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Chapter 1: Not What I Expected

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Word Count: 6090

It was a day in hell like any other. Flashing cameras, idiots who came to Vox with questions below his caliber, the whole works. The overlord was half tempted to cancel any appointments he had after the current debut he was waiting to go on stage for. The only thing he wanted was to go home and eat an obscene amount of junk food while he zoned out to reruns of one of the shitty soap operas that ran on one of his channels.

He could hear the crowd of anxious paparazzi and ass-kissers just past the stage as he pocketed his phone with a deep sigh. Ignoring the concerned crewman who signaled it was time for him to go on stage, Vox grit his teeth and stepped onto the stage, immediately adopting an entirely different persona with a practiced smile.

Cameras flashed and the crowd got louder as people cheered, shoved each other out of the way and paparazzi rapidly fired questions at him with microphones pointed his way. Vox resisted the urge to roll his eyes. You’d think that any experienced reporter with half a brain cell would know the chances of getting a response to such behavior was zero to none, and yet he was so familiar with the approach that it was boring.

Despite his disdain, Vox waved and grinned proudly as he stepped up to a podium in front of a large screen. "Hello my loyal audience and fans,” he speaks with a clear and confident tone. “Today we at VoxTech have quite the exciting announcement to make. For too long, we have been limited to regular television and radio media, well no more! Introducing VoxTube, the new innovative way to stream content and enjoy it at any time.." the crowd cheered and whistled louder at the sound of the word 'streaming' and then they all gasped at once during the reveal.

Vox paused to dramatically look away from the crowd for a moment, his eyebrows arching and the corner of his mouth curling up slightly, before looking back towards the crowd again with a smug grin on his face. "And now.. for the moment you've all been waiting for... the grand reveal!" Vox said as the crowd grew even louder with excitement.

Just as the screen behind him shifted to reveal the new platform, the screen flickered before showing a logo that was very much not his. In fact, it was the logo of the damned rival company that had been a thorn in his side for the past few months. “Oh for fucks, sake, not this again,” he muttered as he looked to the side to see his production crew scrambling behind the scenes to shut down the takeover.

The large screen was supposed to be demoing the “new” platform that was really just a rehashed regurgitation of an older platform. This was supposed to be just a quick cash grab, but now it was just a problem. Vox glared at the stupid halo logo as an unfamiliar, but jovial voice seeped through his speakers like a virus.

"Tired of being controlled? Tired of not being about to tell if your information is being leaked or if VoxTech is brainwashing you?" The voice asked as it revealed distasteful footage of mindless sinners in front of VoxTech products. "Then try Eternal Entertainment. Your anti-Vox streaming and video platform, completely free of VoxTech networks. Take back control of your experience!"

The crowd was silent as the screen played a jingle before going dark. It took all the self-restraint Vox had not to glitch out on the stage when he knew the cameras were still rolling. Immediately, the crowd had their phones out, downloading the new app. Reporter cameras were flashing as sinners got as close to the stage as they could. Microphones were shoved in Vox's direction as a dozen voices asked him about the new competition.

"Ah-ah-ah... Now, let's not be so hasty, hmm?” Vox turned to the crowd with a strained grin. “This so-called 'Eternal Entertainment' is merely slander propaganda! There’s no history, nor a face to the name of this company. There’s nothing to trust! At VoxTech, we care about users' safety and provide hell-wide coverage that this ‘competition’ simply can’t beat." Vox said, trying to convince the crowd that it was a mistake to download the rival platform.

"What about the rumors of Vox programs being coded with hypnotic influence?” A reporter asked as they shoved down another. “This new rival platform promises protection from the threat of corporate dating mining and influence. What do you have to say about that?" A reporter asked.

"Hypnosis? No no, no.. that’s ridiculous!" Vox scoffed, shaking his head as he tried to sound convincing. "It’s already been proven that any rumors about such malware were nothing more than scandalous lies created to discriminate against the powers of tech demons like myself,” Vox said, theatrically shaking his head as he played the card his PR team had him prepared for at all times.

“Look, you know you can trust and rely on the wonderful VoxTech. We have been nothing but honest and transparent... unlike those frauds at 'Eternal... uhh..'," Vox tried to remember the name of the rival platform.

"Eternal Entertainment!" Someone from the crowd yelled. "It already has 300,000 downloads!"

"See? That’s nothing!” Vox laughed with a strained smile. It was something. Low numbers for a platform overall, sure. But to already have that many downloads mere minutes after the hijacked debut? Yeah no, Vox was freaking the fuck out.

The crowd continued to get louder, and Vox felt anxious electricity thrumming through his veins. Everything was getting overwhelming and he only had so much bullshit he could come up with on the spot before he started contradicting himself. He continued to smile as his magic pulsed through the nearby cables of the stage as he searched for anything he could use as an escape. He found a security camera in an alleyway a few blocks over and put on a professional grin. He just needed a closing statement, and he'd get out of there. Easy.

"Well then," Vox cleared his throat and put on his best, most charismatic smile. "I promise you all, this so-called “Eternal Entertainment”, is nothing but a passing fad! It's just a desperate attempt by the competition to try and take you away from the best hell has to offer. The very best streaming and media..." Vox's eyes narrowed as he looked around at the crowd and his smile slowly faded. "Me."

The chaotic crowd suddenly fell silent as his screen flooded their vision with red and black spirals. The sound of a pin dropping would be deafening compared to the frantic clamoring that had filled the space only moments ago as Vox flooded the crowd’s minds with VoxTech propaganda and affirmations. Once he was content, Vox used the camera to teleport to the alleyway while the crowd was left temporarily mindless.

“F̸̛̫̝̉u̴͑͜c̵̮̀ḱ̷̩̆î̴̩͘n̴̯̬͐g̷̮͌̚ piece of shit m̷̨͙͗o̴̲͎͐t̸͉̜͒h̷̙̃e̶͎̦͋r̵̟͘f̷̱̄͒û̸̥ć̵̙ͅḱ̶̡́ę̷͎̄ŕ̵̠̳ś̶̝͗,” Vox swore as his screen glitched hard the moment he was out of sight. He continued to swear and vent out his frustrations as he kicked an empty paint can on the ground next to a dumpster. Fortunately, there weren’t any sinners passing by to witness his tantrum. He wasn’t in the mood to drop another fucker until they were brain-dead.

Once Vox got the rest of his frustrations out of his system, he collected himself and sighed. He pulled out his phone and opened the app store, cringing as he saw the rival app rising in the trending downloads. He closed his eyes and focused his abilities as his power surged through the network and hunted down the source engine running the app. With so many devices accessing the network, he was able to narrow down the location quickly.

"Perfect,” Vox said with a sinister grin. “Now to take care of this problem once and for all."

Any time he’d tried to hunt down Eternal before, Vox had run into dead end after dead end. He couldn’t track down the sinners running the rival software, nor could he track down any of their host servers. The hubris of his newfound enemy would be their undoing. Anyone in the entertainment industry worth their salt knew how easily things could be exposed upon release. By loudly announcing their debut when they hijacked Vox’s presentation, the company had left themselves wide open for him to latch onto the smallest flaws and hunt them down properly.

Vox wanted to destroy the place and make sure that their platform never gained any kind of popularity or power in Hell ever again. He finally pinpointed the location where the platform was being hosted and was pleased to find it wasn't anything impressive. There was no polish. The building didn’t even look like it was any sort of office or official business. If anything, it looked uninhabited. He pulled up the address on his screen to see what he could find out about the location’s history.

The building was a rundown observatory run by some random sinner he couldn’t care less about before one of the biggest exterminations of the past century. The neighborhood the building was near had been so thoroughly gutted by the angels that the entire area was abandoned due to superstition. Well… as abandoned as any corner of the overcrowded ring of hell could be. It was the perfect place for unsavory types to hide in the shadows.

Vox scanned the exterior and his smirk only grew as he took note of the lack of any sort of security. "This will be easy..." Vox said to himself as he locked on to a computer screen he sensed inside of the building. Wanting to get the drop on his cocky competition, he teleported his way inside the old, abandoned observatory. Vox was expecting a potential fight. Maybe guns. Probably a lab full of desk jockeys. What Vox didn’t expect was for his feet to barely touch the ground before he found himself suddenly in agonizing pain. His vision was clouded over with purple smoke and he heard the sound of glass shattering as his entire body short-circuited hard from the overwhelming pain.

Vox screamed, dropping to his knees as his systems malfunctioned from the icy-hot burning sensation shooting across his skin. His face bluescreened and his vision went dark. The last thing he heard as he lost consciousness was the sound of someone swearing and footsteps rapidly approaching him as he passed out.

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Vox gasped as he felt his systems finally reboot. He ran an internal diagnostic as he sat up to look around, dazed and disoriented. The burning sensation had faded, but his head was pounding. His vision slowly cleared as he took in his surroundings. It looked like he was in some sort of office.There was a large, overflowing bookshelf by an open window and a desk with an impressive computer set-up on it. Vials filled with purple, sparkling mist were scattered around the entire room, all with different labels on them. The space was messy, yet somehow… cozy. At least, it felt more comfortable than the majority of the sleek areas of hell he was more familiar with.

Vox looked down and quirky an eyebrow as he held up the soft blanket draped over his lap. He tried not to think of what sort of diseases could be lurking in the old couch he was lying on as he processed the situation.

"W... what..? Where am I… How did I get here...?" Vox said as he blinked a couple of times, trying to remember what had happened before he lost consciousness. "What the fuck is this place?"

"Oh shit, you're awake!" A voice startled Vox and he tossed the blanket off of him as the door to the office pushed open. He hadn’t noticed that it had been cracked open, nor had he noticed you waiting for him to wake up out in the hallway.You’d been leaning against the doorframe and scrolling through social media as you waited for him to regain consciousness.

You stepped into the room, smiling sheepishly as you pocketed your phone, “Sorry, I didn’t want you to wake up alone and be confused, but it also felt weird to just sit in here. How are you feeling?”

Vox didn't know what to expect when it came to his new rival, but he couldn't have imagined you. Hell was full of sinners of all shapes and sizes. Vox had seen some crazy shit, but he’d never seen someone as… soft as you. You weren’t dressed to the nines or in some wild costume like most. Instead, you were just wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie with your hair pulled back in a messy bun. You looked like a burnt-out college student rather than a sinner trapped in hell.

“You know,” you smirk. “I may not have been the one running the campaign against you, but you may have wanted to take that whole anti-Vox thing a bit more seriously before just barging in here.”

"You're... the owner of the rival platform..?" Vox said as his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes and no," you cringe. "Normally, I’d be chasing you out of here with a broomstick, but I might have royally fucked up and have no idea what I’m doing," you admit.

“What?” Vox asked flatly. He had been expecting tech bro assholes who would monologue at him in an attempt to piss him off. He’d been expecting the run-of-the-mill hellish power-hungry welcome he’d come to love tearing to shreds any time someone was stupid enough to try to overthrow him. He expected literally anything else but this.

“It… would probably be easier to just show you,” You sigh as you walk over to your computer and wake up the idle screen.

Vox stood from the couch and crossed the small office to look at the screen. It revealed that millions of sinners had already made accounts on Eternal Entertainment’s new platform, and a decent amount of accounts had already started uploading content. To say it was successful would be an understatement.

"Millions..." Vox muttered under his breath, feeling more and more threatened by the platform as he saw the success it was already having. "How the hell did you manage to pull this off?"

You chuckle, rubbing the back of your head nervously. "Yeah, uh, about that... I don't... know."

"You don't k̴n̷o̵w̵?̴" Vox flipped on you with a spark. His eye twitched as he tried to pick apart your game. Were you bragging? Were you about to threaten him? Were you a fucking idiot?

"Excuse, the fuck, me?” Vox growled as he grabbed your hoodie and pulled you forward. “Do you mean to tell me this was just some fucking pet project or some shit?"

"Yes and no?," you cringed as Vox made it clear how fed up he was getting with that answer.

Normally, you wouldn’t let anyone yank you around, but you’d dug yourself into some pretty deep shit. The guilt that came with that kept you complicit for the time being, but you still pushed his hand off of you.

"The truth is, I… made the platform,” you admit sheepishly. You’re quick to defend yourself as you see Vox’s expression fill with rage. “But I’m not the one who released it and I don’t work for Eternal. I swear!”

“You realize how fucking fake that sounds, right?” Vox growled as he felt his claws itch with the desire to rip you apart.

“Yup,” you swallow. “I understand the shit sandwich I landed myself in very much, Mr. Big Scary Evil Overlord Sir.”

“But,” you say as you pull back your desk chair and pull up your browser. “I have proof. If you don’t believe me after you look at it, you can kick my ass to your heart’s content. But I think you’ll quickly realize I do not know what the fuck I’m doing and I couldn’t have made this shit the way you’re thinking I did, even if I tried.”

Vox squinted at you with distrust as he looked between you and the chair. He grabbed the back of the offending furniture far tighter than was necessary and yanked it out of your hand as he sat down with a grumble.

He started scrolling through the history of your browser and clicked through the tabs you’d left open for him. It looked like you had signed up for some sort of coding workshop and had no idea what you had signed up for. What was poorly disguised as a hands-on tutorial for beginner video game coders to learn how to make mock platforms for marketing was a trap to lure in people to do Eternal’s dirty work. It was the sort of thing that would never pop up on Vox’s radar. It was obviously a scam to the trained eye and a weak attempt at throwing suckers like you under the bus.

“You’ve got to be fucking joking,” he said as he looked up at you incredulously.

Your face flushed and you looked away from him with an embarrassed frown as you crossed your arms. “Oh fuck off,” you grumble. “I’m broke as hell and it was a free course in an area I need to learn to make my games. It sounded too good to be true.”

“Because it was, dumbass,” Vox snorted as he shook his head and kept digging. He followed the data trail of the domain the workshop was hosted on and pulled up a few unrelated tabs that you hadn’t already pulled up from him so he could figure out how you’d discovered the suspicious content in the first place.

“Hey!” you gasp as you try to stop him.

“If you don’t want to end up an electrified shish kabob on the floor, you’ll let me work,” Vox said, not taking his eyes off the screen for a second as he installed some of his searching software to run in the background of your system.

You huff, watching him continue to dig through your computer before you turn on your heel and walk out. “Just don’t move or delete anything.”

Vox rolled his eyes as he continued his search. He quickly understood where your worries stemmed from. He hadn’t paid too much attention to your mention of it earlier, but it was obvious you were some sort of video game developer. There were folders filled with concept designs, dialogue chains, and amateur attempts at programming. It seemed while you thrived in the creator side of things, your tech knowledge was severely lacking. A quick invasive peek at your bank account showed that your funds were as well. You had big visions for someone with only yourself as a resource.

He paused as he opened a folder in your files that was filled with what appeared to be pictures of you and what he assumed were your friends. His eyes widened as he recognized several faces smiling innocently compared to the lewd expressions he’d seen them make in Valentino’s films. What caught his attention even more was the multiple pictures of you with Angel Dust and his little cyclops friend who had a knack for explosives.

Before he could dig any further into your personal life, several windows popped up to let him know the diagnostics had finished running the background.

Vox’s leg started to bounce with anxious energy as the reports from the programs he’d run earlier started to flood in. He immediately followed the trail of information and found several other websites connecting to Eternal that eventually led him to a secluded forum with all sorts of shady shit. He opened several threads that related to himself and the other Vees and inhaled sharply as he started to read through everything.

"Anti-VoxTech underground network…?" Vox whispered aloud. An anxious thrum of energy ran through him as he tried not to freak out. What if this person used the platform to spread propaganda against him or to leak information from his networks? What if this person was trying to destroy him from the inside out? His paranoia began to intensify and he felt small sparks licking at his skin when suddenly, a coffee mug was thrust in front of his face.

He looks up at you as you hold out one of two mugs to him. He takes it slowly from your hand as you look at him unimpressed, yet expectantly. “Thanks…?” He says slowly as he is once again thrown off by how much you didn’t match his expectations. He looks down at the liquid in his hand before looking back up at you distrustfully. For all he knew, your weirdly casual demeanor could have all been a trick. Poisoning him in the afterlife wouldn’t kill him, it’d just be a major inconvenience. Even so, he hesitated.

“Oh for fucks sake,” you roll your eyes as you realize why he was hesitating. You stick your pinky in his cup and pop it in your mouth to show him it was safe. “It’s just hot chocolate,” you huff before you take a sip from your own mug. “I was going to make one before you just zapped your ass in here and it felt rude to only make one for myself.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked the bewildered overlord over. “Shit, but your face… Can you even…? Wait no, that’s also rude. Fuck.”

Vox burst out laughing as you verbally tripped over yourself. Yeah no. There was no evil ploy here. You were just a weirdly endearing dumbass.

“I can drink,” Vox grinned as he finally lifted the cup to his lips. His eyes widened as he took in the unexpected taste. While he could eat and drink, he unfortunately had lost his sense of smell with his afterlife form. He wasn’t expecting the slightly sour tinge of raspberry syrup that mixed with the more standard flavor of the drink.

You watch him curiously and his eyes lock onto yours in an instant. Your face flushes and you turn away as you try to not-so-smoothly play over the fact that you had been trying to see how his mouth worked. “S-So, did you find anything?”

Vox sighed and set his mug down as he turned his attention back to your computer. “Yes, actually. Surprisingly enough, I’ve found more on your very shitty and outdated computer than my team has in the past six months.”

He ignores your offended protests about the quality of your setup as he looks through one of the forums. He ignores the way you lean into his personal space as you look over his shoulder and read the comments yourself.

“I just don’t get why there’s this large of an interest in working around my products,” Vox grumbled as the two of you read through the conversations.

You raise an eyebrow and peer down at him. "You and the Vee's don't exactly have the best rep with lower-class sinners. It may be hard for a big powerful dude like you to comprehend, but believe it or not, some people like their privacy."

Vox frowned as he begrudgingly sipped on his drink. He would never admit out loud how much it was soothing his nerves. “We’re in hell,” he reasoned. “Surely dating mining which pornos the average sinner watches to increase ratings and production quality isn’t the top concern these idiots have.”

You roll your eyes and sigh as you sit on the edge of your desk. Your hips carelessly pushed some things back, but you paid it no mind. “It goes deeper than that and you know it. Hell, I know it and I think this entire experience has proven how much of this shit flies over my head.”

