've had in the past, he didn't know where you were at this exact moment. How could that be? It was simple, really.

Alfred hadn't seen you in a while either, and once that little piece of information spread around the family... what followed after could only be described as chaos.

The Manor was practically flipped upside down as Bruce, Damian, Jason, and Cass searched for you. Not a single room went unchecked, and when they still came out empty handed, their own worries began to fuel each others.

Dick was the first one to suit up and head out, already calling Barbara as night fell on Gotham, with Tim beginning to suit up — yet Jason had beat him to the punch and was out the second the Manor was cleared. Cass was next to follow, with Bruce and Damian not following too far behind. Tim only left after informing Stephanie — and after downloading some of your songs — and telling Alfred to keep a look out just in case you came back home.

In just a few hours, what started as an unusually uneventful and calm, quiet day for the family, quickly turned into one of the most panicked induced searches and painful night of their lives.

All because of you.

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You were tuning your guitar calmly, tapping your foot to the melody playing in your head as you hummed. The silence surrounding you was peaceful for a chance, and didn't feel suffocating or as unnerving as the silence in the Manor did.

Honestly, it took a bit of getting used to but after a few weeks you had grown to love it. Waking up everyday and having someone there to not only greet you, but actually acknowledge you also took a bit of getting used to, but you managed much more easily with that.

Sure, there were other things as well, but you eased into it and had come to accept these small things as just parts of your new life. Yet, you still found yourself appreciating and noticing the smallest things, and almost crying over them too.

It had been a few months since you had left the Manor, and honestly you couldn't be happier.

You now shared an apartment with one of your closets friends, and your career helped you cover your half of the rent, as well as other expenses. You had truly found comfort with this new lifestyle, and even if you'd like to move out of Gotham one day — you could settle for this for now.

This, you believed, was what peace truly felt like.

Even when your phone started to go off like crazy — you just took one look at who it was and rolled your eyes, putting your phone on silent as you placed it face down on the table in front of you. You didn't know what Dick and Tim needed so badly, but you were sure they'd be able to figure it out themselves. After all, they were the sons of the world's greatest detective, right? They could handle themselves.

So you just leaned back into your couch, sighing softly as you mindlessly strummed away at your guitar, smiling a little to yourself when the tune was just right. Creating a melody came all too naturally to you, and all you did was carry it on — humming softly as countless ideas filled your head. A small song beginning to form, even if unintentionally.

A song that went on — with the suffering of Gotham going on in the background. The city being cleared out and searched by the vigilantes that dared to protect it, all of it being done just to look for one person. You.

The shouts and screams served as the base, with the shattering of glass and bones being the lower kick, perhaps. The heart beat serving as the tempo, and so on.

So, just as you had years ago, you played on. Calm and happy in your own little world, unaware of the horrors to come — and destruction being made in your name.

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Well, that's long, isn't it?

Might be making a another post that kind of details what some of the others did before everything went to hell? We'll see. Maybe.

Sorry again for any mistakes, especially towards the halfway point/end there.

#platonic yandere batfam #yandere batman #yandere batfam #yandere dc #yandere x gn reader #gn reader #platonic yandere #honestly this is probably the longest post i've ever made #not series

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crushpunky · 3 months ago

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drew and actress!reader’s first anniversary

masterlist | actress!reader masterlist

the highly requested :)

Y/n woke up peacefully, her head resting in Drew’s lap as he brushed his fingers through her hair. With a long inhale, she wrapped her arms around his torso before peering up at him.

“Good morning.” Drew said, his voice raspy. He traced a finger along her jawline as he admired her freshly awoken features.

“Good morning.” Y/n whispered, moving to sit against Drew’s chest. She rested her cheek against the skin of his collarbones, the necklace she had gotten him resting alongside her. Drew smoothed his hand down her back, resting his hand on the swell of her thighs.

“So…” Drew said, a sly grin spreading across his lips before the two of them started laughing.

“What?” Y/n asked, furrowing her brows as she looked Drew up and down.

“I think you should… go check out the kitchen.” Drew smiled impossibly wider, his cheeks tinged pink with excitement.

“I should? And why’s that?” Y/n teased, causing Drew to shrug his shoulders playfully. With an exaggerated groan, y/n rolled off of Drew and onto her feet.

“I’m just saying… maybe there’s something there, I don’t know.” Drew raised his hands in faux innocence as he climbed out of bed. He stretched his arms above his head with a groan. Y/n looked him up and down, watching the way the muscles of his body moved and admiring the brilliant tan of his skin and its speckling of freckles.

“Go!” Drew laughed, shooing y/n out of the bedroom with a playful tap of her butt.

“Ok, ok, I’m going.” Y/n smiled, padding down the hallway. She peered around the living room, looking for anything out of the ordinary before moving to look at the kitchen. Immediately, she was greeted with the reason she’d been told to come out in the first place. There, perched atop the kitchen counter, was the bright, purple espresso machine she had been telling Drew all about for the last few months.

“Joseph Andrew!” Y/n squealed as she whipped around to see Drew’s wide, mischievous smile. Y/n crossed the kitchen in only a few seconds, excitedly looking over the brand new machine in all its glory. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons, the steam wand letting out a cloud of steam that made y/n let out an excited giggle. Drew walked up behind her, just as happy to see her excitement over her gift.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Y/n said, wrapping Drew in a tight hug before peppering his face with kisses. The blush on Drew’s cheeks only grew.

“Happy anniversary, baby.” Drew murmured, wrapping his arm casually around her torso. Y/n smiled up at him, unable to stop herself. Then, Drew’s face suddenly contorted into an expression of realization before he reached above the refrigerator. As he brought it down, y/n saw the wrapped box he now held in his hands.

“Drew!” Y/n scolded him as he offered the box out to her with a grin. “I haven’t even given you your gift and you’re already on gift number two?!”

“Gotta keep up, baby.” Drew pressed a quick kiss to y/n’s temple before depositing the box into y/n’s hands. He soothed his hand up and down her back as she pulled at the ribbon atop the box before carefully removing the paper. Inside was a velvet box, which caused y/n to look up at Drew widely.

“Drew, this is too much…” Y/n said, shaking her head as Drew beckoned her to continue. Slowly, she opened the box. Inside it was a dainty gold chain, and nestled in the middle, sat a twinkling, serif “d” charm. Y/n felt her breath catch as she stared down at the necklace, her fingertips brushing against the cool metal as she admired it.

“I, uh, know this is kind of a… selfish gift, but I hope you like it.” Drew murmured.

“It’s…” Y/n looked up at him, a slight glint in her eyes as she smiled. “I love it.”

Drew let out a sigh of relief as y/n picked up the necklace from its box. She unclasped it before handing it to Drew and turning her back to him. Drew reached up, draping the necklace around her. The cool metal of his rings brushed against the nape of her neck as he moved her hair out of the way, sending shivers down her spine before he finally fastened the clasp. In an excited skip, y/n ran to the bathroom. In the mirror, she admired the golden charm that rested against her collarbones. Seconds later, Drew appeared behind her. He eyed her reflection closely, taking in each aspect of her before wrapping his arms around her.

His biceps flexed as he squeezed her tightly, lowering his head to kiss her temple before leaving a trail along her jaw. Y/n felt her heart skip, her eyes fluttering close under Drew’s touch. She allowed herself to bathe in it for only a moment before she abruptly opened her eyes once more.

“Get in the shower.” Y/n said suddenly, causing Drew to lift his face from her neck with a furrow of his brow.

“Uh… ok?” Drew said with a slight chuckle, unwrapping his arms from around her to rest his hands on her waist. “Will you be joining me?”

Y/n swallowed harshly before shaking her head repeatedly. A small pout formed on Drew’s lips before he threw his head back with a dramatic groan.

“I’m sorry!” Y/n whined, turning around to face Drew. “As much as I would love to… I have something I have to take care of.”

With a sigh, Drew pressed a quick kiss to y/n’s head before shoving her away playfully.

“Have a great shower!” Y/n teased as she looked back at Drew as he turned on the shower.

“Oh, I will.” He said, stepping out of his boxers just as y/n closed the door to the bathroom. As soon as the door shut, y/n quickly took off to fetch Drew’s gift.

“Y/n?” Drew asked as he exited the bathroom, expecting to see y/n perched on the bed, but surprised to find it empty. Drew ran a hand through his dampened hair, water droplets falling onto his fresh t-shirt as he turned towards the hallway..

“Shh, shh, you gotta be quiet, ok?” Drew could hear y/n whisper, followed by the muffled clinking of metal.

