#drawing hooked noses from the front is killing me...

[sioome]

Dottore sketch bc he really speaks to me rn

I can't belive hes totally 100% deffinetly.... going to be playable/s

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Request: Tangerine and reader who struggles with insomnia, please? 🥹❤️ (literally writing this at like 4.30 in the morning and I’m not even tired yet, omg)

Ey, maybe like sleep issues in general? Like also with nightmares, sleep paralysis etc?

okay I love this so so much!!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 also hope this can be of help to you xx

COUNTRY LANES.

tangerine x fem!reader — fluff

word count. 599

Usually, you would find the soft, steady snores of your lover beside you comforting. But not right now.

It's way past three, and you were still struggling to sleep. Endless tossing and turning, growing more and more frustrated as the minutes pass you by. You envied Tangerine's ease and ability to settle down for the night.

And even in sleep, he still sought you under the covers - arm reaching for your middle to pull you closer. You should've found the act sweet, endearing even. But you were far too agitated to be held right now, the weight of his arm feeling suffocating. So you slip from his grasp, trying not to wake him.

"You okay?" he whispers, voice thick from hours of sleep. "Where you going?" he asks, head lifting from the pillow, watching you sit at the edge of the bed - your back to him. He follows suit, sitting up slowly, hand reaching for you. "Can't sleep?"

You exhale, exasperated. "No," you reply, speaking quietly.

He scooches closer, moving across the bed. "What can I do?" he asks, running a palm down your spine, stroking you soothingly. He itches closer and presses a kiss into the back of your shoulder. "How can I help?"

"I don't know," you shrug and squeeze the bridge of your nose. "My head's killing me, and I just can't sleep."

"Okay, alright," he hums, fingers drawing circles on your back.

He continues with light kisses on your shoulder - doing everything he can to distract you while he thinks of a solution. And then he stands from the bed and makes his way over to the wardrobe, pulling out two of his hoodies - putting one over his head, giving the other to you. 

"Put that on. Got an idea," Tangerine says, throwing on a pair of lounge shorts, handing you something else of his to wear - his pyjama bottoms.

You dress in the clothes he gave you, unsure of what he had planned but going along with it nonetheless. 

He leads you down the stairs and to the front door, where he now hands you a pair of shoes - it was like he was taking the lead and doing all the thinking for you, saving you a further headache. He grabs his car keys from the hook and opens the door, nodding for you to follow - doing everything silently and calmly. 

He guides you to his car out front, opening the passenger door for you and then getting in on his side - grabbing a blanket from the boot before doing so. "Buckled in?" he asks, handing you the blanket. He then slots his keys into the ignition and starts the car. 

You hum softly, turning to face him. "Where we going?"

He places a hand on the back of your headrest, his head turning behind to reverse from his spot. "For a drive around," he speaks casually, rolling backwards down the stoned driveway. 

"You don't have to do this. I can just watch TV or something," you offer, feeling guilty for interrupting his sleep. 

His hand reaches for yours, fingers weaving into you as he brings it to his face, pressing a kiss into the back of it. "Don't worry about it. Just close your eyes, yeah?" he dismisses, placing your hand back into your lap - tucking it under the blanket. 

And as he drives off the property gate and onto the road, you feel your eyes finally grow heavy - the soft bumps on the country lanes slowly but surely nudging you towards sleep.

[sawyerslvt]

Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 1)

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Completed series :)  This is the first episode of my 8 part series. I hope you enjoy it, I really enjoyed writing this <3 Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you.  Word count: 2,709 Warnings: MDNI, corpse, kidnapping, controlling behavior

You feel like you got hit by a truck. Your brain felt like it was gonna beat out of your head and your vision was all blurry. You’re trying to grasp at any memory of what had you in this state. Once your vision starts getting back to normal, you realize you're in an unfamiliar place. It's not until now that you also realize you're hanging from a hook to the ceiling. You try to move but feel a stinging pain from your wrists. They were numb until you moved them and now you had gained another painful sensation you had to deal with- in addition to your head. 

You shut your eyes hard and try to remember… remember the night before. But you can't think of anything. You continue to think until your thoughts get interrupted by what sounds like a heavy sliding door slide open. You start panicking and you debate whether or not to scream for help. You chose to stay still, pretending to be knocked out until you get a glimpse of who it is. It wouldn't be wise to scream, drawing attention to you.

Heavy footsteps head towards you and your heart’s beating faster, your adrenaline wanting to kick in and scream bloody murder, but you hold back. The footsteps get louder until they stop right in front of you. The man grabs your chin to have you face him. You couldn't help but flinch when he first touched you. Your attempts at remaining ‘passed out’ failed as the man definitely felt you jitter. “open your eyes or i'll scoop them out of your head”. he demanded with a low and monotone voice. You carefully open your eyes so as to not upset him further and you look down on this man standing in front of you. He was big, too big and any thoughts of fighting your way out was abolished. He gave you a smirk seeing your terrified expression clearly holding back tears. “Relax darlin’ i'm just messing with ya’... that's not really my style”.

Your head is still killing you but he looked familiar and there was no doubt he was the one responsible for putting you in this god awful place. Your senses are slowly coming back to you and you feel the stench of, what could only be described as, iron, filling your nose. Looking around, you see dead pigs gutted and hung on the wall. You realize you're in a cold room, the chills didn't hit you until that very moment. Until you saw something that made your stomach turn in the worst way imaginable. On the butchering table there was a whole dead body of a human. You could barely make out that it was a woman, she was skinned all over and you immediately looked away, letting a small noise of disgust escape your mouth as you turned the other direction and winced. 

The severity of the situation hits you harder than before and you see your life flash before your eyes. You were next. You knew it. He was here. He IS here. “Listen, i don't mean to scare you but you know… there is no polite way of doing this”. He seems amused by the sheer terror on your face after seeing the dead body and realizing you're next. “Please sir, what do you want?” you look down and shut your eyelids, letting a tear fall from your eyes. You know these are your last moments. 

Before letting him answer you felt a small surge of energy flowing through you like a last fighting chance to live “i'll do anything, please don't kill me!” He looks at you tilting his head like he was studying you, you know that he’s probably heard it a million times. “I'll do anything”, you repeat it to emphasize how you really meant it. He just stares at you, listening to your defeated cries. You take this moment to study him back and you finally realize where you recognize this man from. 

You had gotten all dolled up to go to a bar. You flirted with this man that ended up taking you to his car. Before you knew it you were knocked into the ground. Fading in and out of consciousness, you remember glimpses of him holding onto the steering wheel with one hand, and smoking a cigarette with the other. You remember seeing far stretches of empty land outside the window and every now and then he would look at you and smirk, like he was proud of his catch. “I met you at the bar” you mumble, your head aching from all the thinking you had to do to unfold these revelations. “Correct” he says simply, verifying your vague memories. 

“Please, i'll do anything” you repeat for the third time, it seemed to, at the very least, make him think, buying you more time left on this earth. He finally acknowledges your statement. “Tell me darlin’ what value could you provide for me?” Even though you asked for it, you didn't expect him to entertain your offer seriously. You gather all information available to you and come to the obvious conclusion… “I can help you lure in other victims, and in exchange, you spare my life.” he lets out a chuckle. “What makes you think I need help luring in victims? I did a pretty good job catching you.” He has a point. You thought to yourself for a second… “...but… I can lure in men.” you whisper, not being very confident with your answer.  

You weren't sure if it was gonna work. You felt like you were playing chess with the devil. You see him contemplate your offer and you start to see some light at the end of the tunnel. “You make it hard denying you darlin’. I have no doubts you have no issue catching the attention of men. But how do i know you wont run off or call for help” You make a risky play that could very well hit- as it could miss “you’ll just have to keep an eye on me, won't you? you didn't seem to have an issue with that back at the bar” your voice was careful but suggestive. He couldn't keep his eyes off you earlier, licking his lips and undressing you with his eyes. This was a good soft spot to hit in order to get on his good side, your sex appeal never fails. “You got my hands tied sweetheart. Ain't no denyin’”. He cuts open the rope around your ankles, puts a cloth sack over your head and unhooks you from the ceiling. “Checkmate” you proudly muttered to yourself. 

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Your captor grabs you firmly by the arm and yanks you up the stairs and into, what you assume, the car from earlier. He pushes you into the car, giving you some time to adjust. “Don't you dare pull some sneaky shit or I won't hesitate to slit your throat” he slams the passenger side door shut, he walks around to the other side and you hear the driver's door open. You feel the car rumble into motion and take off. 

With the cloth sack still over your head, you felt trapped. How was this actually gonna pan out? You thought it was best to gain his trust by talking to him. All things considered, he's been nice… he could've killed you but strangely chooses to spare you… you couldn't figure out why. Is this a part of his game? Is he bringing me to another location to finish the job? Your mind is making up all sorts of scenarios trying to make sense of this monster. “It's kind of dark in here” you try to make light of the situation… no pun intended. "Oh? and what do you suggest?” you couldn't see him but you could hear him smiling while asking his question. “We could start by taking off the sack, maybe?” you're still cautious with your words, afraid he’ll snap but you’re growing more confident, as you truly believe he won't kill you, at least not yet. “That way, I get to talk to you face to face” you try moving around in your seat, arching your back to get more comfortable. You let little moans escape your mouth, trying to influence his decision. You hear him let out a defeated sigh. 

You feel the sack slide off your head, ruffling up your hair in the process. You get blinded due to the pitch blackness you were in seconds ago. You squint your eyes and look over to the man. You can't believe the man that swept you off your feet with his charm last night, is the same man who has you tied up in his truck, while forcing you to help catch more victims. It felt surreal, how did I even get in this situation? stuff like this only happened in movies or books. 

“You’re awfully quiet, I thought you wanted ‘face to face’”. He says playfully while taking glances at you then back at the road. “Well I can hardly see. You made my hair get all messy!”. You keep nodding and bowing your head trying to gesture for him to fix it, since your hands were tied behind your back. 

He lets out a quick chuckle and starts flattening your hair with his right hand. He stays looking at the road and avoids eye contact for the most part. You, on the other hand, are looking straight at him, still trying to figure this man out. Why was he doing this? It didn't make sense. You felt like a little kitten being pet by their owner. 

When he felt that he was done and that you looked presentable, you expected him to put his hand back on the steering wheel and ignore you for the rest of the ride. Instead, he grabbed your face with the same hand that was brushing your hair. He made sure to squeeze a little, forcing a pouty expression onto your face. “You look beautiful darlin’”. You were shocked by the suddenness of it all but couldn't help but blush at his words. You couldn't talk with him still holding you but you managed to mutter something along the lines of “mmthankmmyu”. It was pretty incoherent but before he let go of your face he continued, “whatever boy you manage to lure, I don't want him touching you alright?”. 

Even though this little song and dance is about power and control, you felt butterflies form between your legs, making you shut your thighs to get a hold of them. You've always found it attractive for men to take control, even when it could be seen as toxic. In this case ‘toxic’ wouldn't even begin to cover what this man was. You nod in submission, you thought it would make it a little harder to forbid the victim from touching you, but not impossible.

He lets go of your face and takes a glance down to your lips. You catch him and it was as if he didn't want you to by the way he quickly turned his head back to the road, but you didn't think much of it. “We’re almost there, turn around for me” you weren't sure what it meant but you faced the window, making your back face him. You try your best to peek behind you to see what he's about to do next. He pulls out his knife and you feel the rope that previously held your wrists together, slice open. 

You take turns rubbing your wrists on each hand, they’re numb from how tight they were tied together. “Thank you” you muttered to him, looking down to show gratitude. He gives you a quick nod as a non-verbal ‘you're welcome’. 

For the first time you drew your attention to the outside of your window. The sun was setting, it was not quite pitch black yet, but in an hour or so it would be. The sky was clear and you thought about how beautiful the stars would look on a cloud free evening such as this. You came to realize, you didn't remember his name.

You turn your attention back to the stranger, “I don't remember your name.” you look at him with a puzzled expression and a raised eyebrow, because surely he had told you back at the bar. “Why do you need my name, I don't know yours”. He was staring you right in the eyes, as if he was hinting towards him wanting to know my name. “My name is Mikaela, your turn.” you feel proud over this small interaction you've managed to gather with this killer. It made him seem almost human again, like when you first met him. “Pretty name for a pretty girl. Name’s Johnny”. He gives you a small smirk. "Handsome name for a handsome man”.

You cover your mouth with your left hand holding back a giggle, like a schoolgirl who just told her crush she liked him. His smirk grows bigger and he locks eyes with you. He puts his hand on your left thigh and gives you a gentle squeeze. You hold his eye contact for a couple of seconds until you cover your face with both your hands to hide your hard blushing. This man was good at making the butterflies go crazy. His gaze alone made your stomach twirl and his hands traveling across your body was sure to leave a pool between your legs. 

You feel the car slow down and you take a look around. The window no longer greeted you with far stretches of empty desert, but instead there were town roads, buildings, boutiques and lights. “We’re here” he snapped back into the low, husky monotone personality his voice had. And just like that you were pulled back into the reality that is your life. You needed to fight to find another man to take your place in that cold room, you couldn't let Johnny down, or he would deal with you the same way he dealt with that woman on the butchering table. 

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Johnny gets out of his car and walks over to your side, opening the door for you. “How polite, thank you sir” you tease him, getting really addicted to his facial expressions whenever you would confidently flirt with him. It was an amused expression, one that encouraged your behavior, and whatever keeps you alive longer, you'll continue doing.

Johnny closes the car door behind you and he pushes you somewhat roughly against the car. This was the first time you were standing this close to him and you took notice of how tall he was compared to you, you truly felt like a little bunny getting preyed on by a lion. He was so close you could feel the warmth of his body bouncing off yours. His scent filled your nose, it was a masculine and but perfectly balanced perfume. A small string of his slick, black hair was falling down over his forehead. His heavy breathing, making it sway back and forth. 

He looks down to you, and somehow gets even closer than before, “you remember what i told you in the car?” his right hand was pressing your shoulder into the metal surface behind you and the other was placed on the surface to trap you between his arms. You look up at his narrowed eyes. If looks could kill, you'd be dead on the floor right now. You nod while maintaining eye contact “yes Johnny, no touching” you felt like you were in trouble already, yet you haven't even stepped foot in the bar. “good girl, i will keep a close eye on you”. He removes his hand from your shoulder and once again, cups your face. “When we get in this bar, I'll need you to find someone quick. Once you bring him outside, I'll take over, sound good?” He steps back letting the cool air replace his warmth. He gestures with his head to follow behind him, and you do as he suggests. 

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[callmegaith]

I don't blog enough about games on here so here's some stuff I've been playing lately

Bunhouse:

4.2/5

Very fun game where you play as a rabbit and you do gardening. That's it. Simple concept.

You can change your rabbit any time with a press of a button and this game can be played in co-op. Is it the best gardening game ever? Probably not but I fuckin love it and it gets extra points for letting me play as a rabbit.

Cult of the Lamb:

4.0/5

I beat this game and it was super charming. I love the color pallets and I love the animal designs. Combat got kinda boring after a while tho and once you start racking up a lot of Devotion dungeons seem kinda pointless cuz u get venders who can just sell u the items u need. Managing your cult was more fun than the dungeon part

Car Mechanic Simulator 2021:

4.8/5

Uuuuh probably my current obsession. I fucking love this game. I got car mechanic simulator 2018 for free on EPIC and got hooked on that so decided to get this one despite it being basically the same game but better

I also love building cars in this game it's super relaxing. You take everything at your own pace and GOD, THATS GOOD. No stress, a totally relaxing game about fixing cars and that's it. I got pretty into picking up junk cars from the junkyard, renovating, and selling them for higher.

Also I love using this game for car references!! I'm defo gonna be using it to draw Mills with some cool cars 😎

Sorry, we're closed

???/5

As u can see by my playtime. I haven't played this game much but....... It's very disappointing. I don't find myself excited to open it up and play more. If anything I feel like getting through it is gonna be a chore and a half. People sold me on this game as "Killer7 meets Silent Hill"

When I picked up killer7 I couldn't put it down it got me hooked instantly. This game? Did not. The writing is extremely on the nose and cheesy and the characters feel a little.... Stereotypical. The world itself is interesting but the characters are not. The designs are good tho and the art is gorgeous which is probably the aspect that's gonna make me come back

Also to ppl saying this game is "Killer7 but gay" I'm sorry you didn't understand the complexity of relationships in Killer7. Subtle this game is not. I did not enjoy how hard it's going with its themes rather than rely on being subtle and weird. I honestly expected Disco Elysium level of poetry but oh well :/

Also gun play does not feel even as half as good as Killer7. Your third eye range in this game is so pathetic enemies need to be right on you for you to be able to see their weak spots and hit them which MAKES GUNS POINTLESS IF I NEED THE ENEMIES TO BE 2 FEET IN FRONT OF ME TO SHOOT THEM GOOD. You can stun them but the stun is so fucking pathetic by the time u aim for their weak spots they'd already be out of it and attacking you. Tell me it's a skill issue I do not care. I did not enjoy how this game plays and if u needed enemies to be this close to hit them in Killer7 you'd be fucking dead.

Don't get me wrong. This is not a bad game, not by any means. It's just not doing it for ME.

Atlas Fallen

???/5

Only reason I'm not rating it is I haven't finished it but if I wanna give it an early rating I'd say 4.0/5

Snappy fast paced combat IS MY SHIIIIT. This is the sort of combat I love in video games!! This game had me hooked on its story instantly too. It was engaging from the prologue and I'm still looking forward to uncovering more of the story.