Vox’s eyes drift to the vial you bumped with your hip and he pauses as he considers just how harmless you really were. While it was clear you weren’t the most program-savvy, Vox hadn’t forgotten the abrupt welcome he’d gotten when he tried to sneak in. Whatever that mist he’d been enveloped in was bottled and stashed all over the place. He still had more digging to do.

Sensing the shift in Vox’s attitude, your eyes follow his gaze and you cringe as you tuck the vial out of sight.

“So you’re not a complete idiot then,” Vox said as he placed his empty mug on the table and stood over you.

“That’s different,” you mutter as you shrink in on yourself and avoid looking him in the eye.

“I’m not so sure about that,” Vox hummed as his eyes sharply searched your features like a shark drawn to blood in the water.

His clawed fingers wrap around your jaw and he slowly makes you turn towards him. His grip was firm and the sharp edges threatened to break skin, but he was also somewhat gentle, after all, you had gotten him this far. A looming threat if you suddenly decided to stop cooperating.

“You deleted your visits to those forums in your browser history before you let me access your computer,” Vox said slowly as he watched your every expression carefully. You were avoiding his eyes, which meant you knew what he was capable of. “Why?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you say slowly as you try to keep your breathing even. You couldn’t afford to panic. “I probably just accidentally cleared it when I was wiping my cache or something. Aren’t you supposed to do that every now and then, or something?”

Vox quirked an eyebrow, looking completely unimpressed. “You’re not a good liar.”

“Oh fuck off,” you frown as you look up at him without thinking.

Vox grins and his eyes immediately spiral as he tries to pull you under his spell. You gasp and for a moment he thinks he has you… only for the spirals not to reflect back at him from your own eyes.

“What…?” Vox blinks as his grip on you loosens.

You smack his hand away and dive out from under him as you try to get away. Vox growls, whipping around and grabbing your arm before you can slip out of the office. You let out a startled yelp as he slams you against the wall and twists your arm behind your back.

“What the hell is going on? Who are you, really?” he interrogates as he twists your arm harder.

It didn’t make any sense. You were a walking contradiction. He genuinely didn’t sense any malice directed at him from you. Your search history barely skimmed anything relating to him. If anything, you had done more research on Velvette and Valentino, which he had to admit, in any other scenario may have bruised his ego a hair. You accidentally helped a rival company launch an attack against him and let him search your system without any hesitation, yet the second he locked in on those vials, you changed your tune completely.

Not only that, but you were somehow able to resist his hypnosis. He’d seen the faintest flash of connection in your eyes that told him you weren’t immune. Yet you had somehow managed to slip out of the hold he’d tried to cast over you within seconds.

“Let me go, asshole!” You shouted as you tried to slip out of his grasp. You hiss in pain as his sharp claws dig into your arm and draw blood.

“I don’t think so,” Vox growled as he tightened his grip and drew more blood. “What the hell is in those vials? And why were you on those forums in the first place? Tell me or I’ll rip your arm off.”

You bark out a laugh despite the fear, “With those fucking twigs? I’d like to see you tr-AH fuck! Alright alright!” You relent as he slams your head against the wall with his other hand.

Vox loosens his grip ever so slightly, but watches you like a hawk.

“Everything I’ve told you so far is true,” you start with a sigh. “I don’t know jack shit about most of your area in things, but I only found the workshop because I was on the forums.”

“And why would you be there?” Vox frowned. “You don’t have anything my company would care about on your systems. You’re a shit liar, but get any ideas of telling me it was for privacy out of your head.”

Your eyes dart and he can tell you’re trying to think of a way to weasel out of telling him the truth. Whatever it was, you really didn’t want him to know. Which meant he needed to know.

“Tell me,” Vox growled as he pressed you harder into the wall.

“V-Valentino,” you whimpered as the pain started to wear down your willpower. You weren’t exactly accustumed to this sort of experience despite your time in hell. You kept your head down as much as you could. You only dared to kick up dust for one reason and you’d done your best not to get caught for it up until now, but you had been careless.

“What?” Vox blinked as his grip relented.

“I,” you open your mouth, only to cringe. You really didn’t want to tell him, but if you double died without at least trying to pull something, it would only leave the very people you were trying to protect in deeper shit. Vox would figure it out after killing you anyways. Spilling the beans and trying to figure something out in the process was your only hope.

“The mist wasn’t mean to hurt you,” you say slowly. “I’ll talk, so fucking let go first.”

Vox watches you distrustfully, but releases your arm and steps back. He stands between you and the door, so he’s willing to play along if it means he’ll finally have the full picture.

“I don’t… pay much attention to hell’s politics,” you sigh. “I don’t care about power, I don’t care about overlords, but I do care about my friends.”

For the first time since Vox had gotten here, he saw something familiar flash in your eyes. The dark twisted bloodlust he’d seen in most sinners. “I don’t use my powers much,” you say as you walk over to your desk. “I’m not really trained to fight like most people down here. I’m cooped up in here most of the time, so it’s not like I’ve ever really had a reason to start shit.”

You pick up a vial and hold up your other hand as a small portal opens above your palm. “This is about all I can do,” you say. “I had a buddy who liked to research sinners abilities and I didn’t really care if he looked into mine.”

You had to bite down the fond smile at the memory of Baxter’s pestering. “He discovered that at low enough levels of activation, magic could be collected like a liquid or a mist with all his fancy tech shit. Again, you know how much of that flies over my head.”

Vox looked between your hands and nodded silently, watching you carefully as he waited for you to put together the pieces for him.

“Using the residue of my abilities, he tried to replicate that love potion shit you guys sell. He wanted to see if he could recreate it and then make a repellent.”

Vox’s eyes widened as he looked at the vial and it finally clicked. “It’s a repellent against Valentino’s magic.”

You wave away the miniature portal above your hand and nod with a frown. You hated every part of this, but at least he hadn’t killed you yet. “Like I said earlier, there's a high demand for slipping out under the Vee's control."

“Is that how you resisted my hypnosis as well?” Vox asked carefully.

“No,” you shake your head. “That’s something else entirely. No schemes or any fancy shit like that involved there.”

“Then why did the mist hurt me?” Vox frowned.

“Well, for starters,” you smirk at the memory. It had freaked you out pretty bad in the moment, but after the shit Vox just put you through, you kinda loved that he’d gotten his ass handed to him. “The guy I told you about was here and was trying to make a new batch. You literally teleported in the middle of us making the shit and knocked over the batch we’d been producing so it was heavily concentrated.”

“Secondly, you’re around Valentino all the time. When is that guy not blowing his slut smoke all around you?” You cross your arms.

“That…” Vox thought back to how often Valentino smoked his pipe around him. How used to seeing the pink smoke around him he’d gotten. He didn’t have a sense of smell so he was entirely immune to the effects. So much so, he had no reason to notice how it was completely seeped into his clothing and probably coating his entire body in an unnoticeable residue.

"Yup," you sigh. "If I had to take a guess, then that’s why.”

"And the reason you’d help your friend make this…” Vox trailed off as he remembered the pictures he’d found on your computer. You were friends with a lot of Valentino’s sex workers, including Angel Dust. Vox was a business partner, a friend, and sometimes a lover of Valentino. Valentino was notorious for the abuse of his sex workers. An abuser of some of your closest friends.

You frown, turning away from Vox, your body language acknowledging him as a proper enemy for the first time since he's broke in. "You get it now.”

He knew about Valentino and his history of abuse towards sex workers. He had seen his behavior first hand and knew the moth’s behavior was vile and repulsive. But the worst of it was never directed at Vox himself. Some of it, yeah, but… Vox hadn't really cared about anyone else. He had better shit to think about.

"I see…,” Vox hummed as he picked up another vial off the floor and twirled it between his claws. You really could benefit from some basic cleaning around the office. “So you’re planning on beating him at his own game." Vox said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you with a mix of suspicion and admiration. "Clever... very clever.."

You cross your arms, watching him sharply as you wait to see what he'll do about it.

"You got the information you wanted." You say flatly. He knew who was attacking him with your software now. The Eternity shit he’d found on your computer was a solid lead. However, he now knew of your efforts against Valentino. You weren’t a fighter, by any means, but you were prepared to protect yourself if you had to.

Vox's eyes narrowed as he looked at you in a new light. Your lack of personal interest in politics and the standard hell powergrabs had him intrigued. He wondered just what you’d be capable of if you did play the same game that everyone else did. It was clear you were resourceful and crafty, yet you directed those efforts towards something so… mundane.

"You’ve proved useful enough so far, and I thank you for that. Depending on your next answer, I may even let you keep your insides where they belong. So, let me ask you this..." Vox said, continuing to look at you with his eyes narrowing. "If those experiments are unrelated to my influence entirely, then how are you able to resist my hypnosis?"

Whether he meant to or not, Vox just handed you the key to your survival on a silver platter. Your eyes widen and you try to hide the excitement at the opportunity as you level your best poker face. “It’s pretty simple actually,” you say as you inspect your nails nonchalanetly. A bit too theatric, perhaps, but you were trying to play it cool. It didn’t matter that you weren’t actually succeeding.

“Hypothetically, I may or may not have discovered how to counter your hypnosis,” you hum as Vox’s eye twitched. “Hypothetically, I could sell that information or simply just post it to the Eternal forums. I’m sure everyone would love to know how not to get sucked into your marketing schemes.”

"You want to make a deal," Vox realized, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly and dead pixels flickered to life under his lip. This just got so much more interesting for him.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel vox #electric love series

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euijoosorangeslice · 4 months

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Hello! How are u doing? Could you make a perv Taki fic/senario? Thank you!🫶

wrngs:, unsolicited photos, implied fingering, ,panty stealing, cum marking, non-con touching

This was the third time this week you’ve woken up to the sound of a camera clicking. And every time, there’s no one there. As far as you knew, only your brother Yuma and his friend were home. His friend was spending his summer with you, since his family went away and left him home.

You stormed out of your room, wearing only a bra and pajama pants. You pushed his door open, seeing him and his friend playing video games. “Yuma!” You shouted, making him pause. “Why the fuck are you taking photos of me sleeping while my tits are out!” Yuma groaned, tossing his controller on the bed.

“Y/n, no one is taking photos of you. We’ve been in here the whole time, right Taki?” He hastily nodded, yet avoided eye contact with you. “Calm down, weirdo.” Yuma mumbled, you grumbling and storming out of the room.

The next morning, you woke up to pour a bowl of cereal, already in your uniform for your tutoring job. A green, plaid skirt with a white button up, and thigh high white socks. Your brother’s friend couldn’t stop eyeing you, looking through the shirt to see your bra. You walked into the bathroom to grab your old clothes, when you realized something was missing. “Hey, Yum? Have you seen my old panties? Weird question, but they’re gone.”

Taki buried his face in his breakfast, and Yuma answered, “No, not at all. Hey, you owe us a trip to the ice cream shop by the way.” You rolled your eyes, leaning over the counter. “Fine. I’ll swing by for you guys at around 2, sound good?” Yuma hummed in agreement, descending back to his room. His friend lingered, standing behind you and caressing the swell your ass. “Taki? What the actual fuck?”

His eyes shot open, and he stepped back. “I-I’m sorry it’s just I could see your panties, and they were cutesy.” Taki stuttered, face going red at his last words. “God, you are such a pervert. I’m going to work, please refrain from thinking about me when I’m gone.”

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop thinking of you while you were gone. In fact, he was in your bedroom, sniffing your sheets and kissing them, wishing they were you. He grabbed a pillow of yours, stuffing your bra over the top and sliding your used panties on the bottom. He whined, thinking of how they smelled of you and your juices.

He shoved down his sweatpants and his boxers, rutting against your panties and the pillow. “God, I love you, y/n.” He moaned, grinding against your pillow. Taki stroked the base of his cock, quickly finishing all over your pillow. But he couldn’t stop, and he ended up marking up your entire bed. Getting carried away, he heard the door open and he panicked. He tucked himself back into his pants and rushed to the door.

As you opened the door, he opened it as well. “Taki? Dude, what the fuck did you do?” “I-I uh- sorry.” You sighed, walking into your room. “Just leave.”

You had cleaned your sheets and pillows, so you went into the guest room to visit Taki. “Hey, Taki? Can we talk?” He looked up excitedly, making space on his bed. “Since you can’t seem to stop touching my things, maybe it would be easier if I let you…touch me? As long as you promise to not be weird after.”

He immediately agreed, waiting patiently as you removed your underwear for him to have access. “Just, don’t tell Yuma, okay?”

#&team #&team imagines #&team x reader #&team smut #&team hard hours #&team taki

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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year

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BATMAN | BAT FAMILY (assorted canon)

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“Long Overdue” (Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader)

| Reader was with Bruce in the past but grew distant after Jason’s death. No one tells her when he comes back from the dead until Bruce is forced to bring her in on an ambush when they’re overwhelmed. -Jason and Batmom!Reader reunion.

| SFW, canon typical action, Reader & Bruce are divorced, -angry!reader & Caribbean-American!Reader (kinda)

| This is like half fanon half UTRH/Batman:Hush. I’m really just fucking around with canon rn. Also the pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source: Gotham Knights video game)

| 1k+ words

| parts: one, spurt, two, three, four, five, six/six point five, seven. (series masterlist)

“Baaats!”

At Dick’s pointed tone, thrown across the battlefield as he’s cornered by six of Black Mask’s and Penguin’s combined men, Bruce clenches his teeth harder.

“Ah shit.” Jason throws one goon into two more with a grunt. “If golden boy’s getting panicky, what’s that mean for the rest of us?”

Dick takes two guys out with an escrima stick.

“Har har, Hood.”

Jason shrugs from the other side of the factory floor, looking increasingly more frustrated and likely to abandon Bruce’s ‘no gun’ stipulation for their shared mission as he’s ganged up on.

“This really isn’t looking good, Bats.”

Barbra’s voice coming into his earpiece just adds to the steady growth of gray hairs on his head. Bruce brings his hands up to block the swing of a crowbar from a man wearing a crude approximation of Black Mask’s face.

“Give me a status update, Oracle.”

“To put it eloquently? You’re fucked.”

Her forced glibness makes Dick throw out another pointed call of his name and Jason cackle. Bruce just sighs.

“What are you suggesting?”

He regrets asking immediately after he does at Barbara's next words.

“Well, with Batgirl away, Robin out, and Gordon and the rest of the GCPD running interference to keep the victims away from Mask’s remaining men I’m saying you hit the emergency backup button.”

Bruce grunts as he goes down to swipe two mens’ feet from under them, cape swishing in a low arc behind him and then catching the air as he pushes himself up and punches another out.

“No.”

There’s a groan in his earpiece.

“I really think now’s the time to practice the humility we’ve been working on, B!”

“I wish you luck with that,” Jason grunts before a quiet: “Fuck it.”

Bruce braces himself for the onslaught of bullets from his second son when the sound of the large skyline window shattering echoes around the spacious room. A figure drops in following the cascade of glass.

The whole room seems to pause, then, during which the figure rises out of their crouch.

“Oh holy shit,” falls past Jason's mouth before they start moving.

In the rush of the night and with the distance between the last time he saw you, Jason might not recognize your voice, but Bruce does immediately.

“Oracle! Explain, now.”

Barbara’s voice is unbothered as she speaks.

“First, the next time you demand an answer from me you can do your own recon, and Second, you need the help so I don’t want to hear it.”

“Yeah Bruce,” your voice in his ear causes him to take an unceremonious hit to the abdomen. “Respect the woman. She’s the reason I’m over here saving your pompous ass.”

As Bruce backtracks from the man and catches the guy's leg when he goes to kick him, you’re already moving. You dodge in and out of groups of men, using your momentum to get them on the ground and not letting them get back up.

He throws his assailant to the floor.

“I thought you said you didn’t want anything to do with Gotham?”

You kick a woman into him and he catches and electrocutes her before dropping her to the ground.

“I said that about you not Gotham, and Nightwing’s here so I had to come,” you counter.

Bruce grunts as you get low to strike a man in the knee caps with your baton and then bowl him over.

Nightwing and you end up back to back between one blink and the next and Bruce can already feel a headache coming on as he takes out four more goons.

“I for one am very happy you're here, Nightfall.”

Jason snorts from off to the side, already spurred back into action, but blessedly with his guns holstered, and punches a person's nose in.

The crunch reverberates over the coms.

“Of course your name’s Nightfall. You fit right goddamn in.”

You laugh, it makes his heart clench. It’s been almost a year since the last time he saw you well (he’d seen you at Stephanie’s funeral but you’d fervently ignored him), and the last full conversation you’d had hadn’t exactly ended amicably between the two of you.

It’s like it’s five years ago - back when you still worked together - as the fight begins to rapidly turn in their favor. Where the droves of goons had seemed endless minutes ago they were now getting smaller and sloppier.

You were an unexpected obstacle and Bruce’s sure whatever sorry canon fodder Mask and Pinguine had scrounged up weren’t old enough to know who you were, let alone how to anticipate how you fought.

Hell, Bruce had grown familiar with you over the course of several years and the night you left your hit had still managed to catch him off guard.

It’s as things are slowing down that the other side throws their own curveball. A shot rings out, it’s not Jason’s, and then all of a sudden you’re a blur in front of him as you shove Hood out of the way.

Bruce’s breath catches in his throat when a pained whimper comes from one of you and he’s running before he’s fully realized it, Dick at his side.

He stops and kneels next to the two of you, quickly assessing that the bullet meant for Jason is now embedded in your arm. The compromise in your suit should make seeing the skin underneath easy but the bullet wound gushes crimson over whatever brown that could’ve been showing. The only good part was that Bruce could also see an exit wound. He doesn’t think as he reaches out.

You knock his hands away, “I’m fine, Bats.”

“You’re bleeding,” he forces out.

Even behind the mask the look you shoot him is nasty.

“I’m fully well aware,” you stretch out your shoulder and wince before forcing yourself to your feet. “I’m competent enough to tell that much.”

“I never said you weren’t.”

He watches you split your attention between him and a now getting up Hood.

“Oh, but aren’t you always on some holier than thou bullshit?”

Your voice turns sickly sweet and Bruce sighs.

“Now’s not the time for your petulance, you need to get that checked.”

Holding your arm you slowly turn fully to him with a tilt of your head.

“Excuse me?”

Bruce clenches his eyes shut and forces himself to stop reacting and to start thinking. He’s not going to get you anywhere if he makes you feel stupid. Talking to you like he does the kids has never once worked (and if he was being honest with himself it didn’t work on them either), he’s just operating on emotion.

When he opens his eyes again you're still staring at him, hip cocked and the weight of your glare firmly in place. No distance, it seemed, was going to stop him from being able to read you.