“Y/n?” Drew asked again as he began padding down the hallway. As soon as he peered around the corner, and looked into the living room, his jaw dropped. There, resting sweetly in y/n’s arm, was a brown and white speckled puppy. But not just any puppy, the puppy. The puppy Drew had fallen in love with while the two of them had been volunteering at the shelter over the last few months. The puppy that had Drew dropping hints about expanding their family with a furry friend. The puppy that had immediately trotted up to Drew, tail wagging, and stole his heart.

“Happy anniversary.” Y/n said, smiling widely as she sat the dog down on the ground. Immediately, the puppy clumsily bounded over to Drew. Drew sank to his knees as the dog hopped into his lap, barking happily as Drew immediately pulled the puppy into his arms. The dog licked his jaw, causing Drew to let out an almost childlike laugh before he looked up at y/n.

“Thank you.” Drew said, his voice cracking slightly as he rose to his feet. He stepped towards y/n, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his side as they looked at the lively puppy on Drew’s chest. Y/n scratched the puppy’s head before peering up at Drew. She noticed the glassiness in his eyes as he smiled down at the dog before looking over at her. Y/n reached up, wiping a stray tear from Drew’s cheek, causing him to let out a small chuckle before pressing a quick kiss to y/n’s head.

“I love you. Thank you so much.” Drew whispered, petting behind one of the puppy’s floppy ears.

“What do you want to name him?” Y/n asked, smoothing a hand down Drew’s back. Drew gnawed at his lip, gazing gently at the dog in front of him.

“How about Charleston?” Drew said, to which the dog let out an excited bark. Y/n laughed at the dog’s reaction.

“Hello, Charleston.” Y/n smiled, resting her head on Drew’s shoulder, the two of them staring lovingly at their new addition.

#drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey x actress!reader #actress!reader

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theartofwoompwoomps · 2 months ago

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Im too old for this nonsense

Tfp Ratchet x Human! Reader

Summary: hates love, hates distractions. But he doesn’t hate you. Though he thinks you’ll be grossed out if you knew how he felt

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We all know that he’s a grumpy old mech. Too tired, and too exhausted to let himself be distracted by others.

Heck, he hates the idea of getting close to anyone else. Having lost too many, he can’t bare to relive the pain again.

That’s why he works and works, till his servos can’t move and his optics can’t see. Overworking himself until he can give no more.

The only thing grounding him when he reaches his limit is your own small hands moving around him. Checking him to see if he’s alright. He appreciates your company.

You always stuck around.

Even with his grumpy attitude that didn’t stop you from cleaning anything you could, keeping his things organized, and getting supplies he needed.

And here you were once again. Though this time it you couldn’t keep up him. Your body sprawled on his lap, slowly sub coming to sleep as he continued working on his datapad.

Why did you always do this?

Humans are much more delicate than him. You know this. Yet you always worked hard to help him.

He knew you might think it’s not a lot, but a lot of small things build up to something bigger. And that’s what it was with you. Every detail or help you gave, no matter how small, ended up warming his spark. You had him wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it.

So no matter how annoyed he was with you and everything else. He genuinely cares for your wellbeing. Picking you up gently, he moved you onto the couch. Placing a blanket on you before he heads back to continue his work.

He should have known better. The fact you were overtaken by your fatigue should have been a sign for him to take a break.

But he couldn’t afford it.

This could help everyone. Including you. He kept working despite feeling his body getting twitchy and heavy, but he had to get this done. He couldn’t fail.

But alas, his optics were closing and he could no longer resist the plea his body oh so desperately need for some sleep.

When he gained consciousness of his surroundings again he felt the work space he recharged on.

Feeling his back sore, he opens his options groggily trying to see what’s going on. Looking over a clock it showed it was past noon.

Past noon?! He had to finish last night. Frustrated, he got up, quickly logging into his notes only to see the writing was different.

In fact, everything he was working on was reorganized and label. And he saw an energon cube nearby with a small note.

“Morning Doc, went out to get some coffee. We ran out of the good stuff. As you can see I left you some alien breakfast. Also hope the rearrangements help you find your notes faster lol. See you in a bit my lovely hardworking doctor :D <3”

Rolling his eyes at that last part. Ofc you always had to include your strange nonsense, but at this point he’s not surprised why he fell for you.

He chuckled, just thinking about you endeared him. But he knew he couldn’t allow himself more than that. You are human. He is an autobot. You deserve to be happy, not to be burned with his problems.

Hates that you have this control over him without you even realizing it, but that’s probably for the better. He shoves those thoughts aways as he starts to work where he left off.

Only that your note kept coming to mind.

How that heart you drew at the end twists his spark. Imagining you with an unreasonable amount of coffee on your way this instant brought a small smile on his face.

“Of course, it’s always the coffee over me isn’t it.” He chuckles at his own thoughts.

“Oh cmon doc, give me more credit than that.” Playful as always, you indeed came back with too many bags of instant coffee.

Rolling his eyes at your comment he scoffs playfully at you. Once again, biting his tongue from ever letting the conversation go on longer. Worried that the consequences of getting close to someone will hurt him.

Especially when the someone he likes romantically is a human.

A human would most definitely want to be with another human.

Not with him.

He’s just a bucket of metal who’s too tired for all of that. He could never treat you the same way a human would, it’s better if you just stay with your own kind.

But it seemed you had different plans. Always finding ways to stay with him and wriggle your way into his spark. He kept this to himself.

He finished his work for the day and was about to recharge but your soft whisper interrupted. “Hey doc.”

“Yes (y/n).” He groans a bit as he responds with his eyes closed. “As an expert in the biology for cybertronians i got a question.” He hums in interest, wondering were you’re going with this.

“Is it possible, in theory, for a cybertronian to have a romantic relationship with a human.”

Now he was fully awake.

“(Y/n), why in the world do you need to know that? I don’t see how it’s beneficial to explore the topic.”

He hope he hid it well. How flustered he actually was from your question. “yes, I know, I know. But is it possible?”

Turning to face you on his night stand. You were in your own human berth staring at him.

He wanted to say yes. The urge to say that’s what he wanted with you was strong. His own spark pressuring him to shared his true thoughts.

But, He didn’t know what consequences his response would lead to, and that scared him.

you were genuinely asking for an answer, and he just couldn’t just ignore you. No matter how much of a waste of time it was.

“Well, in theory, yes. It is possible.”

He’s not sure cause he barely caught it, but he’s pretty sure you got flustered at that comment before you hid your face.

“Oh alright.” You were giddy and a bit flushed yourself. Wasn’t sure what your reaction specifically meant, but he hoped it was a hint that you indeed feel the same he did about you.

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#x reader #re upload #transformers #transformers x reader #tf x reader #tfp x reader #tfp ratchet #ratchet #ratchet x reader #ratchet x human

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aswanlake · 2 months ago

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stiles had been missing from school to the point where it was worrying . it’s not like he was a bad student but every since a few months ago he’s been repeating missing classes and sometimes even full school days . him and Scott that is . the pattern got more and more annoying as you couldn’t come up with an explanation as to why the two of them would just disappear , even his father ran to you for answers and you felt helpless as you shrugged . what good were you as a girlfriend if you didn’t even know where he was going ? if you couldn’t even help him ?

that’s what brought you to the McCall house in the middle of the day — you had a spare key , letting yourself in and not even bothering to knock . “ Stiles ? Come on , you better be here ! You’ve missed four days of school back to back , your dad is worried- I’m worried . You’re about to get the truancy officer called ! ” you already checked his house , the school , the park , even Scott’s job and he was nowhere to be seen , so he had to be here . however what stopped you front entering further was Melissa , a bright smile on her face but nervous eyes hiding her truth . “ Hey ! What brings you around ? ”

she asked as if she hadn’t just heard you entire rant about Stiles . this was her house , you had no right to barge in here , gut feeling or not . “ Is Stiles here ? I know this is bad timing , seriously I know but he’s been pretty much missing for a few days and the one day his dad did see him involved some like crazy nightmare and a tree- I wasn’t paying that much attention . I’m just here to bring him home . ” Melissa didn’t know what to say , she hadn’t come up with an excuse yet as to why Stiles may or may not be in the house but the whispers from the living drew your attention . she tried to keep your preoccupied but even that was enough to keep you from forcing yourself into the rather confusing scene .

“ what the fuck . ” Stiles was tied up on the couch with duck tape covering his mouth however even beneath it you could tell he was smiling . his eyes look at you with nothing but adoration , hell as if you hung that damn moon and stars themselves . he couldn’t stop staring , his hands flailing out to reach towards you . you tried to step towards him but were immediately stopped by Scott . his eyes were just as nervous as his mother’s , searching around aimlessly for some type of excuse . “why the fuck is he tied up ? what the hell is going on ?! ”

another rather tall and definitely older man didn’t let you through either , you’d never seen him before but he looked like he could bench press you with ease so you backed off . . . kinda . “ Scott McCall what the actual fuck is going on and I need an answer now ! Why is my boyfriend tied up and looking like he hasn’t slept in fucking days ?! ” Void usually didn’t like people , he didn’t like them being loud but even your screaming was music to his ears . he only had one thought running through his head as you screeched . wife . his wife had returned with him , possessing the body of another to find him again , oh how deeply their love ran . not even centuries could separate them .

