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Okay Salem my beloved two options for my req you do whichever scritches the brainrot best 💕

—Reader-insert/Kamukura Despair-era shenanigans (shippy? chaotic? hurt/comfort? angsty? up to you!) (Bonus points for bullying Servant/Nagito /hj)

—A oneshot for any OC you haven’t gotten to talk about (enough) on here :> I know you have an FMAB and a non-Rosalind fangan kiddo in particular; maybe one of those!

ily Salem thank youuuu :D

Jonnie my beloved you give me options but this is for YOU and I know you love Kamukura so I offer Despair-era shenanigans :> It's a rather..... specific idea but I hope it suffices nonetheless! 💕

Towa City—the most fucked-up city in this new fucked-up world.

So why, exactly, are you—a former investigator before everything went to shit—finding yourself heading into this fucked-up city? Easy. You’re chasing a phantom.

Not a literal phantom, of course; you’re tracking an individual who’s popped into and out of your radar for months now, showing up without fail at the preferred locations of every Remnant of Despair. You have a couple of buddies in what remains of the civilian-formed safety corps, and they had the misfortune of running into this phantom while on patrol once.

Their number of squadron members was cut in half that day, and the bastard apparently never lifted more than a finger.

You’re intrigued, of course, but you want to make sure this odd man never causes any more disasters.

And so, you’ve found your way to the newest circle of hell: Towa City.

Based on reports, the bridges connecting it to the mainland have since been destroyed, but that doesn’t stop you from commandeering one of the small motorboats remaining at the docks. Ripples in the water nearby alert you to the fact that your target had the same train of thought. You quickly check your supplies before absolutely hauling ass across the water.

As you approach, you’re greeted by a surprising lack of robotic killing machines. They had been the staple danger of Towa City, and you’d prepared several countermeasures against those beasts, but there’s nothing; not even so much as a single ball-sized bot. It doesn’t sit right with you.

(You don’t notice the long-haired man staring down at you from the bridge’s remaining supports, taking in your confusion.)

Nevertheless, you continue on your way, handgun at the ready just in case. As per your training, you follow every turned stone, every shifted pile of dirt, and every open door to track your target. You can’t help but feel pride at your skill and luck to make it this far, to get so close to this strange person.

(He’s moving too fast ahead of you for you to see him laying out the path.)

You climb flight after flight in this one building, all stones gone, all dirt replaced with concrete. The only thing that guides you now is the echoing footsteps above you, growing ever so steadily fainter.

(He takes care to make noisy steps for a change.)

The sound of a door alerts you to the phantom’s exit. Tenth floor—a penthouse suite, you think. You pursue, ready for another chase… or maybe a fight. After all, no one really knows anything about this person; you could be dealing with the former Ultimate Taekwondo Master for all you know.

(You are. Among other things.)

You’re surprised to see your target standing perfectly still within the living area, back to you as they look out of the window toward the skyline. There’s no indication of hearing your entrance, and it unsettles you once more. Now significantly closer, you can reasonably identify them as male, or at least male-presenting. His long black hair drapes over his back and partially obscures his pristine suit from your view, and it’s almost annoyingly perfect and smooth. He stands tall, posture simultaneously relaxed and proper in an effortless manner.

He’s a bit of a vision, you catch yourself thinking.

Focus.

Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, you take careful steps forward. One hand holds your gun, which is loaded in case of the worst, and the other delicately pulls your singular remaining pair of handcuffs from your belt.

Thirty feet from him. Twenty. Ten. He makes no move to run, no move at all, so you hesitantly holster the gun so you can have both hands at your disposal.

Just as you step within reach, he turns, and you manage to block a knifehand strike with your forearms. It catches you by surprise, but what combat training remains in your head took action just in time to save your ass from being knocked unconscious.

You have only that brief moment to take in his face—chiseled, neutral, objectively handsome. Intense red eyes stare you down, but they’re not angry. They’re not anything.

His head tilts, and after a beat, he opens his mouth to say something.

He doesn’t get the chance.