He doesn’t get a chance to speak before snickering distracts everyone though.

As a collective you, him, and Dick turn towards where Jason is struggling to contain himself. He waves you all off.

“No no, don’t mind me. I’m just enjoying someone not treating B like he’s God for once.”

Off to the side Dick starts to grumble before you move to watch Jason. Your point is almost accusatory as you indicate the gun clad man with no affiliate insignia on his chest.

“Who are you again?”

It’s mean, your tone icy as you look him up and down.

Jason stops laughing.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean, lady?”

You and the 19 year old go rigid as you stare one another down. Jason looks like he’s about to get vindictive any second and you look seconds away from tearing him and Bruce a new asshole, never mind that you just took a bullet for him.

It’s Dick, as per usual, who saves them all.

“Alright, how about we all just take a breath. Batman needs to go deal with the cops, who according to Oracle have finally gotten here. Nightfall it was nice to have you back, however briefly. And Hood, chill.” From where he’s planted himself between you and Jason he mimics taking a deep breath. “Everybody just chill.”

As the both of you start gearing up to go Bruce finds his voice.

“You should all come down to the cave to get checked up,” his jaw clenches. “Please.”

“Mm,” you purse your lips, arms shaking as you scoff but otherwise (thank god) nod your head. “Fine. I could stand seeing Agent A and Robin again.”

You stare at him hard afterwards and Bruce wants to say something but the words lodge at the base of his throat again and even clearing it doesn’t help. Eventually you clap Nightwing on the back before sighing and sliding close to him to press the call button for the Batmobile that’s on his belt yourself.

The indicator sounds and the easy peel of the tires moving around a corner follows your departure as you walk out the exit not swarming with police and hop into the vehicle.

He wasn’t able to say what he wanted but the thought of you in the Batmobile makes him feel warm enough. Now if only-

“Hood?”

Jason only stares at him and Bruce finds himself at a loss, a feeling that’s becoming familiar when around his son. He wants to get that limp checked out like it’ll personally improve his own health, along with whatever other ailments Jason’s managed to acquire running around on his own.

‘Like he would’ve been today if he hadn’t been desperate enough to cave and call,’ something whispers in his head.

Jason had the situation handled initially, and so close to the outskirts of the city Bruce hadn’t even known this transaction was happening at all, he didn’t have to bring them in on it and Bruce is certain he wouldn’t have if getting the kids to safety hadn’t been Jason’s top priority.

Dick waves his grappling gun, “I’ll race you there.”

Jason scoffs, only a domino masking his identity because he’d been forced to blow his helmet up in a last ditch effort to get Bruce’s attention.

”I’m not a child,” but then he looks at the Batmobile and his stance becomes just that much more open. He points a challenging finger at Dick. “But I definitely don’t want to be stuck in a closed space with Nightfall either, so you’re on, Goldy.”

The two of them swing off together making all sorts of noise and the vice around Bruce’s heart loosens a little. Everyone was secured.

“You didn’t tell her, did you?”

Bruce grunts as he advances towards Gordon.

“I was busy.”

Barbara scoffs, “Even my professors don’t take excuses like that B, don’t give me that. She deserves to know.”

“She’s here now. I’ll tell her eventually.”

“Mhm, sure,” she intones. “You have until you get back.”

Bruce doesn’t get to argue with her before the woman logs off.

…TBC

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed! This is part one of a series. Mind any typos I’ll get to them eventually.

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tomumess · 9 months

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A troubling need pt. 3

pt. 1 pt. 2

(tw: dub-con, violence: wc: 1.2 k)

With heavy steps, Tomura quickly followed after (Y/N), not realizing that the the people around him noticed his obvious erection, as he followed after the girl, not knowing whether or not his heart or cock throbbed more with each step.

Tomura had to calm his ragged breathing, being fully aware that he sounded like a complete maniac, but the little common sense he had quickly fell apart, as his hand instinctively grabbed the girl by her throat, lifting his pinky so he wouldn't disintegrate her... yet.

"Open that mouth of yours, and I'm going to make the heroes pick up your scattered remains off the pavement." Tomura spat with an almost maniacal grin, as he pushed his little hero into the alleyway, not knowing whether or not to break her arm for making him wait for so long, having to jerk off to low quality videos of her online, but the violent thoughts were quickly turned into nothing but sick lust, seeing the girl tense up underneath his touch, as she recognized his voice immediately.

"Did you get embarrassed over losing to the pros at USJ, so you're making up for it by molesting a student from UA, Shigaraki?" You spoke, trying to make your voice sound steady and unfazed, but (Y/N) was scared shitless at the thought of what he was going to do to her.

Tomura sneered, but his amusement quickly grew into annoyance at hearing this little bitch try to talk back to him, after everything she'd put him through. "This has nothing to do with your idiotic friends."

(Y/N) felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as Tomura gripped her face and stared directly into her pupils with a crazed expression.

"You have no fucking idea how much cash I've spent on your dumb merchandise. From those little trinkets, to a whole skincare set! I bet that shit would give me a rash." he said with an almost disgusted expression, which quickly turned into something far more sinister, his slender fingers rubbing lazy circles over her face, moving his finger across her lips, and (Y/N) felt disturbed at the gentle touch combined with Tomura's creepy grin.

But the soft touch was quickly gone, as he shoved his fingers into her mouth, eyes wide in surprise at the squelching noise (Y/N)'s mouth made.

"If you bite me, I might just rip your tongue out. So be a good little hero and suck."

The sudden intrusion felt sickening, his slender fingers making you gag, but you obeyed, not wanting to suffer more than necessary.

"What an obedient bitch you are. I wonder what they teach you at UA, if you're so eager to act like a whore in order to save your pathetic life." Tomura laughed, taking his fingers out of her mouth, before promptly shoving her on the ground, making (Y/N) grumble in pain.

He undid his belt, before picking her up by her collar and shoving her against the wall, making no effort to act gentle as he disintegrated her clothes, brushing away a few specks of dust that fell on him.

Tomura paused as his hands reached her pussy, making an almost audible gasp as he felt your wet core.

You almost wanted to cry in shame, feeling disgusted at the fact this was turning you on so badly, even though you were shaking from fear. The thought of Shigaraki using you as a fucktoy felt humiliating and absolutely revolting, but the way your walls clenched made your rationality disperse.

"My fucking God. You really are a slut." Tomura was almost in disbelief, his inexperienced hand travelling across her slit, touching the unfamiliar area, and worked his way to her entrance, shoving his fingers in without any preparation, grinding his erection into her ass to try and relieve the aching feeling that was making his entire body feel scorching hot.

"I'm going to — hah, fuck you stupid." he said, sick of trying to take things "slow", and pulling his fingers out of her pussy, wrapping one of his hands around her throat, while the other was holding her hips, before plunging his erection into her, hard, letting out a string of curses at the tightness he felt for the first time.

"This is what you get —", Tomura began, his hips moving erratically, focusing solely on his pleasure, groaning more as he saw (Y/N) squirming and trembling underneath him, her legs shaking as her fluids dripped down her thighs. "for making me wait so long to fuck you."

The alleyway was filled with sounds of Tomura aggressively fucking the little hero he so desperately craved, obscenities leaving his mouth after each thrust.

Those long nights he spent tearing himself apart over having to touch himself with his disgusting hand are finally over, since he now has a hero fucktoy, and the feeling of her tight gummy walls against him almost felt better than killing those shitty heroes. Almost.

It didn't take long for Tomura to feel his climax building up, and he internally berated himself and his virginity, getting so pussy-drunk that he was going to finish so quickly.

"I'm going to fill you up with my disgusting cum. Your righteous hero morons will never look at you the same way, knowing you've been defiled by me." his voice sounded shaky and breathless, orgasming with a harsh slam of his hips, laughing as his little hero screamed out in both pleasure and pain, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming sensation.

Tomura pulled his cock out, not before leaving a hard slap on her ass for good measure. He didn't give her the time to catch her breath, turning her around to look at him, before gripping her throat with such intensity that she instinctively started clawing at his hands, choking and coughing violently.

Tomura didn't release his grip, but his intense gaze made your head pound even more, and you let your hands fall against your sides in defeat.

"Good. You should know that your place is beneath me." he released his grip on her neck, resisting the urge to kill her right away, knowing he'd regret it later - he still needed his cute hero cumdump for later.

"Oh right." Tomura laughed, realizing he disintegrated her clothes at the very beginning, and laughed even harder. "Good luck with that. At least everyone will know how much of a whore you are." he looked her up and down, taking in the sight of her body stained with marks and bruises, her sharp breathing and trembling figure.

Tomura grinned like a madman, taking a picture or two, before giggling like a little girl. He walked out of the alleyway, leaving the poor hero to fend off for herself...

#tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha x y/n

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hiorisgf · 1 year

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Hiii for the valentines event may i please request Shidou + marriage booth?

##WEDDING CRASHING MY CRUSH'S WEDDING!

↪ft. Shidou

↪In which, this menace dares disrupt the flow of a peaceful round of marriage booth

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Being stuck in a marriage booth isn't the worst thing to happen—really. It's actually pretty entertaining, especially if the one you're paired up with is your friend or some random stranger you don't know. Pretty scary, sure, but you were lucky to be paired up with a kind and funny guy.

"Again, I'm so sorry my friends dragged you in this—really. I don't know why they thought it'd be funny to pair me with whoever"

You chuckle at the guy's continues spout of apologies, "My gosh, I told you already, it's fine. I don't really mind—although it is quite a bummer I couldn't buy cotton candy with my friends"

"I'll buy you that! For free! I feel so bad you just had to be pulled in my friends' antics. Please let me make it up to you!" he clasps his hand together, practically begging you to let him buy you that one thing.

You try to resist and refuse, but he was too insistent you couldn't dare reject his offer any longer. So with a defeated sigh, you nodded. "Alright—err"

"Tanaka! And you?" Tanaka asks, and you answer his question with your own name and some silly side comment that you hoped entertained him.

See? Marriage booth is fun.

Well,, it's fun until Shidou comes and ruin it.

"I object!"

The crowd audibly gasps, including you, as well as the priest. Then, they part like the red sea when the man pushes forward. Just then, you gasp once more—more horrified than before. Especially when you caught sight of his horrendous hair style and choice of hair dye. Oh my god.

"Shidou—!"

"I reject this marriage!" he ignores you. Very much disrespectful—you dissed.

It takes atleast three times of the priest opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water to finally regain his composure. He coughs on his fist before looking directly at the tanned male, "And who might you be, young man?" he asked, trying to sound as unentertained as possible.

"I'am Shidou Ryusei of the football club. As well as," he pauses in his words, and you shake your head agressively—which only served to spur him on even more unfortunately. "[Name]'s long time lover!"

Again, the crowd erupts into loud, entertained gasps. Some even starting to take videos of this evetnful (fake) wedding. Your friends on the other hand, are laughing their asses off whilst you're busy trying not to commit third degree murder right then and there.

"Do you accept this statement as the truth, Tanaka's spouse to be?!"

You whip your head to look at the priest. "Absolutely not your honor! I have never met this man in my whole entire life!" you answered, glaring at the man who ruined what was supposed to be a peaceful round of marriage booth.

"Lies! If you don't know me then why did you call my name earlier?!" everyone nods, recalling the time you said his name in astonishment.

Shidou then stretched his arm froward, beckoning you to come and take his hand with a stupid grin you'd want to erase. "Come, take my hand and run away with me! Away from this creep that forced you to marry him!"

You heave out a (very) heavy sigh, "Sorry, Tanaka, Shidou can become a bit(a lot) of a menace sometimes(all the time)"

Tanaka chuckles. "It's fine, actually. This is really interesting—like a scene from a movie, it's fun."

You almost tear up—his grin was way too bright and his soul was way too pure to look directly at. "Say, how about you take his hand and actually run way?"

"Absolutely not."

Tanaka sighs at your very immediate rejection. "Why not?"

"Why should I?"

"Well, I don't really think ignoring this guy wouldn't let us finish this sooner unless you accept his prposal and supposedly elope with him."

You wanted to refute, that you'd rather die by eating mold than elope with him but damn. he was right; knowing Shidou, he wouldn't let this farce end until he reached an ending he was satisfied with. So at the end, you ended up taking his hand, begrudgingly. ten times more begrudgingly than normal.

"I'll kill you someday, I promise."

Shidou doesn't take your threat seriously, and even had the gosh darn nerve to laugh. Rude! "Oh? How romantic! I'd be more than happy to have you as the last person I'll see before I die and go to hell"

"Shut up, please go explode in a remote island or something"

"Running away and living in a remote island with you isn't a bad idea actually"

"I hope you'll waste your money on a vending machine that won't give you your drink. And just take me away already and leave me alone" you sighed, glaring at him the whole time.

"So eager, I knew you love me" he dreamily says, and the most he's received from you was a glare and a promise to send him to a coffin. Not like he was complaining although--Shidou lived for that hateful glare you'd give him every time.

"So mean--but I still love you all the same" Shidou grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder--similar to how one would carry a potato sack. "Well, that's all from me. bye!" And then Shidou runs off, like a darned super motor leading that's bypassing speed limits leading to you screaming all the way.

"Wait! I still have to return the dress!"

#blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou x reader #shidou x you #@@.xylvie's works

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kungukingi · 2 months

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Meditations on bris/isbr [11/?] "A Moment Just for Them (Because Why Not)"

Link to previous part.

After the match, Team White settles down in their new room, and Isagi already has his eyes on the next match-up. He wants to play against Rin's team next, and tries to get everyone's attention to confirm that they're fine with the plan.

None of them seems to listen though, what with Barou being occupied with fixing up his new bed, Nagi by the videos on his phone, and Chigiri with his hair.

Isagi starts wondering about how difficult their living situation is going to get when the team already had Nagi and Barou in it, who not only don't get along, but who are also don't like to compromise about anything.

As if on cue, Barou starts berating Nagi and Chigiri: One has left a towel on the floor, the other one a pair of socks; one does not dry his hair enough, one is taking too much time to do it. And what's worse, neither of them seems to acknowledge his authority.

While this is happening, Isagi is notably exempt from this tirade of criticism, and in light of what we learn later from Episode Nagi, it seems likely that this is because his cleanliness and efficiency have quickly risen to levels that meet Barou's standards... to the point that Barou will later lament and curse his departure from the team after having spent just a couple of days together.

But more on that later.

For now, Isagi gets alarmed by the undesirable chemical reaction that seems to be happening between the three other members of his team, and attempts to diffuse the situation by suggesting they all have dinner together.

It doesn't play out like he hopes, since Nagi and Chigiri shoot him down immediately. Nagi wants to keep watching his videos, and Chigiri has his knee to take care of. Isagi gets frustrated at their lack of cooperativeness, but then Barou cuts in to say that he'll go with him.

Isagi is understandably surprised. Chigiri is his teammate from all the way back to Team Z, and he's stayed with Nagi for the whole duration of the Second Selection. Both are rivals and friends to him at this point, and he's very comfortable around them.

What comes to Barou though, so far all attempts Isagi has made to try to get closer to him through friendly approaches have been duds. Not to mention even their rivalry has been one-sided up until earlier that day, when Barou made it mutual with his declaration to never lose to Isagi again. And that only happened after Isagi put Barou through the wringer, crushed his spirit, and made him question his whole life.

So it is surprising that Barou would so readily join him to eat dinner in private while exuding this nonchalant air about it.

When the dinner scene opens, they appear to be the only ones present in the cafeteria. They take their seats at a table next to each other, and eat in silence for a while as Isagi appears to waits for Barou to initiate a conversation. He has to have some reason for taking up his offer, after all, right?

Isagi is suddenly reminded of the moment he called Barou 'loser' in the match earlier, and wonders if he's still holding a grudge about that.

Could it even be that Barou accepted his offer specifically so that he'd have a chance to corner Isagi and beat his ass without the other two interfering? He is prone to threats of violence and did seem to really hate getting called a 'loser', so it would make sense, wouldn't it?

When Barou finally addresses him, Isagi flinches and wonders if this is the way he's going to die, but then:

Everything about this must go against the image Isagi has of Barou in his head based on their interactions so far.

The normally so decisively speaking Barou starts by hesitating: He pauses, uses a filler word (uhh), and then asks Isagi to tell him about himself. I'm not 100% certain [and might check later], but I think this is the first time we've seen Barou do either of these things (hesitate while speaking, ask a question like this) with anyone. But it does make sense.

Before this day, the world made perfect sense to him, and he had unshaken confidence in his own place within it, as well as on his own ideals and methods.

Isagi made him recontextualise and reconsider everything during that match, and now he's coming forward with a new approach; speaking cordially to Isagi to get to know him a bit better. And the question he asks of Isagi is the exact same one Isagi approached him with previously, which just underscores how much their relationship has shifted in such a short amount of time.

It's a huge show of respect from someone like Barou, and Isagi is exactly the right amount of surprised for it.

Isagi answers him by telling him about his weapons, and Barou easily draws the connection between them and how they help Isagi control the whole pitch. He also proves how uninterested he was in Isagi previously by saying Isagi should've told him sooner, to which Isagi replies that he did, while thinking to himself that Barou wasn't willing to listen.

(In truth, Isagi didn't actually even get around to telliing Barou about his own favoured playstyle and weapons when he approached him before, but that's beside the point. Even if he had told him, Barou wouldn't have cared.)

Now he is listening, though, and he does care.

Flustered by Barou's sudden interest in him and shamed by the grace he's currently showing, Isagi apologises properly for the things he said to him on the pitch. But Barou surprises him again by telling him that they already settled that when he made Isagi take back the 'loser' — and continues to say that everything else Isagi said was true.

While casually munching on his steak, Barou admits that his mentality wasn't good enough. He had room to grow, and now that he's absorbed the lesson, he's showing that he harbors no hard feelings towards Isagi for it.

The way he's acting supports the opposite interpretation, in fact: Even though he doesn't say it out loud, I think he's feeling grateful to Isagi, and this is his way of showing it.

Sure, he's interested to learn about Isagi as a player just for the sake of their rivalry, but the fact that he goes about this by asking the exact same questions Isagi asked him before is a bit too on the nose to be a coincidence.

I think this is Barou's apology for dismissing Isagi before, his show of gratitude for the lesson he taught him, and his peace offering — all rolled up into one. I don't think this is entirely conscious on his part, but that's what I think this is, regardless. They're rivals on the pitch, but that doesn't mean he dislikes Isagi.