Character customization is lacking but I made a character I like enough c:

Very fun game that's all about kicking ass hard and fast, parrying, dodging, and killing cool monsters AND ALSO SLIDING ON THE SAND. Very very fun game with fun ways to traverse the open world. Looking forward to playing more. Though if you compare it to other games in the genre, this game doesn't really give you anything new. It's not gonna be a brand new earth shattering experience. It's mid. But that doesn't mean it can't be fun. Having a good time with this one

[patchworkorphan]

The Hero and the Infant: Part Three

Read part one here

Continued from here

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Hero threw their arms wide as they strut onto the roof in a gesture of questioning: “hey! What the fuck are ya doing?”

That got Villain’s attention. Violet eyes snapped to theirs, floating a couple metres off the roof. Out of reach for Hero.

“Silent treatment? Really? You just tried to kill a kid, Villain.”

“Superhero’s new sidekick. I did warn them about the mortality rate of such a job before I dropped them,” Villain said with a shrug. Hero looked back over their shoulder at the sound of the roof door opening and Sidekick stepping out, fury winding all of their limbs tight.

“See?” Villain said, getting Hero’s attention again. The Villain’s hand was spread to Sidekick’s appearance. “They’re fine!”

Hero rolled their eyes, scoffing. “Is that supposed to be a justification for attempted murder?”

Hero felt the strong invisible hand wrap around them and yank them up into the air straight into Villain’s awaiting arms.

“Maybe I just don’t like the company they keep,” said Villain, grabbing Hero by the lapels of their duster and pulling them close.

Villain’s nose crinkled up as they said: “you smell like whiskey and cigarettes.”

“It was never a problem before. In fact, I think I remember you enjoying the smell at one point,” said Hero with their dashing smile reserved for only Villain.

“Why are you running around with Superhero’s new scapegoat?”

“Why are you disturbing these good people just trying to do their jobs?” Hero shot back.

“I am a Villain, my dear. It is what we do.”

“And I am a hero, at your every public beck and call. To make sure you don’t do irrevocable damage. Such as killing a child,” Hero admonished and yelped as they felt Villain’s power vanish from under them and they were falling.

Villain held them with one hand over the precipice in their usual showmanship of power. Hero narrowed their eyes and shifted their weight, so they were almost a perfect 45-degree angle to the ground thirteen stories below.

A challenge coated their words as they spread their arms wide, “if you want to kill anyone Villain, do us both a favour and kill me.”

Villain searched Hero’s face for any weakness. Any sign that they were lying and found none. The next thing Hero knows wind is whistling through their ears, stopping only when their back cracks off brickwork and they crumbled to the ground hands catching themselves on the ground, gasping for the air that was wrenched from their lungs.

“Hero!” Sidekick yelled in surprise from the opposite roof.

Hero barely had time to force themselves to stand again before Villain was in front of them, fist bunching in the collar of their shirt. Villain threw a solid left hook. Hero countered, taking the brunt on their forearm before an invisible hand grabbed Hero’s wrist yanking it above their head and keeping it there. Hero’s toes barely scraping the roof below them.

“No fair,” said Hero with a grunt, levelling Villain with a knowing scorn.

Villain’s smile was more of a snarl as they said: “when have I ever played fair?”

Hero threw their other hand out, but Villain caught it and slammed it back against the brick wall, drawing another grunt from Hero. Villain stepped in close, close enough that Hero felt Villain’s breath on their face as those violet eyes peered down at Hero, tightening their grip on Hero’s wrist.

“You look good, Vil,” said Hero softly. “What happened that made you rage against these innocent people today, hmm?”

Villain’s free hand settled on Hero’s cheek and Hero leaned into the touch. “I don’t need a reason.”

“We both know you’re not like that,” Hero said, smiling sadly.

Suddenly Hero was released, and they dropped to their feet, knees bent. Villain was recoiling to the side, hand on their cheek as a once invisible Sidekick became visible again.

“You alright?” Sidekick asked as Hero straightened and nodded.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“You looked like you needed help,” Sidekick said, a little breathless and Hero searched the opposite roof wondering how Sidekick had got there so fast but didn’t question it. They could ask later.

Hero fixed their jacket, rolling their neck as Villain’s gaze turned to face the pair. “I had it handled.”

“Sure, you did,” and Sidekick was invisible again. Villain’s eyes burned like the cold fires of hell down at Hero and Hero shrugged with a smirk.

“Kid’s annoying,” said Hero. “But sure, what can you do?”

“Drop them off a building again. Maybe it will work this time.”

“Probably not,” Hero said with a flash of their teeth. “Not as long as I’m here.”

“Well then perhaps I will force you to watch,” said Villain as they shot their hand out. Hero sucked in a breath and felt the pop in their ears as they reappeared behind Villain. They whistled and Villain turned. Hero threw a punch which Villain caught, clenching their hand down around Hero’s fist and stepping forward, pushing Hero back. “You always did think I relied too much on my power.”

“Eh,” Hero shrugged with tired eyes. “It’s an off day.”

Villain’s eyes narrowed, their tone dipping dangerous as they turned Hero’s arm. “Maybe you should have answered my texts then and we could have arranged this on a non-drinking day for you.”

“Come on, Vil. You know me better,” Hero said with a toothy grin. “They are no non-drinking days.”

Villain pulled Hero in and brought a sharp knee to Hero’s stomach. Hero gasped, as Villain leaned in. “We’ll sober you up yet. Just like our academy days, huh Hero?”

The comment had barely registered when Villain squeezed Hero’s fist with their hand, their force backed by Villain’s unfair power.

“No wait, Villain—” Hero protested just before there was a resounding crack over the roof. Hero screamed bloody murder as Villain kicked them back, and unable to catch themselves, Hero stumbled back and fell, their head hitting off the stone roof. White spots burst behind their vision as Hero shuffled back on their good arm. “Motherfucker!”

Hero looked down at their hand, their index and middle finger bent backwards. A deep purple and black colouring the battered flesh. They had to get off the ground. Hero sucked in a sharp breath closing their eyes. Then a boot came to their chin and Hero cursed as their world rocked and their head hit the ground again.

A headache was already forming, and Hero just wanted to lie on the ground and give up then and there. Then he thought of Sidekick who would no doubt lecture them which would only make their headache worse. A rock and a hard place, headache, or worse headache. Before they could decide, Villain stomped on Hero’s ribs, and Hero’s eyes shot open. Their good hand pushing at Villain’s ankle to alleviate the pressure.

“No popping out if your brain’s clouded with pain, ain’t that right Hero?”

“Normal people just say: I missed you,” Hero hissed, they let out a harsh cough. “They don’t try and kill you.”

“What can I say? I’m not normal people,” said Villain with a smile of their own. Then their hand shot out on instinct and Sidekick reappeared two feet away, gasping on no air. Their hands went to their throat with wide eyes. Hero sat up suddenly, but Villain just put more pressure on their leg keeping Hero pinned. “No. No. Don’t get up. Stay.”

“Let them go, Villain!” Hero cried. Sidekick dropped to their knees, face going purple as they choked on nothing, hands clawing desperately at their throat.

Villain tilted their head at Sidekick’s struggles. Hero reached their hand into their pocket, taking out their lighter. “It’s not every day I don’t kill someone first try. The last, and not to blow my own trumpet, but only time that happened Sidekick was with…” Villain turned back to Hero. “Well, was you, dearest.”

Hero shot their hand out, setting fire to Villain’s trouser leg that was currently weighing on Hero’s ribs. Villain gasped, concentration broken, stepping back and Sidekick sucked in a lungful of air. Hero looked at Villain.

“I’ll be back,” they said to Villain as they lunged for Sidekick’s arm, hand clamping around their wrist. Hero closed their eyes, sucking in a breath.

Then pop.

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[bookwormscififan]

Benefits of Owning A Bar

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A/N: The spicy PhantomHero POV of 'He Gives Me Fever'. Phantom's a sucker for Jackie in a waistcoat.

Warnings: Smut.

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“Why do I have to wear a waistcoat?” Jackie grumbled as he buttoned up his shirt, leaving the bathroom to see Phantom sitting on the bed in his signature waistcoat and button down.

“Because it’s jazz night at the bar, and I want all the barmen to look the part,” Phantom purred as he motioned for Jackie to come closer, sliding his hands up the smooth silk of his shirt. “And because I’m a sucker for a man in a waistcoat.”

Jackie shuddered as Phantom slipped his hands under the waistband of his slacks, squeezing his ass rhythmically as he nibbled on his chest where he’d stopped buttoning it up. Jackie’s trembling hands moved to Phantom’s shoulders, gently guiding him to move down as his hands slid around to undo his slacks.

“P-Phan,” Jackie gasped, knees buckling as Phantom nosed at him through his boxers. “Please…” his breath came out in a rush when Phantom hooked a finger into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down just enough to free his cock, kissing at the base before working his way up to the tip, gently suckling on it before taking him completely into his mouth.

Jackie bit his lip to muffle his moans as Phantom bobbed his head, hands gripping at his thighs hard enough to leave bruises. The hero’s fingers tangled in Phantom’s unbrushed hair, tugging slightly before he came, spilling down Phantom’s throat and whimpering as he swallowed every last drop.

Phantom pulled off slowly enough to make Jackie’s eyes roll back, licking at the tip of his sensitive cock before tucking him back into his boxers and doing up his slacks with falsely innocent eyes.

“Come on, we’ll be late,” he stated, slapping Jackie’s ass as he stood up, sending himself and Jackie to the office of the bar and helping him to button up his waistcoat.

Poking his head out of the office, Phantom smiled as he watched Mad speak softly to Mare before shuffling away, and with a wink tossed over his shoulder to Jackie, Phantom stepped outside to greet his brother.

“He let you sing, didn’t he?” he asked as sidled up behind Mare, crossing his arms over his chest. “Thanks for coming.” Mare’s response was curt but appealing, and Phantom chuckled before heading to the front door to open the bar and start the jazz night.

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Phantom couldn’t keep his hands off Jackie. Whether it was adjusting his shirt or messing with his hair, the waistcoat on the hero seemed to draw Phantom to it like a magnet. Even from the other side of the bar, his eyes always seemed to pick Jackie out from the crowd, focusing on the way the waistcoat cinched in his waist, sitting taught across his chest allowing him the glimpses of muscle Jackie had hidden beneath his shirt.

It was killing him to not be able to see those muscles.

“Phan?” Hooking his fingers into the opening of Jackie’s waistcoat, Phantom practically dragged him to the office, pushing him against the closing door and pressing their bodies together, hands grasping at every part of Jackie he could reach.

“You in this outfit is too hot,” Phantom breathed against Jackie’s neck, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his waistcoat and tugging his shirt out of his slacks. “I can’t take my hands off of you,” he sang before slipping his hand into Jackie’s slacks, fishing out his cock and wrapping determined fingers around it.

“P-Phan…” Jackie groaned, holding Phantom close as his knees buckled, bucking into Phantom’s fist as he stroked him at alternating speeds, running his fingers through Jackie’s hair and making it a mess. “God, Phan…”

“Come on, Jackie,” Phantom purred against his neck, scraping his teeth along the skin just beneath his collar. “You know how you make me feel, show me what I do to you.” He grinned as Jackie stilled against him, muffling a moan as he came all over Phantom’s hand.

“T-The bar,” he stammered after catching his breath, whimpering as Phantom tucked him back into his slacks with a few choice kisses to his cheeks. “S-Someone needs to run it…” His cheeks were flushed, hair a mess as Phantom moved away from him, opening the door and waving him out, not bothering to fix his waistcoat.

Jackie saw Mare talking to the piano player on the stage, wiping down a few glasses as he glanced toward Mad’s seat. Connecting the dots, Jackie made his way to Mad, gently waking him up and directing him to the stage, catching Phantom’s eye in a silent message to give Mad some coffee.

He worked on the bar for a while, serving drinks to tired patrons and watching the crowds begin to part, before he decided to find Phantom. The barman was standing near the office door, watching Jackie like a predator watches prey, and before he could speak he was being pulled into the room once more.

Phantom’s hands were on him before he could process anything, just managing to lock the door before Phantom dragged him to the wingback armchair in the corner, pushing him to sit in it then sitting on his lap. Jackie’s hands gipped Phantom’s hips, rolling his eyes as Phantom ground down against him, and he pressed his thumbs into the dips of Phantom’s waist before sealing their lips together.

“Fuck, Jackie,” Phantom panted against Jackie’s lips, tapping impatient fingers against his chest. “You look so good, god, I want to ride you.” He groaned when Jackie’s grip tightened on his hips, reaching into his back pocket for a small pack of lube and tapping it against Jackie’s hand as he worked on the hero’s slacks.

Jackie sighed as Phantom got his slacks and boxers down far enough to free his cock, whining when Phantom climbed off his lap to remove his own clothes before settling back in his lap. He gently guided Jackie to press lubed fingers against his hole, chewing on his bottom lip as Jackie slowly pressed his fingers inside him.

“Yes, Jackie, just like that, good boy,” Phantom murmured, rocking back against Jackie’s hand as he slipped another finger in. “M-More, I need more, darling.” Grasping the back of Jackie’s head, he pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, moaning into his mouth as Jackie pressed another finger in, brushing against the spot that made him see stars before pulling his hand away.

“Ready?” Jackie asked against Phantom’s lips, holding his waist and lifting him just enough to line up. When Phantom nodded, he slowly lowered him down, swallowing his moans until he was fully seated. “How do you want this?”

“Don’t hold back,” Phantom replied, tangling his fingers in Jackie’s hair as the hero did just that, moving him like he was weightless, eagerly bucking into him and angling him to hit that perfect spot each time he brought Phantom down.

If anyone had walked past the office door at that moment, they’d think someone was getting murdered. Phantom’s voice cracked as he screamed his moans, Jackie’s name slipping past his lips every so often as he moved one hand down to press against his chest, feeling the muscles moving beneath the waistcoat.

“God, Jackie, you’re so good,” he babbled, dropping his head to Jackie’s shoulder, nosing away the collar of his shirt to run his lips over the skin. “You fill me so well, I’m so full of you!” With a particularly hard bite to Jackie’s neck, Phantom came against him, making a mess of his waistcoat. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” he panted, wrapping his arms around Jackie’s shoulders and holding him close as Jackie continued to move him.

“Phan…” Jackie groaned as he came, fingers digging into Phantom’s hips to hold him still as he rode out his high, nuzzling into Phantom’s neck while he caught his breath. After a few beats, Phantom squirmed, signalling for Jackie to pull out and help him to his feet.

“Aw, I messed up your waistcoat,” Phantom mumbled, eyes on Jackie’s ruined garment as he pulled his clothes back on. “Still looks pretty damn hot, though,” he followed up with a smirk, meeting Jackie’s gaze with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“It’s almost closing time, anyway,” Jackie stated with a shrug, removing the waistcoat and setting it aside. “Should make sure the bar’s cleaned up.” He paused when Phantom grabbed his elbow, stopping his exit to pull him down into a passionate and messy kiss.

“The bar may be closing, but this night’s far from finished,” Phantom whispered against his lips, giving him one final peck before letting go of his elbow. “Go, make sure Mare hasn’t torn down the bar.”

--

Jackie found Mad still sitting at the table, transfixed by Mare’s performance, so he sat beside him to watch the musician finish his song. Tapping his fingers along to the tune, he commented on Mare’s singing, smiling in amusement at Mad’s distracted response before making his exit, heading back to the bar to tidy up.

He watched Mare go to talk with Mad after his set, smiling at the scientist before rolling his eyes as Phantom approached them. Smirking when Mare left with Mad, Jackie waited for Phantom to return to the bar, leaning across the wood and waving a finger at his dishevelled appearance.

“You were saying about the night being far from finished?” He prompted, watching Phantom’s eyes go dark and laughing when he was pulled into a tight embrace, being sent home and immediately pushing Phantom into the bed.

“I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow, hero boy,” Phantom growled, clinging to Jackie when he leaned down to kiss him.

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@iamvegorott @brokentimewatch @rattyboyisemo @dungeon-dragons-dragons

[hydraulic-impressed]

Horticulture

“Technically mayonnaise is an instrument.”

“And ‘technically’, if you play Sweet Victory on the *mayonnaise* at our wedding, I’m killing you.”

He chuckles and pulls the keys out of the lock, holding open the front door for me. I hop through, taking off my shoes one at a time as I watch him place the ring on the hook with a flourish.

“Ah, so you admit it’s playable!” His grin is roguish, charming in a picture-perfect sort of way. Almost Han Solo, if a little wider and even less clean-shaven.

Also, he doesn’t rock leather. No matter how much he tries.

“I admit nothing, pest of a man.” I sniff a little, turning my nose up to hide a grin. He gasps, wounded.

“My own best beloved, a best betrayer! Woe, woe!” He cries, clutching one hand the his chest as he spins dramatically, stumbling backwards and falling into my grasp. I snort, wrapping my arms around his waist, feeling his body press close to mine, my chin on his temple.

His head lols back, entirely separated from his neck. Pale eyes, milky in death, stare up at me.

“You have to find me.”

I stare at the ceiling. My mouth is try and filled with an acrid taste. Reflux again. I try to move but my body refuses. My bones creak and my flesh sobs as I spin in place, back pressed up against the mattress as I die over and over and over and over again. I feel full to bursting, I feel empty and scraped raw. I…

I don’t know who those men are. I don’t know why I keep having this dream, this idyllic nightmare. I don’t know why I have to find them, or how.

All I know is…

A sharp rapping at the door draws my attention, and the whisper-thin sound of paper under a doorframe follows soon after. I can’t see it, but I know it’s red.

…I have nothing.

It only gets worse from here.