“ I know this looks bad , but we can explain- ” Scott threw his hands up half hazardous as if he was afraid you’d throw something at him , smart man . you were definitely about to . “ You better fucking explain ! He looks like death ! ” you felt your voice shake as your concern waved over the room , Stiles was all you had left and being away from him for so long and then seeing him in such a fragile position made you wanna cry . his eyes stared back at yours , weak and helpless as if he wanted out but there was nothing he could do . little did you know Void was playing a fool , he was more powerful than anyone in the room , if he wanted out then he would take it . if only they didn’t drug him .

“ It’s immersive D&D ! ” Lydia cried , hands reaching towards your shoulder to pry you away from Void’s terrifying glare . “ We have a D&D group and we wanted it to be as real as possible so we started acting things out with props and stuff . Stiles is fine ! It’s all just makeup ! But we are sort of in the middle of a campaign so you should come back later once we’re finished ! ” you were so focused on her words that you didn’t even notice that she was practically pushing you out of the house and away from Stiles in every capacity . by the time you reached the threshold of the door , you knew that what she was saying was bullshit but there had to have been a reason for it .

maybe Stiles didn’t want to see anyone , maybe he didn’t want to see you . it filled your mind with anguish and jealousy , how come Lydia got to be there but you didn’t ? you were his actual girlfriend , she was a girl he pinned after for years but never acknowledged him . you felt sick with thoughts of things that had no bases at all but Void knew what you were feeling . he knew and it sickened him . his wife was suffering , she was in pain because of these high school morons that somehow managed to capture him for now . they were a threat , a threat to his marriage , to his love , to their safety . he was going to get out , truly he was and he’s find his wife and make them pay for even letting her shed a tear .

a/n: random , I’m bored and tired so I wrote this. re watched teen wolf and it came to mind because I’ve always loved Void Stiles

#x reader #void stiles x reader #void stiles smut #void stiles x you #void x reader #void stiles #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #stiles stilinski #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x yn #stiles stilinski x you #stiles x reader #dividers by strangergraphics

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ladybyakuya · 10 months ago

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| SWOON + NATSUKI SEBA .

+cw.—f!reader, canon-typical elements and themes, borderline yan themes, explic!t smūt, s/d dynamics + s/m themes, voice k!nk, strength k!nk, edging, use of sex toy ( vibrator ), orgasm denial,dubcon, begging, sub!space + sub!drop, praising, dacryphillia, aftercare

+wc.—2.6k

+syn.—Natsuki wanted to do something for you but that did not include hurting you; then, why are you crying ?

+notes. —This has been in my drafts for a few months when i made my debut post to the fandom but it's finally out. ngl the borderline yan behavior was a little hard for me to write given his character profile but i couldn't get that particular scene from my head. you'll see which scene I'm talking about when you get there and if you ended up spotting it please yell in tags / comments.this is also cross posted to ao3 & biker!gaku is my next post tho. | redirect to blog navigation.

Your relationship with Natsuki is ambiguous at best. You are an assassin. He is a weapon engineer. That is how things started between you two. You still remember the first time he asked you to volunteer for a test run for a particular weapon he made all by himself. He was so nonchalant as well as so tactless that it made you dismiss it. But you caved in eventually because he constantly kept nagging. He had the privilege to do so since you practically lived under the same roof as him, and ran into each other so many times throughout the whole day, making it impossible for you to avoid him.

“This is not going to be a habit,” you mentioned when you first volunteered and he just nodded. You swear you saw him laugh when he turned while nodding or could it be your imagination?

Somehow this thin layer between being a test subject for his newly invented devices and batchmate diluted to the point that now he is testing you, your patience, and your sanity without using any of his newfound devices. You can not pinpoint when it all started, the dilution of such a boundary. A boundary that you dared not to cross with him. A boundary that you drew with the sole purpose of ceasing all sorts of expansion of his relationship with you. It was for him: to keep him out, not for you, and it failed to keep you safe yet it managed to shock you whereas the mere existence of such a boundary tempted Natsuki enough to explore it, blur it, erase it, little by little until there was no trace of it.

Now, you are sitting on his lap legs sprawled apart to be as close to him as you can afford. He has both of your arms held under a tight grip keeping them at the valley of your waist.

“Comfortable?” he asks, his lips grazing underneath your ear over your cheek ever so slightly as he inclines to check his grip on you. You give him a hum as a response. With his free hand, he pushes a hard bulb inside your pussy. You know what it is, a pleasuring toy, a vibrator but with your knowledge you considered it quite small.

Seba-san said he wanted to surprise you with something. You have been so good to him, so helpful with his work, and needless to say so patient with him that he wants to do something for you; something that will make you content and happy, maybe wanting more of his surprises and thereby be dedicated to continue working with him on a pro-bono basis.

What could be more rewarding for you than making you cum? That too for the first time? He heard you once. Talking about it to Shin, saying how you always had to take care of yourself. How nobody bothered enough to make you cum! Always busy with just getting themselves off first. Natsuki practically felt his body shiver. You have never orgasmed before? That's hard to believe. How could such no one make you cum with a face like that? So pretty, so expressive. Moreover, he knows— he is aware of it that he can achieve this feat, oh dear the range of pleasure he could provide you— makes it hard for him to think it through.

Natsuki turns on the vibrator and the intensity has already swept away all your attention from the surroundings channeling it all onto him. “Is that the highest bar?” One of his eyebrows stretches upwards. So, you want more. . .? Is this too little for you, dear? Natsuki does not give you an answer but increases the intensity just one more bar making your lips curl inwards. You tip your head down, let your eyelids fall and your vision goes dark for a second. The sound of vibration reaches your ear. He increases one more bar and it just threatens you to hold on to something, anything.

Looking up you let out a wry awkward chuckle followed by a heavy gasp you ask, “Are there more?” Natsuki’s eyebrows pinch a little and then go back to normal.

“Yes.” His voice is low, raspy, and impatient. You try to loosen his grip but he is strong. You feel his grip on your wrist tightens further. “Three more buttons.” By now your legs have encapsulated his torso yet the urge to move your hips against his lower half does not go away. You do not want this sensation to stop either, just a little toned down but saying that might not give you the result you want.

Natsuki is not doing any better though. The choice of your clothing is bothering him, hindering him from studying you properly. He should have thought of that, perhaps buying you an outfit that would not expose your excited state too ludicrously. Honestly, he is holding back the urge to put his mouth on one of your nipples and suckle on it over the cloth. He can see it properly, your buttoned nipples. Do they match the color of your lips?

You have started to whimper, just a little though like a wounded cat but that is not the sound he wanted to hear. He increases the intensity by another progression and your forehead rests on his shoulder sniveling. You are in desperate need of distraction. You just can not let him see you like this, crumble like a house of cards. You refuse to give him a glimpse of such an intimate moment. Not to mention it will be your first time too.

“You are so impressive.” Natsuki opined, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. “I would not have lasted this long.” He lies. He lies because he knows he will win if you two make a bet to see who lasts longer. Maybe Natsuki should save it for the next session. Turning your head, you glance at him, gasping with your mouth open as he intently watches your eyes glisten with water. “Just one more left. You can do this. I think—he pauses to glance at your lips for a second. “I believe you really can if you try,” he soaks his lips by running the tip of his tongue in a quick swipe.

It's obviously tempting. You lean for a kiss but he sways his upper body away. Ah! The hurt in your eyes. The shock. The frustration. The anger. This is what he wanted to witness: the downfall of your tranquil demeanor that you always carry with you in each step. He increases the intensity to the fullest making you close your eyes. The way you are whimpering and breathing could easily be mistaken as the sound of a dying creature. His is hard but that does not bother him as much if he can see the tears rolling down your cheeks as you arch your body. There are beads of perspiration over your forehead, and chest a little bit on your face and hands.

“Stop.” you welp. “Make it stop.” Natsuki keeps the remote aside on the table, running the tip of his index finger over his bottom lip rashly.

“Why do you want to stop? You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He brushes his fingers against your cunt over the cloth making you jump releasing a hiss of pleasure. “Look. You are so wet.” Even after touching you through the cloth, his fingers are so sticky. He stretches his fingers revealing the strings of your arousal and glances at you. You can barely hold back your tears. You can not figure out if those are tears of pleasure or the embarrassment seeping into you as he licks his slick fingers staring right into your eyes.