Isagi, of course, thinks this is all very cool of him, and rightfully so. It demonstrates that Barou is able and willing to tap into the vast potential Isagi always saw in him. It also shows Isagi that Barou, much like Isagi himself, can put his whole being and emotional spectrum into the game while on the pitch, and still rise up above it afterwards.

It's as admirable and relatable as it is surprising, and it must also be very flattering to Isagi. At the start of Blue Lock, Barou dismissed him as someone who did not 'have what it takes' to be a striker. And yet here they are now, talking about their mutual passion as equals.

So it's no wonder he gets caught up in the moment and voices his honest feelings.

It's wonderful when characters sometimes just flat out tell what they're feeling, so that you can always pull up the receipts when someone mistakes banter on the pitch as proof of two characters hating one another.

This is one of those instances.

This whole moment also parallels Isagi's dinner with Kunigami early on in the series, and for those two the scene was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. From my perspective, the fact that Kaneshiro decided to include this whole scene at all, is indicative enough of the fact that the readers are supposed to assume that Barou and Isagi are on good interpersonal terms from now on.

Even though in the future we'll get to see repeatedly how Isagi and Barou clash on the pitch as emotions get heated, it's clear to me at least that, after this moment, Isagi has learnt to like Barou as a person. He already admired him tremendously as a player and found his attitude cool, but this is the moment he's won over by Barou the Guy as well, not just Barou the Symbol.

What comes to Barou, it's less clear how he feels about Isagi as a person as of now. However, looking at this moment with the knowledge of the kind of tsundere tendencies he'll starts exhibiting in the future, and knowing how absolutely preoccupied he becomes with Isagi soon, I'd say his reaction here might give us a hint.

He quickly turns the focus on himself and explains his interest as him just being on the lookout for any and all information that might help him obilerate Isagi in the future.

One could call it falling back to a more secure and unambiguous mode of relationship — their mutual rivalry — when Isagi pushes at a boundary Barou is not entirely comfortable allowing him to cross yet. Villains and heroes are easy for Barou to understand, but I'm pretty sure that he does not have a lot of experience in friendly relationships where he stands on an equal footing with someone else.

Isagi is unbothered though, and challenges Barou to go ahead and try, because he's willing to be an open book for him. Villains and heroes, rivals or friends, Isagi is just happy that they're able to have this kind of a relationship.

Speaking of relationships, I divide Isagi's rivals into two groups based on his primary mode of relating to them:

Rivals first: Barou, Nagi, Rin, Kaiser, Yukimiya, the rest of Blue Lock (and the rest of the football world, to be entirely honest) Friends first: Bachira, Kunigami, Chigiri, the rest ofTeam Z

To this date [chapters up to 254 have been published by the time I upload this meta], Barou is the only one of Isagi's rivals from the first cateogory with whom Isagi has shared such a casual and intimate friendly scene together.

Even Nagi hasn't had this type of scene together with Isagi, despite having spent the most amount of time in private with him out of this group. A scene that is based on mutual interest in each other outside the context of immediate tactical and strategic concerns. While football is what Isagi and Barou talk about, they're acting relaxed about it, and the conversation doesn't go anywhere near the next match, even though it's what Isagi has been waiting for ever since Rin stole Bachira from him.

Isagi does not have any revelations about himself, or about anything that would relate to the next match, or the ones after it. We learn that Barou is not as sore a loser as one might've initially assumed based on what we know of his character, but that information is of peripheral importance compared to what we learn about his changed perception of Isagi.

The chapter starts with Isagi thinking about the next match, but only after Barou and Isagi depart in comfortable silence does Isagi return to thinking about it. While they dine together in the empty cafeteria, it doesn't even cross his mind.

Bottom line is: This whole scene is about how the relationship between Isagi and Barou has evolved, and nothing else.

#barosagi #barousagi #bris #isbr #Blue Lock #bris/isbr meta #Kaneshiro was truly crazy for this

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smartycvnt · 2 years

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queen creed

pairing: xavier woods x reader

summary: you make your up up down down debut and accidentally reveal some pretty big news

Xavier's love of video games was no secret to you. The two of you had been together for a very long time now, but you had yet to be on his YouTube channel. Usually, you were busy doing something backstage when they were filming, but today was a rare day where you had nothing going on. If it wasn't for Xavier having a match later on in the night, you wouldn't have even come to the venue for the show.

"Ugh, come on!" Seth yelled as he threw his hands up in the air. You watched from the doorway with an amused look. "This is bullshit man, bullshit!"

"Maybe you just suck," you teased. Everyone in the room jumped, not having seen you even enter. Xavier's face immediately lit up when he saw that you were there. He excitedly waved you over and stood up so you could take his chair.

"We have a very special treat for you ladies and gentlemen. It is my honor to present to you, Y/n Y/l/n," Xavier said as you took a seat in front of him. He kept his hands on your shoulders, unable to not be touching you if he could. You wanted to hold his hand, but most of the world didn't even know the two of you were together. To the general public, you were one of Big E's friends who had stepped away from wrestling for nearly a decade before coming back earlier in the year. They didn't know you and Xavier were together, much less about to get married in the coming weeks.

"You're not gonna try to kick my ass are you?" Becky asked jokingly. You shook your head and extended a hand towards her.

"I'm not Bayley, I don't prey on the weak." The room erupted into a chorus of 'ooo's at your comment. Bayley was somewhere in the building, you knew that, but you weren't that scared of her.

"Wait a minute, you need a nickname. Everybody's got a nickname on this show," Xavier said. Everybody sort of paused to look at you as you thought about it. "It can be a childhood nickname or one that you've got now already. Anything."

"Queen Creed," you said as you looked up at him. Xavier's cheeks immediately got hot. You grabbed onto his hand and smiled up at him sweetly. "Is that okay?"

"Y-yeah, it's fine," Xavier said. Becky and Seth shared a look before returning the game on the screen.

"I'm gonna have your last name soon enough anyways," you said casually. That caused the attention to once again be back on the two of you. Your friends and coworkers knew that you were together, but they had no idea that you'd gotten engaged. You just happened to realize that a few moments too late. Xavier cut the cameras as the room erupted into chaos.

"You're getting married?"

"You're not married!"

Both Seth and Becky exclaimed at the same time. Next to Seth, Shayna seemed pretty quiet about the whole thing. Weeks prior, you had accidentally let it slip while out drinking that you were going to get married to Shayna and Dakota. They were the only people who really knew about it other than the other members of the New Day, who had been there when Xavier proposed to you.

"You're gonna need a bachelorette party," Becky said as she wrapped her good arm around your shoulders. You realized pretty quickly that you should have been a little more careful with your words then and there. Seth was busy congratulating Xavier while Becky planned the wild night out you'd be having with her and a select group of your peers. You'd indulge her for the party, but only to get out of having to plan an actual wedding with bridesmaids. Eloping had been your idea in the first place, you wanted just Xavier to be there with you and nobody else.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #xavier woods #xavier woods x reader #xavier woods imagine #xavier woods imagines

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inspiteallthedanger · 2 years

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Have you thought about that moment in Get Back where Paul says ''Good try that, Johnny'', and George says something immediately after to John, addressing him ''John'' pointedly? Like very pointedly. I mean it might have been discussed on Tumblr, but I just rewatched it on Youtube (it's in the beginning of a short video there called ''George's admiring Eric Clapton & Billy Preston'') and that moment always makes me smile and wonder. It's just a tiny second of interraction between the tree of them but a mess of so many possible feelings. It definitely sounds like George is either mocking Paul or in otherwise responding to the fact that Paul said ''JohnnY''. Like he's acknowledging that that petname sounds affectionate and is annoyed by that fact. It's also interesting to me that apparently it DID sound special/affectionate, it wasn't common for people to call John that, if George payed attention to it. It's like.. George's reaction in a way for me confirms Paul's affection which is why the moment makes me smile mostly. But also... they're not teenagers anymore but George is annoyed/jealous? That Paul likes John? That John's ass is kissed by Paul? That they were an annoying petname-calling team like that still? I mean it's kinda hilarious but also like our weird fanfictions are not so far from the truths. Sorry for that long rant over one second of Get Back, what do you think? :D

Hello. This is interesting, isn't it? My following response is assuming that this dialogue is presented in Get Back as it was (more or less) said in real life. Which, we know might not be the case. So, for a start, I’m ignoring the visuals in this. But, anyway, with that aside:

I do totally agree that George's 'John' does seem a pointed moment in response to Paul's ‘Johnny’. And yes! I think Paul's trying to create some sort of short-hand/intimacy with John there too. I think, overall, George is trying to win John over to his way of thinking in his on-going argument with Paul. I think it’s pointed because he’s sort of saying “Oh, no you don’t, Paul. You don’t get to win by pulling on your weird ass relationship with John.”

I’m not sure, entirely, why he’s annoyed. Because I don’t think it’s wildly unusual for Paul to call him Johnny in that context.

I wonder if it’s possible George's annoyed because Paul says it was good. Then sort of pauses and only calls out John as being good, and George takes that to mean Paul thinks George wasn't good? I can’t remember what they’ve just finished playing, so assuming they’ve all just done a song, that could be part of it?

But overall, I think he’s annoyed because he's trying to win the argument that he's been having with Paul since the start of the sessions i.e. how they should go about crafting these songs. So, he's mostly disagreeing with Paul that the take was good.

I do think this is part of George's on-going issues with the whole idea of the project. Specifically, he's talking here about why he can't do what Paul wants him to do: stop and fix each wrong note as they go (by which George thinks Paul thinks he should just automatically know how the song ought to go), or allowing them to play through it and figure it out once they have the overall shape.

I'm not sure if George is just very insecure during these sessions or what, but it's a clear through line from this chat to "You need Clapton for that" where John says, "We need Harrison". And likely why John jokes they should just bring him in when George leaves.

None of the Beatles were good at just jamming - when they tried it, apparently it was often terrible. Paul's dismissive, "That's jazz, man," is meant to say, "So what if Eric does that? Doesn't make him better than us, or what you do." Anyway, I think this is all part of them trying to get John to weigh in on one of their sides. Which is interesting, because by all accounts that isn’t what he ever did. Let alone by this time in their relationship.

Anyway, none of this takes away from anything you’ve put here. I just think it’s more about them more directly fighting for John’s approval/agreement. Which John is resolutely not about to do...

It’s also funny/sad that George thinks that Paul and John still likely have that bond. I mean, they do but the very timid sort of way Paul says ‘Johnny’ sort of suggested that he’s not even sure of his place with John currently. Like, he’s trying to get John engaged and in doing so is excluding George. The dynamics are wild and painful to behold!

#beth rambles

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uncanny8ellen · 2 years

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How I fell for the bastard,

Karl Heisenberg

I remember the exact moment I fell in love with our all time favorite, showy, ill-tempered metal engineer. I was watching YouTube videos, cuz that's what I do for pastime activity when I got no brain power for books. I watch game plays mostly. I was watching Markiplier video, and yes, him gushing over the infamous 'Lady dimidom' was cute. Mark u simp lol.

Anyway when he first showed up I wasn't that interested. His voice was good,kinda familiar, then I realized it's Neil Newborn. I realllllly liked Elijah Kamsky from dbh, so I was glad to know he voice acted in the game.

Back to our mechanic. His vibe? Cool. Smoking cigar, giant metal hammer slung over shoulder, kinda military look. Oh, nice sunglasses, dude. His speech too. "Well, well. Didn't think anyone was left! You must be preeetty tough, huh." My immediate thought was, 'oh he's got a showman's vibe!' All the metals levitating in the air, and I knew he was trouble for our guy Ethan. Duke only confirmed my suspicion later. After Ethan got dragged to the trial I laughed at "-and if a man's dick is cut off in the castle blah blah blah.", also at the "nothing like fresh American ground beef!"

Then after Ethan's murderous journey to get his ikea furniture equivalent of daughter, a TV crackles. And I was like, oh? Deja vu? But he was different from Lukas Baker. Much less chaotic, for one. He didn't seem that psychotic compared to that guy. More put together. I saw the whole, 'landing a hand' coming from miles away. Duke did say he's the most dangerous one, after all. And I had a feeling that he wasn't just referring to his mutant power.

With all the purring and threatening, it was more amusing if anything. Testing the person who murdered 3 Lords, Vârcolacs, Lycans in the village all on his own with guns, bombs and some herb juice, by sending him to the lycan infested stronghold. To me Ethan was just one hell of a guy. Sure we all suspected he's not human, but imagine a normal computer engineering guy going through all that. Damn. And Heisenberg was ballsy enough to test him. That or he really was the strongest. Either way, I liked his style. "See you, Ethan." Bless ya Neil Newborn.

And really, when Ethan got to the factory (I absolutely love industrial vibe. Didn't really know he was a metal-welding, real mechanic sort of guy until Ethan got to the factory. REAL ASS ENGINEER WHO OWNS A BIGASS FACTORY), I was a bit excited. Even from outside, the building was big. And just like him, the place was unpredictable. After all the hype, I wanted to see this guy's deal.

Then comes the 'proposal scene'. Yes the one where Karl confesses his undying love for Ethan and asks him to marry him.

Kiddin. That voice clip still cracks me up. All hail Neil Newborn.

When Ethan pulled the cloth away and BAM! conspiracy board showed up, I was smiling. Then the devil pops outta nowhere, walking n talking like a showboat he is, and although I was sure the guy had quite a temper, considering his earlier outburst at the church, his movements seemed.....weirdly calculated. When he slammed that chair down and told Ethan to take a seat, that move seemed calculated too.

That made me actually pause the video and think. Everything about him exuded pride. From the very moment he's introduced in the game, he was nothing but charisma and confidence. 'Most dangerous Lord'. A recluse. Huge factory.

And I wondered. Is that enough for him?

The main reason I didn't find him that great of a character was because at first, I felt the villians were a bit flat. Actually, I found all of the Lords a bit...boring up until Ethan escaped the gauntlet. Everything felt cliché, a heroic father looking for his daughter and defeating monsters. Just another fairy tale. Another bad vs good.

Then I saw how Lady Dimitrescu cried for her daughters. Daniela saying she doesn't want to die before she turns to ash, although she did try to murder Ethan. Shocking reveal of Donna lying in the place of Angie, eyes vacant, blood trickling down her face. And yes, I noticed the bloody hand prints she left at the door frame and wallpapers as she was running away from Ethan. That was heartbreaking. Letting her gardener see his loved one again. Claudia Beneviento...

I don't know much about Moreau, but I do know he got multiple cadous implanted. Maybe that's why his mutation was unstable. Cheese loving, cheesy romantic movies loving, cheesy guy that got effed in the head and is a kid looking for his mommy. That was just...sigh. He had to be put down. Damn Miranda.

Then there was this guy who was clearly smart and ambitious. I started to get excited. I resumed the video. "It's a test. To see if you're strong enough to be apart of Mirander's family." 'You're way off the mark, pal,' I thought. But that was a valid guess.

"Neither did I, but here we are!" Being forced into a 'family'. That was interesting. Of course this wild man could never tolerate the confines of his laughable 'family'.

"Kill me, move up the chain, well fuck that!" Yeah! Fuck that! Fuck the cult bullshit! I got reeeally excited. Here I also noticed his voice sounding a little weird. Slightly distorted.

Then the revving started up again. It dawned on me why my intuition was screaming at me about that chair slam. 'DANGER!!!' The guy seemed all brash and brutish but he had a plan. This guy was smart. Not booksmart or wisdom smart, but the way he acted. The chair was directly in front of that hole.

Take the outsider to Mother dearest. Brownie point + avoid suspicion. Waiting until Ethan takes out other Lords. Strong guy? Potential ally. Negotiation first, if fail, down you go. I personally like the headcannon where Heisenberg was the one who painted yellow all over the village. The ammo crates, levers, everything. Makes sense too, he did write those 'papa' signs with yellow paint.

"You and me, Ethan. Together we go save Rose, and we can USE her, to grind Mirander into paste." I immediately knew Ethan was gonna say fuck no to that. What father would agree to use her daughter like that?

But it was at that moment. That moment, my heart just stopped. Yes I died. In my mind, such pleasant realization just poured into my chest. Oh. Oh, he was a rebel. Up against the control freak of a cult leader.

Hey let's go kill my bitch of a surrogate mother. I'm sick of her cult bs, she insane. Imma gon blast her wanna join?

As soon as I realized he's not one of Miranda's pawns, but an unhinged individual planning to take her down, a person, not some toy soldier, I wanted nothing else other than shaking his damn hand. I wanted it so bad. So bad. Why capcom. I get that Ethan wouldn't take that deal. But goddammit.

I fell hard. Been simping ever since. Anything else after that were just cherries and fruit cocktails on top. His maniacal laughter, complaining on speakers while Ethan fights for his life, experiment logs, 'interesting body', HE HAS A CYBORG UNDEAD ARMY?!?!? Heart eyes motherfucker. Production line of soldiers. 'Heisenberg's quarter' but Karl it's a workshop. Where's bed Karl. Karl. Do you sleep on the fucking floor? You doze off sitting in chair?

Stepping down that floating metal stairs with ease. SKILL. Bullet deflected, again, deflected, oh what's this? That distortion from earlier. His voice changing. HIM MUTATING. "Don't, come, hmm Back!!" Just cutting off the platform so Ethan falls in water. Could've killed him right there. Do you like the guy Karl? That why you spared him? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Rain pours and it's so fitting. God. That metal colossus. I shouted, "Fuck didn't know I'm into that shit! Guess I'm a monster fucker then!" And I loved the fight. His theme song. Even his crystal was beautiful.

Miranda's boss fight was anticlimactic compared to his. It was just so intense. Ethan needed a freaking tank and just some luck (Karl turning himself into a fan/grinder and exposing his main reactor. Ethan managed to get back on tank in the air and fire the rpg one last time) to beat him. His boss fight is actually the most difficult out of all the bosses in the game, and if you try village of shadow difficulty, he's almost impossible to kill.

Capcom please, show us that man doing many bad but kinda cool things in DLC I love that man. Please. Let him kill the witch and be the true maniac he is! Come on! Free the rabid man! He belongs in the wild!!!