[ardentghcst]

an almost wicked excitement gleamed in casey's eyes when he officiated that he wanted to do it, warmth spiking in her abdomen at just the thought of him taking her whilst casey spewed the most vile of insults in his whore of an ex's direction. teeth raked her lower lip, lowering the knife from his throat, though keeping her grip on the hilt firm so she had more room to press her body against his, grinding her hips into his as she grazed her lips along the line of his jaw, the fingers that had been feathering his pelvis now hooking into the waistband of his sweats and tugging eagerly on the fabric. ❛ i'm always wet enough for you, baby. just thinking about you fucking me in front of her was enough to have me aching for you.❜

the words he was saying, playing into the proposition she had put onto the table, had her breath hitching in her throat and warmth pooling between her legs, lightly grazing the blade of her knife along her outer thigh, feeling the sharpened edge as it ran along the fabric of her leggings. ❛ fuck yes, baby, please— ❜ casey sighed with need, teeth rolling along her lower lip as she nudged the hinge of his jaw with the tip of her nose. when the door was opened, casey let him step back and into the room first, straightening her spine as she twirled the weapon between her fingers. the sound of the bitch wailing and pleading was music to her ears, only intensifying the pulsing need between her thighs as she sauntered in behind fox, ceruleans shifting to the tied up brunette. an almost harrowing gleam shone itself in her eyes, moving towards the chair in which the girl responded in kind — violently recoiling in protest. ❛ i told you he didn't love you anymore, you conniving cunt.❜ the blonde cooed, tracing the edge of the girls jaw with the sharp end of the knife as she bent over her, the girl's sobs only intensifying as casey's grin grew wider. ❛ now you're gonna sit there like a good little bitch and witness just how little he cares about you.❜ then, standing straight, casey looked down at the girl and proceeded to draw back the knife, twirling it between her fingers before aiming it at the girls sternum. ❛ — and if you even think about closing your eyes for even a second— i'll fucking kill you.❜ turning back to fox, casey cocked her head, her smirk impish as she dragged the blade between her breasts and down her tank-top encased torso. ❛ — isn't that right, baby?? you're gonna use your cock to show me how much you love me, aren't you ??❜

right then his main goal was to get casey to not stab him, maim him or just kill him outright. fox had known his girl leaned toward the more unhinged end of the scale, but how could he have imagined this? the knife pressed against the thin skin on his neck did have him terrified yet there was an undercurrent of something else, something that made his cock stir in his sweats. he could have put it down to the way her fingers stroked the strip of skin she'd uncovered, or maybe the heated look in her eyes, but he wasn't quite that stupid. maybe he was a little twisted too. " yeah , let's do it baby ." he'd committed to it now, hadn't he? his girl wanted them to fuck in front of that girl and who was he to turn her down? he'd bet good money on her being wet right now too, prospect of flaunting their relationship in such a vile manner likely dampening those pretty panties she wore. her lips skimmed over his own and fox felt that spark of electricity run down his spine ; yeah, he could definitely get it up enough to fuck his girl in that room. " alright baby , but i hope you're wet enough for me ?" he countered, brows inching upward as he reached behind him to find the door knob.

" she was always useless to me , case . " which was a truth in itself, never caring enough to check in with the femme once he ended things with her. it had been so easy to move on to the next, her body forgotten as he lost himself in another. " but we can show her again , let her hear how useless she is when you scream my name and cum around my cock ." perhaps this made him morally disgusting but the girl was already there, wasn't she? fox knew casey wouldn't let her go after this, so why the hell not? what casey decided to do with his ex once they were finished was entirely her business. twisting the knob in his hand fox pushed it back and open as his hues remained on his girlfriend the entire time. they soon rolled as the sound of wailing and pleading increased in volume, " fuck , was she this loud before ?"

[thepenultimateword]

Hi, im not entirely sure if youre open to requests, so please ignore this if not 💖💖 but your recent shiny story was rlly rlly fun to read and well written so 👀👀 (only if u want to ofc) part 2 ?

It’s a little shorter than I usually write, hopefully that’s ok. And I kind of time skipped because I was in the mood for fluff 😅

Part One

"Did you really think you could get away from me?" the hero sneered, grinding their heel into the hollow of Villain's chest. Villain choked on their breath, unable draw it in or out under the pressure. "You street trash villains are all the same, greedy, over-ambitious, and wrecked beyond repair."

The hero pressed in harder with every word, and Villain let out a pathetic cry. They'd really looted the wrong convenience store this time; what was this nut job even doing in this part of town?

"At least the big dogs have information to offer," the hero continued, looming overhead. "What do I get by sparing you?"

Villain spat at the hero's face, but with the mark so far out of reach, it only splatted back on their cheek. The hero threw back his head and laughed. "I like you better already. Why don't you do that again?"

Villain laid their cheek down on the gravel. They didn't pander to heroes.

"Oh come on," the hero taunted. He leaned in further and pointed at his cheek. "Try again."

Villain gasped and scrabbled beneath their weight. They…couldn’t…breathe! The only thing they could focus on was that awful face grinning over them. How could a hero do this? How could… How could… Their thoughts grew slow and hazy. If only…they’d been a stronger villain…

Something slammed into the hero from the side.

It was so abrupt the hero lay stunned on the ground for several seconds. Then the thing swooped in a second time, a wild flurry of claws and feathers that yanked at his hair and clothing.

"What-- Get away!" the hero shrieked, throwing his arms over his head. He tried to flee, but the creature pursued him down the alley, claws raking across his neck and knuckles like so many games of tic tac toe. He tripped once then twice, gravel embedding in his palms and tearing the knees of his trousers. Even when he managed to escape around the corner and back into the public eye, his fearful cries remained longer than the pound of his footsteps.

Villain sat up slowly, hand pressed to their ribs. They experimented with a few breaths and decided their sternum was bruised but not broken.

Supervillain lighted down in front of them and seized them by the shoulders in bloody hands. Their massive wings enfolded them like a soft, dark cocoon. "Are you alright, love?"

Villain stared blankly ahead, feeling rather surreal and lucky pressed up against their feathered chest. "Was that mobbing?"

"What?"

"I've been researching crows since we became...er...you know. I read when there's a predator nearby they dive at it and chase it until it leaves." They blinked. "Or did you kill him?"

"No, would you like me to?"

Villain considered it. Did they want that? It had never been their power to decide before. Perhaps they shouldn't get carried away. "It's fine." They wrapped their arms around Supervillain's neck, and the hybrid touched their hooked nose to Villain's flat one before running it through the messy strands of hair fallen over their forehead.

"I think a proper mobbing is actually done in a group," Villain said, "but there's only one of you, so maybe it still counts."

"I don't know what is; I just do it," Supervillain said.

“Like that mating dance thing?”

“We said we wouldn’t speak of that."

Villain grinned but maybe it came off a little too forced because Supervillain dipped their head in concern. This close Villain could see the little baby feathers that sprouted out along their cheek bones. “Are you sure you're alright?"

In truth, Villain felt embarrassingly close to tears, but their lover's gently preening was slowly calming them down so they nodded.

Supervillain fished in their pocket and drew out one of those flat glass pebbles people bought in craft stores to fill vases with. "Want a present?"

Another nod. Supervillain pressed it into their hand.

Villain brought the marble up to their eye, changing the world a dark shade of blue. They turned it up toward the sun. Their eye watered as the light refracted. “Does it ever get confusing? As a villain, I mean. You’re supposed to steal whatever’s the most valuable but sometimes the most valuable isn’t the most pretty.”

“You mean when I’m in a bank, and I fixate on the those shiny pens chained to the counter instead of the cash in the vault?”

“M’yeah. That.”

Supervillain pondered for a moment, feathered brow turning inward. “I suppose its a little confusing. My brain says ‘money’, but my heart says, ‘shiny.’ It’s a toss up what I end up leaving with. But then again, I’m not really sad when I end up with a stash of pens instead of a ten grand because they still feel valuable to me.”

Villain turned the marble on their face. “How are you still the top villain in the city?”

“Hey now!”

They laughed and snuggled closer. They thought of their drawer full of gifts back home. To anyone else it might look like junk, but for them, it was treasure. “No, I get it. Perspective.”

Supervillain kissed the top of their head. “Want me to take you home?”

“Yeah, I need to patch myself up. Thanks for saving me from that punk by the way.”

Supervillain nodded comfortingly as they picked them up. “I’ve memorized his face. If he or anyone else hurts you, I will remember it, and they will pay.”

“You inherited holding scary crow grudges?” Villain gasped. “That’s so cute!”

Part Three

[msookyspooky]

Terrible Trilogy

Part 5

wordcount: 5,256

TW: Attempted Suicide Mention and Abuse

 You and Stu gave each other looks as Billy slamming your hood echoed in the garage; drawing the attention of the other mechanics. 

 "Well, that's lucky." Stu mumbled. "Looks like you weren't far off, Sweetcheeks. He did come to a small shithole after all." 

You eyed Billy's appearance. His hair had grown out even more than it was in High School as his front pieces hung past his nose with scruff now on his face. He seemed just as lanky as he was as a teen...And on his right cheek was the scar. Faded but still there when he turned a certain way in the light. He had on a loose white tank with oil and grease stains. His blue mechanics outfit half off and tied at the waist. 

His eyes darted to the other workers as they watched him. He wiped a greasy hand on a rag he was holding before swiping his hair out of his face and taking a deep breath. Any composure he was aiming for flew out the window when he looked at you both again. Marching over to you with a death glare.

"How did you find me?!" He hissed under his breath as he stood a foot in front of you both. 

"B-" 

His eyes widened, his jaw clenched in warning. You quickly corrected yourself. "Sorry. Vince...We need to talk." 

"It's Vincent and too damn bad." He went to walk away, throwing his rag across the garage. "Get someone else to work on your car-" 

"Buddy, I think you'll want to hear us out. It's important if I'm willing to be here." Stu gave. Mockingly raising his brows at him while tilting his head at him. 

Billy halted mid step at that. Slowly turning to stare at you both over his shoulder. You saw his tongue pushing the inside of his cheek as his eyes narrowed. 

"...Fine." He growled. Walking past you both. You and Stu looked at each other before cautiously following him to a storage room. 

The second the lock clicked shut, Billy grabbed Stu by the shirt and shoved him into a wall. He looked enraged but you saw some panic in his eyes as you stumbled out of the way. 

"I thought I told you to never come near me again? You fuckers think you can get me?! Think I'm that stupid?! Huh?!  I'll kill you-" 

Stu quickly grabbed him and slammed him into a nearby wall; knocking some boxes onto the floor. "Not till I kill you first, asshat!" 

 Billy raised his fist to left hook Stu's head. It missed Stu as Stu got out his knife and Billy went to do the same. 

 You yelled at them as you jerked your gun out from your boot. "HEY!" 

They both stopped as you aimed it. "YOU; OVER THERE!...YOU; THAT WAY! We aren't killing each other till we find out who's fucking with us!" You ordered them both while pointing the gun to them then the wall.  Stu hesitated but gave a cocky smirk to Billy with his hands up and back stepped to the wall. 

Billy glared at you and didn't move. "I don't take orders from you. Besides, you won't pull that trigger. We all know you don't have the guts for that." 

Billy sneered your way but didn't move. 

Wanna find out? I didn't have an issue in the  theater."

Billy scowled at as you continued.

"Looks like a nice little job you have here. Hate to have to run...Again. Or maybe go to a hospital...Oh wait. You can't, can you?" 

You rolled your eyes and put your gun away as there was knocking on the door. Billy flinched as you heard a man on the other side. 

"What's the commotion in there?! Oliver will have your ass if he finds out you're fucking around in there, rat." 

Stu quirked a smirk with amusement in his eyes. "Rat?" He mouthed and Billy shot him a glare. 

"Mind your business, snitch! We'll keep it down!" Billy yelled to the otherside of the door.

 He pinched his nose bridge with a long sigh for a moment as you all waited for the footsteps to fade away.

He finally looked at you. His eyes traveled from your shoes to your face, taking you in after 3 long years. You swallowed and adjusted yourself subconsciously at him staring so intently at you.

"...Why are you here?" 

"Well jeez, wouldn't that be easier than freaking fighting people you know will kick-" 

"Stu." You scolded, wanting to keep this as civil and to the point as you could. 

You stared at Billy as he stared back at you. You realized he looked like he hadn't slept in days judging by the dark circles under his eyes. He honestly looked like shit. Grease stains, messy hair, tired eyes and all. 

You took a deep breath. "Alright...Let's just get to the point. Me and Stu received a letter that talks about...You know what." 

His eyes widened slightly but he kept a neutral expression. 

You raised your brows at him. "We wanted to know if you...Received one too?" You drew as a question. 

Stu scoffed. "I don't even know why we're wasting time here! He sent it and is buying time to off us. It's obvious!" 

Billy jerked his head in Stu's direction. "If I wanted to kill you; I'd do it. I wouldn't fuck around with a letter or a call." 

Stu huffed. "Really? Cause fucking around like a pussy instead of just getting the job down is right up your alley." 

Billy's nostril flared as he stepped towards him with a taunting smile. "Aw, what's wrong? Mad you were expendable to me?...Inside and out." 

Stu bristled at that comment. "Fuck you, man!" 

"Stop." You snapped at them both. "I seriously don't care what issues you both have! I don't even wanna be here but I have to." You looked at Billy. "Did you get a letter; yes or no?" 

He blinked at your commanding tone. Folding his arms and giving you a strange look you couldn't quite place. "...You think I care enough to help you with a fucking letter?" 

Stu threw up his hands and walked away a moment in frustration while you tried to talk. "Well if you haven't then you're going to and if you know what's good for you; you will. They know, okay?! They know everything." 

Billy gave a passive shrug with a mocking expression. "Not my problem." 

You gave him a disbelieving scoff. "Not your problem? Everything to do with Woodsboro is your problem, Billy!" You growled and shhed you. 

"Shut up! No name dropping; including mine...Now you listen and listen good because I'm only talking to you fuckers one time. After that, I'm stabbing. " 

Stu came back with a scowl at Billy as he slowly told you both. "I can handle myself. I don't need the wannabe Scooby Gang and their Mystery Machine to join in and look for clues to 'help' me take someone out." 

You felt your face scrunch up. "Cotton is dead, Billy!-" 

"What did I just say?!" He warned you, eyeing the door. 

You hissed back. "Yeah well, good luck hiding it when a note shows up here. Stu's manager was killed with Sidney's picture at the scene and a note calling him by name." 

Billy gave you a sarcastic smirk with a shake of his head. "Yeah, I'm supposed to buy that. STU told you, huh? I bet he was by himself too, wasn't he?" He chuckled low in his throat at you. "Idiot. He's fucking with you and you can't even see it." 

Your face fell at that. You didn't even defend yourself at the insult. 

Stu glared down at him with his arms folded and shoulders squared. "Stop twisting shit. I know it's you. And guess what? I'm going to hang you from a tree with your dick shoved down your throat when you decide to make your move...You're just jealous that I moved on and so did YN. We got lives now without you." 

"Jealous?!" Billy snapped with his brows to his hairline.

"Yeah, jealous! You were always jealous of me and her having chemistry together from day one. So, you tracked me down and her down through me and now you're trying to kill us. If anyone should want revenge; it's me! You stabbed me in the back for your Mom you hadn't seen in years. You tried to kill me, man!" 

Billy leered with a dark smirk up at Stu. "Well at least you rejects have something in common now." His smirk fell. "We're done here." He went to walk past you. 

Both of you locked eyes for a moment as you spoke and his hand rested on the door handle. "Come on, there has to be something you've seen or heard…I'm going to you and working with Stu, Billy! Can't you see we're desperate here for anything to end this before it gets worse?" 

He looked away. "I don't care. I left all of that behind me including you two. Get the fuck out of here and when your cars fixed; I don't want to see your faces again-" He glared back at Stu and then at you. "Or else." 

He opened the door and used his middle finger to flip you both off and point to the doorway with it. 

You accepted defeat with a sigh and walked out. Stu did a dumb little airplane motion with his hand before shoving his middle finger at Billy. 

You rolled your eyes as they both flipped each other off the whole way, Stu walking backward to do it before you jerked him to walk once you got to the door. "Would you quit?! I think he got the message." 

"Yeah, well obviously not enough if he didn't come clean. I can't wait till he does. Just so I can get some sweet revenge on his ass." 

You and him walked out past the mechanics to the front desk. You went to the older man. "Um, I don't think Vince is gonna work out-" 

"Why? Did he say something?" 

"Uh, no I just would prefer a different mechanic because I don't think he wants to work on my car and...I don't trust him to." 

"Miss, he will have it up and working or he'll be fired. He's got one strike too many and we don't need a lawsuit from him messing up a car again." 

"Oh…" 

"It'll be done by this afternoon. Swear by it."

Stu tugged at your shoulder. "Come on, babe. We'll hit the town and be done in an hour. And then we'll just reloop." 

You sighed to yourself, not having much of a choice even though walking with Stu in broad daylight scared the hell out of you with being noticed. "...Okay." You muttered as you left the shop with Stu looping an arm around you.

"Hey cheer up, Sweetcheeks. We know who it is, I mean, he really hasn't improved his acting skills huh?" 

You grimaced. "I mean...He did avoid the answer." 

"Exactly. Guilty." 

"But why wouldn't he just come out and say yes or no?" 

"Because it's Billy and he's gotta be a lil bitch about everything." 

You shrugged even though you knew something felt off. "I guess." 

"Now come on, we're getting breakfast at the place with the giant dancing bacon strip out front we saw on the way here." 

"Uh, it'll be brunch by the time we walk there." 

"Worth it." 