“Then, at least leave my hands.” You say huffing it out with a pained sob then, start to cry making him go silent for a few seconds. He probably forgets to breathe until your whimpers start to get elongated, louder and finally turn into lewd cries of pleasure. This is a pleasure, yeah! It definitely is. He does not know what pleasure would look like on your face. So, he assumes it; even fantasizes about it a couple of times.

“No, that I can’t do.” He whispers but a mumble reaches to your ears. “But I can do this,” He states, taking his free hand behind you and interlacing his fingers with yours. It relaxes your strained muscles. He still kept his grip tightened while filling the gaps of your fingers with his not giving you even a bleak chance to free your hand.

Now his face is closer to yours but you know better than to pursue the desire of putting your lips on his. He rests his chin just at the advent of your cleavage on your chest watching you as you start to twist and turn your body, buck your hips. Your feet stretch out as farther it can as the wave finally stops hitting the shore. The way you inhaled through your mouth and then exhaled it felt like you were about to puke. Natsuki was the first to question, “What just happened? I didn't…

“Why did you stop?”

“I didn’t.” Is he lying? Is this fun to him? Tormenting you to the point of ruin. Natsuki can see your lips droop like the wilting petals of a flower, eyebrows growing closer to each other. You roll your bottom lip inside your mouth unable to take it anymore, feeling a wave of sorrow building inside your ribs. But you do not feel Natsuki’s hand anymore. So, without wasting any further seconds to got out of his clutches and ran towards the bathroom. Natsuki follows without thinking anything only to be met with the chocolate of the wood.

As soon as you bolt the door of the bathroom it all comes crashing down— flashes of his face when he was touching you, looking too fondly than he should, pushing your limits, and making you cum. You could not help but feel the guilt of it all since it was truly your fault all along. You could have said no and he would have listened. He is not that cruel. No. Never that cruel to you but you gave in because you were curious too. You were eager to know how it would feel to orgasm, to be touched so fondly and full of desire. And, you saw that desire in his eyes: that greedy lustful desire but you were wrong to think that you could contain it all in. Now it is oozing out of you, out of him. This realization that came so suddenly and so strongly which has been dormant for years, perhaps when you started frequenting his room often after being his mock-up weapon tester lets another wave of misery wash over you. Does he like you back the way you like him?

“I’m sorry.” You hear Natsuki’s voice. It is faded but you hear it, his breathing too. “I’m sorry.” Then again, “I’m sorry. . .I’m sorry. I— I will never do this again.”

“You don’t know that.” You shout from the inside of the bathroom, your voice hitting the walls howls back at you, and then you gasp before finally breaking into a sob. It hurts. It pains. It aches. It agonizes you to think of anything or even touch yourself to release that piled up pressure in you. You feel as if there was no spark fiery enough to create wildfire in your body. All those hook-ups and bad dates that ended up with you being used as a thing to get off . . . they are all coming back to you now . . .maybe it's you. . .maybe it's you who can’t cum and that is why they did what they craved: took care of themselves with your help.

Natsuki can hear you; your faint sob coming through the locked thick wooden door as he stands leaning his head on it. He knows saying sorry no matter how many times would be useless now but he still wanted to say it because it was never his intention to hurt you like this. He just wanted to see your pleasure and push you to the high end of your limits, show you something so strong, so impactful that every time you would touch yourself you would think of him, so every time you ever think of going out with another guy you would think of him. As Natsuki’s head rests on the wooden door he draws lazy patterns on the doors while waiting for you to come out.

It has been over half an hour. Natsuki does not mind standing even though you have not replied. But one thing has changed you have stopped crying. He can not hear your sobs anymore. He finally sits on the ground hearing something from the other side, his face still facing the door. He is waiting for you to come out, and see your face.

“Natsu, are you still there?” Your voice is murky. It wobbles as you speak more.

“Yes. yes. Of course. Am still here. Still here.” Natuski hears the lock of the door open with a click but you wait before pulling the door inside the bathroom to open it. You see Natsuki flopped on the floor, legs one of the other loosely placed with his headphones still as it was.

“Congrats. You broke the vibrator.” That was the first thing he could say when he saw you, your red swollen eyes. You are drenched from head to toe, water dripping on the floor as Natuski is forced to remember certain days when you would come home like this. Is this your coping mechanism?

“What?”

“Well. It was my fault too . . .” his eyes pull away from you as he confesses. He can’t think of anything other than being near you. He does not want you to watch you fall apart. If you do, he will be there to pick up the pieces and build Rome again. He knows it’ll be different Rome, he knows that but still worth a try. “Shall we go eat something? You must be hungry.”

“Nah!” you walk past him, fully drenched looking for a towel. You appreciate his sentiment, you really do but right now you do not want those pair of eyes to look at you. Natsuki gets up and walks up to you holding you by your upper arm and jerking you towards himself. You do not protest much. You are tough. You can handle it when he is rough with you but lust and desire are oozing out of you. It’s hard to just watch and not do anything about it, about the spill.

Natsuki cups one of your breasts and you cling to his touch like a branch of a tree reaching out for sunlight. He wets his bottom lip before pressing his thumb over your nipple. It does not take for him to wipe the boundary off that you had put up to keep him away. His lips on yours cascading like waterfall from a mountain,hand tending to your breast while your hands find a way to clamp around his shoulders pulling him into the kiss, dampening his clothes more and more till he squeezes your breasts a little too hard making you come back to reality, pushing him away to breath again. Your shoulders are against his chest now. His grip over your upper arm is still intact. He won’t let you go. He won’t let you go. He won’t.

“If you don’t take care of yourself then I'll be forced to do so.” Your eyes are so sharp as you swat your head to look at him.

“Yes.” You murmur and glance at his lips. “Yes. Yes. ‘course.” You lean towards him a little saying, “I’m hungry, very much hungry.” as your lips clash against his again.

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ryemackerel · 5 months ago

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The boys and their chompers, fuck yeah!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Mainly a reference for how I draw all their teeths including some fun facts and all, because god damnit I love giving silly guys niche details. But autism took over and this is mainly an excuse to draw all four of them on the same canvas JAGAHSHSB

I don’t draw all of them together as much as I’d like to PFF but this still turned out really cool. This got made also because I kept looking at the TordEdd/TomMatt redraws and I HAD to make something.

Also funnily enough, I was inspired by @ brodyfoxxsmassivetits ‘s (awesome username) fanart of my Tom design BAHAHA go check out their art!! :D My guy drew Tom with his sharp teeths so I was like FUCK YEAH !! So an idea struck and I HAD to draw Tom and his goofy ass sharp teeth HEHEHEHDGSH Thank you for being cool Jimbo 🫵🫵

speedpaint…

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renguro · 3 months ago

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Now that S2 is almost over, I wanted to finally get out that post talking about all of the insights and things I did, learned, or other fun stuff about the countdown pieces I made. I still have something in mind for the S2 finale, so maybe if you read (or skip) to the end I'll have a preview for you?

Oh god here we go One day I was coming home from work and decided to check how many days there were until the new season released and I found it was 7 days. So I did all of these in 7 days. Literally everyone was worried about me because I did nothing but draw for those 7 days.

... Except for when I went back to work. I worked I came home and then drew until I literally couldn't anymore lmao. I remember being dazed and exhausted after the Clock Keepers and my dad came up to my room literally right as I finished and asked, "Have you gone to sleep?" And I said, "NOPE! :D" I was living on energy drinks

I'm also 90% sure this started the "ren you're doing too much you need to chill the hell out" thing with me and my friends now

When I was doing these, I had only read the first ten volumes of Hanako-kun at the time, so I was stopped right in the middle of Picture Perfect. I had the second box set, but I just hadn't gotten the time to read it since I got it for Christmas. That means I didn't know Shijima's full deal, and I didn't even know Hakubo's name, so I was winging it hard.

All of the full pieces are linked by clicking their names :)

NO.7 HANAKO

You can tell from the speedpaint I was struggling hard with the pose lmao. I honestly felt like the one I chose was a cop-out and didn't feel energetic enough, but the time crunch got me. At this point, I was also really unsure about how I wanted to treat the colors, because I'd only just started dipping into seriously studying how Aida does it. So many references. And him wearing basically all black didn't help I wanted to scream. I was TRYING to keep everything as solid colors without falling back on overlay and multiply layers, but I got desperate. Still looks pretty good I think.