#resident evil village #karl heisenberg #lord karl heisenberg #resident evil 8 #ethan winters #mother miranda #alcina demitriscu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #iron steed #rant #midnight rants #A wild horse running across the field in abondon. What's wrong with wanting to see that?#i need death or coffee #I love you bastard #mad engineer

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Red vs Blue [KTH]

⟶ Red vs Blue [Taehyung x Female Reader] ⟶ Genre: Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Smut, 18+ ⟶ Game: Halo ⟶ Warnings: Adult themes, biting, nuzzling, cuddles, video game k*lling mentioned, smoking, shower sex, oc on the dom side, nipple play, hand job, blow job, squirting, unprotected, dirty talk, etc ⟶ WC: 10k+ ⟶ Beta: @inkedtae - Thank you so much bee for reading through this fic! I appreciate your hard work and excitement you left within the comments! ⟶ Summary: Taehyung takes you back to memory lane when he reintroduces you to the game series the two of you have met on. He thinks it’s nostalgia that has you in great spirits, but really it’s the fact that he forgets you’re the better player when it comes to the Halo franchise. ⟶ Author’s Note: Apart of the “2 Player Games” series. 🎮 ⟶ Collaboration: Bangtan DLC: A Streamer BTS Collab hosted by @/joonscypher, @/kookskingdom, & @/lavienjin! Thank you all for hosting such a fun event!

The light tapping and spontaneous grunts coming from the other room would usually make one perk their ears up. Although for you, this is not the case because you already understand the reasons for hearing your boyfriend making all of these questionable noises. Ones that would even make the purist of persons concerned.

You crack open just one eye to look toward the doorway to see the light from your shared gaming room to be very well lit. Exactly how you last saw it right before planting yourself in bed around midnight. Now, you search your bedsheets for your phone to check the time and look for any notifications.

“It’s 6:43 in the morning!” You groan with your groggy voice.

Taehyung is hours deep in the nostalgia of memory lane as he’s indulging himself with every single Halo campaign in numerological order. Wanting to play each game start to finish before starting the newly released game: Halo Infinite. Determined with himself to relive his younger years where he has spent countless hours ranking up his own character — a seven foot tall spartan — and demolishing the online multiplayer community.

At least to him, he is a pretty good player… until he met you on the other side of the map.

You slowly step yourself slower to the opening of your gaming room and instantly spot the side of Taehyung’s massively deshilved head of hair. He’s leaning forward in his chair with a controller in both hands and his feet planted apart. His mouth is parted in concentration as his eyebrows move with each intense action he does in the game. You could sit for hours watching the way his whole body manages to get involved with these types of games. It also reminds you to look into getting a VR next time the two of you go shopping together.

“Tae,” you speak up, waiting to see if he hears you.

The response of him reacting to his sudden death after fighting off the coveninet horde, the enemies, is not exactly the response you were looking for.

This time you add a little more force with your call, taking note he is wearing a headset over his ears.

“Tae.”

You open the door wider, purposely swinging it to allow a small gust of air fan into the sticky room. Countless hours allowing all the electronics working their asses off and spitting out hot air will do that when there is no proper ventilation besides the small cracked window.

Taehyung twists his neck briefly, double-taking as he looks over at you before his thumb presses onto the pause button. It seizes the action on his large gaming monitor while he pulls his headset away from his ear nearest to you. His eyes are wide, a bit sunken and softly red with strain. He blinks, a small smirk creeping up on his teeth bitten lips as he transitions into an apologetic look.

“Hi…”

You look at him blankly in your tired state, eyes droopy from the early awakening from your slumber. He knows immediately that he has lost track of time and completely dedicated himself to a whole night of gaming; something that is not that uncommon in this apartment. As your eyes close slowly with your brows creasing up with concern, you sigh as you lean onto the door frame.

“Why are you still up at this hour? You know we have lunch with your parents in the afternoon.”

“I know – I know! I just got lost into gaming. I’m almost finished with the third campaign! I still have time to sleep,” he nods to himself as he looks over at the digital watch attached to the wall.

When you notice the way his face reacts as he realizes the time, dropping with alarm and worry, you couldn’t help but smile lazily. You shake your head, deciding to move yourself from the frame and begin walking back toward the vacant bedroom.

“Save the game where you are and come to bed,” you request over your shoulder as you descend away.

Walking back into the darkness of your room your eyes find instant relief from the lack of light. Your hands spread onto the mattress, creating a guide for your body to follow as you plop yourself back down onto its comfort. Your comforter still hoards a bit of your warmth, making the reentering process even more desirable for your sleepy state.

You curl up while tucking yourself under the safety of your blanket and nuzzle your head into one of your several pillows. Body begging to fall back asleep to catch a few more hours of rest.

So involved with the feeling of satisfaction, you hardly notice the shuffling of your boyfriend making his way into the room. His feet pad the floor with a slight heavy step; you can even hear the small cracking of his knees that pop from the movement while he groans with a stretch.

“I’m sorry for waking you…” Taehyung speaks with his softer voice as he slides under the covers.

His arms seek your body as he scoots closer to you, slinking them around you as he settles himself. Taehyung uses your hunched position to his advantage by molding his body against yours. He slightly shakes you with his hands to get your response when you don’t reply.

“Y/n?”

“What?” You exasperate as you shift yourself further into your pillow.

Taehyung prods the side of his face into your back like how a cat would show affection as his grip tightens around you.

“I said I'm sorry,” he repeats. “I love you.”

Silently, you take hold of his hand that hovers over top of you with one of your own. You slide your fingers on the back of his hand all the way up to the break of his knuckles. Interlocking your digits between them and securing a soft hold while drawing his palm closer to your chest to hold. You give his knuckles a quick peck and catch the scent of a faded smoky odor.

“I know. It’s ok,” you exhale out. “I love you too, Tae.”

Taehyung’s hand reaches over to your thigh as his other holds his cell phone up toward his face. He squeezes softly, in a ‘squish-squish’ type of way to make it seem like his gesture is coming off more cutesy than anything.

“Why do you seem annoyed with me?” He questions with a curious head tilt.

Through the side of your eye you can see the way his lips push out in a pout; either it be out of concentration to whatever he is focusing on his screen or his honest emotions portraying very obviously on his face.

Your foot pushes down on the gas pedal softly, accelerating the speed as you merge onto the busy highway on your way back home. It’s midday on a Saturday, where traffic is to be expected. Much like the restaurant Taehyung’s parents had invited the two of you to, thankfully with a reservation. But made parking a bit difficult when you were running late – no thanks to the man beside you.

“Because I am,” you admit as you focus on your mirrors and passing vehicles in the surrounding lanes.

The car goes silent beside the radio tuning into a commercial. You aren’t too far from the apartment complex, about 15 minutes out. You know you aren’t tired, but the man next to you surely is with the lack of sleep he has received. But you do know that he is the cause of why your mood is getting tainted.

“What did I do?”

Taehyung turns to look at you with a crease in his brows. The way his voice projects something of defense makes your blood begin to boil. To keep the communication with an even flow you decide to not act irrationally.

“You made us late to lunch. During lunch with your parents, who were happily treating us by the way – you acted a little rude by giving your phone more attention than the people in front of you. Like, you didn’t even see the sad look on your father’s face when he mentioned something that you’d enjoy and you didn’t even react to it because your eyes were glued to your screen.”

Glancing over to Taehyung quickly, you shoot him a look of distaste when you see a stain on the collar of his shirt – a shirt due to his lack of awareness, had he not noticed it was a shirt that needed to be washed. Yet failed to make it into the hamper, let alone the laundry you managed to do earlier in the week.

When you return your eyes to the road ahead, you try doing away your agitations with the shake of your head.

“I’m just a little annoyed with how you’ve been acting lately,” you confess softly. “I don’t mean to sound harsh. So please don’t be upset that I'm only expressing what is bothering me. Everything is minor things, but when it all adds up, I just don’t know how to understand it all.”

Taehyung retracts his palm from your thigh as his eyes search around for answers, responses. He lowers his phone to his lap while his hands run out over his thighs. He fidgets briefly, picking at a small chip in his perfect nail. No doubt he’ll probably find clippers the moment he steps through the door of the apartment to fix it.

“I’m sorry,” he states. “I just get really invested in things. I don’t mean to upset anyone.”

“And I love that for you. Because it's something you enjoy that is preoccupying your time. Sometimes you just need to separate it a bit to balance out the other important things to you. Like sleep for example.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung responds dryly, engrossed in his own thoughts. “I’ll try to do better and not neglect some things.”

You smirk as you turn onto your street, the car slowing down to a comfortable 30 miles per hour as you pass through the friendly neighborhood zones.

“Would you like to start when we get home? There’s a pile of dishes that still need to be washed and are sitting in the sink.”

Taehyung begins by being comprehensive at first, weighing the pros and cons of performing the duty of dishes. Clearly he has plans of going straight back to his video games, which you knew all too easily by the way he was overly gleeful of leaving his parents.

“Okay, I can do the –”

“– and clear out that ashtray you have in the gaming room. You can’t even see the design on the bottom of it anymore.”

“Y/n?”

Taehyung’s deep baritone voice casts through the empty hallway from the kitchen. He’s ripping off the seafoam green latex gloves from each hand before placing them over the nozzle of the sink. Taehyung removes an earbud to listen for noise, searching for your voice to reply back to him.

When you don’t respond, he’s calling out to you again. This time louder with a frown adorning his face as confusion fuses onto his features.

Taehyung removes both earpieces completely, using his phone to quickly silent the blasting music he has on so very loud. He steps out of the cozy apartment kitchen toward the entrance way of the hall, catching a glimpse of himself in the hanging mirror as he does. The mop of his black curls look defeated with grease, needing a nice wash themselves but he chooses to wait for a shower later in the night.

He grabs a beanie hung from one of the coat hooks, placing it over his hair after slicking it back. Taehyung hears noise from the gaming room, so his feet take him there in a jiffy. With all common knowledge, it makes the most sense that it must be you who is the cause of those sounds.

Taehyung presses his fingertips into the door, pushing it inward to reveal the room. It is such a wonderful office space which serves as both of your favorite hobbies. Decked out with an abundant amount of gamer merch that pleases both of you. There is a slight contrast between your two spaces that sit side-by-side. His has more space, to accompany his occasional streams for Twitch. Colored in an array of cool tones and some dark undertones. A small cactus plant sits comfortably on his desk, a small keychain of Mario hanging off of it.

While your set up lights the room with the boldness of black and reds, an occasional cute theme that offsets the layout of your desk and chair hides as your desktop background. A customized Tails (from Sonic the Hedgehog) art piece is propped against your tower, right next to the miniature Nami figurine from League of Legends.

The two of you have your own specific tastes after all. So when it came to combining the two stations together, neither one of you put up an argument about aesthetics. Favoring in enjoying the unmatched parallels which simply end up matching in their own unique ways.

Taehyung's lips stretch into a wide grin when he notices you. You managed to pull over the futon which was stacked in the far corner of the room to the front of the large flat screen instead of using your own gaming chair. You lounge lazily into it, leg bent up as your one heel digs into the cushion below while the other leg is tucked under to partially sit yourself on.

You lean forward, headset on as you speak to whoever is on the other end while your thumbs run rampant over the buttons of your controller.

“You know I don’t run head first into the enemy. I’ll sit back with the sniper and you can be the idiot who gets himself killed when you run straight into their entire team.”

Taehyung moves over to you, his presence makes you flicker your eyes to him briefly from the sudden motion to your side. You stifle a laugh from the person on your headset who curses back to you, but your eyes smile when you look up at your boyfriend who starts giving you funny facial gestures. His hands motion back and forth between the controller and screen, noticing how you are playing Halo; the game which has been keeping him up long hours of the night and the game you put blame onto his hyper fixations.

Which is completely true and he owns up to that.

But unlike him, you aren’t playing the campaigns. You have skipped through all of the older games – even your favorite which is Halo: Reach – to be playing the newest game. The one he has yet to touch because he is so driven to complete all campaigns in order from start to finish.

Halo Infinite.

“Really now?” Taehyung’s voice comes out with amusement. “You banish me away to slave at dishes and I come back to seeing you playing the new game without me?”

You raise your brows to match his, playing into his charade of playful banter and hilarity. Quickly, you find an area to crotch your character down and out of view as you are still playing a live multiplayer match with someone.

But the lopsided grin you have on your face doesn’t leave you for a single second.

Shrugging in your seat, you bite down on your bottom lip while taming the erratic giggle you wish to unleash.

“Well, you still need to clean the ashtray. And I was asked to play.”

The corner of Taehyung’s lips turn down abruptly, eyebrows pinching together as he tilts his head. It’s comedic how fast he displays his confusion. The words that follow right after make you nearly burst open in a fit of laughter.

“Don’t tell me it was Jin.”

“It was,” you wiggle your eyebrows at him.

Knowing so very well that Taehyung isn’t fond of you enjoying the game first and without him and now that his hyung requested you to play in his absence, you thrive with mischief.

“What the hell,” he laughs as his hands shoot out to grab your controller.

Although you are fast in pulling the device closer to you and out of his reach. It only makes Taehyung nearly collapse on you to reach for it. His body is pushing you over on the futon as you start stretching your arm up and away from him while you’re attempting to push him away with all your other limbs.

“I’m still playing! I’m playing!” You snort out while your eyes glance over at the screen, watching your character shift in its crouched position as you fumble the controller in your hand.

Your headset begins to slide off your ears the more you wiggle around. You hear Taehyung making accusatory jabs at Jin while Jin responds back with his own enjoyment of the battle. All the while you beg for Taehyung to stop fighting over the thing in your hand.

Taehyung’s impulsive retaliation results in him placing an open mouth on the nearest part of your body to slightly bite you. It started with the side of your arm but rapidly made his way up to the crease of your neck.

“Give it to me,” he beckons with his own giggles as you fight him off.

His hands are heedlessly outstretching to your wrists and hands, trying to hold your one arm back while pursuing the damn controller in the other. In the matter of seconds, you go from a strong determined woman to a squealing little girl as his mouth and breath begins to tickle your sensitive neck.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” You cry with laughter. You’re frustrated with how funny and upsetting it is that you are undeniably losing your miniature brawl with your boyfriend.

Taehyung’s mouth continues to make eating noises onto your skin, his boyish giggle carving out the most sweetest corners of your heart. He nuzzles his face closer, threatening to bite into your flesh and suck onto you exactly how he knows you like it.

“Nope,” he states. “Give me the controller,” he chuckles.

“Clean the ashtray!” You rebuttal. “Or I'll just move in with Jin if you don’t.”

The two of you begin tittering together when the panic in Jin’s voice over the headset calls out saying, “I don’t want either of you!”

You’re caught off guard momentarily as an enemy comes up behind your character on screen and immediately sticks your spartan with a sticky grenade. Your immediate death is permanent and you scream out a call of defeat.

“Oh, Taehyung! You messed up my KDA!” – you pout angrily – “and now they have the sniper!”

Your boyfriend finally calms down his movements, exhausting his weight and limbs on top of you.

“I don’t care,” he speaks. “I am offended you played without me.”

You snap your tongue to the roof of your mouth with a tsk-sound. You drop the controller, ignoring the fact that your character respawned in the game, and push against Taehyung’s shoulders to move him.

“You were going through all the campaigns and taking your leisure time with it. Whereas you could have just asked me to play like Jin did and then we wouldn’t be here.”

“But you knew I wanted to play. I just wanted to relieve the memories of the stories.”

“We still can play. It’s not like I am ahead of you in learning the new maps or anything. I’ve played two rounds so far. I’m still adapting.”

Taehyung pushes up from the futon with his palms, his body still lying against yours and pinning you down to the cushion. He lifts his upper half, squinting down at you with a denunciative look.

“It’s not the same!”

“Just play now, – after finishing the two things I asked you to do!” You say as you purse your lips together. “I won’t play anymore until you are finished. Will that help?”

Taehyung’s eyes jump over to look at his awaiting ashtray that sits near the window sill. It collects the dried embers of his occasional cigarette and blunt usage. There is even a small box off to the side that holds the tobacco-leaf wraps and his small stash of weed safely.

“I could go for another one actually,” he pushes himself off of you completely. His hand pats you on your head briefly as he walks around the futon.

You readjust yourself, sitting upright and facing the television screen once more. Picking up where the game is currently at, you try to maneuver around the map to play catch-up with your other teammates. Under your breath, you mumble to Taehyung about opening the window before he does.

“You back now?” Jin’s voice prompted over the headset into your ears.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

The chill of cool air from the window crashes onto your skin, sending a single roll of goosebumps down your arms. Your thumbs twiddle across the varieties of buttons and analog sticks. You fairwarn Jin of an oncoming enemy who has just run behind a rock crevice while you chase from behind. Speedily, you begin chucking your grenades into the entrance where the enemy ran into – hoping to damage the person if they still remain nearby.

The faint smell of smoke drifts into your nostrils, alerting your senses that Taehyung finally lit his cigarette into the air. Your nose crinkles slightly, pushing out a whiff of air just to remove the scent that lingers.

“Do you remember when you met me?” You hear Taehyung’s voice call out to you, muffled by the security of your headset.

You pull the ear piece back to hear him clearer while you let Jin know you were going to mute your end of the call.

“I do,” you nod. Keeping your eyes onto the screen, you multitask by performing in the game while having small talk with Taehyung who sits behind you at his desk and out of your view.

“You were much more of a punk back then,” you airly laugh.

“You never wanted to die,” Taehyung returns the minor attack you lash on him. He huffed a laugh, flicking the coffin nail between his fingers to let the ash fall into its reserved tray.

“Not by you, that’s for sure.” You clarify to him, “That’s why it was always difficult for you to get to me. I purposely stayed away at a distance.”

“It’s your type of playstyle though. Plus you are good at the game. Well, when you played consistently of course. I even lost my touch after many years. But I still remember how decent of a headshot you were.”

You twist your head to look over at him after receiving another random death in game. You see how Taehyung leans back into his gaming chair, reclining it back to lounge even further as he stares aimlessly up at the ceiling. His long, veiny hand holds the butt of the cigarette so easily, almost looking like he’s hardly grasping it as it rests snug between his fingers.

“You of all people would know that the most,” you raise an eyebrow at him.

A pleasant smile spreads on his face, gaiety radiating through his pores as he raises his hand to his lips.

“Oh, I know,” he chuckles before inhaling. “But I always kept coming for you. ‘Miss Red’.”

“‘Mr. Blue’.”

You shake your head, holding back the giggle in your chest. You return your attention to the game which is close to ending; only a few more kills are needed to reach 100 in total for your team to take victory.

You center your character in the parameter of the map, having managed to get yourself another sniper out of pure luck. You quickly scope in and out, constantly checking your vision and surroundings for any far or nearby enemies. You hear gunshots in the distance, Jin communicating call-outs and seeing a handful of your teammates shooting their assault rifles around a pile of enemies and vehicles.