You manage to grab hold of the hand he’d used to attack you, and one side of the handcuffs is shoved on.

Click.

That’s when he moves, tugging the caught wrist back and attempting to shove you back by the chest, but you’ve got a vice grip on the other cuff.

“Come on,” you growl, keeping still the hand you just caught as you fumble to grab and get the other under control. “Don’t make me use my fucking taser—”

Click.

“AHA! Oh…” You move back just a hair, staring in disbelief at your target’s wrist… and yours.

In the confusion, you’d gotten it half-correct. You’d handcuffed him, all right. Just… to yourself.

Well, shit.

“This is awkward.”

He stares, thoroughly unimpressed. But he makes no move to escape.

“What, can’t you just get out of it?”

Red eyes blink back at you.

“…Thanks for the input.” You sigh. “Dammit, why couldn’t this have just gone the way I’d planned? Fine, let’s just… save both of our prides. I’ve got the key.”

Using your free hand—the right one—you reach into your small utility bag attached to your belt and grab the single steel key from within. Even as you hold it up to show him, your target continues to just stare. It’s unnerving, but at least he isn’t trying to kill you. That’s a first, and a welcome one at that.

However, despite your training and ability to lock and unlock handcuffs blindfolded, the edge of the key catches on a ridge it shouldn’t, and the dumb thing slides out of your hand and onto the floor. You ignore the burning in your cheeks and squat to retrieve it.

Just as you reach for the key, he swiftly kicks it with the toe of his shoe, sending it flying an impressive distance across the floor and under the penthouse’s oven.

You stare in disbelief at where it disappeared. Then you look up at him.

How the fuck is he able to look so smug while still remaining expressionless?

“The hell is your deal?” You push yourself up and waggle your cuffed wrists in front of him. “Unless you know how to get out of handcuffs without a key—which I don’t—then we’re stuck. Is that what you want?”

Blink.

“Or you could just not talk to me. That works.”

God, you wish you still had a team.

“You’re a detective,” he finally says, tone as flat as his expression. “You don’t appear to be related by blood to the Kirigiri line, and the lack of a ring on your hand implies that you are not married.”

The analysis throws you for a loop momentarily as you process it. “The Kirigiris? I mean, I know of them, but no, we’re not related. I’m just a private investigator from Tokyo. I came here to—”

“To track and apprehend me,” your target finishes, “someone you could not figure out. Someone who remained just out of reach. Now you have time to do so, and I will be able to do the same.”

“You make it sound like you planned this.”

He doesn’t refute it.

The sound of approaching vehicle engines alerts you to the presence of someone else outside. It’s faint, given your height at the tenth floor, but you’re still able to classify them as military-grade. Probably those Future Foundation people. You wonder what they’re doing in this city.

…You wonder if they can get you out of the cuffs.

Your target narrows his eyes at you, as if reading your thoughts. “That would be a terrible idea.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“If you surrender to the Future Foundation, it is quite likely that they will consider you an accomplice of mine.”

“Oh please, I’m a licensed detective, they have no reason to distrust me—” Now it’s your turn to blink at him. “Wait, did you say accomplice of yours? Who does that make you, then?”

For once, he hesitates, appearing to mull something over in that strange head of his. Then, he finally says, “I am called Izuru Kamukura, and I am considered to be a part of the Ultimate Despair, who are now the Remnants of Despair with the death of Junko Enoshima.”

It processes for a moment, then you huff a half-laugh. “A lot of uncertainty there.”

“They are facts.”

“Right, right. So the Future Foundation…?”

“Wishes to kill me.”

“Gotcha. And me showing up, handcuffed to you—”

“Would likely end in your own death, or at least imprisonment with suspicion of cooperation with a terrorist.”

“Son of a bitch.” You glare at Kamukura, gesturing vaguely toward the stove. “Then why make me lose the key? Are you just that sadistic?”

That smug little twinkle in his eye comes back. “No. I knew it would be interesting, being locked to the person who’s been following me for two months.” He leans forward into your personal space, dark hair falling to curtain the both of you. “Checkmate, detective.”