My favorite part was probably the hakujoudai and the detailing on his collar/shoulders! If I were to edit anything, I think I'd put more on the bottom half of the background because it feels a touch empty. kinda killed it on this pant leg and his hat tho

NO.6 HAKUBO

Like I said, I had no idea who Hakubo was. For the first half of things, I couldn't even find his name, I was just calling him "Shinigami-sama..." I wasn't going to go trampling into spoilers just for references either, so I was freaking out on what to do for the background. All I knew was that there was something to do with lotuses or bugs, and already having an idea of where I'd take Tsuchigomori, I took the lotus route. I uh also hope I didn't make his face too feminine. I don't know why but when drawing male characters who are larger or more built (even if it didn't turn out obvious in this piece) I somehow keep making them look like butches.

Shading his hair was the most fun part out of all of this, I usually never draw characters with hair as short as his, so it was a fun challenge! I'm also just a sucker for kimonos and flowy clothes. He was probably one of the most fun ones for me, even if he was so early on. I LOVE the texture I got on the skull. (even if it's technically too small.)

NO.5 TSUCHIGOMORI

Tsuchigomori onwards ALL used this sticky note full of thumbnails I drew at work for reference. Yes that is a note next to him that says + cuntier. He was also drawn on the same day that I did Hakubo, so I managed to buy myself some extra time.

I was so excited for this one because I could see it so well in my mind's eye, until I realized how many hands I'd need to draw. And then I sucked it up and locked in because I love Tsuchigomori. I'm so pleased with how I worked in more of the blues into the shading and his hair. It was at this point that I think I was understanding how I wanted to take the colors for all of these pieces! I enjoyed doing the fun trick I learned with the weave on his sweater and the spiderwebs where I drew a thick like and then erased the middle. Nearly forgot the markings on his forehead too lmao.

I wonder whose black book he's reading?

NO.4 SHIJIMA

Oh Shijima. I truly had zero real clue about her, and I managed to dodge spoilers about Mei even when I was looking up references. That's why she's painting using her paintbrush clone haha. It's still cute though, so I'm keeping it. Her hair kept giving me trouble because it's the kind of hair you draw and don't really realize just how big you're drawing it until you have to fix it. Actually, I'm having that exact issue on what I'm working on right now, and I'll fix it after I take a break.

I dug up a comment I made while I was working on it and I still stand by this.

There's also something a little odd about the positioning of her chin that I was too exhausted to fix, and I SUPER fudged the coloring on her hair. Also I really didn't know what to put in the background OTHER than the atelier, but I can't really draw buildings! So uh! The exhaustion was beginning to set in after 3 days of this. (Since Hakubo and Tsuchigomori were done on the same day. I didn't keep that time advantage for long though.)

think i fudged it okay, though.

NO.3 MITSUBA

I was struggling on Mitsuba some because that thing where you see/read something and then forget about it only for it to arise as something you think you did happened. That pose I thumbnailed on the sticky note was WAY too close to the official Hell of Mirrors standee/art. Luckily I contain extreme Mitsuba bias (shocker) and I was able to figure it out. I had a ton of problems shading his coat just like I did with Hanako. It's so hard to keep things from melding together when you've mostly got them wearing black.

It's an odd thing to be proud about, but I feel I did the best on the.. Legs of his pants, the chains and lockets, and the eyes and teeth on his jacket. That and the ribcage scarf. I'm really disappointed in myself for the background and his hair, if I'm being honest. I wanna fix his eyes. I STILL haven't figured out his hair either too. Which makes me even more surprised that my friends said, ren, your bias is showing on this one because I was like IS IT??? ARE YOU CERTAIN?

his hand turned out nice too and did i mention i had fun on the ribcage

NO.2 YAKO

I sketched the first initial draft for Yako on the same day I drew Hakubo and Tsuchigomori, but when it finally came time to sit down and draw her? I realized there would be so much empty space where I couldn't have fun with colors and it'd just be the white back of her kimono, so I turned her around and scrapped the idea of her fox form curling around her. I couldn't fit fox Yako in, and I'm STILL kind of bummed about that.

The flow of her hair was so much fun to figure out, as well as the patterns on her kimono. I'm really happy with the background, combining the aspects of the Misaki Stairs' original version and the one after she's been removed from her seat with the spider lilies. The lilies themselves are a little fudged if you look too close, so... Don't look too close? :3

loved the kimono. every bit. can't believe i had her turned around.

NO.1 AKANE/MIRAI/KAKO

MY FAVORITE PART ABOUT THIS WAS THE COGS IN THE BACKGROUND SORRY AKANE'S FACE BOTHERS ME I NEED TO FIX IT ONE DAY HE LOOKS TOO OLD I WAS LOSING MY MIND AND THE EXHAUSTION WAS KILLING ME IT BEGAN MY HATE OF DRAWING AKANE'S HAIR BECAUSE *GESTURES VAGUELY*

Uh okay some good things to say about this one... The colors were a ton of fun to figure out how to place, and I think I at least did a good job on that part. Shading gold things is always really fun! And at least Akane's ponytail was fun to make flow, I was riding the high from Yako's hair here. I think I got a lot of that fun flowy movement in here, which I'm pleased about. This was another one that my friends say turned out the best, again that I'm ??? about.

these cogs are my everything

FINAL THOUGHTS + EXTRAS

All of the kanji's colorings for their numbers were taken directly from the anime! I don't really wanna get rid of that fun reference even if in like, Tsuchigomori's case the colors are REALLY different from the main piece.

Most of the first day was spent on, Hanako of course, and then setting up the frames for everyone else to go into. I spent money to get the patterns to go on the colored part, actually. Constraining everyone to the frames helped a LOT in terms of balancing myself and made it fun to choose what elements would stick outside of them. If I pushed for entire full backgrounds, then I would have been doing even worse.

I was on the ropes at the end. I was half dead and drawing like I was possessed. And the catharsis of it being done and it all looking acceptable just. Ough. I don't know if I'll ever have a high like that again. There's an evil, evil part of me that says, ren! redraw all of them for s3 under the exact same constraints! And shit I might but I'll complain about it. I think it's more likely though that I go back and doctor them up some so I can print them as standees. Probably just for myself, but I do want to build a stock for artist alleys.

I had so, so much fun overall even if it was so much it really could have put my already bad health in more danger. I learned so much about coloring, lineart, framing things, and I really attribute my gauntlet to the explosion in my art progress. That, and my sheer adoration for this series. Am I rambling? I just love TBHK. It's only been 5 months since I first discovered it and it's done so, so much for me.

Even if you went and scrolled through all of this nonsense, which I don't blame you for, here's a little preview of what I'm trying to finish by next week for the finale.

I can't believe we're on the final episode! It's so close now, and it keeps flooring me how little time has really passed. I'll try and push to get SOMETHING else done before then, but we'll see. I've got so much I want and have to get done.

#myart #fanart #ren rambles #(technically lol)#tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #hanako kun #amane yugi #hakubo tbhk #tsuchigomori #shijima mei #mitsuba #yako tbhk #akane tbhk

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drewdoa · 6 months ago

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⤷ # viktor headcannons • (a little modern..my bad)

⤷ a/n: hii this is my first post :)) these hcs don’t target any specific gender! though i will make small notes to those that do :D enjoy <3

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very much the type to bring you coffee, like all the time. i picture him to be almost reliable on coffee (cause of how he’s chronically in that damn lab), he doesn’t drink it very sweet. this doesn’t mean he won’t mix things up a little though! pouring new syrups and stuff he tries and bringing you cups throughout the day. (for afab readers he brings you iced coffee and chocolates/candy when it’s your time of the month too <3)

in his free time he shops for new clothes even if he doesn’t even end up purchasing any. he also looks at clothes for you, no matter the style he will bring you something. i feel like this could sprout an idea for a little outfit haul with you guys ;))

when he’s writing notes, he outlines sentences that start with the letter of your first name. eventually it turns into connect the dots with how much he does it. there was a time where he broke night and ended up sketching your name onto his forearm. unfortunately, you didn’t notice it till after he showered and it was almost gone :(

for masc readers, he takes your ties and wears them religiously. jayce even asked what brand it was once since viktor never took it off. (<- d1 gatekeeper) this also goes for your undershirts, you wonder why your scent is so strong in his lab.

for fem readers, he collects your hair ties like cards. usually one coordinated to his uniform. there’s always a decently used black one on his left hand, it looks familiar…he took it from your desk when you met

if you bite your nails/skin, viktor keep a wrap on his hands lightly with bandages incase your accidentally cut yourself. he would then tend to the cut as fast as possible, kissing your forehead everytime he’s finished.

definitely a pro a making you things as gifts. he usually makes you flowers out of scraps he’s done using. he once made a whole bouquet with crystals that glow! the next morning, actual flowers were placed on your bed.