Patiently, you wait for your golden opportunity to snipe someone. Whether it be a clean headshot or hitting an enemy and knocking their health down to one hit – giving your teammates access to kill them easier.

When you start shooting, you miss initially. Your second round snags a body and damages someone. While the third round misses completely. Not bothering with the last round in your clip, you instantly reload while scanning your bordering surroundings. The map is chaotic, the tally of death neck and neck as bodies throw themselves into the midst of it all.

Finally, you were able to find an enemy who took one of the lifts on the map – sending them high into the air and halfway across the area. As they float in an air current, you snipe them down seconds from landing.

Ending the game completely and coming out victorious!

You cheer along with Jin, exhaling a sigh as if you were holding in your breath for too long. Waiting for the credits and match results to load onto the transitioning screen, you feel a palm snake up the side of your shoulder. Taehyung’s fingers travel from your clavicle and up your neck, hooking around your jaw until his palm can cup your chin.

He tilts you back to look at him, your eyes wide with wonder and confusion. You stare at him from your angle, his jaw cuts out sharp but the rounds of his cheeks are just as notable. A small shadow casts off his face from the lighting above while he stares down at you with smoke leaking slowly out of his parted mouth. He looks dangerous even with that growing 5 o’clock shadow on his upper lip. You have half a mind to question him on what is going on inside his head, but he interrupts your thoughts instead.

“Good job,” he smiles abruptly. Breaking that serious-looking demaner in an instant. “Am I allowed to play now?”

“Sure,” you hum.

He releases your chin from his grip as he makes his way back around to the front of the futon. Taehyung grabs himself a controller from the entertainment stand and double-checks if the battery is well charged. Once the emblem of the controller stops blinking and it lights, telling him that it is fully equipped and ready to go, he takes a seat next to you.

Taehyung points to your headset, “Tell him you’re jumping games.”

“What?” you quiz him, “Why?”

“Because I want to play Firefight on Reach. Whoever gets the most kills between us two wins.”

You stare at him, baffled at his declaration of battle. Even more disoriented when he leans in and gives you a quick chaste kiss on your lips; smiling to himself as he’s gripping the headset off of your head and quickly placing it on his head to speak with Jin as you fail to do.

“Hyung,” he starts abruptly. “Y/n and I are going to battle another on Halo: Reach right now. We’ll come back later to play,” he says as he stares you down.

“What’s the deal? Who cares about who wins?” you attempt to grab the headset from him, although he pulls the connection from your controller to disconnect voice from the chat.

“Winner gets the prize of telling what the other needs to do for the rest of the night,” he challenges you.

“And actually obey said orders?” You lean back with a skeptical look.

“Precisely.”

“Is this your way of thinking you are getting back at me for requesting you to clean up a little bit?”

Taehyung shrugs to himself, avoiding eye contact for a moment as his hand grabs your controller to take a hold of. He maneuvers through the xbox screens, jumping from one game to the next.

“But it’s a game you are good at. So shouldn’t you be winning the deal anyways?” He smiles to himself.

“But you’ve been playing countless hours of campaign and have more experience on the games compared to me right now. And even though I was better than you at this game in the past, why would you make the deal to lose if I am supposed to be winning? As you have said.” You retort back. “You make no sense right now,” you laugh.

Taehyung enters both of you in the lobby to the game mode called Firefight. In this case, it is a cooperative mode where players work with one another to fight against endless waves of reinforcement Covenant attackers. Where there are five Waves in a Round and three Rounds in a Set. It is also a mode to which it is endless and can be played for hours on end as long as you stay alive.

“We will put it on hard mode and add all the challenging perks, so our deaths probably will be quicker rather than spending all night playing the mode. How does that sound to you?”

You shrug it off, not putting too much care into the thought process of it. If it makes Taehyung happy, then you’ll do it for him.

“Whatever you want,” you say.

Grabbing your controller back, you settle yourself into your futon. You wait until each of you are prepared and ready. When the countdown on the screen marks to zero and the screen enters into another transition, you declare how he is your enemy once again.

The round starts off easy. You obtain the guns you need that spawn either on the map or in an ordinance drop while making sure you take positioning in an optimal area to begin getting the most kills. It is a race after all, having to share the hordes that come at you while trying to take them all out before he can even touch them.

The small aliens classified as a “Grunt” come out slowly, saying the most hilarious dialog all the while you and Taehyung rush to slay and murder them down with your guns and granades. It has been agreed that either the first to 150 kills win or whoever has the most kills after all lives have been used wins.

And with all these upgraded perks that amplify the enemy waves… you know it will be an intense hellstorm on the map the entire time.

You have agreed to play on the map called Courtyard. It’s an open map featuring a loading area outside the structure called Sword Base. It provides a landing, bridge, terrace, walkway, and much more. Both Taehyung and you shoot and shoot, adding to the total body count to each of your tallies. You try your hardest to not monitor his screen as much; you need to stay focused after all.

Your speakers shout out your killing sprees in respective order. They also remind you of your combination kills, especially when you grab a rocket launcher and gun down enemies like a mad man. A couple of times Taehyung purposely took a kill away from you, making you a bit furious the more times it ‘accidentally’ happens.

So, you do it in return when you can. Making the table a fair and even chance.

“Stop dying,” you mutter as you poke fun at him.

“Catch up,” he jests back.

You begin camping areas where enemies walk out at every wave. Making sure you stock up at every ammunition station you can in between miniature breaks of killing.

The challenge between you and Taehyung lasts close to a full hour. It surprises the both of you to be honest, however – the last shared death goes to Taehyung who ends up being trapped between a Hunter and a hard place. Now it is you who is solely left on the map to clean up the rest of the enemies who now pursue you.

You have no time to check the difference between kills at the moment, not when you have Jackals shooting their plasma guns your way. But when the announcer on the game tells you that you are on a rampage, you feel a bit more confident with your positioning.

Until you notice that un-killed Hunter who stomps toward your area with a rush of other enemies. You chuck all your grenades as strategically as much. The word “Untouchable” eventually alerts your senses, letting you know that means you have at least finished off 50 enemies without dying in this life of your character.

Panic begins striking your system the closer the horde gets to you. You attempt to pick off who you can, earning a small more amount of kills before you face your impending doom. The shields on your spartan break ruthlessly, making your character completely vulnerable to the next couple of hits.

Until you are finally picked off. Finished and the game ends with your final breath.

The overlay result screen pops up, giving the overall recap of the game that just took place. Points aside, it shows both yours and Taehyung’s usernames as a list. Following after shows the amount of deaths each person took and how many kills each obtained.

By a far difference, each of you received over the accounted amount of kills. Proving to you that you had completely forgotten about the overall kill deal, and seemingly so did he. However, the two of you continued to play until the final life was used and aimed to find out who had the most.

You have cleared 332 enemies, where Taehyung has only cleared 287. Reining you the supreme winner by a whopping 45 extra kills under your belt!

Letting out a dry laugh, you turn to look at him with satisfaction.

“So I did end up winning, huh?”

“So it seems,” he nods his head. “You were always a great shot.”

You remain humble about it, keeping a modest view to the undeniable skill you manage to have. It’s nothing to be incredibly proud about, but it does make you feel slightly happy knowing you are decent at something.

“Thank you,” you sit back on the futon.

You lay your head against the backing of the folded cushion, still facing Taehyung as you admire his side profile. He fiddles with his phone in his hand, typing out a text to someone before placing the device to the side.

“I just told the group chat that we are available to play,” he mumbles. He too leans back to look over at you. His face gives you a pointed expression.

“Is that what you want?”

“If you want to, yeah.”

You fake ponder as you draw your finger to your lips, tapping it slowly and looking elsewhere.

“Hm, I’m not sure. Don’t I get to call the shots for the rest of the night?”

“Of course,” he agrees.

You stare into him, admire the way his eyes – dark brown like a beautiful deep shade of jasper – glance back into your own. He has a unique speck right on the lower left white of his left eye while his right eye sports a small freckle on his waterline. He looks at you softly, fondly.

Your eyes follow the natural contour of his nose, right to the spotted freckle that lays off-center at the tip. He purposely flexes his nostrils just to make you smile in return. But you continue to look lower. Meeting his lips which shine with a thin layer of chapstick. He has a very prominent cupid’s bow and wide mouth, making his lips seem so desirable and kissable.

But behind those pair of lips are a sweet boyish smile, whenever he wants to show it. The kind of smile that makes your heart feel warm and melt with ooze dripping out of every crack it’s been given over the years.

“Y/n,” he speaks, but you continue to stare. “Are you really just staring at me?”

“Yes I am,” you nod. “You’re very attractive and you know that. So I don’t know why you’re questioning me for looking at my own boyfriend.”

“Looking and undressing me are two different things.”

You lean your head up with a spark to your eye. “You do have a cute butt,” you admit with a smirk. “I am quite fond of it.”

He can’t help but give you a lopsided grin, eyes full of amusement and mirth. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, “I have no response to that.”

“Good. Then it’s settled,” you state. You reach over to him, grabbing at his forearms to tug him forward toward you. “Just kiss me,” you hum as your eyes flutter shut the closer he gets.

The warm plush of his pout places itself on your own lips, pushing softly. You exhale slowly, savoring the sweet and slow kiss. When he dares to part with you, you’re left there with a frown – eyes still shut and ready to dive deeper into the feelings that start to boil within.

“Again,” you demand with the pull of his arms.

And Taehyung does just that.

He smiles into his next kiss. His tongue comes poking out ever so slightly, wetting the pieces of his lips that part open and tentatively touching yours. When you feel the warm wetness prod you, you greatly accept the gift.

Slowly, his tongue slips itself further, deeper, into your mouth. Licking at the back of your teeth the wider you open up. You feel the change of your breath turn from a relaxed state to something more exciting, trying to keep up with the luscious movements of the make-out session.

You stop Taehyung when you sense the movement of his hand coming up to touch your face. Confusing him as you suddenly pull away and begin to stand up.

“Shower,” you direct him with a gesture of your hand. “After you empty out the ashes, can you please take a shower? Remember, you gave me this power for winning.”

Taehyung grabs your wrist, pulling your hand down to lock it with his own. He gives you a look of plea, “Come with me then.”

You bend to level your head with his, face inching closer at a swift place. A creative smile colors your face, the crack in your lip doesn’t hide your spirited strive. Taehyung feels the way you set yourself up for another kiss, instantly leaning in with a soft smile himself. Though you hover his lips with yours just mere centimeters away.

With purposely hooded eyes, you look down at his face. Your smile turns into a playful smirk, a devious idea popping in your head to only tease your boyfriend.

“I’m giving you two minutes to clean the last thing I asked of you to join me. If you’re late I will lock the door.”

You stand straight as your hand begins playing with the hem of your shirt. You lift it up slightly to show some skin in a frisky manner, giving Taehyung a look that dares him to hurry up.

Leaving the gaming room, you toss your shirt over your head to make it land right in the entrance way. Giving Taehyung motivation and images of your clothes ridden body as you step out of his view. The washroom isn’t much farther down the hall.

Only about three long strides until you’re stepping right onto the beige stone tiles and reaching into the closet for the fluffiest towel in preparation. The scutter of Taehyung can be heard easily, his excitement making him sound like a puppy hurriedly padding its way to chase the ball you tossed for it. In this sense the ball is a metaphor for the promise of your naked body lathered up with water and soapsuds.

A sheepish smile wears on your face as you listen to his enthusiasm, making the action of stripping off your clothes and turning the hot water on equally as rushed. You wait patiently for the faucet to spray down the temperature you find ideal, your hand gripping the sheer shower curtain as you step in hastily.

The tickle of water droplets smacking into your skin, burning your body exactly how you enjoy it, causes goosebumps to rise and fall. The warmth lathers you so deliciously, so comfortably. It reminds you of how much you thoroughly thank the inventor of the shower.

By the time you reach out to the bar of soap you hear the forceful push of the bathroom door, Taehyung’s body nearly tripping inside but catches himself before he falls face first into the countertop.

“Has it already been two minutes yet?” His voice comes out with a curious whine to it.

Regardless of the time, he is already pushing down his bottoms to his ankles and lifting his shirt over his head. The heaviness in his steps makes you laugh, knowing he’s practically trampling over everything to get to you.

“Three, actually. But who’s counting?”

You say it to be funny. Only poking fun at him a bit more, because what would this relationship be without a bit of playful verbiage?

Taehyung swings the shower curtain in one swift movement, a rush of cool air entering your heated temperature zone and making you frown. Your back is facing him as your front takes on the blast of the cascading water, your arms hugging around your front as you turn your head to glance over your shoulder.

Your frown drops to the ground when you take in your boyfriend, bare and readily moving in to stand right behind you. There’s no hesitation with the way his arms come to wrap around you, pushing you a bit further into the running water and closing his proximity.

It’s utterly domestic between the two of you, having shared a single shower more times you could count. It’s not always often, but it has become such a casual experience that neither one of you feel the butterflies of nervousness. When your body tries fighting the scariness of exposing yourself in broad daylight to another.

Now it’s nothing but second nature. Comfort. Easily adjusted to.

And you can tell this by the way Taehyung already wants to replace his hands with yours. Gripping the soap for himself but rubbing it between his palms first to spread the residue onto your skin first. He never misses the opportunity to run the soap across your hips and up to your breasts. Squeezing lightly as the slipperiness becomes enjoyable.

You know you get into dangerous territories when Taehyung takes it a step further. Instead of him graciously cuffing your mounds with delicacy – as they should be treated – his large slender hands grip your ample breasts harder. Lengthy fingers seeking the bud of your pert nipples and lightly pinching them between his nails to make them harder.

Your body flinches to the temporary pain, squirming to wiggle out of his grip and turning in spot. Your disgruntled voice only comes off as fun-loving, especially when your hand slaps into the side of his arm as a rebuttal. Though you only grant him more access to your exposed tits.

“Come here,” he nearly purrs with warmth.

His hands wrap around your waist, tugging you closer to him as he presses your naked bodies together. The appendage that hangs between his legs slowly begins to harden, pressing noticeable against you.

You laugh at him as he attempts to dip his head toward your chest, halting him with your hands first. Tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth, you roll your eyes as your hands reach to his head.

“You still have a beanie on, you idiot.”

He smiles shamelessly, pushing past the giddiness in his body and focusing on the other emotions fueling him.

Lust.

“Whoops,” Taehyung says non-apologetically.

His lock of hair flops like a deflated balloon as you release it from the hat. It’s slicked back against his head, shining his full forehead to you. His toothy grin makes you smile in return as he leans into you, securing his lips once more to yours as you toss the useless garment over the rod of the curtains.

You speak in between breathless kisses, “You know I still have control.”

Taehyung’s hands find their way to your backside, carving out the curves of your body and cupping under each one of your ass cheeks. His tongue threatens your mouth as it pushes past your lips in a hast, teeth lightly tapping into yours as you begin to protest.

“Taehyung,” you warn.

He hums as if he’s questioning what you want. His face remains innocent yet you see the twitch of the corner of his lips and dishonest spark in his eyes.

The little shit knows he’s trying to get himself out of the deal by acting coy.

“Take your hands off of me,” you request as your fingers run up through his greasy hair.

You grip the locks in a loose fist, just enough to control the way his head tilts. He obeys reluctantly, nearly giving you a glare as you cut off his fun.

From the way you angle his head, you expose his neck more. It stretches beautifully, showing all the delectable edgings from underneath. You spy unshaved hairs close to the corner of his jawbone, cute peach fuzz lingering under the underside.

Tugging his hair just a bit more you earn a faint grunt from him. Slowly, you lean in to plant soft kisses across the skin of his neck. You favor the lump of his Adam’s apple first before moving down to the point of his clavicle.

Pressing against his chest, you push him into swapping positions with you. He now faces the water, even some of it sprays off his shoulders as you step him more under the shower. It soaks his hair instantly, whereas you begin loosening up your grip and start to reach for his bottle of shampoo.

Drawing out some of the smooth liquid from the cap, you fill your palm with a small amount of product and begin rubbing your hands together to spread it. It foams between your fingers as you lather it into the roots of his scale, massaging as you go with your fingertips.

Taehyung closes his eyes to enjoy the pampering sensation as you help clean him. Little does he know, you’re stepping closer to push yourself against him until it’s too late. When his cock feels the contact of your body pushing up against it but minding it no business.

Your hands act like magic, moving across his scalp and down the back of his neck. Pressing harder onto the taut muscles that relieves stress.

Taehyung groans softly, his eyebrows flicking up as his eyes remain close. You spot the growing smile on his face the more he enjoys himself.

You beckon him to tilt his head back into the water, letting the product rinse itself out as your hands come to his chest. Your thumbs swipe over his pectoral muscles, finding entertainment by pushing down on his nipples – just as he was doing to you before.

But with your power in much demand – very noticeable with the growing erection between the two of you – you propel lower. Your hands follow the flow of water down his abdomen, tracing lines into his oblique muscles and toward the fuzz growing from his pelvis.

Looking back toward him, you realize he cracks open an eye to watch you as your palms travel to the base of his cock. He gives you a penetrating gaze even through a hooded eye, one that calls out to challenge you to touch him. A silent beg for you to grip around him and help him get harder.

When your fingers lace around his shaft, slowly feeling every inch of his circumference as you do, you feel him twitch excitaly with the contact. His lips part, a desperate exhale shivering out of him while the water beads leak down the sides of his face.

God, he’s so doubtlessly handsome that it hurts.

You give him a leisurely yank as you twist your wrist. Your palm feels him up completely, from base to tip and back down. A gifted cock he is blessed, that’s for sure.

Taehyung allows you to take your pace. He’s curious to figure out what you want to do with him, so he awaits your next move.

“Is the shampoo all out?” You quirk an eyebrow to him.

He runs his fingers up to his hair. It gives him something to do with them as you banished him from touching you. When he feels the last remains of the suds strip from his dark strands, he nods.

“Want me to do yours?’ His caring voice comes out, referencing your hair which hasn’t much touched the water.

“Not yet,” you hush him with another tug of his shaft. Your fingers experimentally squeeze around him, applying delectable pleasure to provoke the blood flow to his dick.

Lowering yourself down, you kneel cautiously against the flooring of the shower. You use his body as a guard from the falling water, hardly getting hit as he shields the brunt of it. But you level yourself to the tip of his cock which stares at you, grown angrier the longer it doesn’t get attention.

