How to Hide a Body (doppio x killer!gn!reader)

-(good ending)-

its safe to say i got concerned when lampone started to attack him with his toy knife-- and by concerned, i mean very proud. 

"hey, can i watch barbie with you both as well?" doppio grinned, emerging from the fort like some little goblin crawling out of his cave. 

"nope, not unless you give me-" cadavere looked up at me for a moment, then back at his father. "not unless you give us hot chocolate!"

"my, you're quite demanding... i wonder who that reminds me of?"

i couldn't help but shoot a cold glare at doppio.

"fine. lampone, you go get the movie on, and i'll go help your dad with the drinks, got it?" i ruffled his messy rose hair, which doppio insisted on keeping long.

"hey, dont you use my real name! i could get caught!"

"oh- right! sorry, cadavere vivente!"

"yeah, you're lucky i like you, else you'd be bye-bye!"

"sure, i'd totally be bye-bye. thank you for your kindness, oh sinister one."

i watched his tiny ass run inside my bedroom and eagerly start searching for the remote, letting out a little laugh when he hopped onto the bed and immediately fell off. soon, i noticed doppio had appeared at my side, leaning on my shoulder with my hand intertwined with his. 

"...let's make another." i heard him whisper.

"absolutely not."

"c'mon! pretty please!"

"no. not in a million years."

"then... what about in a million-and-one?"

as much as i tried to keep a straight face, i couldn't help but burst into giggles the moment he gave me his signature smile, jumping into a tight hug and peppering kisses all along my face-- or really, anywhere he could reach.

"fine, in a million-and-one years, we can have another kid." i laughed, giving his forehead a quick peck before dragging him to the kitchen. "for now, let's focus on this hot chocolate."

making hot chocolate was as easy as cake, and by that, i mean it took forever. i was about ready to throw doppio out the window when he decided to try and sneak his hands into my pants for the fifth time.

"hey, pinkie, hands off while im working." i huffed, chuckling under my breath.

"hm? i have no clue what you're talking about... im just standing here, no big deal."

but he was, in fact, not standing just standing there, and he knew such when he decided to slip his fingers beneath my underwear. what an ass.

"doppio, i have hot drinks in my hands--"
"then i guess you shouldn't do anything to spill them, right?"

sitting down both steaming mugs while trying not to lose my cool, i placed both palms on the counter and counted to ten, hoping that by doing exactly as my therapist taught me, i wont get the urge to-

"hm, i don't hear you complaining anymore-"
"get your hands out of my pants right now."
"but i refuse."
"refuse one more time motherfucker and i'll have you pinned to my bed by the end of this, you hear me?"

"oh," he muttered, fingers grazing right above my crotch, "now i really dont want to."

"you're pushing your luck, vinegar, i might just have to-"

"papa, mommy/daddy, hurry up!" a light voice called from the hallway, doppios hands immediately flying out of my sweatpants.

"we're coming, one second!" he called, reaching past me to snatch the steaming mugs and leaving me worse than bothered.