100% practices witchcraft sometimes. and he owns tarot cards. that is all.

is good with food/spices and stuff. he would send you recipes for you to try along with helping you out in the kitchen <3

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ • hi hello!! i hope you enjoyed these things i cooked up :)) more of my writing will be about things like this so if you liked this post feel free to check back for more of my stuff !! - drew •˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

{ by the way i am a new writer!! feel free to go to my asks and request anything <3 }

#arcane #arcane x reader #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor nation #doa x arcane #arcane fanfic

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coolyiooo · 2 years ago

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BSD Men - When Their Rival Flirts With You

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya

❗WARNINGS❗: smut, MDNI, biting, hickeys, public, recording, praise, breeding kink, scratching, etc

🖤DAZAI🖤

Dazai has enemies here and there, but the one he hates the most is Chuuya.You and Dazai were at a clothing store, but Dazai said he'd be right back to get some drinks from a food stand.

You were looking around the store and found a hat aisle. You put on a black hat and checked yourself out in a mirror, when suddenly you heard a faint voice, you almost didn't hear it, coming next to you.

"Wow.."

You looked next to you and saw a stranger look at you. He had red hair and blue eyes, making him attractive to the eye, but he was staring at you a little too much.

"...can I help you?" You asked

He stammers and begins to blush a tad "N-no! sorry, you just ah- it looks good on you. Your just ...yea"

You both stared at each other, until Chuuya looks away from you flustered, pretending to look at the other hats. He didn't mean to say something out loud, even if it was a whisper, but he has just never seen someone so beautiful.

When you were wearing the hat it looked like you were wearing his hat, which only made him feel some type of way.Something about him seemed familiar.

You kept staring at him and he noticed, with curiosity, he looks back at you. You both look at each other, his cheeks have a pink color pigment to them.

"Do I...know you from somewhere-?" You asked when suddenly two large drinks of soda fell on Chuuya, leaving you and him in shock.

"Oh no! What a klutz I am! Belladonna, are you alright?" Dazai asked with consideration

"D-Dazai!" You yelled in shock from the mess he made on the stranger

You turned to Chuuya and placed a hand on his shoulder "Are you ok?" That was when Chuuya finally made eye contact with Dazai

"AHHH!! A WET DOG, OH! it's just Chuuya.."

Your eyes looked at Dazai. It seems he knows who this man is.

"Dazai..." Chuuya grumbled "What the hell are you doing here?!" Chuuya yelled, finishing his sentence

"Oh! I'm just shopping with my, Belladonna. My girlfriend!"

"Your.. what?" Chuuya asked in disbelief

Dazai shakes his head up and down with a huge smile. He then turns to look at you. You looked back at him with a dazed look, how did these two know eachother? Too many things were happening at once

Dazai then gives you a big, fat kiss on your lips, making a loud kissing noise. He then starts to attack your face with kisses, which only drew a lot of attention to the three of you.Chuuya looked at you two with wide eyes as you pushed Dazai away from you, by placing two hands on his chest.

"Dazai! Your making a scene!" You yelled in a whisper, like a mom telling their kid to stop embarrassing them in a store.

Dazai pouted "but, bella-"

"Hey, excuse me. You three need to leave the store. Your being a disturbance to our costumers" an employee interrupted

"Oh, ma'am! It's all this one's fault" Dazai said, pointing at Chuuya

Chuuya's face turned red from anger. He looked like he was about to attack Dazai "what the hell are you saying you bastard?!"

Before the situation can become more of a mess, you stepped in and bowed continuously to the employee

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. We'll leave immediately"

You grabbed Chuuya and took him out of the store. You just wanted to help him get paper towels or something. You didn't even pay attention to Dazai because you were a bit frustrated with him. You practically left Dazai behind, but he followed the both of you until you yelled at him to get some napkins.

You grabbed a couple of napkins from your bag and tried to wipe away some of the soda on his clothes while apologizing. Chuuya's anger vanished into thin air ever since you started to basically put your hands all over his body.

"T-this has nothing to do with you, you have nothing to apologize for." He said with blush on his cheeks "It's all that bastards fault" He finished with an annoyed tone

"Do you two know eachother?" You asked

"Unfortunately" Chuuya responded

He saw Dazai coming back with a paper towel roll and he noticed your hands all over Chuuya. They both just gave each other a death glare

Dazai took your hands off of Chuuya "Bella, you shouldn't touch trash"

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Chuuya yelled, standing up. People's attention was going towards you three again

"Not before I do! I saw how you were looking at her. Don't get any funny ideas!"

You pinched Dazai's cheek harshly, making him yelp in pain, Stopping the fight once again "your acting like a child!"

You then helped Chuuya clean his clothes and learned more about the two, like when they met. Before you left, you forced Dazai to apologize to him.

"now if you excuse me. I have to put someone down" you said

Dazai and Chuuya both had shocked faces, but Chuuya's face turned into a smirk " I think your my new favorite person.. y/n was it?"

You nodded with a smile "see you later, Chuuya" you waved bye.

When you got home, you were just about to yell at Dazai for being an idiot, but he immediately slammed your back against the wall and dove into the crook of your neck, sucking and kissing on it. You were about to yell at him, but his knee started to rub in between your legs, making you aroused.

After creating a couple of hickeys, he pulled away "why was all your attention on him instead of me?" He asked in a breathy, deep voice.

Realization hit you "is that what this was all about? You were just jealous?"

He crossed his arms and looked away from you, closing his eyes.

You scoffed slightly " 'Samu you know I only have eyes for you"

"Then prove it to me, because it didn't look like it back there" he pouted

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the collar of his shirt, forcefully bringing him to the bedroom. You threw him on the bed and got on top of him

" it's disappointing how I have to remind you how much you mean to me, love" You started to take off your shirt "so I'll make sure you'll never doubt me again"

Few minutes have passed and here you are, riding him at a rough pace. His moaning is loud, but so are yours. His head looks down to where your both connected

"You see how good mmn~! I take you?" You asked

He whimpers "yeah~ ah~ so tight and wet mmn~ just for me" His hands grip onto your hips.

He then starts to remember about what happened earlier, how Chuuya looked at you and how you touched him. He wanted to punish you just a bit.He suddenly pushes you and gets on top of you. you were about to say something, but he starts to pound into you, making you stutter a moan

Dazai all of a sudden starts to bite you over and over again, all over your neck. His bites only made your walls clench around him more.

"Your mine, bella~! Ah~! I want everyone else- mmn~ to know your mine ngh! And I'm yours" he pounds deeper into you as you dig your nails into his back.

He smirks, knowing that you'll be leaving a mark on him too

"i- I'm going to mmn! Cum!" You moaned

It didn't take him long before he pushed himself as deep as he can and came inside you, moaning your name while hugging you tightly. You came with him when you felt the warmth, moaning with him.You both were out of breath, still holding onto each other.

He kisses your bite marks and looks deeply into your eyes, a tired smile on his lips

"you know, I wouldn't mind if you left some hickeys and bite marks on me too"

💚RANPO💚

Ranpo's main rival would probably be Poe, so this is how you first met the guy. You were waiting for Ranpo in front of a building, something for an investigation. He told you he was going to invite someone else, but he never told you who or what they look like.

You were simply standing outside waiting for you boyfriend. Off in the distance, Poe saw your figure and immediately thought you were mesmerizing. Poe kind of just stood still while looking at you, the whole world stopped for a second.

While he was admiring your beauty, Karl (his raccoon) got off his shoulders and ran up to you, startling him and making him run after his raccoon.

You were about to call Ranpo, since he was taking a long time. Suddenly, you see a raccoon running towards you.

Everything was moving too fast for you to react. You stood there as you watched this raccoon leap towards you. Your eyes widen a bit, until a hand abruptly grabs the raccoon by the back of it's neck, scruffing it like a puppy.

You were dazed, did this random stranger really grab a raccoon by the neck? You just stood there and looked at this man, who's hair was covering his eyes, until he spoke

"I-im so sorry! He usually never acts like this!" The man apologized

He put the raccoon around his shoulders like a parrot or something. "W-wait that's your...pet?" You asked

"Uh- y-yes"

You were shocked, but immediately became in awe.

You walked closer to the man to take a better look at his raccoon " he is so cute! Can I pet him?"

Poe started to blush, since you were too close to him. "Ah- y-yes! w-well, you can hold him if you want"

Before Poe could grab Karl, Karl jumped on to your shoulders. You jumped from surprise for a second, before you became enamoured by a cute animal on your shoulders. You kept calling Karl cute and how cool Poe was for having such an exotic pet, making him blush. Poe was just about to say something when, out of no where, he felt a harsh slap on his back.