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You and Stu finally got to the diner a good 30 minute walk away from the shop. Pleased it was practically empty as you both relaxed to eat and talk in peace. You still kept quiet, grateful all the cooks and waitresses were in the back for now. You used aliases just to be on the safe side.

"So, Bi-. Shit. Vincent ended up fist fighting that kid picking on Ray-" 

"What?? We are talking about the same guy right? You know, the brooding jerk that hates everyone? The one that uh...Wasn't very nice a few years ago to put it lightly?" 

Stu shoveled a pancake in his mouth and nodded. "Yep. We were…Eh, 12? So 6th grade or something like that. I think he got into major trouble with his folks afterwards." 

"For sticking up for someone?" 

"Hey, his Dad was all about every man for himself. He was a smart lawyer. And we know Nancy raised a Nancy Boy that has to be babied by her. No fighting like a man allowed. He seemed to get more bitter towards Ray being a pussy every year. And I mean, by the time we were in High School we were social friends and Ray was a cool nerd but that's still a nerd. It was never anything like when we were kids." 

You wanted to correct so much with all that but decided to press on. "So...Vincent was actually friends with Ray at one point?" 

"Eh, I think he just wanted an excuse to hit someone. I mean, we all grew up together. His mom went to school with my Mom, Sidney's Mom and Ray's Dad. Hell, my older sister graduated the same year as Dewey." 

"Wow…Small towns, huh?" 

He nodded while you took a bite of your waffle and let him talk. "Oh yeah. Why do you think we all were so fascinated by the new meat in school? We're lucky to get a handful of newbies every year let alone one as cute as you." He winked at you.

You playfully rolled your eyes, sipping your drink to avoid the smile trying to creep up on your lip. 

He folded his arms a moment on the table to give you a stare. "Too bad some new meats rancid.  For example: the rotting pile of shit boyfriend you had. James move to Woodsboro that following Summer and that was the biggest mistake he could have ever made." 

You lowered your drink at hearing your ex's name. "Yeah...Is it crazy to say that even though I don't miss him. Like, at all...I still liked certain memories? He wasn't a bad kid when he first came here. We all hung out that June and July with no issues, remember? He just changed the more time went on." 

"Yeah, probably me and 'Vincent' threatening him didn't help." He casually gave as he sipped his orange juice. 

You gawked at him. "...Excuse me?" 

"He was glaring at me and him and shit.  Around when school started we cornered James and just let him know we weren't going anywhere." 

"...Oh my God. So THAT'S why he got drunk that night and was so insecure about you and him near me." 

Stu gave a disgusted glare. "You act like we caused him to do it. He had bruises on your neck, YN. He kept you from seeing us the minute school started. We just made his true colors come out, is all." 

You held up a hand. "Hey, I'm not disagreeing with that. All though, you choked me AND punched me in the face. I mean, you hit me hard! I love how you both choked me half to death but you're not the bad guy in this story." 

He paled and stuttered to defend his stance. "W-Well, you were calling the cops on me! You-...I-" He faltered. "It's not the same, okay? I did it because I had to-" 

"You did it because you were hurt and scared." 

He rolled his lips and you decided to reframe the conversation. "Don't worry, I don't agree with how it was done. In fact, you both were heavy handed like you are with everything. But I needed a way out from James and you guys gave me a reason...You solved that." 

Stu blinked at you in surprise. "You...Aren't mad?" 

"Nope. At the time I was but after so many years; he really had it coming…Not the way you two did it but he deserved something." You mumbled, being as vague as you could and talking low. You raised a brow at him. "BUT, that does not mean I'm fine with any other incidents." 

Stu blinked with a smirk and nod of his head. "Well, alright. I guess at least I did one thing right in your book." 

"I didn't say it was right but it was...Not the worst thing you did. You were right, if it wasn't going to be him then it would have been me eventually." 

You faltered slightly when he reached across the table to your hand. You looked up at his blue eyes staring at you.  "YN, you know that will never happen again, right? Like, I'm not going to attempt...That again...Right?" 

You shook your head with a sad smile. "You know you can't promise that." 

"I can." 

You relinquished your hand to keep eating. "Just like you and Vincent swore it was going to be just you two? Partners in crime?" 

His faced soured completely. "Man, fuck him." 

"Hey...You can talk to me. What happened? It's clearly still a sore subject you need to get out to someone. " 

He stared at you, sighing and shoving his plate to the side to look away. "Not much to say without me getting too loud in here. Ya really wanna talk about it here?" 

You shoved your mostly empty plate away with a smirk. "You're right. Let's pay the tab, get out of here and go exploring. You can talk to me along the way. Nothing else to do." 

He stared a moment as you got up to ask for the tab. Smiling to himself ruefully as he stood up as well. 

You and Stu walked to multiple places, him giving you tidbits of information here and there, not fully talking about it till you both got to a Cemetery you insisted on walking in.

"God, why do you want to be where dead folks are? Are you that eager to join them?" 

You shrugged as you walked. "Hey, it's peaceful and isolated. The dead aren't gossipers. " You smirked as he chuckled at that. You stared up at him as you walked in the cool afternoon weather. "So...What happened after Cotton shot his Mom?" 

He scoffed to himself. "Oh shit. He was a wreck, man. Completely freakin bonkers. He almost went back in and I had to drag him away...Should have just let him since he tried to turn on me anyways." 

You were silent, urging him to go on. He sighed heavily and shoved his hands in his pockets. "We got near a bridge trying to get to our hideout without going the way cops might see us-" 

"The love shack." 

He scrunched his eyebrows at you with a bewildered smirk. "Uh, the what??" 

"Nothing, just an inside joke between me and Randy...The shed we talked at." 

He raised a brow with the smirk still in place. "Uh, Randy and loveshack don't go in the same sentence, Sweetcheeks." 

You grinned to yourself at just how long it had been since he saw Randy. You almost teased him about how little he knew but you didn't feel like opening that can of worms up right now.

"Back to the story, Stuart." 

He shrugged. "Fine, wasn't the shed by the way, it was a different hideout...Let's just get on with it. The lunatic tried jumping off the bridge." 

You stopped walking to stare at him. He stopped a foot or two ahead of you and looked back.

You didn't say anything. You knew Stu mentioned it offhandedly years ago but you didn't think he was serious. Stu joked about offing himself or someone else all the time as teens. Or maybe you were still in shock over everything that happened that it just didn't have the impact it did now.

"He did?" You softly mumbled, the idea twisting your heart even though it shouldn't.

Stu continued as he saw the look on your face. "Yeah, he did. Kid was sobbing and screaming about his parents...And you. He blamed you for everything that went wrong with the major kill plans but blamed me for everything in between. Basically, everyone was at fault for his shitty life but him." 

"What did you do?" 

"Whaddya mean? I went after his scrawny ass with my bum leg. Had to jerk him off the edge before we got caught. He punched me in the mouth and we had a fist fight until we both were too exhausted to get back up and throw a punch...It didn't take much after all the injuries we got." He took a deep breath. "I confronted him about what he said, he repeated it back to me...Some nasty shit was said between us and he told me he'd kill me if I came near him again. I told him likewise and we haven't spoke since." 

He shook his head with a sneer. " The nerve of that fucking bitch to blame ME for everything that ever went wrong! Not even a 'Oh gee, thanks Stu for saving my life. You're the greatest! I owe ya one, pal'." He huffed and started walking again with an eye roll.

You caught up to him. "Then what?" 

"I went back to our little hideout where we had a first aid kit we took with us and patched myself up and took the antibiotics we've stolen over the years. My leg was sore for weeks. I couldn't walk the next day, that was the worst. I just had to hide out there until I could at least stumble away if I had to. Then I saw you a week or so later. Him? I don't know, don't give a shit either." 

You sighed and looked down at the ground as you walked. 

He glared down at you. "Stop feeling sorry for him. He didn't feel bad about trying to murder you, so save the pity." 

You didn't defend yourself, just glancing up at him. Studying him for a moment.  He seemed just as upset and bitter as he was towards you at Windsor for breaking his heart...It was clicking.

 "...He was your best friend." 

"WAS." 

"And your partner in crime." 

"Yeah, thought if that wasn't binding then I don't know what the hell would be." 

"...And your lover-" 

He cut you off. "Yeah, yeah. We screwed around here and there. It was just sex, YN." 

"Are you sure?" 

He scoffed and turned to you. "Look. I don't get attached to people, okay? I'm a psychopath." 

You held up a finger. "Self-diagnosed!...And as far as being attached; you're saying you're attached to me but not anyone else, huh?" You mocked. 

"You're different!" He huffed and shook his head. "Look...I'm not gay and definitely not for that piece of shit! This isn't Will and Grace, babe."  

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, jerking off with your guy best friend is totally a very heterosexual thing to do. All the straight guys are doing it...Look, if you are bi or just bi curious who gives a fuck? It's the new millennium." 

He jerked his head to you. "I give a fuck! Fooling around is one thing but if you think I was in love or something with another guy and especially that stupid asshole then you're more nuts then me and him are!" 

You tsked. "Ookkkkaayyy...Getting awful defensive for a guy that claims he wasn't." 

He gave you an uncharacteristic serious glare with a harsh tone. "YN." 

"Okay!" You held up a hand in defense. "Just...I get it. You lost a best friend you gave a shit about enough to save from offing himself and he tossed you away like you were nothing. That hurts. Anyone would be hurt and with it being just you and him for 2 years? Relying on only each other just for him to leave like that?...It's no wonder you feel the way you do." 

He stared at you a moment, slowly nodding. "Fuck yeah it hurt...It hurt like hell." 

You bit your inner cheek. "...You cared. It's safe to admit it, Stu. He's not here. He's not going to judge you. I'm certainly not going to judge you...I cared about both of you and look how you both treated me. But I still can say I cared." 

"Cared as in past tense?" 

You rolled your eyes with a smirk. "You are going to do anything you can to hear it, huh?" 

He nodded. "Anything." 

You wanted to lecture him. He was moving too fast as usual. He was falling too hard. He was getting obsessive again. You were scared he would get bored eventually and toss you aside the way Billy did him...Maybe somehow you could use that as reference for the future. For now, you knew you got more out of him in two days than you had in 5 years...You had to take what you could get. Besides, this was hardly the time. You didn't fully trust him but you were leaning towards his innocence with these letters and murders. Regardless, it wasn't the time even if you were willing.

You saw the vulnerable expression on his face. How he stood there with his shoulders stiff and his hands shoved in his pockets. You hadn't offered one in 5 years and truth be told you were afraid he'd take it the wrong way...But he looked like he needed it and maybe you did too.

"Oh for god sakes-" You opened your arms. "You need a h-" You didn't even finish as he rushed and knocked the air out of you with the impact. You choked out laughter as he practically had you in a deathgrip to hug you like you would float away if he let go.

"Now, why did I think you would hesitate?...Watch the left shoulder." You laughed out with a wince from where you were shot 5 years ago. He relaxed a bit. You rolled your eyes to yourself with a light hearted smile and hugged him back. You both stood like that for a moment. Somehow, it felt different than any hug you ever gave him in High School. It felt more intimate. More sincere. 

He breathed against you, burying his face into your hair. "Thanks, Sweetcheeks...I needed a hug." He mumbled as his hand rubbed your shoulder blades softly. 

"I know...Maybe I did too…" You looped your hands around his shoulders. You smiled in content until your eyes snapped back open and you felt hands on the small of your back. "Keep your hands up, Stu." You warned as you felt his hand go lower.

You felt the grin on his face. "Huh? Sorry, can't hear you over the wind out here." 

His hand lowered till you pinched his side. He released a yelp and let you go. " Easy, easy!" He laughed out as you gave him an unamused glare. 

"Stu, seriously?" 

"What? I couldn't hear you. Honest." 

You side eyed him as you kept walking and he followed you. You closed your eyes and shook your head in annoyance. "ANYWAYS; what are we gonna do now that Billy isn't cooperating?" 

He seemed in a better mood, smiling to himself as you both walked. "Eh, we'll let him make the first move since you keep wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt...And you wonder why you keep getting targeted." He chuckled.

"Hey! I'm not saying he's not doing it but we don't have proof!" 

"Uh, it's one of us three and I think we both are certain it's not us." He pointed between you both.

You side eyed him. "Mmm...Kind of." 

"Pft...Ditto." He gave back. "But seriously, it has to be him." 

You cringed. "Uh...Not necessarily." 

You looked at you completely as he stopped to lean against a statue. "Spill." 

"Gale Weathers. She's accused me of helping you both for years and she was never convinced on the Tim and James story." 

His eyes widened. "Holy fucking shit, I forgot! You think she's capable of that?" 

You shrugged. "Don't know. All I know is I'm not having any more blood on my hands over an accusation." 

Stu rolled his eyes playfully. "Pft, please. You killed one guy. Amateur hour." 

"Yeah, one too many. Self defense or not; I still don't want to kill. Besides, do you REALLY want to draw attention to ourselves by killing the wrong guy?" 

He thought for a moment. "...Good point. See? You're the brains. You're our Velma!" 

"I am not-" 

"You're right. Too sexy... Daphne!" 

"Why can't I be Fred?" 

He tilted his head. "Babe...You're not Fred. Trust me." 

"What?! Oh, so who are you then? Fred?" You jeered.

"Like zoinks, isn't it obvious man?" 

Your eyes bulged when you heard that voice come out of him. He smirked at you as you released a shocked laugh. "NO FREAKING WAY! YOU SOUND JUST LIKE SHAGGY!"

"Ya really think so, Sweetcheeks?" He did it again adding in the famous goofy laugh at the end of his sentence. 

"How long could you do that?!" You demanded, absolutely in awe.

He shrugged. "Eh, since I was a kid. I got better at it as I got older." 

"That's so awesome!" You exclaimed with a laugh and he laughed with you. "Okay, you're definitely Shaggy and Cherri is Scoob." 

"And you're the hottie with a body-" 

"Oh God, stttooooppppop!" You laughed out as he flirted with you in Shaggy Rogers voice the entire way back to the shop. 

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You both got back to the shop right when it was getting dark. It was a longer walk than you both thought having ventured all over town today. 

You both were surprised to see Billy standing beside your car in a black t-shirt, a black trench coat, boots and jeans. 

Stu scoffed. "Could you look like anymore of a creep? You look like you're offering kids candy to get in your car." 

"Deep throat a knife, Stu. Clear to the fucking handle." 

You walked up to him, eyeing him as you saw how different his body language was from earlier. 

"Hey, everything alright? Uh...I didn't expect to still see you here." 

He looked taken aback by the tone of your voice before he dug in his pocket and handed you a note. Your face dropped when you read it. It was in red, smeared but straight letters just like the others. 

"You're going to hell for what you did, Billy Loomis." 

You looked back up at him as he took the note. You realized why he looked so tired, so stressed out and why he didn't give a straight answer earlier.

"I've been thinking." He muttered. "I don't know if one of you is doing this or both of you...But I'm not letting you out of my sight. Wherever you're going, I'm going. I'm getting the upper hand on this." 

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!" Stu yelled and you shhed him as Billy scoffed. "Soon enough, jerkoff." 

"Wait!" You exclaimed. "We don't even know where we're going. We just...Well, we were looking for you thinking you had an idea." 

"Or that you did it. Seriously, how do we know YOU didn't write that yourself and the ones sent to us?!" Stu grumbled behind you. 

Billy rolled his eyes. Jerked the paper on the other side with a pen in his pocket. He harshly wrote on it...Nothing alike. 

"Happy?" 

"No, because maybe you're faking it." 

You groaned. "Well with that logic, we all could be!" 

Billy glared at you both. "I really don't give a fuck, actually. All I know is that someone sent me a challenge and they're going to get it back. I don't care if it's you two or not...So." He shrugged. "I'm going with you both so I can see which one of you it is or kill you both anyways." 

Stu went to protest but you spoke up, trying to form an idea in his head. "Same goes to you. If we find out this is you; I might just join Stu in stringing you up from a tree." 

You had Stu's wheels turning as Billy gave you a cocky smirk. "Big talk for a little goody two shoes that can't even shoot to kill or stab for that matter." 

You huffed with a laugh. "Loomis, you haven't seen me in 3 years and you barely saw me two years ago. If you think I'm the same 18 year old girl I used to be...You're mistaken." You gave, leaning forward to whisper it.

You walked to the shop's door to go inside. "So, did you fuck up my car on purpose to kill us or what?" 

He raised his chin to you with a smirk. "Didn't work on it. I quit." 

"Oh...Well, that makes me feel safer." You gave as you went in to pay; leaving the guys to glare at each other in the parking lot...You hoped you came back to no blood on the pavement.

[apocalypticgargoyle]

YES YES YES REBEL PUNZ PLEASEEEE I NEED IT FOR SCIENCE PLEASEEEE

-🐉anon

Okay so *sigh* I know I keep saying this about all our boys but I love heem

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋. ☥ 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥!𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐳

pairing: rebel!Punz x fm!reader

word count: ~ 3500

warnings: smut (18+), pure filth basically, language, blood, fighting, illegal activities, degradation, praise, domination, spanking, etc.

playlists: Rebel!Punz, EDGERS

The basement was only accessible through one door which was stationed at the back of Techno’s motorcycle shop. The door was bolted from the inside, only to be unlocked after the murmuring of a password known by word of mouth.

Behind the door was a flight of stairs going downward. The walls are reminiscent of walking through a damp tunnel, the air hanging thick, smelling of rotting soil and burning leaves. A man stationed on one of the landings would open the door at the end of the staircase and then move back upstairs as one would continue through the dark hallway, faintly hearing the sounds of men shouting. Finally, the last entryway and the gateway into a different universe: two double doors made of decaying wood.