Heat rushes over your face once more.

Guess you have no choice but to follow his lead.

‘Interesting,’ without a doubt.

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abuttoncalledsmalls · 4 years

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Take A Giant Step - Chapter 9

Warnings: Alcohol, Language, Sexual Content

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!OC

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Here is Chapter 9! If you would like to be tagged (or un-tagged) in upcoming chapters, please don’t hesitate to let me know. Shout out, as always, to the AMAZINGLY LOVELY @yespolkadotkitty for beta-ing this! Please enjoy. <3

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

The fire sputtered as Frankie added another log to the small fire pit on my patio. As the fresh log began to crackle, small embers danced in the late August night sky. It was almost as if they were celebrating the sweet absurdity of our backyard camping trip.

“I’m sorry that we can’t have an actual bonfire out here,” I apologized. “But the homeowner’s association is kind of a bastard about that sort of thing.”

Frankie smiled at me. “This works just as well. A true outdoorsman knows how to adapt to any situation.”

I rose from my chair and went over to curl up on my boyfriend’s lap. “You are very good at adapting.” I kissed the dimple on his right cheek. Without looking, I knew that he was blushing. He would always get a little flustered when I’d give that small dent any affection.

It felt glorious to just sit in my backyard and unwind with the man I cared most about. We’d both had quite the week. Covering for Jeff at work proved to be more involved than I had anticipated. I was constantly on the phone either rescheduling meetings, answering questions from the company, or talking with board members. Of course, I was also checking in frequently with him via text. He wasn’t as upset as he had been that Wednesday, but he wasn’t completely back to his normal self either. Which was to be expected.

While I was being both Jeff and Maggie at work, Frankie kept busy with carpentry and handyman work. As the summer was winding down, folks wanted to get a head start on home renovations for the upcoming holidays. In that single week he had three requests to reface kitchen cabinets, a shelf installation, a door installation, and four custom carpentry projects. In addition, he was also able to make his Monday meeting, spend time with his friend Milton, and deal with my shenanigans. Frankie never made a complaint once. He was hands-down the hardest working man I knew.

“Do you think the rain will hold off until tomorrow? The weatherman said we may see something tonight,” I casually brought up.

“I think we’ll be okay. Even if it does, I set up our tent so it won’t be a problem.”

“Mmm, is that so? Did you try it out yourself, Mr. Morales?” I gave him a smirk.

He looked vaguely offended at my questioning. “Who’s the one who’s been camping, Maggie May? I think I know how to pitch a tent correctly.”

I giggled. “Oh you do, Francisco. I’ve seen and felt your handiwork as recently as a few nights ago. I have to say that I’m a fan.”

He rolled his dark eyes at me. “I walked right into that.”

“You did and I adore you for it. But are you sure that will protect us from the rain,” I asked while pointing to the olive green tent.

“Yes. Do you want to check it out yourself?”

“I’d like it better if we investigated it together.”

“I know it’s good. I put it up myself!”

I slowly got up out of Frankie’s lap and rose to my feet. Leaning down ever so slightly to meet his eyes, I went in for a kiss. As I pulled away, I grabbed his Standard Oil baseball cap from his head and dashed into the tent. The entire time I giggled wildly.

“You’re in for it now, Maggie May!” Within seconds he had joined me in the tent. He tried to grab me, but I managed to crawl on top of him. As I straddled him, I put on his cap and turned it backwards.

“Do I pull this hat off as well as you? I know I don’t have your sexy beard, strong jawline, perfect nose, lovely cheekbones, or illustrious head of curls.” I kissed each feature as I listed them off.

“All true, but you look so much better than I do in it. You’re so fucking adorable - with your sweet smile, your soft lips, and your sparkling eyes. All I want to do is protect and take care of you.”

Frankie wrapped his arms around my hips. He began kissing my neck - starting with gentle kisses and then escalating to harder love bites. It felt divine. I was looking forward to the next day when I would be able to see the small purplish marks. Little signals letting others know that I was his. A sigh left my lips. I moved in to meet his mouth When our lips joined, my tongue found its way into his mouth. He tasted like Bud Light and marshmallows from the s’mores we had earlier. His hands moved from my hips up to my waist.