"Hey, Poe! Whatcha doin?" Ranpo yelled with a smile on his face

"R-Ranpo!" Poe said with shock

"Ranpo! Took you long enough. I've been here waiting" you said, a tad annoyed

"I got lost, sugar" Ranpo responded to you while kissing your cheek

"Of course you did" you sighed

"S-sugar?" Poe was stunned

"Oh, yeah! Poe this is y/n, my girlfriend, and y/n this is Poe, the person I told you we're going to meet up today"

Poe felt his soul leave his body. He didn't know Ranpo had a significant other. You were also a little stunned. You just thought 'what a coincidence'

"I see you've already greeted each other" Ranpo said

You chuckled "well I was just having fun with the raccoon"

"R-Ranpo, I didn't know you had a girlfriend"

"Well now you know! She's quite the beauty, isn't she?" He started to attack your face with kisses. People's eyes went towards you two, making you slightly embarrassed

"Ranpo, I love you, but this is not the place" you whispered with consideration

"Your right. We should save all that stuff for later" Ranpo said with a smirk

Poe looked pale as snow "hm? Is everything ok?" Ranpo asked Poe

"Oh, n-nothing. I have to sit down"

Suddenly, Poe felt Ranpo put a hand on his shoulder and leaned into his ear

" I know you must be devastated, but there are other fish in the sea" Ranpo gave him a warm smile

Poe's face went completely red. He couldn't defend himself, even if he wanted to. You just looked at the two with confusion.

"Now time for the investigation!" Ranpo yelled

It didn't take long for Ranpo to finish the investigation, to be Honest, you don't really know why he brought you and Poe along, maybe he was just bored. You all sat on a bench while eating ice cream. You were all enjoying the silence and the taste of the desert until Ranpo blurted out

"Well me and y/n have to do something very quickly before I forget. Just wait for us here Poe!"

Ranpo then grabs your hand and drags you into a building. You still had your ice cream in your hand as he took you into the restroom. It was a single bathroom, so you had the whole room to yourselves. I think you know where this is about to go.

Poe checks the time after waiting for about 5 minutes. He saw the building you and him went into and decided to go and find you two. He looked around in the building and couldn't find a single trace. Poe then decided to just go to the restroom, but before he even touched the handle he heard voices from the inside.

Ranpo was nibbling gently on your neck, leaving small dark hickeys all over you. You were straddling Ranpo as you jumped on his dick. Your hands were on his hair and shoulder and his were on your hips.

"You feel so good around me, sugar~ so tight~" he mumbles against your skin

"Mmn~ too good~ Ranpo, I'm going to cum~"

Poe's face was red as if all of his blood went to his cheeks. He immediately speed walked back to the bench and decided to wait for you two there. He'd be lying if he said your moans didn't aroused him.

When he went back to the bench. He tried to cover his slightly hardened cock by crossing his legs. He couldn't get your voice out of his head. It didn't take long for you and Ranpo to come back. Ranpo had a big smile on his face and you were slightly blushing while smiling.

"We're back! And it's time to go"

Poe blushed a bit "where did you guys go?"

He tried to act dumb, but he forgot he was talking to the Greatest detective. Ranpo smirked and leaned into his ear

"I think you already know"

💜FYODOR 💜

Fyodor is a man who has many enemies, but his main one would be Dazai. You first met Dazai when you were walking with Fyodor to an alleyway. Fyodor left his stuff in a dumpster and couldn't find his hat when suddenly Dazai appeared, wearing his white ushanka.

You were surprised when someone from the ADA found you two, but Fyodor seemed relaxed, as if he knew this was going to happen.They both exchange a couple of words, when suddenly, Dazai noticed your presence.

He was astonished at how he didn't pay attention to you until now. Fyodor's eyes grew a bit darker, knowing what Dazai's thoughts were

"Oh my.." Dazai started, while staring at you with star gazed eyes and slight blushed cheeks

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever come across" he said with a soft voice, like he couldn't believe his eyes

You looked at him with a confused face, shocked by the words this man was saying to you. He shouldn't be flirting with someone from an organization that's trying to eliminate his.

"Ah~ So that's how fallen angels lure the humans into sin. With you being one of them and as stunning, bewitching, drop dead gorgeous as you are, who could ever say no to you? " Dazai said

Before you could respond, Fyodor got in front of you in a possessive manner. Your head peeking out of his shoulder as Dazai looked at you two like he was thinking, then put two and two together

"Oh! I'm sorry, are you two an item by any chance?" Dazai asked, scratching his head

"I would prefer if you wouldn't speak to her" Fyodor responded with a wicked smile

"Wow, how cute! Look at you being all protective~ I would be too if she was mine. You are quite a lucky man aren't you?" Dazai smirks

"Indeed I am and don't waste your time coming up with faithless ideas. She would never fall for someone like you"

Their faces and tone was filled with an intense, passive aggressive aura. It was making you uncomfortable as they both slyly smiled at each other.You decided to back Fyodor up to kill two birds with one stone. To help Fyodor ease up a bit and to tell Dazai to respectfully stfu.

"I would have to agree. I mean, I wouldn't fall for a half done mummy" you said

The cold atmosphere immediately went away when their focus was back to you. Fyodor let out an amused chuckle as Dazai was embarrassed. His face turned white

"I've been called many things, But not a half done mummy" Dazai responded in almost a whine and a pout

After more exchanges of words, someone from the top of a building shoots Dazai. It left you in shock, but Fyodor gave you a reassuring look, you then knew that this was just part of his plan.

After they both said their last words, Fyodor gives you a look that tells you it's time to go. You nod and give him a small smile as you hug his left arm, your cheek laying on his shoulder. While you both walk away, Fyodor kisses the top of your head, side eyeing Dazai who's laid out on the ground looking at you two.

When you two both made it home safely. He brought you towards the bedroom and very gently started to kiss your lips. Your heart was fluttering. His lips felt like tears, kindly caressing your skin and bringing you sudden warmth.It was a struggle, but when you both needed some air, you pulled away. Both of you breathing heavily

"Don't tell me I have to remind you that I only have eyes for you, Fedya" you said in a breathy whisper

He smiled "of course not, my love. I just.. have to mark what's mine"

He pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you. He begins to kiss your neck, already making you moan quietly.

"I have to show others that you belong to me" he says against your skin.

That night, Fyodor made love to you in a tender, yet rough, way. He left hickeys and bite marks in visible places, which only turned you on more and moan his name.One of your hands was grabbing onto his shoulder and the other held the back of his head while he sucked on your neck.

He was going at a normal pace, but even then he reached deep inside you. He stops sucking on the skin of your neck to kiss the fresh mark. You could hear him quietly groan.

"Oh, how I wish he could see how beautifully you spread your legs just for me, moya lyubov~" he said in between kisses

He lifts his head up, his forehead against yours, looking deeply into your eyes

" mmm~ I want him to know how incredible I make you feel ah~ how much I satisfy you in every way"

"Mmm~ you do, Fedya~ ah~! Your the only one who's ever made me satisfied~" you responded

He smirks then starts to thrust deeper into you, reaching you two closer to your climaxes. "You are so ravishing, my love~ I'm- mmn~ at my limit~" he groans

You wrapped your legs completely around his waist, locking him in place to tell him to cum inside you. The pleasure was too good, you couldn't even form sentences.

He understood what you wanted and kept going.A little while longer of rubbing his cock against your tight walls, he found his release and came deep inside, biting your neck, letting a groan out .

You moaned his name loudly as you also came with him. You both didn't move for a bit. You were just trying to catch your breaths, but he softly says

"I really am a lucky man to call you mine"

💙ATSUSHI💙

Atsushi's rival is obviously Akutagawa. You were on a shopping date with Atsushi, but you both parted ways for a bit and decided to meet up somewhere else.

You were on your phone trying to find Atsushi while walking on the sidewalk. You then randomly bumped into someone roughly, it was almost like you hit a wall.

"Watch where your-!... Oh" the stranger said.

He was annoyed at first when someone suddenly bumped into him, but when he took a good look at you, he felt his mind go blank just for a second, in a good way somehow.You touched your head to ease the pain as you look at the stranger.

He had black hair with white tips at the front. He wore a long, black coat with a ruffled top. You noticed his tone was full of anger at first that soon turned to a calm one.

"I- I'm sorry" he apologized

You felt like it was actually your fault for bumping into him "No, I'm sorry! I wasn't looking"

His eyes widen slightly "I wasn't either. your fine"

You smile kindly, but you realized that you've probably seen him before

"...hey, you look familiar.." you said

He look dumbfounded and without thinking he said "I doubt it. If I've seen someone like you before, I would've remember"

Your eyes widen a bit as you tilted your head. He realized what he just said and blushed slightly "I mean-.. I just have a good memory"

You chuckle gently while scratching your head "Yeah, I must be imagining things"

You both looked at eachother for a second before you heard a familiar voice next to you "Y/n, I got you some flowers! I hope you like them"

You look at a small bouquet that Atsushi had in his hands and smile widely. You gasp "Awe, thank you so much, Atsushi. You didn't have to" you kiss his cheek

"You?..." The stranger whispered, grumbling gently

"Akutagawa?" Atsushi said.