The hinges always creaked when pried opened, giving the illusion that the basement was nothing more than storage, yet through those doors laid a bustling room of cockroaches and their bookies. Men in all shapes and sizes, in suits and sweatpants, with elaborate hairstyles and hats clustered around a giant roped-off area in the center of the basement.

Ritual followers of the activities referred to it as the Ring.

The dingy atmosphere of expensive cologne and cigar smoke was a trip back in the twenties when similar tactics were just for the high of living. Underground matches are like alcohol during the prohibition and the Ring was the modern-day speakeasy.

And that’s where you were, swimming in the stale fog of cigar smoke and sweaty bodies as you scored percentages into your small notebook, taking the bribes as cash was handed to you. The men with the expensive appearances always flaunted their exaggerated statistics, testing your knowledge about the Ring as if they weren’t facilitating some kind of kill match. They treated you as if you were the equivalent of a cigarette girl when in reality, you held their fortunes in your hand and controlled the fate of the fight.

You were Techno’s eyes, ears, and author. He would observe from afar, crossing his arms over his chest as you eyed Punz, telling him which way to fix the fight to make Techno the most money. Punz was completely attuned to you, his light eyes trained to search for your mild quirks and subtle hints as you pretended to add up the odds. Regretfully, it was a losing night against an outside competitor.

Punz drew in a sharp breath as you chewed the inside of your cheek, barely instructing him. You flashed him four of your fingers, knowing full-well that Techno was guaranteed at least a $10,000 payout if Punz let the competitor wail on him for that long. You always preferred the nights when you could nod for him to flatten the challenger in under two rounds, but nights like tonight left your stomach in knots.

You rolled the sleeves of your white button-up shirt, your suit jacket hanging on a fold-out chair nearest to Techno as you continued to work the floor. As you walked the perimeter, your gaze glued to Punz, who was wrapping white tape around his knuckles and watching you. You knew that his heavy-handed approach in the first few rounds would leave the protection in nothing but white tatters, peeling away from his butchered skin.

His lip was still busted from the match a few days prior, cheekbone tinted with a purple hue and eyes set tired to avoid giving away the adrenaline you knew was pulsing through his body. His hand flexed against the tape, giving him more motion. Your sights settled on the healing cut that divided his eyebrow, the memory of seeing Dream’s ring cut into Punz’s face making your blood boil.

You liked to stand on the opposite end of the make-shift ring from Punz. There were days when you wished you weren’t some kind of conductor for the underground matches, mainly so you could cheer on your lover like the rest of the spectators.

But alas, you were the puppeteer and Punz was your obedient marionette.

The fight began with the ringing of an ancient-looking shift bell, Punz stepping back on the balls of his feet as his opponent remained defensive. Punz rolled his eyes, sights flashing to you before moving to land the first blow; a heavy shot to the man’s side. You crossed your arms, nodding as if to tell him he only needed to lose by a hair.

At your direction the fight became bloodier, knuckles cracking against bone and rib cages, drawing the crimson streams of life from their bodies. In an ideal world where Punz was fighting for his own mercy and not the money bags of his boss, Punz would have wasted the opposing man, smiling as he did so.

Punz always seemed to gain stamina the more he was battered, thriving off of the blood pooling in his teeth or streaming down the side of his head. In bare-knuckle matches, he was almost unrecognizable in his blood lust.

The bell chimed again, the rounds moving quicker as Punz pretended to be worn out from the weaker jabs of his competitor. You chuckled to yourself, a smirk settling on your lips as he rolled his shoulders. His expression tilted towards you, seemingly noticing your amusement as he fought not to grin himself.

Punz launched his fist into his opponent’s face, blood gushing instantly from the man’s nose as Punz hammered another blow into his torso. The man retaliated by driving his elbow into Punz’s stomach before throwing his knuckles into Punz’s jaw. Punz’s t-shirt clung to his sweat-drenched body, the thought of peeling him out of those clothes later in the night made your skin prickle with goosebumps. His messy hair and concentrated eyes were allusions of unadulterated sin as he brushed the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away the thread of blood trickling down his chin from his re-busted lip.

Punz knew to wear down, letting the man knock him against the ropes, Punz’s light eyes looking up at you with nearly a breath between the two of you. “Good boy,” you stated, only loud enough for him to hear. His eyebrow quirked at your words to combat the cocky grin wanting to break through his tough façade with your praise. He stood up straighter and submitted to losing as his competitor landed another punch.

After the fight, you indulged in the sound of your heels clicking against the staircase as you moved back up to the shop, the area quiet and desolate after the cockroaches had scampered away back into their crevices. You turned, starting down the long hallway towards the locker room, grabbing the First Aid kit off the wall on your way. The envelope of money felt heavy in your hand, its manilla coloring almost too obvious against your suited attire.

You pushed the door open with your foot, peering down one of the rows of lockers before spotting Punz, yawning slightly as he pulled off his shirt, revealing various old-style tattoos that matched the ones painted across his knuckles. Whenever you saw him in this state, you silently thanked George for his hours of work and steady hand.

Punz’s eyes perked up as you entered the room; the familiar sight of you ready to patch up his wounds brought a content smile to his bruised features. “How’d I do, dove?” He coaxed looking up at you as he sat on the dividing bench. His voice was raspy and deep from exhaustion.

You gave him a small smile, tossing your jacket on the other side of him and taking his face in your hand, pressing your lips against his briefly. Your nose brushed his as you placed a kiss on his cheek. “So good,” you hummed. He moved to straddle the bench as you sat in front of him, digging into the aid kit.

Before you could even start in on his wounds, his hands were snaking up your legs to grip your thighs, pulling you closer to him on the bench. You propped your knee against his, taking one of his hands and dabbing away the dried blood on his knuckles as he dug his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin as he took in your scent, his lips pressing against your neck before he unclasped the top few buttons of your shirt. His other hand moved to press against your freshly exposed skin, teeth nibbling at your ear lobe.

You let out a quiet giggle at his antics, moving your head to brush against his cheek and shrug him off. “Cut it out. You’ll distract me,” you muttered, stifling the obvious grin in your tone.

He let out a low chuckle, moving your hair out of the way before settling in the crook of your neck again, hand moving to wrap around your waist and draw you closer. “There’s no way. You’re too stubborn,” he jested, his stubble tickling your chest as he nibbled at the sensitive skin on your throat.

Once you finished with his hands, you moved onto his face, tending to the small cuts and scrapes. Punz continued his own form of clean-up as he pressed his lips against the inside of your wrist. You knew he was coming off of his fight high and you were waiting on him to rag you about wincing during some of the harder hits. He got off on the idea that your calm and indifferent surface cracked when it came to him.

His hands hooked around the back of your knees, tugging you practically into his lap as you rolled your eyes. His fingers untucked your shirt, slipping between the material and your skin as his lips traveled the length of your jaw. His blunt nails raked down your back, his neediness unmasked by the slight roll of his hips against yours.

You dropped what you were working on, running your fingers into his blond hair as he moaned against your skin. You moved your legs to wrap around his waist, letting him grip onto your hips and press you against his body. He sealed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you with a groan. You tugged on his hair, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

His fingers unbuttoned the rest of your shirt, slipping it off your shoulders as your teeth moved to dig into his shoulder. His hands moved to tug your pants down your thighs. You pushed him back against the bench, balancing yourself on his lap as you settled his hands on your thighs, leaning down to kiss him again.

He gripped onto your hips, driving you to grind against him, a moan of his hand slipping through your lips in praise. Your fingers raked down his chest as you ground your hips against him, making him bite his lips to keep himself quiet.

He pushed himself into you, making you groan as you adjusted to his size, hungry for more friction. As you rolled your hips, his hands moved to your chest. You pulled his arm towards you, pressing your lips to the tattoo across his wrist in your handwriting. "You did so well tonight, baby," you cooed, earning a moan from him at your praise. "I'm so proud of you."

You leaned down, swallowing his lustful noises and you pressing your lips against his as you thrust against him. The tension from the night and the sight of him submitting to you completely.

His head tipped back against the wood, his hips swirling against yours as his mouth opened with a slight whimper. You clenched around him, feeling him throb inside of you. You bit back a smile, watching how easy it was to get him off as his cheeks flushed, a lazy grin on his face as you moved on top of him. "Fuck look how much you want me," you mocked, his hands moving to dig into your hips.

His brows furrowed as he mumbled your name, making you pick up your pace. "Shit, don't stop," he nearly begged.

You curled your hips, leaning down to press your lips to his neck. "You deserve it, my good boy," you husked, tongue flattening against his collarbone as he moaned at the feeling.

He pushed himself to sit up, giving you a new angle as you drove him deeper into you, thrusting against his body and tugging at his hair. He dug his face into the crook of your neck, quietly pleading out your name as if he were confessing his sins to you.

His coarse hands dug into your back, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as your head fell back, moaning about how good he was making you feel.

It didn't take long for him to finish, his hot seed spreading between your legs as he groaned darkly in your ear. You combed your fingers through his hair, letting him roll his hips against yours and ride out his high.

Dream kicked his feet up on Techno’s desk, popping a few jelly beans in his mouth from his position on the other side of Sapnap, the bone tattoos on his fingers making you slightly grateful for Punz's ink choices. Sapnap leaned his head back against the edge of his chair, closing his eyes tiredly as you crossed your legs, flipping through one of the magazines that Techno had stacked in the corner of his office. Punz flexed his hands, still sore from the previous night’s fight, as he watched your skirt ride up your thighs a few centimeters.

The office was silent between the four of you, waiting for the man in charge after he’d called all of you in for an “emergency meeting.” Punz looked over your shoulder at what you were reading and you angled yourself to share the magazine with him, trying to ignore the tension he was building between the two of you as his thigh brushed yours.

The bag of jelly beans in Dream’s pocket made shuffling noises as he moved closer to whisper something to Sapnap, making him chuckle softly. The door swung open, sending the four of you on your feet as Techno’s secretary rattled off what was on his docket for the day. He ran his fingers through his short pink hair, eyes zoning out slightly as he took a seat behind his desk before thanking the woman and sending her on her way. He motioned for all of you to sit.

“My anxiety is through the roof, I just need to know if I’m in trouble first, Tech,” Dream started in, making Punz’s eyes roll and you to let out a small laugh.

Techno began to feather through some of the papers on his desk, pulling on his glasses. His t-shirt flexed against his muscular arms. You were surprised to see him in casual clothes in the middle of the week, but you figured he had plans with Sapnap after the meeting. “No, you’re fine, Dream.”

Dream chewed on one of the jelly beans. “Are you sure, because I can’t figure out why I’d be in here. Like, I’m just,” he paused, leaning forward to look at you before snapping his fingers a few times searching for a word. “What do you call it?”

You scoffed. “A floater. Snap at me again and I’ll break your dick off,” you bit, making Punz subtly cover his mouth to conceal his grin.

Dream winked at you. “Sounds like one hell of a handjob,” he quipped back without missing a beat.

“Dream, shut the fuck up,” Sapnap sighed, looking at Techno as if to urge him to continue. Dream snickered at Sapnap.

Techno cleared his throat. “Okay, now that that’s out of our system,” he pulled a page from the stack. “Dream, I’m giving you more matches to take some of the weight off of Punz.”

You tilted your head. “What?” Techno’s gaze shifted to you as if commanding you to elaborate. “Punz makes you the most money out of all of them. You’re losing profit with Dream.” You weren’t going to sit idly by and let your lover get knocked down a peg. Especially, not for Dream to step up in his place.

Techno nodded. “It looks bad on my part if one of my fighters dies in the middle of a match though, doesn’t it?”

“It’s illegal underground fighting. He knows the risks-” Punz reached over to cover your mouth.

He sighed. “That sounds fine. No less than three a week, though.”

Dream let out a low whistle. “Damn, she let you borrow your balls just for this?”

Punz turned his head to him, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “Hmmm. What does that bracelet say, sweet boy?” Sapnap laughed at Punz’s comment, making Dream punch his arm. Techno shook his head at all of you, settling his glasses on top of his head, pushing his bangs out of his eyes.

“You guys are all simps,” Techno murmured to end the discussion. “Sapnap, I have a new model I want you to test out. Punz, I’m leaving the shop to the two of you while I’m gone.” He gestured between you and Punz before tilting his head to Dream. “I mean this with the utmost respect but, go mutilate your body or something at George’s. I don’t trust you and Punz in the same room for more than ten minutes.”

You snorted and Dream shrugged at his words. As you all stood to leave, Sapnap and Techno began to discuss his new car modifications. “Hey, Dream. Can you get my name?” You teased and he pinched your cheek.

“Right above my ass because I know you’ll be staring at it anyway,” he jested. Punz moved to stand behind Techno’s desk, flipping through his account book. His knuckle tattoos flexed as his fingers searched for a specific tab.

You sighed. “Finally, I’ll have something to look at,” you countered, biting back a smirk. Dream mocked a pained expression before heading out the door. You turned back to Punz, walking behind Techno’s desk as well, your hands running along his black jacket. “You’re quiet today,” you muttered, fingers looping through his thin silver chain to draw it from beneath his shirt. You’d bought it for him for your anniversary a few years prior.

He turned towards you, his deadpan look sending shivers down your spine as his hand wrapped around your wrist. “You think I can’t defend myself?” He dared, eyes flickering with lust and heat as he looked at you. His hand moved to hold your chin, your breath hitching as his lips threatened to brush against yours. “I have half a mind to teach you a lesson for that.” His voice was mellow and low as he spoke to you, making your ears burn red.

His thumb moved to brush against your lip, your mouth opening to take his digit between your teeth almost instinctively. There was no way any of the guys would take you seriously if they knew how whipped you actually were for Punz, which was most of the reason why he let you lead when you were around them.

The other half of him liked when you were scary and in charge.

Punz knocked you against the desk, your torso hitting the wood as you bit back a giggle, gripping onto the edge of the wood as he kicked your legs apart. “Speaking for me like you’re my master,” he jabbed, pushing your skirt further up your waist and grinding against you. He tsked as you moaned, pressing your cheek to the grain, shoving Techno’s pen display to the side.

He gripped the collar of your shirt, snapping a few of your buttons. “Christ, Luke,” you moaned, voice uneven and out of breath. “I’m gonna run out of shirts,” you barely whined.

His lips pressed against your shoulder, nose moving to brush against behind your ear. “Are you complaining, pet?” He hissed, hand settling on the edge beside your own, grinding his hips against yours. You shook your head violently, making him lean off you. The sound of his belt dropping to the floor behind you made your head spin, your knees weak.

His hand brushed over your waistband, dipping below your skirt and smacking the curve of your ass. You whimpered at the impact, heart racing as your body throbbed for his attention. "Filthy slut. You like when I punish you, don't you?" Punz chided, pressing his knee between your legs and knotting his fingers into your hair. You rolled back against his thigh almost as if by instinct, hungry for his antics.

His palm smacked you again, gripping onto the sensitive, burning skin with his strong hand as if it were a trophy for him. Truth be told, you were his trophy, especially when you gave in like you were.

As you heard his zipper, your face flushed, gripping onto the wood as you readied yourself, submitting to Punz's mercy with a grin on your face.

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only you || part iii

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: shower sex, oral (m receiving), snowballing, semi-public sex, mild degradation, spit, squirting, daddy kink

4.1k words

also i forgot to tag them in the last part but thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this!!

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

In the morning, Osamu was once again sliding into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and hummed in your ear as he settled down.

“Good morning, baby,” he muttered.

“Morning,” you mumbled, shimmying closer to him. You yawned and rolled to face him. 

“Beautiful,” Osamu said, kissing your forehead. You smiled tiredly.

“Handsome,” you said, kissing his nose. 

“Shower with me?” He asked. You hummed in agreement. He rolled you out of the bed, pulling you into your attached bathroom.

You pushed your shorts down to your ankles as Osamu pulled your shirt off.

“Cute,” he said, pinching your nipple playfully.

“We should start the shower,” you mumbled as Osamu leaned down in front of you. 

“Mhmm,” he hummed, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.

“Samu,” you breathed as he sucked at your nipple. 

“Just can’t get enough of ya,” he mumbled against your skin.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as he swapped over to your other nipple. 

“Yer sweet, lil’ body, so responsive,” Osamu said as your back arched, pushing your breasts into his face.

You pulled him up by his hair to press your lips together. He stood up, lifting you by your thighs. You wrapped your legs around him as he pushed you against the shower wall.

“Samu,” you moaned. You tugged his hair as he kissed down your neck. “No-no bruises.”

“Just blame Bokuto again,” he mumbled, sucking at your skin.

“At least leave them where I can hide them,” you said. He moved lower, kissing and biting over your breasts.

Osamu pulled back as you whined.

“Shower,” he said. You sighed as you stepped out of the shower and watched as Osamu started the water. Once the water had warmed up, you stepped under the water flow. 

“How can ya stand it that hot?” Osamu complained, following you under the water. He hissed as the water hit his back and quickly spun you around so the water was hitting your back. You laughed.

“Just turn it down, babe,” you giggled, turning the cold water up.

“Just turn it down, babe,” he mocked, caging you against the shower wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Imitation is the highest form of flattery,” you said, pecking his lips. 

He moved in closer to you, deepening the kiss. He lifted you by your thighs, wrapping your legs around him as the warm water coated your body.

“Samu, don’t drop me,” you mumbled against his lips. He lined up his cock with your entrance, teasing you with just the tip.

“Not gonna drop ya, princess,” he grunted. His cock slid into you slowly, drawing a long, low moan from your lips.

“Samu,” you moaned, tightening your legs around him. He rolled his hips against yours, forcing his cock deeper. 