“You want me to?” You look up to him through your eyelashes with a know it all smile.

“Please,” he says in a lower register; Adam’s apple bobbing with his quick swallow.

Taking your own time, you purposely lean in unhurriedly. Your fist keeps his cock upright, pointing towards your mouth. But you choose to pass his tip and instead place your soft lips against the side of his shaft. You repeat the actions. Slowly and tantalizing.

You want to draw out the teasing. Wire Taehyung up to make him crave you the most. He fidgets his fingers that hover your head, wanting to guide you to the place he needs you the most. Practically ghosting over your neck with his palm before you call out to him and tell him to stop it.

He groans a minor annoyance, but he isn’t truly mad. He’s just pinned with this marvelous switch up of dominance, and accepting the rules is proving to you that he cares.

“Y/n, please,” he whines out with a pout.

His cock twitches the next time your lips come in contact with it. Eagerness ready to dive off the deep end and plummet into the pool of sexual ardor.

Your eyes glue to his; mouth opening enough to allow your tongue to swipe the underside of his cock and against his frenulum. The sensitive stripe of skin that drives Taehyung’s senses into overdrive in an instant.

Taehyung's hips edge just an inch closer to you, egging you on to continue your actions. You see the pain beginning to form behind his eyes, the type of pain that he battles with himself. Clouded lust fogging his head as your lips wrap around the tip of his cock and start to sink further down.

You finally earn your first gasp from him. His head wanting to lull back yet he must stabilize his balance especially with the water at his feet.

“Fuck –” he slurs.

His body reacts as it normally does, driven with greed to feel more. Because he needs more. So he whispers and begs for you to be faster for him. To treat him how he wishes he could treat you.

You sink further, maintaining your breath through your nose and hollowing out your cheeks. You slurp on your way up his cock, smiling to yourself when you hear Taehyung exhale once more.

“You know it feels better when I go slow,” you remind him while the tip of your tongue trails between the slit of his cockhead. It’s so smooth, easy to glide around the more you trace your saliva across it. “Your cock is so needy,” you comment when you land a sweet innocent kiss on its head.

Taehyung’s face scrunches up, an expression of agony and worry dressing him from head to toe. He’s desperate to grab you, breaking your rule straight away when he thinks you’re going to leave him hanging there.

“It needs you,” he comments.

“I didn’t say you could control me, did I?” Your hand taps his thigh angrily. “I’m being nice to you and you’re just ready to –”

“– yes I’m trying to. Of course I’m going to try!” He argues with a laugh, “You’re giving me these teasing kitten licks like I’m a lollipop and it’s –”

“– ah! So you understand what it’s like when you do this to me then?” You smirk back as you inch yourself to him again. Your fist tightens more, feeling the swelling of his cock stiffen more. “Now don’t touch me, otherwise I’ll stop completely.”

Taehyung growls almost in a murmur, grumpy but obedient. His hand lands on a ledge built into the wall beside him, using it as his anchor to keep him balanced as your mouth meets his cock.

You widen your lips, your devilous tongue swiping out under him as you sink down as far as you can go. When you close your mouth securely around his shaft, you suck in repetitions. The steam of the shower makes the air thicker, harder to breathe but not undoable as you take your time with Taehyung.

His cock threatens to break past your comfortable state when you hear a deep moan from above. You peer up at him, his eyes closed in concentration as he leans closer and closer to the wall. Water starts spraying past him, hitting your body and soon your face.

Taehyung’s hips stutter as he lets out a shaky breath, commenting to himself – or you – how dirty the drops on your face now makes you.

“God, I want to cum all on your face.”

You tease by pushing him deeper in your mouth, feeling his cockhead hit the back of your throat. To send him even more into the pit of pleasure, you hum as you hold him there. Letting the vibrations of your throat rumble and shake his twitching cock.

Shaking your head slowly, you alert him that you’re declining that request. You don’t want to give him that satisfaction. Not tonight.

You want your own satisfaction.

Pulling off of Taehyung abruptly, you stand up from your spot. Your knees ache from the position, but feels instantly better when you straighten them out. Before Taehyung can retaliate, you are already moving your face to his. He reads you instantly, latching your lips onto his. The need and desperation of having another sparks a strong tension, making the way his lips curl into a smile fuels the jitteriness between the two of you.

Your hand grabs at his hair again, the wet locks making it easier to get your fingers stuck in them. As you push your tongue into his, your other hand guides his cock between your thighs. You pinch them close on purpose, to give a squeezing friction while you move your hips.

“Fuck me,” you whisper against his mouth. “Then wash me afterwards. Every inch of me.”

Taehyung takes your order as a cue to grope your body with his hands. Sliding his palms across your skin and making sure there’s no place left untouched. He graciously swipes a hand under your thigh, hoisting it up and over his hip. He sucks in a harsh breath as he twists you, letting your back land against the sidewall of the shower.

He shifts you up as much. Taehyung’s main concern is making sure neither one of you slips from the hazards of the shower. But that concern grows dim when he witnesses the glistening of your pussy when it spreads open, eagerly greeting and awaiting his cock to fill.

He’s aware of not getting water between the two of you. It would only wash away everything your body worked up to make to prepare for this. So Taehyung acts fast, his fingers coming down between you two to test your slickness. Make sure it’s enough for him to ram his dick right into you.

Taehyung dips a fingertip into your entrance, exploring your velvety walls. When your cunt eager clenches, sucks against him, he sighs relief.

“Hurry,” you snap as your arms link around his neck.

Balancing on one foot is already difficult, so you must rely on Taehyung to control all the next movements.

You feel his cockhead slide between your folds, gathering up the lubricate to his tip as he circles your entrance. He angles himself lower, just to get up underneath you. So that eventually when he plunges his cock straight into you, his motion lifts you with him.

Back running up the cool tile behind you, your head hangs forward with the initial thrust into you. You let out a whimper of pleasure, arms tightening around your boyfriend as you feel every delectable inch of his cock break through your tight walls and nosedive straight into your deepest corners.

The sudden stride nearly knocks the wind out of you, your body flinching from the abruptness. You bite your bottom lip, moan through your teeth. Taehyung whispers a comment of concern, checking in on you before he continues to shallowly rut into you the way he wants to.

And when you respond with the most, dirtiest, naughty girl “uh-huh” moan – you feel Taehyung’s entire body shiver.

“Fuck – don’t say it like that,” he growls. His cock twitches at the sound. His words completely go against the way his body is reacting.

He pushes into you after pulling out enough to leave his tip in. The heaviness of his body lays against you, pins you against him and the wall. Both of Taehyung’s hands hold onto your body, one lifting your thigh up higher with each thrust and the other slithering around to your back to hold you upright. Each of his feet feel nailed completely to the ground, practically cemented in his stance as he uses all his strength to accommodate your body.

The whiny voice he warns you about gives you more devious ideas; wanting him to come completely undone right before you. So you continue to keep that higher pitch tone, especially with the way his thrusts turn rougher because of it.

“Yes,” you moan into his ear. Gasping when he snaps his hips into you and cock nestled deep into your cunt. “Oh god, yes. Fuck me, Tae!”

Your fingernails leave red lines in their wake, scratching across his shoulders as you hold onto him for dear life.

“You’re so dirty for doing that,” he comments. The strain in his voice only alerts you of his anguish. He’s loving and hating it.

“You’re going to clean me up though, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll clean you real good, baby. After I cum all over you,” he promises as he submerges his cockhead to the point he hits your cervix.

He can feel the limits of your pussy, knowing that shoving more or harder will end up hurting you in return. So he sits there, rolls his hips in such a swift fluid motion that the showerhead above would even be jealous.

Taehyung nudges his nose against your head, his lips finding a piece of your cheek to kiss as he begs for you to touch yourself.

“Rub yourself out for me,” he urges.

His eyes remain connected to the sight between you, admiring the way his dick vanishes inside of you. Your hand comes out with no hesitation, slipping between the two of you as your deft digits work on your exposed clit. The bud engorged and perky.

It doesn’t take long for you to find the rhythm you crave. Running your fingertips around in quick circles. Simultaneously feeling your muscles jerk as they tighten and release, anticipating that growing orgasm that’s building up inside your body.

“Harder,” you gasp out. “Fuck me a little harder. I’m almost there!”

He listens, reacts instantly. His cock shoves deeper, the snapping of his hips more evident as you feel the passion with each thrust. When he angles himself in the perfect way, it has you spasming around him in an instant.

Fallen curses leave your mouth, your fingers still rolling your clit like it’s a joystick and you’re playing your own game on yourself. Succeeding to the jackpot which coincidentally is your rushing orgasm that forces your head to rail back into the wall.

It feels blissful, exactly what your body needs and enjoys.

Taehyung looks up at you with concerned eyes, gauging your reaction on the way your face scrunches in pain and pleasure.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you chant like a mantra as spurts of liquid squirt out of your cunt.

The dirty scene before him fills Taehyung with mirth. A sense of accomplishment and reassurance. He feels valuable to you in this very moment of time, having brought you enjoyment with his participation. It charges him with excitement, sending his senses to nothing but joy as his desperation sends him into his own climax.

He pulls out the moment he feels the first spray of his cum. Taehyung runs his dick up between the two of you, pushing it between your bodies as his cum jets out of him. His hands grip you tightly, back hunching briefly as he empties his load against your stomach and whatever else it touches.

The two of you stand there, labored breaths and dripping wet. The shower’s cascading water runs heavy against yours and Taehyung’s bodies.

“Shit,” Taehyung says. His chest heaving slightly as he slowly lowers your leg down and assists you with your balance. Aimlessly, his fingers trail over the off-white liquid on your stomach, rubbing it around your skin before the water washes it away.

“Are you good?” His softer tone comes out as he begins to pull you into a hug.

“Mhm,” – you smile up at him – “Very good.”

“Good.”

Taehyung’s hands grip the shampoo bottle that you use, a strong citrusy smell releasing into the air the moment the cap is popped off. You twist your head in confusion, watching the way he pours the shiny liquid into his palm.

“Now I'm going to wash you up,” he comments as his hands rub the product together.

You huff out a puff of air, an uncontrollable grin forms on your lips as you look at Taehyung like a love-sick teenager.

“I really do love you, you know?”

A gentle smile grows on his face, his eyes looking at you with admiration.

“I know. I love you too.”

Absolutely marvelous moodboard made by the one and only @taechnological! Thank you so much, Sae! I adore this to NO ENDS!

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Title: Make Things Clear

Warnings: !TW. STEPCEST!, !NSFW!, degrading, pet names/ degrading names, swearing, teasing, etc.. Pairing: dom!George X sub!reader Pronouns: they/them GN ANATOMY Synopsis: Gnf is a bitchy step bro and this is just another one of your guys' fights, only a little more heated. And naked. Word count: 3K Note: In terms of anatomy for the reader, the only 'body parts' that will be mentioned is: nipples/chest (either flat chest or breasts) /hole (either vag hole or ass hole)/ wetness (either ass lubricant, idk the name, or vaginal lubricant)

- I kinda hate this but whatever T-T I wanted to actually write this with way more words but there was already a lot more words there than I normally write. I normally write around 1K-1.5K but this one is 3K

If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn’t stepcest content and you’re able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the ‘tw stepcest’ or ‘stepcest cw’ tag <3

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You stepped through the doorway, bumping into it gently as you were trying to collect your surroundings. You were still half asleep and very very tired, you didn't even know why you woke up in the first place until you were tumbling onto the fall face first.

"Ew, watch where you're going idiot" George spat at you. There's your reason for being awake, this snobby little man had woken you up with his loud obnoxious video calls! It was hard not to get up when his high pitched screechy voice was bouncing off the walls and ringing through your head, it fucking sucked having a stepbrother!

It's incredibly cliché to have the 'stepsiblings who hate each other' kind of bond that you two have but its not like you can fucking help it! George is a whole new kind of annoying that is just unbearable to deal with! You'd be a whole lot happier with a whiny baby brother who dribbles everywhere and can't do anything for himself - oh wait, you already do! Except he isn't a baby, he's a full grown man who should be doing actual things instead of tormenting you!

You groaned and rubbed at your nose, pulling yourself up off the floor. Your vision was still all blurry from the sleep in your eyes so you moved your hands to rub at them and hopefully clear your vision. As soon as you could properly see again, your eyes landed on George standing at the kitchen counter making toast. He used the hem of his shirt to wipe at his tired face so you got flashed with the sight of his stomach and chest.

"God damn."

Clearly. You weren't thinking straight.

Because obviously - you wouldn't have said that if you were.

"Ugh, what??" George turned around to face you with a disgusted look on his face. "I mean.. God damn, you're taking a long time making toast- aha." it was awkward how you were trying to explain yourself. However, George bought it, so it didn't matter how pained you were throughout that whole experience.

"Tch. Impatient much? Can't even wait for me to finish making my toast, you gotta always butt in with your neediness!" the way George spoke to you made heat rise to your face. You couldn't always tell if it was out of anger or from being flustered but neither could he which I guess is what ultimately mattered.

"My neediness?" You questioned "YES, your need to constantly obsess over me and annoy me!" George rolled his eyes at you before continuing with his toast "obsess? I never obsess over you! And you're the annoying one!" You complain "How am I the annoying one? I literally like never bother you ever" George scoffed "You're literally always scoffing at me and rolling your eyes in my direction!" You told him "And how does that bother you?" George asked nonchalantly.

"Ugh, you fucking suck! You fucking- cock sucker!" you shout out him before walking off, pausing for a bit when you hear him mumble under his breath "You're the cock sucker." he spoke to himself. "What was that!?" you walked back in immediately and got up in his face "I said that you're the cock sucker, bitch" George snapped back. "NO. You're the one who's sucking on Dream's cock, I hear you talk with him every night. Oh Dream, Come back Dream- Shut the fuck up"

"I do nothing like that with him! And why're you obsessed with cock sucking? You into me or something?" George teased you. You stifled a bit, this wasn't the first time he's said something like that to you. He normally says it to get his own way, knowing you'll give it up in fear or anyone thinking you like your own stepbrother. "Who would be into you? You're a mess!" You crossed your arms "Speak for yourself, I bet you make a mess of yourself every night thinking of me!" George accused you.

"WHAT!?" You audibly gasped, backing up a bit "I do not!" you were thinking about storming off when George did it first. He grabbed his toast and turned to walk away, putting it in his mouth before spitting it out "Gross! you made me burn it!" He shouted "Guess you are what you eat. Crusty, burned out and disgusting" You made fun of him "I'll show you disgusting you-" George turned around to face you.

You decided not to back down and got in his face as well, both of your chests pressing up against the others. "What're you gonna do? Hit me?" You taunted him "I bet you have the strength of a weak kitten" You flicked his nose and laughed in his face, George bit back and shoved you to the floor. You hit the ground "Kids! That's enough, stop fighting!" His father called out to the both of you.

"George, you apologize to your younger sibling now." he spoke up "But Daddy!-" George exclaimed "No but's George, you apologize now" George groaned in annoyance. George sheepishly crossed his arms and lowered his head, eyes never meeting your gaze as he mumbles softly under his breath "I'm sorry" he says quietly. "What was that?" You push him further "I said. I'M SORRY." George repeated again with more anger in his tone.

"Yeah? For what? For shoving me? For annoying me for the past year? For being born? For what?" You grinned at him when he suddenly had enough. He didn't shove you this time, only bumping your shoulder as he walked away. You laughed to yourself victoriously, knowing that your actions would come back to bite at you later on.

Your eyes landed on the mess George made in the kitchen, the burnt toast he spat out now on the floor. You sighed to yourself, once again you would be cleaning up after him. The adult baby. You knew it wouldn't take long but it still annoyed you, bending down to wipe the crumbs off the ground and putting the paper towel in the bin.

You slowly walked to the dining room where your stepfather was, sitting down at the table with him to have a conversation "Uh.. Dad?" you spoke up "Yeah? what's up hun?" he looked up from his book "Has George um.. Always been this way?" You asked "Well he's always shown his love differently, that's right aha" your stepfather laughed to himself slightly. It was sorta awkward but it was bearable.

"There's no way that thing could love anyone!" You commented before then remembering who you're talking to "I mean-" he cut you off "It's fine. It's just normal sibling bonding, I'm sure you'll be able to see the real side of George one day" your stepfather glanced back at his book "Did you know the main character of this story is completely different to the movie? It's super weird but it's kinda cool how they are able to show the different perspectives in that-" and that's when you knew it was your cue to get up in leave.

You tuned out the volume of your stepfathers voice, just letting him ramble to himself about his book as you walked upstairs to your bedroom. On the way you noticed George's door was open, thinking to yourself that you could berate him a bit more for his mess in the kitchen but then deciding against it. Never the less though you still decided to check in on him, knocking on the door before entering.

"God, what do you want?" George didn't even look up from his phone "Nothing. It's just uh- your dad's a dork" you joked light heartedly "I know right? He's a complete nerd for his science fiction books" this was probably the first time you saw George smile around you. Your eyes lit up a bit as you saw it "Your smiles nice, why don't I see it more?" you asked him.

George shrugged, the smile slowly disappearing "I dunno. Maybe it's because I'm normally totally miserable when I'm around you?" he glanced up at you for a moment. "Is there anything I can do to make the relationship between us better? I don't like how we're.. I don't know, so far apart?" You wanted you two to be closer but you weren't sure George wanted the same thing.

"I don't know, you're pretty annoying so maybe you can just stay away" George put his phone down now "Well how can I stop being annoying?" you ask "I don't know! It's nothing specific! It's just- everything about you ticks me off! Your smell, your hair, your voice, your stupid face!" George yelled at you. That's when your brain finally got it.

"George. That.. Sounds a lot like love to me?" you were uncertain if it was good to tell him that but the look on his face said it all. His eyebrows raised and his face went slightly red "Wha- Love? You? NO! You're disgusting for even thinking that! I'm sure you're just projecting your love onto me!" George disagreed with you.

You were sure of your thoughts, you were sure that you were absolutely correct and had no doubts about it. "Maybe I am" You responded quietly under your breath "Wh- What?" He looked at you to meet your gaze, "Maybe. I. Am." you repeated again "That's so weird! And gross! And disgusting! I should tell Dad-" You cut him off.

"Or.. Maybe you shouldn't?" You never usually had this type of confidence but I guess today is opposite day. "What're you implying here exactly?" George seemed suspicious of the whole thing, admittedly he was correct to be suspicious but that doesn't make it any less hurtful.