“Maggie?”

“Yes, baby?” I continued to kiss his face and neck as I waited for his question. If he was a river, then I was Tantalus - completely surrounded by him, but unable to get my fill.

“Can I…” his hands moved slowly up my body, just shy of my breasts. His large cocoa eyes were blown out with lust and begging for permission to touch me. I removed his large hands from me. Bringing his left hand to my lips, I kissed the small target tattoo on his purlicue. I looked into his eyes as I moved his hands onto my chest.

“Yes.”

He gave my tits a gentle squeeze and I thought I was going to die from pleasure. A moan escaped my lips. Frankie gave them another small squeeze, his movements sure and capable

“Francisco, you are amazing. No one has ever made me feel this good.”

He began to whimper quietly while still kissing my neck and shoulders. I could feel his hardened cock through his jeans, straining for release. Instinctively, I started to roll my hips and dragged my dripping sex over him. I didn’t care that the crotch of my thin cotton shorts would be drenched with my desire. I only cared about Frankie and exploring the wonders of his body at that moment. His whimpers gave way to low moans. Our lips came crashing together with our tongues reacquainting themselves.

“More,” I whined as I moved his hands under my shirt. His eyes widened when he felt skin and no bra.

“Au natural?”

“Just for you.” His fingers teased my nipples and all reason had swiftly left my brain. I needed him. Right then and there. I did not care that our first time would be in a tent in my backyard. I desperately needed this man to claim me and make me scream his name at the top of my lungs. Neighbors and sound ordinances be damned. My desire to be taken by this man was overwhelming.

“Baby, you’re wet.” His husky voice had a hint of surprise in it.

“I know. Maybe you can help me.” My hand went down to his waist with the intent of unbuckling his belt. He stopped me, grabbing my wrists.

“Oh shit. The tent’s leaking. We need to move inside.”

“What?”

“It’s raining, Maggie May. Hop up.” I got up off of Frankie and crawled out of the tent. The fire was already extinguished, thanks to the rain. Once he was out of the tent, we ran into my house through the backdoor. We had made it in just in time as the heavy downpour began.

“I guess that was Mother Nature’s way of saying things were heating up a little too much.” Frankie smiled at his pun.

“Yeah. Nothing to dampen the mood like a cold shower.” I shook my head. “I’ll get us some towels.”

I quickly went to the linen closet to get two towels. When I returned, I found Frankie in the kitchen opening up a beer. He thanked me as I handed him a towel.

“Honey?”

“Yes, Frankie?”

“I know things went a bit further than they have when we were in the tent.”

“Uh-huh… Did I do something wrong? Did you not like it?” I bit my lower lip.

“No! It was wonderful and you were amazing. I just want to wait a little longer before we have sex. I care about you so much and I want to make sure that our first time together is special.”

“We’ll be together - that automatically makes it special.” I moved in, wrapped my arms around him, and gave him a kiss.

He exhaled contentedly.

“I guess this means we aren’t sleeping under the stars tonight. I’m sorry.”

Frankie wore a mixed look of regret and disappointment on his face.

“Do you remember what you told me earlier this evening? About being adaptable,” I asked. He nodded. “Well, I need you to close your eyes.”

“What are you up to?”

“Just do it, Frankie. It’s a surprise.”

He shot me a look of suspicion before he closed his eyes. I took his hands and led him upstairs to my home office.

“You said earlier that a true outdoorsman is adaptable. So when I heard there was a chance of rain tonight, I decided to bring the stars in for us. Just in case.” Frankie opened his eyes to find the walls of the office covered in star, moon, and planet stickers. Their soft neon green glow radiated enough light to show the sleeping bag that I placed in the center of the room. He chuckled.

“We can still snuggle and sleep under the stars together. I hope this is an acceptable substitute.”

“It sure is, Maggie May.”

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