“Feels good, baby?” Osamu asked. “Feels so good havin’ ya wrapped around my cock, princess.”

“Feels good having you in me, daddy,” you said, digging your nails into Osamu’s skin.

“Ah, no marks, princess,” Osamu said, smiling at you teasingly. You kissed him deeply.

“Just not where they can show,” you said, pulling away from him. He buried his face in your neck and smiled against your skin. He snapped his hips up making you moan loudly.

“Samu, please,” you moaned, moving your hips against his. “Wanna cum.”

He reached between you and rubbed your clit in time with his slow thrusts. 

“Not stopping you,” he said. You cried out as your stomach tightened.

“Samu, please!” You cried. “Harder please!”

Osamu rubbed your clit furiously as your walls clenched around him.

“Come on, baby,” he grunted. “Cum around daddy’s cock.”

Your stomach tightened and your walls fluttered as your juices squirted out.

“Cum in me, please, daddy,” you begged as you gushed around him. “Want you to breed me.”

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed as his cock twitched in you. “Want my babies, huh? Want me to knock ya up?”

You nodded as you pressed your chest against his. “Wanna make you a daddy.” Osamu groaned as he emptied his balls into your cunt.

“Fuck, yer too much for me, princess,” Osamu breathed, dick falling limply from you. You laughed as his cum leaked from your hole. 

“Old man,” you teased as Osamu gently set you on your feet.

“Only four years older than ya, princess,” Osamu said, pecking your lips.

You two showered quickly after that as the water continued to cool down. By the time you were stepping out, you were shivering from the cold water.

“Aw, come here, baby,” Osamu said, wrapping a towel around you and pulling you against his body. “Let me warm ya up.”

“Th-thanks,” you stuttered, shivering in his arms.

“Y/n!” You jumped as your mom’s voice rang out. You pushed away from Osamu, stepping into your room where your mom was poking her head in from the hallway.

“Mom! Hi!” You exclaimed, rushing over to stop her from coming all the way in. “What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Had to come back and grab my phone,” she said. “Where’s Osamu? His phone’s in our bedroom but I don’t see him anywhere.”

“I think he said he had to run by the restaurant,” you said. “Must’ve forgotten his phone.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. “Well, I’m going to take the car to work, so let Osamu know when he gets back.”

“No problem,” you said. 

“Bye, sweetie, love you,” she called, walking down the hallway.

“Love you, too,” you called after her. You waited until you heard the car pull away before running back to the bathroom where Osamu was standing, looking like he’d had the most silent panic attack ever.

“She’s gone,” you breathed. “That was a close one.”

Osamu let out a long breath, his whole body relaxing.

“A close one,” he laughed, coldly. “My whole life flashed before my eyes.”

“Tell me about it,” you said. “I thought she was going to come in.”

“We have to start being more careful,” Osamu said. You nodded in agreement. 

“Come on, let’s just get ready, the game’s soon,” you said. You smacked Osamu’s ass as he walked past you. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Osamu said. You smirked at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Who says I can’t finish it?”

“If we miss the subway, I’m going to cry,” you threatened as Osamu slowly got dressed. “Do you want me to cry?”

“I dunno, are you a cute cryer?” He asked, going through his closet to find a shirt.

“I won’t be if we miss the game,” you said, laying back on Osamu’s bed.

“Black or white?” Osamu asked, holding up two Onigiri Miya shirts. 

“Samu,” you whined. “They’re the same shirt!”

“Black or white?” He asked again. You huffed. 

“Black,” you said. “Do you only own Onigiri Miya shirts?”

“Pretty much,” Osamu said, shrugging. He tugged on the shirt and held his hand out for you. You grabbed it and let him pull you into a sitting up position. “Are you sure you don’t want to wear something else?”

You smiled widely as you smoothed down your sundress. “How else am I going to seduce Bokkun to join us for dinner?”

“I’ll kill him if he looks at you for more than three seconds,” Osamu said, pulling you up to your feet. His arms wrapped around you and he held you tightly against his body. “Also, no cutesie nicknames for him.”

“You do know I have to make it believable that he and I hooked up, right?” You asked. 

“Just tell him ya hooked up with someone yer mom won’t approve of, which ya did, and that ya lied to her about who it was, which ya did,” Osamu said. “The best lies are ones that hold a touch of truth.”

“Oh and you’d know all about this, how, Mr. Lies?” You asked, looking up at him. 

“I’ve been avoiding fucking my wife for a week,” Osamu said. “I know how to lie.”

“I’ll remember that,” you said. 

“I would never lie to ya, baby,” Osamu said, pecking your lips. 

“Better not,” you mumbled, kissing him again. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

Osamu’s hand was permanently pulling your dress down as the two of you travelled to the game. At the game, Osamu offered his hoodie to drape over your bare knees after you took a seat.

“Samu, stop,” you hissed as he tugged your dress down in a vain attempt to cover your knees as you sat. “I’m going to end up flashing everyone here my boobs.”

“Well now I have a new fear,” he said, thrusting his hoodie into your arms. “Aren’t ya cold? Put my hoodie on.”

“Will you leave me alone and let me watch the game if I put the hoodie on?” You asked. He nodded, scowling at a guy that had glanced at you a little too long. 

You pulled the hoodie on, content as you watched the game, if not a little warm.

After the game, which MSBY had won 3-1 over the Adlers, you let Osamu lead you down to the court where the boys were all excited to see you.

“Y/n! Did you see my last spike?!” Bokuto exclaimed, spinning you around in a tight hug.

“You were amazing! All of you!” You exclaimed once he sat you down. 

“Y/n, this is our captain, Meian Shugo,” Sakusa said, introducing you to their tall, handsome captain.

“This is Y/n, my new niece!” Atsumu exclaimed, tossing his arm over your shoulders. 

“L/n Y/n, I’m a big fan,” you said, bowing lowly to him. “It’s an honour to meet you.”

“You’re the setter that these guys won’t stop talking about,” Meian said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You smiled widely as the guys made their way to the locker rooms and Osamu was dragging you through hallway after hallway until he shoved you into a supply closet and pushed you down to your knees. 

“Ya look so fuckin’ hot wearin’ my clothes,” Osamu said, undoing his jeans and tugging them down. “I really, really want ya suckin’ my cock, right now.”

You wasted no time, immediately taking the pierced tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the cool, metal of his piercing.

“Bokuto, the fuckin’ idiot, flashed everyone your cute lil’ lace panties,” Osamu growled, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Thought Hinata was gonna cum in his shorts.”

You moaned around him.

“Oh, ya like that? Hinata’s probably jerkin’ his cock right now, jus’ thinkin’ ‘bout yer lil white, lace panties, barely hidden under yer lil dress,” Osamu said, pushing your head down, forcing more of his cock in your mouth. You moaned again, the vibrations drawing a low moan from Osamu’s throat. “S’too bad that’s all he’s ever gonna get. Yer my lil cock whore, isn’t that right, baby?”

You hummed as he let your head up for you to take a breath. As soon as oxygen filled your lungs, Osamu was forcing you back down on his cock.

“Come on, suck my cock, princess,” he groaned. “Before I fuck yer throat.”

You hollowed your cheeks and forced yourself to take more of his cock down your throat. The corners of your lips burned with the stretch and you forced the urge to gag down as you bobbed your head on his cock.

“Fuck, good girl, takin’ daddy’s cock so well,” Osamu groaned. “Should cum on yer fuckin’ face, just to show everyone who ya belong to.”

You clenched your thighs together as you pulled back and teased his piercing with your tongue. 

“Don’t swallow,” Osamu choked out as his cock twitched in your mouth. “Hold it in your mouth.”

You hummed as his cock twitched again.

“Fuck,” he moaned, throatily, as he spilled into your mouth. Your eyes watered as salty cum filled your mouth and leaked down your chin. 

“Come ‘ere,” Osamu said, pulling you up to your feet. He kissed you deeply. You pushed the cum into his mouth and grinned when he pulled back. “Open.”

Your mouth fell open and you moaned as he spat his cum back onto your waiting tongue.

“Swallow,” he mumbled, watching as his cum dripped from your tongue. You swallowed and opened your mouth to show him. “Good girl.”

Osamu pulled his hoodie off of you and wiped your chin clean with it before folding it over his arm.

“Come on, let’s go before they start wondering where we are,” Osamu said, tugging you out of the closet. 

“We still have to talk to Bokkun,” you said, following Osamu closely. 

“Talk to Bokuto about what?”

You jumped nearly in Osamu’s arms when you heard Atsumu from behind you.

“Tsumu! How long have you been there?!” You exclaimed, turning on your heel to face him. 

“Long enough,” Atsumu said. He reached out and wiped at your chin with his thumb. “Heard something about ‘cumming on yer face to show who ya belong to’. Didn’t think he’d actually do it.” Atsumu casually wiped his thumb on his jeans. 

“We can explain,” Osamu said.

“Yer fucking yer stepdaughter,” Atsumu said, crossing his arms.

“I, um, yeah, I guess so,” Osamu said, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s more than that, Tsumu.”

“A whole affair,” Atsumu said. 

“You can’t tell my mom!” You exclaimed. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Atsumu asked, smirking.

“I’ll kill ya,” Osamu threatened.

“Chill out, it was a joke,” Atsumu said, holding his hands up. “Besides, I don’t plan on telling her. Frankly, I don’t care.”

“Ya want something,” Osamu said, narrowing his eyes at Atsumu. 

“Let me have a turn,” Atsumu said. Osamu stepped in front of you, pushing you behind him.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I’d kill ya,” Osamu said. “We’ve shared in the past but Y/n is different.”

“Osamu,” you cooed. 

“I really, really like her,” Osamu said, ignoring you. “Like, it could be love one day.”

You melted a little. Your face softened and you hugged your arms around Osamu’s waist.

“Fine, fine,” Atsumu said. “I won’t say anything. I’ll even be yer cover.”

“What do you want?” Osamu asked. 

“Free food whenever I go to any Onigiri Miya,” Atsumu said. “And maybe just one kiss.”

“Free food for a year and a kiss on the cheek,” Osamu bargained. 

“Free food for a year and a real kiss,” Atsumu said. “With tongue.”

“What are we, in high school?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Free food for two years and a peck,” Osamu said. “And I won’t even kick ya after the kiss.”

“Or hit me at all!” Atsumu said.

“Fine,” Osamu said.

“Deal,” Atsumu said, smirking. “Come ‘ere, doll.”

Osamu stepped to the side, letting you move closer to Atsumu.

“No tongue,” you warned, before leaning in. Atsumu swiped his tongue along your bottom lip as you kissed him. You stomped his foot as you jerked away.

“Worth it,” Atsumu said, smiling victoriously.

“Shut up,” you said as Osamu wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He kissed your temple.

“Hope my cum tastes good,” Osamu said, smirking wickedly. Atsumu’s face dropped as he gagged.

“Ew! Gross, I demand a redo after she brushes her teeth!” Atsumu exclaimed, following after the two of you. You and Osamu laughed loudly as he complained behind you.

“Bokuto couldn’t make it?” Your mom asked as she sat the food on the table.

“That’s why we brought Atsumu to replace him,” you said, smiling widely. 

Atsumu smiled at your mom wryly. “M/n,” he said.

“Atsumu,” your mom said, barely containing her glare. “I’m so glad you could come.”

“I’m sure,” Atsumu said. 

You and Osamu awkwardly loaded food onto your plates as your mom and Atsumu glared at each other.

“So, how was work?” You asked. 

“Oh, it’s terrible!” Your mom exclaimed. “Just the worst!”

“Oh? What happened?” Osamu asked, slurping up his soup.

“I have to work in Tokyo for the next week!” Your mom said. You bit your lip to keep from smiling.

“Oh, no! That’s awful,” you said. “But Tokyo, that’s nice.”

“It’s just now I really won’t get to see you,” your mom said, pouting.

“Maybe I could extend my trip a little,” you said. “That way when you get back we can still have a day or two just us.”

“Oh, as long as Osamu doesn’t mind having you here,” your mom said. 

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Osamu said. “This is her house, too.”

“Okay, then, that’s settled! We have to have a girls day when I get back,” your mom said. “I feel like I’ve just been pawning you off on Osamu this whole week.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t mind,” Atsumu snarked. You kicked him in the shin.

“I don’t mind,” Osamu said. “It’s father daughter bonding.”

“Oh, it’s bonding all right,” Atsumu muttered. You kicked him again. He hissed in pain.

“What was that?” Your mom asked.

“Just said that bonding is nice,” Atsumu said.

“So, when do you leave?” You asked.

“Tomorrow morning, around 5,” she said. “Way before you two will be up.”

“Are you taking the train?” Osamu asked. Your mom shook her head.

“I’m taking the car, hope you don’t mind,” she said. 

“It’s fine, we’ll probably just hang around here, anyway,” Osamu said. 

Atsumu smirked as he sipped his tea. 

“We have that pick up game later this week,” you said. “With Bokkun, Hinata, and Sakusa.”

“It’ll be great, we’re gonna crush you,” Atsumu said.

“You don’t even know the teams yet,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Me, Omi-kun, and Shoyo versus ya, Samu, and Bokuto,” he said.

“That’s not fair! You three are all professionals! You take Samu!” You exclaimed.

“Ya don’t want me on yer team? I’m hurt,” Osamu said, clutching his heart. 

“Against three pros? No, I don’t want you on my team,” you said. “I want Sho-kun!”

“Rock, paper, scissors, loser gets Samu,” Atsumu said, making a fist. 

Your mom laughed as Osamu gasped in offense. 

“Sorry, Samu, but I want to win tomorrow,” you said, holding up a fist. 

In the end, Atsumu ended up stuck with Osamu and was still complaining when he left. 

“Bye, Mom,” you mumbled tiredly as your mom packed her bags in the car. 

“Bye, sweetie,” she said, hugging you tightly. “Tell Osamu I said bye.”

“I will,” you said. As she pulled off, you walked back into the house. You padded down the hallway and almost turned into your room when you remembered Osamu was currently laying down all alone. 

You turned into his room and carefully crawled into his arms.

“Good morning, baby,” he mumbled, pulling you closer to him. 

“Morning, daddy,” you said. You smirked as his eyes opened slightly.

“Oh?” He questioned. You rolled him over to his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Wanna feel you,” you mumbled, rolling your hips against his. 

“G’head, baby,” he said, holding your hips. You ran your hands along his thick chest and stomach, stopping to play with his pierced nipples.

He hissed softly.

“Sensitive?” You asked, pinching his nipple. He nodded. You leaned down and sucked one into your mouth, flicking your tongue against the cool metal. You teased the hardening bud then switched to the other one, only completely pulling away when they were shining with spit and swollen. 

“Pretty,” you muttered. You kissed up his neck, sucking and biting at his slightly prickly skin. 

“D’ya jus’ call me pretty?” Osamu asked as you nibbled at his jawline. 

“You are,” you said, pecking his lips. You shimmied down his body, tugging his briefs off and tossing them to the floor. You palmed his hardening cock until it was bobbing heavily against your hand.

“Wanna ride you,” you said, straddling him again. You ground your wet folds against his cock. 

“I wanna fold ya in half, princess,” Osamu said, holding your hips. “Throw yer legs over my shoulders and pound yer cute, lil pussy until ya cry.”

“No reason we can’t do both,” you said, reaching down to line his cock up with your dripping core. “We have all day.”

“‘m not lettin’ ya leave this bed,” he said. You sank down on his cock with a soft moan. 

“Daddy,” you whimpered as his cock nudged your abused cervix. 

“Take it all, baby, I know ya can,” he said, holding your hips tightly. You let him hold up as he pounded into you, fucking past your cervix with one, quick thrust. 

“Samu!” You moaned loudly, digging your nails into his shoulders. You bounced on his cock in time with his thrusts.

“Takin’ daddy’s cock so well, look at ya,” he grunted. “Such a lil princess, wanting to ride daddy’s cock and not being able to take it all without daddy’s help.”

“S’too big,” you whined as his apadravya dragged against that spongy spot inside you.

“Ya jus’ need a lil’ help, baby,” Osamu said, hands tightening on your hips. “Yer daddy’s little girl, after all.”

You moaned as he pulled you down, your chests flush against each other. He smacked your ass as you bit at his chest. 

“Can feel ya clenchin’ ’round me, go ‘head and cum for me, princess,” Osamu grunted. You cried out, your cunt walls squeezing him as you squirted around his cock.

“Good girl,” he praised before flipping you over to your back. Osamu hovered over you, kissing your lips gently before pushing your legs up against your chest. 

“Daddy!” You cried as he continued to thrust into you. Your legs shook with overstimulation as he pressed two fingers against your clit. 

“Want ya to make a mess for me,” he said, flicking your swollen clit. “Want ya to squirt around my cock again.”

“Harder, Samu, please!” You begged, gripping the white sheets underneath you. Osamu braced himself against the bed as he pounded into you harder. 

“Gonna fill ya up all day,” he grunted. “‘Til yer swollen with my seed. Gonna be all fucked out and dumb when I’m finished with ya. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned, nodding. “Want daddy to breed me until it sticks! Wanna be full of you!”

Osamu grabbed your face roughly, forcing your mouth open. “Tongue out,” he ordered. Your tongue lolled out, drool dripping onto your chin. “Good girl.”

He spat on your tongue before kissing you messily, spit covering both of your chins and thin strands of saliva connecting you two when he pulled away. 

“Gonna cum,” you gasped as he pinched your clit. He leaned up, watching you squirm as he relentlessly rutted into you.

“Squirt around my cock, baby,” he said, strumming your clit. “Come on, daddy wants ya to make a mess on him.”