"I'm just saying! Is it really the best idea for your father to find out about us?" You crossed your arms, a small grin painting your face. "B-But we didn't DO anything! YOU'RE the one with the hots for your stepbrother, I don't like YOU!" George exclaimed loudly "Maybe if you say you don't like me one more time than you'll actually start to believe it!" You snickered to yourself.

"You're so annoying!" it seemed like George had almost given up with his 'bitchy stepsibling who hates the other sibling' trope but he hadn't exactly "Then I think you should do something about it and shut me up huh'?" you knew what you were doing when you spoke to him- what you didn't know was how he'd react.

George leaped at you basically, pushing you onto the floor and straddling your hips. I'm sure he didn't mean for his actions to be so sexual seeing as he still looks to be seething with anger, but you can't lie and say that him holding your wrists above your head now ISN'T somewhat kinky. "George! Let go!!" You tried to wiggle your way out of his grip but he stopped you "You told me to do something!" George smiled down at you victoriously.

After a few seconds of silence you speak up "So. Are you gonna let me up or?" You asked "Nah I'm kinda bored and seeing you struggle on the floor is entertaining me. Besides, what else would I do?" George rolled his eyes "Kiss me." You were quick to say, making George shoot a look of embarrassment and nervousness at you.

"A- A kiss?? Are you serious? That's a terrible idea!!" George was obviously now flustered from your idea, his grip slightly loosening but you didn't think to try and break free. "You're totally right! I bet you're a terrible kisser anyways" You knew it'd break him, "I AM NOT! I'll have you know that Dream says I am an EXCELLENT kisser!" George shouts out "Oh yeah? Your online boyfriend said that?" George grumbles at you "He- He's not my online boyfriend!" he puffs his cheeks out slightly.

"Well. Prove it then. Show me how 'excellent' you are" You say while also using your fingers to do air quotes (doing the best you can considering being tied up.) "Wh- Fine. I'll prove it to you!" George leans in and roughly presses his lips against yours, not even trying to find a rhythm between the two of you as he's already rushing through it. You feel desperation in his kiss. He doesn't say it but he was desperate to be kissing you.

You try to keep at his pace, roughly kissing him back. You use your teeth to gently tug on his bottom lip as you two are kissing, causing George to hesitantly open his mouth. Your tongue pushed inside his mouth to fight for dominance but quickly lost as George shoved his tongue down your throat, the two of you kissing for a while until you pulled away for air.

"So I was pretty good right? Told you" George showed off and gave a smug look "Yeah.. Really good" you hadn't meant to say it out loud but the words had made a blush creep to George's face. "Huh??" he turned his head away bashfully "I- uh- liked it a lot" you were now embarrassed too from what you were saying "Well I didn't! You sucked- you were totally too slow!" George lowered his head so you couldn't see his face.

"Well maybe it would've been easier for me to keep up if you weren't so desperate for my lips" You teased him "WHAT? H- How dare you say that!?" George seemed like he was angry again as his hold on your wrists got tighter. "George-" you croaked "What!? What is it!?" He groaned in annoyance "I want you to kiss me again, please?" It was a little bit pitiful how you were begging for him "now look who's desperate for my lips?"

You closed your eyes and waited for him to finish talking so he could kiss you, him quickly taking the hint and leaning back down to your lips. George listened to what you had said before and tried to take it slower, his eagerness still showing as he was still slightly fast at it. You couldn't help your actions. You really couldn't. Otherwise you wouldn't have done it. Your hips rolled up to meet his, making him gasp into the kiss and pull away gently.

He didn't even have any words for you.

He just stared down at you with an unreadable expression.

You slowly repeated your action, lifting your hips up but he quickly pinned them down. Your hands were now free. Not sure what to do with them, you kept them above your head. "You're such an annoying sibling, so fucking needy and horny, disgusting" George scoffed "You're acting as if you don't constantly take it up the ass by Dream" you laughed but shut up when George's grip on your hands tightened.

"That's it. You wanna act like a bitch? You can treated like a bitch. Take off your clothes now." George moved so he was now seated between your legs on the floor. You hastily started stripping off your clothes, your eagerness to get naked was quite embarrassing but you didn't notice. Your nipples hardened when they felt the air hit them, the air cold from a draft coming through the vent.

George flicked the buds as he saw them. Grinning to himself, his eyes glance up at your face to watch your reaction. You flinch slightly but not from pain, wincing at the sensitivity from them. "You're not that annoying when you don't talk and also obey me" George smiled down at you, making you shiver ever so slightly.

George grabbed at your bottoms, tugging them down and pulling them off. George giggled at your underwear for a moment "What? What're you laughing at!?" you pouted "Nothing, nothing, it's cute.." he snickered to himself once again "I just think it's funny how they're my favorite colour is all, like did you plan this?" George asked.

"No but I always secretly hoped you'd have enough of our bickering and pin me to a wall and fuck me!!" you gasped "Really!?" George's eyes went wide, you were sure that comment probably fueled his ego a whole lot more "No idiot. It's literally just a coincidence."

George sighed sadly before taking your underwear off, his hand dipping down to slowly rub at your wet hole "I'm gonna fuck your sweet hole since you think I like taking it up the ass, okay?" George said it with the cruelest tone but you knew that he was asking for your consent so you nervously nodded your head.

You feel yourself being opened gently as George slips his two fingers inside your hot hole, a lewd squelching sound coming from you as he fingers you. George seems to know what he's doing as he's stretching you open, drawing a soft moan from you "Ah- do you have experience from fingering your ass?" you asked with a playful tone "Wouldn't you like to know perv?" he replied with the same playful voice.

After a few moments you let out a breathy sigh "I think- if you're ready, you can put yourself inside.." You tell him. George tugs his pants down just enough so his cock is free, rubbing the tip on your wetness before sliding himself in finally. It felt like your whole life was now complete that you were finally fucking your stepbrother, the forbidden apple you wanted for so long. Ever since your mom first bought her boyfriend and his son to your home, you had been in love with him.

George thrusted in and out of you "A- hah- Are you sure you're not gonna get tired during this and need me to ride you?" You weren't sure why he was letting you get away with all these snarky comments but you were glad he was. George ignored you and thrusted his hips deeper, skin slapping against skin as he thrusted deep inside of you.

The tip of his cock pressed against just the right parts inside of you, making you now a writhing mess on the floor. "You look so good like this.." George groaned into your ear, his words basically sending you over the edge. George scoffed "It hasn't even been that long! You're super bad at this. Whatever, I'll just grind on your thigh to get off" George rolled his eyes "W- Well next time I'll show you and make sure you cum before me!" you challenge him.

George's eyes glanced up at you with slight curiosity "Next time?"

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Note: This is not proof read and this is unedited. This also was not requested at all, I just had a dream abt George and felt like writing this (the dream was nothing like this fic but whtvr)

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Live In Nanny

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny.

TW: Yandere themes, breeding kink (our villain is ready to make the reader a mommy), dub con

AN: literally just took Hero All Might and flipped him upside down. So baseline form is big buff boi and villain form is lanky but retains the strength.

Single father with a nine month old child, seeking live in nanny services. Negotiable pay. Negotiable time off/vacation days.

Toshinori was impressed with your interview. You had over 8 years of experience working with children between babysitting and working at a day care. Plus Izuku took to you immediately. It was just a bonus that you were easy on the eyes.

You agreed to begin immediately, trying not to let on that you were in desperate need of money and a place to stay. You didn't have much to move in. And, in comparison to the huge room you had been given, it seemed like you owned even less. You figured your new boss must get paid well. His house was huge, the largest you'd ever been in.

Your room was next to baby Izuku's. Settling in to a routine with the baby was easy. You weren't sure exactly what your employer did for a living, his schedule was sporadic, he would be in and out throughout the day. Whenever he was available he would stop by to love on the infant. It was clear that he was doing his best as a single parent, but house keeping wasn't his strong suit. You tried your best to help out with the chores and grocery shopping, after all he was paying you graciously and giving you a roof over your head.

The only bump in the road so far has been getting Toshinori's permission to take the little one on walks through the nearby park. According to the father, errands were one thing but what was the point of going to park? Izuku can't even walk, there wouldn't be any benefit. Eventually you convinced him, after rambling about how good it is for babies to be exposed to different levels of stimulation. You could show Izuku the ducks and dogs, plus he could see all the pretty spring time flowers.

The older man was worried, he feared that his child, and you for that matter, would be targeted by his enemies. Plenty of low life's would love to make a move against the notorious villain. But you wore down his resolve. So long as you would tell him before you went. Thankfully he could play it off as being a bit of a helicopter dad. He always has a spare crony he could send out there to watch over you two.

---

"What are you both doing," your bosses laugh filled the air.

You were in a very flattering position, palms on the floor stretching through your hips, ass hiked up with a tempting arch to your back. Then you pushed yourself forward, giving the giggling baby raspberries before returning to your original position.

"Baby yoga!" You smiled, oblivious to the growing bulge in the villains pants. "Right now we're doing downward facing dog and cobra."

He watched you cycle through the motions, hypnotized by your movements.

You took such good care of him and his baby. Ever since you got here you went above and beyond (very plus ultra of you). You even packed his meals to go when he had to rush off to a job. And you did it all with a smile and his kid bouncing away at your feet. The man allowed his mind to drift to the thought of you with his babies, Izuku on your hip and your round belly ready to pop.

You made an amazing nanny but you would make an even better housewife.

---

It wasn't until a week after Izuku's birthday that you learned about your bosses occupation. You were at the park and a stranger approached you to coo over Izuku.

"Such a little cutie, this is Toshi's kid, right?"

That caught you off guard, how did this person know Toshinori? You knew he was a protective dad and there something about this woman felt off.

"Well, either way, this is for you," she smiled as she passed you a manila envelope. "A little birdie wants you to have it."

You skeptically eyed the parcel as the woman disappeared through the park. You shoved it into Izuku's diaper bag before rushing back home.

You decided to peek into the envelope after settling 'Zuku down for the night. You curled onto the chair in his nursery, using his nightlight too sift through the documents. Various photos of Toshinori, your employer, amongst high profile criminals. Photos of the most terrifying villain among his infamous exploits. And finally a piece of paper with a single web address and access code. This was the most damning piece of evidence, All Might - the villain himself - joking amongst his companions before transforming into the man you knew as Izuku's father. Without this video you would have never even guessed. All Might was known for his unassuming nature, his slender frame concealing his god-like strength. Still he looked terrifying, like make children cry type terrifying. Toshinori on the other hand was massive but his sunny attitude made him approachable. For all these months you had been working for a criminal. A criminal with a child. You had been living with him, laughing and raising a baby, taking care of him and his family. Oh god, your late night fantasies of your boss, a total DILF, were fantasies of a sadistic monster.

The betrayal and shame brought you to tears. You should call the cops. Take Izuku far away from this place, from being exposed to his fathers atrocities. But you were torn, he was a good dad, he always put his son first and provided him with only the best. He would tear the world apart for Izuku even if he had to put a target on your back. You shook as you muffled your cries, trying not to wake the baby you cared so much for. Eventually you wrote yourself out, falling asleep in the nursery.

By the time Toshinori made it home it was close to two in the morning. As usual he tip toed into his sons room, shocked to find you curled up in the rocker asleep. He was quiet, surprisingly more so than in his slender form. As you made his way to wake you he was surprised to see your phone still unlocked, you had fallen to sleep with that video on loop. Underneath your phone was the envelope, he didn't need to look to know what was inside. He hadn’t woken either of you, managing to shut off your phone and pick you up with or so much as a peep. He decided rather quickly that he would wait for you to make the first move. At least in the mean time he could pretend you didn't care about his lifestyle and that you wouldn't try to leave him or his son.

"Toshinori," you mumbled as he was about to settle you into your bed. You were half asleep and groggy from crying.

"Go back to sleep, darling, it's late," he paused to sway with you, just like he did when putting down 'Zuku for a nap. He was shocked that it worked and finally escaped your room. You let him lull you back to sleep, further affirming his belief that you would stay.

---

The next morning you creeped downstairs. Izuku wasn't in his crib, meaning Toshinori was him. You found them both in the kitchen. The sight of the pair would usually warm your body but now shivers radiated down your spine.

"Look who's up, buddy, say good morning," he bounced the child, beaming like the happiest father.

Taking a deep breath you decided to rip off the band aid. "Mr Toshinori, I have to resign."

His pause was so long you wondered if he heard you.

"Did the video upset her that much, Zuzu?"

He looked at you with the same warmth he always did. "There's no need to be formal, you were fine calling me Toshi just the other day. Take a seat, I made pancakes, just like you like'em."

You complied, his unchanged demeanor intimidating you into submission.

"There's no need for you to quit," he started. "Nothing has changed aside from your level of awareness."

"I can't work for you knowing that you hurt people."

At that his smile faltered, "Darling, if you truly felt that way, you wouldn't be here. You would've slipped out early this morning."

You were silent. He was right, in a way. Trapped between what was right and what was best for Izuku. You'd never be able to do anything about your boss's criminal activity, even if you did and All Might was locked away, Izuku would suffer the most.

"Give yourself a few days to adjust, okay? If you still want to quit after that, we can reassess."

There's was a glint in his eyes that hinted he wasn't asking.

---

"I'll be back this evening," Toshinori told you a as he kissed Izuku's forehead. He was uncomfortably close as he returned the baby to your lap. "There's plenty of groceries so you don't need to go out today. I have a coworker out front, so don’t worry if you see someone outside."

"What are they doing?"

He placed a hand on the top of your hair, petting you like some cat.

"He'll just keep an eye on things. I need someone to make sure you stay put."

---

A week flew by with your employer pushing off the discussion of your resignation. He wouldn’t leave you unsupervised so just walking away wasn’t an option, besides could you really leave Izuku?

Then the child came down with some type of bug and was absolutely miserable for several days. You couldn’t get much sleep as a result, even if his father was home for most of the day.

---

Izuku finally fell asleep around three in the morning. You napped beside his crib out of fear he would wake up if you so much as changed positions.

Then you woke in Toshi's arms as he carried you down the hall.

"Where are we going," You whined, anxious to be away from the child.

"I told you to rest, instead I find you in the nursery."

"'Zuku is sick-"

"But he's asleep, there are baby monitors, not that he won't wake the whole city up with his cries. You've been up for nearly two days with him, time for bed."

But he wasn't taking you to your room. Instead he dropped you on to his bed.

"What are you doing?" You snapped.

"I don't need you sneaking back. I can keep an eye on you here. I'll take care of him if he starts crying." He rolled in next to you.

The bed was huge but so was your boss. "Stop wiggling."

"Well I can't get comfortable."

“Fine,” he said and pulled you into him, “now stop it and get some sleep.”

You burned with embarrassment, turning silent after several attempts at protest. Just as you began to drift off, Toshinori's hand moved to beneath your shorts. You shut your eyes, pretending not to notice. He probably didn't even realize what he was doing. Then his fingers grazed the spot where your skin met your panties.

"I know you aren't asleep yet, darling."

You didn't respond, opting to keep up the façade.

"Mmm, are we playing pretend? I don't mind."

You gasped, pushing at his hand, "I'm trying to sleep."

"I can see that," he chuckled. "I'm just helping you wear yourself out. You've been taking such good care of the baby, let me return the favor."

He jerked your hips, pressing you tightly against his bulge.

"You've been such a good mommy."

God the way you could feel your body responding made you hate that he was a villain.

"'M not-" You gasped as he did his fingers into your thighs. "His mom."

"You sure about that? I know how much you care about him. Always rushing to him when he’s cranky, never taking any days off. You make sure he's a happy little baby and you take such good care of his daddy. Isn't that's what mommies do?"

A moan slipped through your lips, "Stop."

"Are you sure? It seems like your having such a good time," he teased, sliding his hand to find your wetness.

Your body jerked involuntarily. He wasted no time tearing off your layers. Your determination quickly fading.

"I'm gonna take such good care of you," he pushed a finger in to your warmth.

You shivered at the sensation. Before you could register his actions there was another digit. He skillfully maneuvered his fingers to prep walls.

"What a tight like cunt," The man cooed. "So perfect and pretty. Just waiting for me to claim."

You gasped as he curled his fingers in you. Tears of pleasure pricking your eyes.

"Atta girl, I think you're ready to take daddy's cock."

You shouldn't be surprised when you saw how absolutely hung your boss is. There was no way the whole thing would fit inside of you.

Without hesitation All Might slowly began to press inside of you. The head of his cock already made it feel like you were tearing.

"Wait wait wait," You cried. "Too big."

He paused, reassuring you, "I know you can do it baby. You're okay."

You shook your head violently.

With a sloppy squelch he withdrew. He disappeared momentarily, give you much need time to breathe. Then he was back and you felt a cool, slick fluid rub against you. He applied a generous amount of lube knowing full well that if he played his cards right you'd happily be his forever.

Regardless there was still a painful pressure as he forced himself deeper.

"You're doing so good, taking me so well."

He was slowly increasing the speed off his hips. All you could manage was incoherent whines as his momentum bounced you back and forth.

"Toshi, Toshi," You panted.

"I don't think so baby girl," he slapped your thigh. "You know what I want to hear."

You couldn't be rational, not when he was pounding into you. All you knew was pleasure in this moment. How could you not give the man what he wanted when he was fucking you dumb.

"Mmm daddy, hurts so good."

"Ah- fuck yeah. I knew you were a little pain slut. You want me to fuck you like a whore and then treat you like my little princess?"

You nodded, gasping for air.

"You've been such a good little mommy, I think you deserve this little treat huh?"

You didn't respond, stubbornly refusing to tell the man what he was desperate to hear.

He shifted to a painfully slow pace as he would pull almost completely out just to slam back into your abused whole.

"And here I thought you wanted to cum, I can always stop here, finish myself later-"

"No! No no no, don't stop."

"Then repeat after me: I'm such a good mommy."

As you stayed silent until he began to move at a snails pace. So close to losing your high.

"O-kay, okay, I-I've been a good mom-mommy," You cried tried to buck against the giant.

And just like that your boss was pushing you back to the edge of an orgasm. You were sobbing from pleasure and frustration.

"I know,” He growled. “Fucking good girl, taking care of our baby while daddy's working. You're gonna look so pretty knocked up. All glowing and swollen. Bet your tits are gonna look so pretty when they get full. Gotta keep you stuffed with my cum so our little boy can have a sibling."

#bnha yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #mha yandere #smut #all might x reader #villain all might #all smite #toshinori yagi x reader

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