You finally realized why the stranger looked familiar. It's because you've heard about him from the ADA

"what are you doing here?" They said at the same time

"I'm here on a date" Atsushi responded. His eyes darken and his tone seemed on edge

Akutagawa's face looked extremely confused "A date? You? "

You stepped into the conversation "Yes, I'm his girlfriend"

Akutagawa looked at you baffled. Why is someone like you dating someone like him and why does he care so much? He doesn't know you at all, but he felt... Disappointed.

Without thinking he said in a harsh tone "You shouldn't waste your time on a pathetic man like him"

Atsushi eyes looked hurt for a split second. How dare someone talk about him like this?

You protested "Atsushi is the strongest man I know in every way"

He responded " Don't be ridiculous. You could do better"

Now you were pissed "Why don't you mind your own business? And I doubt I could. He's the only one who's ever made me satisfied"

Before anybody could say more, you held Atsushi's hand and dragged him away from Akutagawa. Akutagawa wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Why did he care so much about someone he barley just met? He doesn't know

As you dragged Atsushi away, after a couple minutes, Atsushi started to gently tell you to stop. You immediately stopped as you apologized to Atsushi

"I'm sorry, I just didn't like how he spoke about you and any second longer I probably would've done something I would regret" you said embarrassed

He looked at you with a worried expression "Did you really mean everything you said?"

You look at him surprised "Of course I do. Without a doubt!"

He smiles genuinely while he hugs you passionately "Thank you" he whispers

You hug him back with a warm smile, but you then asked "Don't tell me you believed some of his words because if so. I'll just have to prove to you how much I love you"

He smiled kindly "I already know, love, but um-" he looked away embarrassed with a blush "I..didn't like how he was looking at you" he finished his sentence

"How do you mean?"

"It- doesn't matter, but" he pushed your back gently against a wall while hugging you

In you ear he said " I don't want people getting the wrong idea that your single, so..." Atsushi kisses your neck, pulling you closer with his hand that's on your back, forgetting that you were both in a public setting.

He mumbles against your skin "I want others to know your mine"

Time flew by after you both made it to your apartment. You were both in your room, on the bed, with Atsushi on top of you. His thrusts were rough and so were his bites on your body, but his kisses were so full of love.

The bed frame would occasionally hit against the wall, making a thudding noise.You were both moaning and breathing heavily. The sensation made your heart beat faster as you were slowly feeling your release approaching

He bites on your shoulder as you moan his name loudly. "Your voice is so beautiful, y/n , mmn~! e-especially when you say my name~ "

He kissed your lips and asked "do I- ah~! make you feel good?"

You look into his eyes "you feel so good~ mmn~ i-im actually about to- ah~ cum~"

"I-i love it when you do ngh~! so don't hold back~"

His thrusts became harder and faster. His cock reaching deeper inside of you and it felt like he was only getting bigger. You could tell he was close to cumming too

You scratched your nails against his back, leaving red lines all over him. He kept saying ' I love you's' as he went faster. Both of you moaning and whimpering until he gripped your hips tightly and shot his load inside you.

You were both panting as you felt each other twitching from the orgasm. He was still inside you as he kissed your lips. He looked at you deeply in the eyes

"can we..do it again?"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

We all know who Chuuya's rival is, which is Dazai. You were following Chuuya after you both heard that the port mafia captured him. You've never seen the guy, but Chuuya always talked smack about him, so naturally, you also don't really like the guy.

When you walked down some stairs, you saw a man cuffed to a Pilar. He hands and even neck were covered in bandages. His hair was brown with slight curls.

Based off of what Chuuya has told you, this is Dazai.His eyes were closed as if he was sleeping, but when he heard foot steps approaching, his eyes went directly towards you first

His eyes turned into stars as he said "Do my eyes deceive me or do I see a goddess? Am I..in heaven? Oh wait, Chuuya is here. nevermind"

You were taken aback by the flirtatious comment, but before you could react, Chuuya punched Dazai in the stomach. You heard Dazai grunt in pain

"Want to say that to my girlfriend again, you bastard?"

"Girlfriend? You? Out of all people, you have a girlfriend?" Dazai asked in disbelief before he started to chuckle, only making Chuuya punch him again

They both kept making fun of the other for a bit before Chuuya asked him what his real plan for being captured was. Dazai said he planned to be killed, but Chuuya didn't buy it.

Dazai's attention went back to you for a split second, before talking to Chuuya again "You better be treating her well or else I'd snatch her right up~"

Chuuya, with his feet, cuts off the chains that were holding Dazai. "I'd like to see you try without getting killed! And what makes you think I don't treat her well? I bet all you'd do is ask her to do a double suicide with you"

"Your not wrong, but not before i treat her like a queen"

"Shut up! The real reason why I'm here is because I want to fight you. I want to crush you and whatever scheme you dreamed up"

Dazai then, with a snap of his fingers, unlocks his cuffs. They both exchanged words, Dazai spoke about how if he wanted to be free he would've done so. They then proceeded with full on fighting each other.

At this point, you were just there watching the fight. No real reason as to why you were there, but at least you were enjoying the fight. After awhile of them beating eachother up, Dazai told Chuuya why he can't kill him and if he did, he'd just get into trouble. This made Chuuya mad because he knows Dazai is right

After a few more words, Chuuya held your hand gently and walked towards to the stairs to leave. Before you two left, Dazai said something to you

"If you ever want to do a double suicide call me, my belladonna~ I would love it if you, a goddess, to be the last thing I see on this earth"

You saw that Chuuya was about to yell some shit at him, but you then said with a smile "Wish I could say the same, but I'm in love with Chuuya"

He smiles back at you "Oh Trust me, Belladonna. You could do so much better"

"BASTARD!" Chuuya was about to go beat up Dazai again, until you held the back of his jacket to keep him steady

"Trust you? trust me when I say you can never be compared to Chuuya. Not in a million years"

Your eyes suddenly darkened as you still held a smile "I don't like it when assholes make fun of the people I love, so please shut the fuck up"

Your words only made Dazai shiver "so creepy. I bet you learned that from Chuuya"

Chuuya ignored his words and just looked into your eyes. He loved that you just told Dazai off. Chuuya simply cupped your cheek as he smiled at you. He kissed your cheek, but you grabbed his face to kiss his lips.

You were both passionately kissing while Dazai was just uncomfortably watching. "Um- hey, you guys know I'm still here, right?"

Chuuya suddenly carries you bridal style "Yea, sorry, we suddenly have plans. Something you wouldn't understand"

Before Dazai could say anything Chuuya left. You quickly found yourselves at your shared apartment on the bed. You both kissed eachother roughly while moaning.

He pulled away for a second "Sorry, darling, but I have to let others know that your not available"

He went to kiss your neck and shoulders, already starting to bite and leave hickeys. You held the back of his head to bring him closer. He picked you up by under your thighs. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms went around his neck.

He then aggressively hits your back against a wall and looks at you "Say goodbye to walking, love, because it's going to be a fun night~"

Minutes passed and you find yourself bending over a table as Chuuya fucks you from behind. Both of you moaning loudly while your skin claps against each thrust.The table was scrapping against the ground from how aggressive he was being. His grip on your ass was definitely going to leave a mark and your nails left scratch marks on the table.

He then bent over. His chin was on your shoulder while he kissed your cheek. Chuuya, out of no where, bites deeply into your shoulder, making you moan his name loud.

He pulled away "Oh, f-fuck~ you feel so fucking good, doll~ ngh~! If only he could see you"

Something inside him was different. usually he would never do this, but at the moment he was very possessive.

"Doll~ mmn~! do you mind if I show that ass for brains how good I make you feel?"

You could only respond with a nod. You weren't thinking straight, the pleasure was just too good, but you thought 'why not?'.

Chuuya smirks slightly while, using his ability, he got his phone and started to record only your voice and nothing else.When you notice he was recording, you started to moan his name loudly and kept praising how good Chuuya is. You heard chuuya groan deeply as he went at a faster pace

"F-fuck~! I- I'm- agh~! c-cumming~! C-Chuuya~" you moaned

You heard Chuuya's grunts become louder and louder, until he thrusted deep inside you to cum inside you. Both of you moaned loudly as you came together.You were breathing heavily and at the same time you felt your legs quivering. You couldn't feel them at all.

Chuuya then remembers that he's still recording and presses the send button before really thinking about what he just did, but that's for you two to worry about in the future. Dazai is always messing with him, so he was just returning the favor

He leaned into your ear and whispered while he kissed it. "your my love~ I love you so much"

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