You let out a high pitched moan as he pressed down on your bladder.

“No, no, daddy, gonna make a mess!” You squealed. 

“Come on, princess,” he muttered, pushing down harder. “Make a mess on daddy.”

You cried loudly as cum gushed out of you, covering Osamu’s stomach and chest.

“Fuck,” Osamu groaned, balls tightening as he painted your walls white. “Good girl.”

You breathed heavily as Osamu pulled out of you and collapsed next to you. 

“Daddy,” you breathed, cuddling into his side. “Didn’t know I could cum that hard.”

“Me either, baby,” he mumbled, pulling you closer to him. “Ya did so good, princess.”

“I made a mess,” you said.

“Just like daddy asked,” he said. “Ya want daddy to clean ya up?”

“Please,” you mumbled. Osamu stood up and lifted you easily, carrying you to the shower. He cleaned both of you off quickly before running a bath in the large bathtub. 

“Ya want anything, princess?” Osamu asked as you leaned back in the large tub.

“Join me,” you said. Osamu climbed in behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You leaned against his chest and relaxed into him. 

“This is so bittersweet,” Osamu said, rubbing his hand over your stomach soothingly.

“Why?” You asked.

“I just wish I had met ya first,” Osamu said. “Before yer mom. Now, I’ll always be the guy that got with his stepdaughter.”

“Hey, you didn’t raise me or anything,” you said. “It’s not like you’re my father figure or anything. You’re only four years older than me. If anything, my mom’s the weird one for marrying a guy her child’s age.”

“I really, really like ya.” Osamu said, nuzzling your neck. “More than I’ve ever liked anyone.”

“I really, really like you, too,” you said, smiling. You rested your hands on Osamu’s as he pressed small kisses up your neck. “I thought you were the most handsome man I’d ever seen when we first met. Nearly took my breath away.”

“I thought ya were the most beautiful woman,” Osamu said. “Couldn’t take my eyes off ya.”

You lifted his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his skin. 

“I’m falling in love with ya,” he mumbled against your skin. “This is the closest to love at first sight anyone has ever been.”

You kissed his hand again.

“What the fuck is this?”

[mypoisonedvine]

The Summer Before College | Marcus Moreno x reader

summary: just because you got some good scholarships doesn't mean you couldn’t use some extra cash.  luckily, babysitting for a family friend has been a steady side gig for you.  rule number one of babysitting: don't let your wandering eye rest for too long on the hot single dad.  

word count: 4.7k

warnings: smut (dub con elements? but she’s into it lol don’t worry), age gap (he’s 40-something, reader’s 18/19), loss of virginity, pussy spanking (like, once), lots of petnames and ‘good girl’s, not a dark fic but kinda pushing it, not explicitly dad's best friend trope but it has that energy and I've decided that he is in fact friends with the reader's dad

a/n: this has basically nothing to do with the movie.  he’s just a hot dad.  don’t overthink it.

You knew the walk to the Moreno's by now: down two blocks from your house, take a right at San Vicente, a left on Birch, a few houses down and you're there.  With your full backpack weighing on your shoulders it felt longer than usual, but you made it anyways and knocked on the front door. 

"It's open!" a voice called from inside, and you turned the knob and swung the door open.

You almost regretted wearing your tiniest jean shorts, from the way Mr. Moreno did a double take when you walked in.  But hey, it was the middle of summer and he would never look at you like that— you were just his daughter's babysitter, ever since you were sixteen; he was probably just surprised to see that you were wearing something other than your school uniform.  Maybe some part of you wished he would look at you like that… 

Missy called your name, tearing you from your thoughts, jumping up when she saw you and beaming as she rushed to give you a hug.  "Hey!" you greeted in return.  

“Thanks again for doing this,” Mr. Moreno nodded in your general direction, apparently already dressed for whatever it was he had to do, slipping on his jacket from where it hung on a hook by the door.  "She's already had dinner, so just homework and bedtime," he explained to you as you nodded dutifully.

"Bedtime?  Dad, I'm not a little kid anymore," Missy rolled her eyes.

"Okay, you're a big kid and you need to be asleep by 10.  It's a school night."

She huffed but didn't protest, and you joined her on the couch because she wanted to show you some drawings she’d done earlier that day.  "Bye, Dad!" Missy waved when he left, and he turned back quickly to blow a kiss in her direction.

Once you helped her finish her homework (frankly, you didn't have to do that much— she's a smart kid), the two of you enjoyed some video games before you finally got her to start getting ready for bed.

It was cute how confident Missy was that she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, only for her to be snoring within five minutes of her head hitting the pillow.  You were envious of how easily she could sleep; you could kill an hour just tossing and turning and readjusting your blanket.  But that wasn’t going to be your problem tonight: you weren’t going to sleep yet, until the man of the house returned, meaning all you had to do was wait.

Even in summer, having already graduated, you had plenty of work to do while you waited for Mr. Moreno.  Knowing what classes you had in the fall, you bought your textbooks a bit early and planned on reading them all before the semester began.  You’d already gotten through Philosophy Through the Ages and now you continued from where you left off in the middle of Introductory Physics.  

What surprised you was that you had time to finish that one, too.  You had anticipated that Mr. Moreno would be back before you made it to the module on fluid dynamics, but you reached the index at a quarter past midnight and he was still gone.  You shrugged and picked up the next one— A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry— hoping he was alright and that he’d be back soon.

You had to make yourself some coffee when 1 a.m. rolled around; tired, anxious, and distracted, you realized this was probably not the best state to be attempting to study in, but you didn’t feel like you had a choice.  You didn’t want to fall asleep here, you’d promised to watch Missy and you couldn’t exactly do that while asleep… plus, he would probably be back any minute now.  Sure, you’d been saying that to yourself for nearly an hour and a half now, but it was more true than ever.

It was another hour and a half, though, until his car pulled into the driveway and he pushed through the front door, prompting you to set aside your textbook.

“Good evening,” you greeted, standing up.  He looked a little disheveled— but it worked for him, with that curly hair all messed up in just the right way.  Maybe it was just that it was late or that it was the rare time you saw him without Missy around, but there was a darkness about him now, not sinister so much as just purely intimidating.  It was like you hadn’t really taken him seriously before, and now you were appreciating that you should have.

“She’s asleep?” he assumed, glancing over to the hallway which his daughter’s bedroom was positioned at the end of before slipping his jacket off and hanging it by the door.

“It’s half past two, so… I really hope so,” you chuckled.

“Shit, is it that late already?” he groaned, glancing at his watch.

“Did you not notice?”

“I.. got carried away.”

You didn’t want to know what he’d been out so late for.  It was none of your business, and you figured you were better off without any secrets to keep— you’d never been so good at keeping secrets, even your own.

“Been studying this whole time?” he noticed as he glanced at the textbooks on the couch, grinning a little.  It sort of felt like he was mocking you, and it made your cheeks warm as you nodded.  “What a good girl.”

That made a cold tingle crawl up your spine.  Sure, other students had called you that before, and plenty of your teachers, but when he said it, like that… it felt entirely new.  “I try,” you managed to respond eventually.

“You’ll do well in college, I bet.”

“You think so?” you beamed.

“Yeah,” he nodded confidently.  There was something comforting about the way he smiled at you; yet, there was something predatory about the way his eyes glanced down your body and back up slowly.

As you turned and bent over to pick up your textbooks off the couch, you could tell that he had stepped closer; you could just barely hear the soft noise of his footsteps on his carpet, just barely feel the warmth of him behind you, just barely pick up on the slow, thoughtful breath he took in and out through his nose.

Standing back up slowly, you felt him do it again, right against your neck.

“M-Mr. Moreno,” you stammered, shivering when his hands gripped you on either arm.  Not a tight grip, per se, but one that made his strength obvious.

“You don’t have to call me that,” he breathed.  “Not when we’re alone.”

Not that you really had any plan on how to respond to that, but if you had, it would've been forgotten as his lips brushed over your neck, leaving teasing kisses in a trail over your pulse.

"Wait—" you blurted out instinctively when his hands moved to your waist, cut off by your own shaky sigh and suppressed moan.  “What if she wakes up?” you questioned anxiously, glancing down the hallway and hoping you wouldn’t find Missy there, watching her dad feeling you up— and you letting him, not just that but enjoying it.  Of course, the hallway was deserted, but you couldn’t feel certain it would stay that way.

“She won’t,” he assured.  “Not if you can be a good girl and stay quiet.”

You made a little whimpering noise as you wondered if you could.  You didn’t know how, really; you were good at being quiet when you were alone, but being alone had never felt like this.  Forbidden, sexy, terrifyingly wonderful… nothing had ever felt like this.

“Do you want me to stop?” he purred, sounding like he already knew the answer.

“No,” you answered a little too quickly, “please… please don’t stop.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” he grinned.  “Tell me what you do want.”

“I want…” you sighed and started over again, willing yourself to speak your thoughts aloud even though they made a pit of guilt sink in your stomach.  "I want you to make me feel good."

You knew it was a sort of childish way of putting it, even before he laughed at your statement, but you weren't sure what else to say.  "Yeah?  I can do that," he decided.  "But I can make you feel good in so many ways…" he trailed off as his right hand slipped lower and lower, finally landing between your legs as you gasped.  Two fingers slid over the crotch of your shorts, and somehow he managed to bump against something that made electricity shoot up your spine and your hips buck into his touch of their own accord.  You felt his smile widen as his teeth grazed against the sensitive skin of your neck.  "You'll have to be more specific," he finally finished.  "How do you want me to make you feel good?"

"Inside me," you whined, "I want you inside me."

There was a sudden shift as it seemed like the control he had over you suddenly did not extend to himself; he growled a bit and pulled you into him, and you could feel the hard shape of his cock, through his trousers and your shorts.  You could feel it pressed just above your ass and it made you squirm against his embrace.  "Feel what you do to me?" he grunted, and you nodded quickly.  "Good."

He spun you around quickly, pulling you close to him and burning right through you with those brown eyes darker than ever, but just as you thought he might kiss you, he spoke instead.

“My bedroom’s upstairs,” he informed you quietly.

You just nodded, following him as he pulled you along through the house, up the stairs and past the door to the master bedroom of the house.

Now that you hadn’t seen it coming, of course, was when he chose to grab you and kiss you suddenly.  It was rough and passionate and nothing like you could've imagined; you were certain you'd never been kissed like this, like he needed to kiss you more than he needed anything.  

Your arms slipped around his neck as he pushed you back against the wall, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist as he kicked the door shut behind the two of you.  Little moans were muffled by the kiss— and it took you a minute to realize they were yours.  You didn’t even sound like yourself; probably because you’d never felt like this before, and therefore had never had any reason to sound like this.

You could feel his cock between your legs, though unfortunately not in the way you wanted.  Still, it drove you wild to have him so close like this, to try to imagine how the thick shape you were feeling would ever fit inside you.

His hands were so strong and thick that you worried they’d stretch out your tank top just by reaching under it— well, that is you would have worried about that if you could think about anything else but his hands reaching under your tank top.  He didn’t even waste his time touching you over your bra, instead making quick work of the clasps with one hand before coming back to grope one breast in his palm, then the other.  Just that was enough to make you run your fingers into his hair, but a little pinch to your raised nipple made your fists tighten and pull— you didn’t mean to, and you were just about to feel bad about it until he growled a little.  It seemed like a growl of approval, considering he pinched your nipples harder to make you do it again.  

“Feels good?” he asked with annoying (yet arousing) confidence.

“S-so good,” you slurred, stumbling over your words as you tried to think as clearly as possible through the thick haze of pleasure clouding your mind. 

As he guided you to set your legs down and unhook your arms from around his neck, you felt a bit like a doll being posed; when he pulled your top over your head and your bra from your arms, you felt like a doll being undressed.  You sort of didn’t mind it; you were happy to let him take the lead, confident he knew at least 100% more about this than you did. 

He knelt down before you as he roughly pulled at your tight jean shorts, his knuckles nearly bruising your hips as he stripped you.  Your underwear were not the pair you would’ve worn if you had known somebody was going to see them, just a plain dark blue color that made you feel so drab as he came face-to-face with them.  He didn’t seem to mind much, grinning up at you as he slipped his fingers under them and pulled them down, too.  Your face was so hot and yet your legs were breaking out into goosebumps simultaneously, and a shiver rolled up your body when he growled at the sight of your body laid bare for him.  Before you could even process it, he stood up and grabbed you, tossing you back onto the bed and spreading your legs.

“Fuck, what a pretty little pussy,” he praised with a smile that made you feel a little light-headed, swirling a few fingers over your swollen button until pulling them back to spank you there— it wasn’t even that hard, but you yelped and jolted and he laughed darkly.  “So sensitive,” he purred, his words walking a fine line between a compliment and a taunt, “so wet.”

Another finger slipping down to your entrance proved him right, your arousal plentiful as his touch glided through your folds.  

Suddenly overcome with a moment of bravery, you sat up and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, making him smile down at you.  “Let me help you,” he offered as he worked the buttons instead, freeing you to try to open his belt.  “Look at you, acting so desperate…”

At this point, you weren’t even offended by that; you wanted him so bad that you didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed by it anymore.  

He slipped the shirt off of his shoulders just as you finished opening the belt.  He pushed your hands away, and now you could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he held you down by your wrists.  “You’re getting ahead of yourself, señorita,” he purred.

Why did feeling powerless to him turn you on so much?  There was no real fear to it— you knew and trusted him, you would never have developed your misguided crush on him if you didn’t— and yet there was a strong edge of uncertainty as he kissed your neck and moved down your chest, between your breasts before he stopped to kiss those, too.

“Oh god,” you breathed, and he smiled against your skin before sitting up and staring down at you.  It wasn’t apparent if it was distant streetlights or the moonlight shining in through the window, but either way it cast a cold blue light into the room that reflected as a glimmer in his eyes. 

“Not gonna make you wait any longer,” he promised in a low voice, reaching down to push his unbuttoned belt and trousers to his thighs— those thick, muscular thighs that made your lip catch between your teeth.

Your breath caught, too, but in your lungs this time as his cock was exposed: thick, swollen, veiny… it looked picturesque, if thoroughly intimidating.  You couldn’t figure out if you wanted to move towards it or sheepishly crawl away.

"Why do you look scared?" he asked, his voice so much deeper than you remembered it from before, even if there was genuine concern somewhere in his tone.

"Is it gonna hurt?" you asked instead of answering.

"Baby…" he sighed huskily, "are you a virgin?"

You bit your lip and looked away, irritated that you hadn't managed to hide your fear enough to keep your secret.  

He sighed, your silence apparently answer enough.  

"Do you not want to, anymore?" you asked anxiously, afraid you had completely killed the mood.  Part of the reason it'd taken you this long to lose it was specifically because people seemed intimidated by the idea of being your first.

"No, no, I— no," he asserted sternly.  "I just need to… change my approach, slightly.”

He leaned down a bit, hovering over you as he trailed his hand up your leg, rubbing the inside of your thigh before finally drawing circles over your aching clit with his thumb, causing you to shiver and moan quietly.

“And, to answer your question, it won’t hurt.  Not if I get you good and ready for me,” he explained, pushing just one finger into you— and even that small of a stimulation made your eyes flutter shut, with his fingers being so much thicker and stronger than yours.

The second made your fists clench around the satin-y sheets beneath you.  You didn’t dare open your eyes, knowing you’d find him staring down at you and you weren’t ready for that, weren’t ready to see his reaction to your body in such a vulnerable state.  You could hear his reaction, though, with the rough groans and satisfied sighs he let out as he pumped his fingers into you.

When three fingers filled you, your eyes shot open.  “Fuck!” you yelped.

He smiled but slowed down, apparently taking some pity on you— but not enough to stop him from pressing down harder on your clit.

Just when you figured he’d warmed you up enough and he’d fuck you like he promised, he slid lower and the bed and bent down, adding his tongue into the mix with his fingers.  It was… overwhelming, and hot, not just psychologically but literally: it was physically hot, as in temperature.  How was his mouth so warm against you, and his fingers so warm inside you?

When he latched his lips around your clit and sucked on it, you saw stars.  Energy gathered in your gut and burned so bright that you thought you might explode.  Really, it was more like an implosion as the coil inside you snapped and your thighs accidentally clamped down on his hand.  It didn’t faze him though, it didn’t even slow him down as he moaned a little against you and curled his fingers even harder.  You didn’t remember reaching down to grab his head, you just felt his hair between your fingers as you pulled it roughly, gasping his name.

When he did stop, sitting up and wiping his face with the back of his hand, you just looked back up at him as you caught your breath.  He laughed, and you realized you were gawking unintentionally.

“I’m guessing you’ve never come like that before?” he ventured.  You didn’t know if ‘like that’ meant from oral or just so suddenly and intensely, but it was true either way so you nodded.

When he reached down to grip his cock with the same hand still wet with your slick, you held your breath without realizing it.  “Please put it in me,” you whimpered.

“I will,” he assured as he guided the head of it through your slick folds, stopping to tease your clit as you jolted from the contact on the sensitive nerves.  Something surreal and indescribable tingled under your skin— you could hardly believe that this was happening, let alone with him, with Mr. Moreno.  Or, Marcus.  You were on a first-name basis by now, surely.

He pushed forward in one smooth, slow stroke until he was all the way inside you, his body filling yours to the brim as you quivered from the sensation of being stretched so wide.  

“Am I hurting you?” he asked roughly.

“...almost,” you answered hesitantly, unsure how to describe the sensations you were feeling; not exactly pain, but not not pain.  The favorite pain you’d ever felt in your life, easily.

He chuckled as he gripped your hips a little tighter.  "I'm gonna move now," he announced.  You nodded your approval, sighing shakily as he pulled his hips back and you felt the intoxicating friction of his cock against your walls.  

"Ffffuck," you whimpered, gasping when he slammed his hips forward again.  Your eyes rolled back in your head when he pushed as deep into you as he could with each thrust, still measured but not exactly gentle as he set a pace faster than you’d prepared for.  But it was good, god it was so fucking good you weren’t sure what to do with yourself.  "Marcus," you sighed, barely recognizing your own voice when it was heavy with need and arousal like this.

He grinned when he heard his name cross your lips, grinding his hips against yours for emphasis until you were forced to arch your back.  "You like it rough, don't ya, honey?"

You nodded, confident that you liked it however he was doing it.

"Fuck, I knew it.  Knew as soon as I saw you."

Before you could wonder what he meant by that, he was already moving fast enough to make your head spin.  You had never had anything so deep inside you before, and when he pushed your legs up and back against your chest, you had no choice but to scream with pleasure.

Just before you reached the peak of it though, his hand clamped down over your mouth to muffle the sound.  "Gotta be quiet," he reminded you through his teeth before relaxing his hand a bit so you could still be heard somewhat

"I can't," you whined, "Marcus, please, I can't stay quiet—"

"You have to."

"Feels too good," you whimpered your excuse.  "F-fuck, slow down, I won't be able to stop it—"

He cut you off with a kiss, slow yet dominating, and your moans were muffled by his lips.  You still sounded so loud in your own head, but at least your cries weren't echoing against the walls of his room anymore.

What was echoing were the sounds of skin slapping on skin as he pounded into you, roughly finding every delicate spot within you and making the backs of your thighs sore as his hips slammed into them.  It forced your hands to grip at his muscular shoulders and your nails to dig into the skin there.  You hoped there would be little half-moon shaped marks there tomorrow, maybe one would even scar so he'd have your mark on his body forever; after all, he'd carved a permanent space in your body by taking your virginity.  Even if you couldn't dream of being as special to him as he was to you, you liked the idea of giving him something that he couldn't give back.

That energy was building again, different from before but no less powerful and persistent.  "I'm gonna— fuck, I'm gonna come, I'm so close," you whispered.

“Yeah?  Go ahead," he encouraged.  "I wanna see you fall apart just for me, wanna feel you come around my cock."

You hadn't realized he'd be able to feel it, and the idea of that was so filthily beautiful that it pushed you over the edge, your whole body tensing up in sudden waves of pleasure so intense that it made your eyes water.

Through the static filling your ears, you heard his low, husky voice encouraging you: "Good girl, just like that, don't fucking stop."

You'd always been powerless to his voice, but this was another level.  It was as if your body understood and met his demands, continuing to ride the peak of your sensation so long as he growled in your ear just right.  

It was much too tender, the way he brushed the stray hair away from your face, the way he kissed your slack mouth again, the way he held you tighter and mumbled more praises to you.  It was more romantic than it had any right to be, and you had to bite back the words of affection threatening to spill out of your mouth.

I love you, you wanted to tell him, I've loved you for years, but it was beyond inappropriate.  You didn't want to play the role of the innocent virgin who thinks sex means being in love and lets herself catch feelings for the older man who is just taking what he wants and, at best, doing her a favor so she doesn't have to go off to college and get her cherry popped there.  Maybe that was accurate, but that wasn't who you wanted to be.  

You wanted to be sexy, and mature, and in control.  You wanted to play a new rule, one that still felt foreign and yet closer than ever.  So you wrapped your legs around his hips and held him deeper in you, smiling with a little growl of your own.

"I want you to come inside me," you informed him with a purr, loving the little moment of shock that passed over his face before he groaned, fucking you a little faster and more erratically.

"Fuck, really?" he rasped.

You bit your lip as you looked up at him through half-lidded eyes and nodded.

"You're on the pill?"

Another nod, this one finished off with a shiver as you wondered how much more of this your body could take.

He grinned and picked up the pace again, his moans getting a little louder with each movement.  "Fuck, I'm gonna come— gonna fill up your tight little pussy, is that what you want?"

You nodded feverishly, already close to the edge again as you imagined what it would be like to have his come in you for the rest of the night.  Was he going to make you walk home with it leaking out from between your legs?  Why did that idea make your inner muscles involuntarily tighten around him?

With a string of curses and a grip on your thigh tight enough to bruise, he reached his own peak and you felt his cock flex and pulse inside you, a new warmth filling your gut from the inside out.  

It's hard to say how long the two of you stayed like that, since you were busy basking in the afterglow (and, less enjoyably, worrying about the consequences that tomorrow morning would bring).

When he pulled out and collapsed beside you, you wondered if you should get up and get dressed.

"Stay here tonight," he instructed you, as if somehow a response to your internal thought.  "Your folks won't freak out if you're out all night, right?"

"I'll just tell them I slept over at your place," you shrugged.  With a confused look from him, you clarified: "on the couch."

"Right," he nodded as he wrapped you in his arms and pulled you closer, letting you rest your head in the crook of his neck.  In this way and in so many others, it was how you expected (and hoped) losing your virginity would go: someone you trust and who cares about you, with enough attention on you that you didn't feel much pain, plus cuddling afterwards.  But, in even more ways, it was unlike what you'd ever thought possible: it felt incredible and you came so hard that your ears were still kind of ringing, you didn't use a condom or even think to mention it, and finally— and most absurdly— it was with Marcus fucking Moreno.

Frankly, considering his performance earlier, "fucking" very well could be his middle name.

"You should sit for me again next week," he suggested quietly.

"Do you have somewhere to go?"

"No," he grinned, "but I'll be sure to come back real late, after she's gone to bed, so I can show you all the other ways I can make you feel good."

"H-how many ways are there?!"

He just laughed, pulling you closer and placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.  “Oh, sweetheart… so smart, but so innocent.  We can fix that.”

You weren’t sure entirely which of those two things he intended on fixing.

[obeymeluv]

QUICK! KISS ME! [Bros x Reader]

A lead-up blurb before I go to bed.

School is killing me. This has been in the drafts far longer than I wanted.

No offense if your name is Bethany. It’s a name I picked at random.

The follow-up piece will have the kiss scenarios.

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Some of Asmo’s friends may have used you to get into a special makeup event, but it’s okay! They bought you a lip gloss as a thank you! The shade ‘Sealed with a Kiss’ was not what you thought it’d be

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Being one of the first humans in the Devildom could be uncomfortable and sometimes down-right dangerous! It also had its perks. To you, that meant being close with the Seven Lords of Hell (and Diavolo). To other lesser demons and classmates, you were kind of a ‘get out of jail’ free card.

Were they late to class? Oh, just helping the human out!

Caught sneaking in food or drink when they weren’t supposed to? It’s to split with the human, of course! They thought you’d love to try it!

Everyone was keen not to overuse it and you’d actually made good friends this way. It was starting to feel less like an excuse and more of a way to be included. You were the friendly, reliable human that had won hearts and saved some asses. As a thank you, one of your closer friends (a repeat offender for lateness), invited you out to an exclusive makeup release. She was a VIP member and had early access an hour before the store opened to the Devildom public. 

The fact that she chose you, a human, over some LITERAL century-old friends caused a bit of tension but she could care less. “I’ve seen them every day for over a hundred years. You get one year, and we’re going to make it awesome!” Bethany breezed through the store at a dizzying pace, picking through concealers and opening a box of mascara to look at the packaging. She moved at a pace only demons could manage; you thought you saw her by the nail polish display but when you looked again she was throwing sheet masks in her basket. Hooking her arm with yours, she picked up some foundation on the way back to the coveted display of lip glosses and lipsticks.

You weren’t totally versed in the differences between Devildom makeup and human world makeup. In all honesty, there didn’t seem to be a difference. Bethany swatched powdery cream lipsticks on her wrist and followed with ribbons of liquid lipstick. Every now and then she dotted them on your arm; she was adamant about finding a shade the both of you could wear as your thing.  

“This one,” she decided, waving the tube at you and booping your nose with it carefully. “This is our color!” she took you by the hand and joined the checkout line. She had two in her hand but refused to let you so much as hold one, wanting to pay for it first. It wasn’t technically breaking the purchase limit rule; if they tried to nag her she’d just say she was holding onto it so another demon didn’t bully you out of it. You didn’t know if it was her VIP status or the fact that her defense made sense, but you were able to check out without a problem.

A few sour faces and mean glares met you outside but Bethany ignored it all, eager to have a Devilgram-worthy celebratory snack break (snack victory? You know, since you got the makeup?) The plan was to eat, hold down a table at the nearby cafe while her other friends shopped, and have group makeovers (or try-ons) before calling it a day. That plan was interrupted three bites into a croissant sandwich when Lucifer summoned you back to the House of Lamentation. He’d gotten wind of all the girls you’d be with and didn’t feel totally comfortable letting you hang out with them,

Had Barbatos seen something? Did Lucifer feel spurned that you weren’t hanging out with the Seven Lords of the Devildom? He gave no answer, simply asking you to stay put while someone came to escort you back to the house. Bethany was put off by the turn of events but few people dared to complain about the Seven Lords due to their connections with Diavolo (she was no exception). “If we can’t get the full makeover, we’re getting the selfie!” she declared, deftly breaking the seal to her Sealed with a Kiss gloss and swiping it on with help from the front-facing camera on her D.D.D

You busied yourself with opening your tube. Before you could ask for her phone (since the camera was already open), she took the tube from you and tilted your chin up. She dabbed the center of your lips playfully before carefully tracing your lips with the color. The heat rose in your cheeks and she smirked. Being part succubus, she could draw energy from emotions like embarrassment and the feeling of being flattered. Her fingertips pulsed under your chin as she drew on that energy. 

Getting energy sucked could feel like a lot of things -- being light-headed, getting a rush of excitement, all prickly and tingly like your whole body was pins and needles. Whatever it was, it usually faded into drowsiness and kittenish contentment. She probably only touched your chin for seconds but the wash of coziness had you melting against your chair, your cheek cradled in her palm. 

Did she take the pic? What was happening? It felt like Asmodeus had materialized out of thin air, helping you stand and making small-talk with Bethany before pulling you away, out of her aura that was trying to suckle the vestiges of happy energy you offered.

“And what shade did you get on those pretty lips, hm?” the cotton fell out of your head and ears, allowing you to really hear Asmo now that the aura effects had worn off.

“Uh,” you fished around in your bag and looked at the packaging. “Sealed with a Kiss.”

Asmodeus stopped so abruptly it’d almost yanked you back to him. The two of you were barely tangled at the pinkies and now he’d completely laced your hands together. He held your hands captive, drawing them up in surprise and basically dragging you into his torso. You were forced to look up into glittering pink eyes and if you didn’t know any better, they looked a little panicked.

“How long ago did you apply it?”

“I don’t know.” you blinked helplessly at him. That energy suck thing had a way of making your brain tune out and turn to pudding. That aside, who knows how long Asmo stood there and talked to Bethany while you were being siphoned?! “Bethany applied it, not me.”

Asmo clicked his tongue, huffed, resigned himself to only holding one hand. and started scrolling on his D.D.D to find that selfie Bethany posted. You were being dragged along like a child as Asmo’s shoes clicked towards the House of Lamentation. It amazed you how well he could navigate his D.D.D with his long, painted nails. 

Whatever he was looking for, he found it.

Asmodeus tucked his D.D.D into his pants pocket, scooped you up in a way that terrified and amazed you (two people being supported by one set of heels?), and flew to the House of Lamentation. He didn’t always use his wings, as he preferred to decorate them and maintain them with oils, but the fact that he was flying made you nervous.

What had he found? What was the deal?

“Asmo--” you started nervously, the flapping of his wings nearly drowning you out as he pushed himself. Flying against the wind didn’t help. Your hair was a mess and the wind was in your face; the Devildom was always a little chilly but now it was enough to make your face tingly.

“She gave you enchanted makeup. There is a reason humans don’t use enchanted makeup.” Asmo’s pretty brows furrowed as he cut a hard angle and glided over a portion of the square. The tell-tale thicket of trees that lined the winding path back to the House of Lamentation were on the edge of the horizon.

“What’s going to happen?” should you ask that? Did you really want to know?

“You’ll feel something in your lips--some people felt tingling, some people felt pulsing, it can be anything, I think--and then they’ll seal shut.”

“SHUT?!” you yelped. It was enough to make Asmo wince. The startle carried over to his wings; they shuddered and locked; the two of you dropped for a heartbeat or two before he corrected himself.

“If I can’t get some makeup remover on it first.” Asmo panted, tucking his wings in and preparing for a quick descent. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought to teleport first--the panic? Trying to one-up Bethany by walking home and being extra cute with hand-holding?--but a quick touch down could roll into a simple skip teleportation and everything should work out!

“But my lips are already tingly!”

“Ugh, Bethany! I can’t believe you! I mean, I can because it’s you, but really, Bethany?”

“Asmo, focus!” you’d already skipped several feet ahead, clearing the front yard in two teleports. The third put you in the foyer. “I don’t want my lips to seal shut!”

The House of Lamentation was huge but when the occupants had supernatural hearing, that exclamation turned heads. 

“What’s this about your lips sealing shut?” Lucifer appeared at the top of his stairs, his head already shaking.

“DID YOU MAKE A PACT WITH A WITCH?!” Mammon screamed down the hall, clearly not far behind.

Asmo scoffed, lowering his D.D.D with a pout. He was halfway up the main stairs, fingers working at lightning speed. “It’s the lip color!” he explained, stomping his foot. Noisy people were just so annoying! If everyone was talking he couldn’t explain! How rude! 

“All this over some makeup?” skeptical Satan peered over the banister, book and arm casually propped up on it.

“If two people apply the color and kiss, they’re locked in a makeout session until it dries down. When one person applies the lip color, they can use it like a cheat sheet to see who secretly wants to kiss them,” his words tapered out from authoritatively informed to quiet and shy. “It’s from their ‘Liquid Love’ collection.” he muttered into the stunned silence of the room.

You were trying to open your lips and ask why. The magic had already taken hold. Asmodeus could see you trying to move your lips and strain your chin. Luckily, demons could read minds. “It’s because Bethany is stupid.” Asmodeus rolled his eyes. “Ambitious, but stupid.”

“Please explain, Asmo.” even when using the dear nickname Lucifer couldn’t hide the demand. His demon aura was creeping up his body and slowly becoming jagged and suffocating.

“Bethany has had a HUGE crush on our little human here, and wanted to seal it with a kiss, so to speak.” Asmo’s cheeks got pinker and pinker as he explained. Mostly because he was mad he didn’t think about it. His heart did something funny at the thought of you kissing someone else. Lucifer also looked like he wanted to murder someone about now, and Asmo had to remind himself that he was being looked through, not looked at.   

“Just grab a napkin and wipe it off.” Mammon shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Asmodeus shook his head angrily. “It’s too late now. We need to find someone for them to kiss! Someone’s lips will break the seal on theirs...that’s kind of the point of the enchantment.”

“So they just pick someone to kiss?” Levi’s face was turning tomato red. Would it be him?! It would at least be one of them, right? What if your person wasn’t in the House of Lamentation and you NEVER SPOKE AGAIN?!

“Sort of.” Asmo patted your shoulders with his gentle, smooth hands. He started to rub them like he was trying to warm you up. Partly in encouragement and partly to get your attention because he could feel your brain spiraling down into panic. “They basically follow their mouth.”

“So that lip color is like a crush detector?” Satan abandoned his book at the top of the stairs and was now perusing articles on his D.D.D as he sauntered down the steps. It sounded like he’d found the one that sent Asmo flying to the House of Lamentation.

“Basically.” Asmo sighed. It was the stupidest way to confess to someone, he thought. Demon to demon, it was fine. Demon to human?! NO! The whole thing gave him a headache. The fact that Bethany thought she could just steal your little lips and be greedy with them was the biggest annoyance of it all.

“So,” Satan’s green eyes cut sharply from his phone to you. The corner of his lips curled up in a smart little smirk. He knew it was wrong to find your predicament so funny, but this was a very human thing to get mixed up in. “Who do your lips want? Who do you feel yourself being drawn to?”

[tommyspeakycap]

again, your new john stones fic blew me away!!! Amazing. Please feel free to write about him all day every day!! <3

thank you again!! here’s another sweet one inspired by my own 1am experience tonight :) i wish I had a john stones

My hero

Your heart is quite literally thundering in your chest. There’s no feeling like it, this kind of fear that sticks you to the ground beneath your feet. You honestly feel like you can’t catch your breath, tears streaking down over your flushed cheeks as you hold your phone in your right hand with trembling fingers, one thumb finally letting go of the little microphone shaped drawing in your iMessages app. Even the whooshing sound of the message you knew was about to send to your best friend catches you off guard, making your shoulders clench and raise in fright.

“Are you seriously alright??”

She texts back, her confusion and teasing is something you know is laced into those letters across the screen creating a glow in the dim room. You roll your eyes at her, trying to keep your vision up while sending another voice note back; “No, seriously. Why does this only ever happen when I’m alone??”

“Probably because you live alone?” She replies back, and you curse yourself for a choice of friends who clearly have no empathy for what you consider to be a very serious situation. You know you won’t hear the end of this teasing once it’s all over. But the fear to you is all too real.

“(Y/n) I got your text! Came right here, are you alright?”

The sudden voice makes you literally clench your entire body, nearly shooting off the floor in fright and making one of those internalised fear noises that sounds like you just been attacked with a taser. You hear keys dropping down by the door and then a pause of his footsteps as you try to catch your breath. Your heart swells a little at the thought of him being here.

“John!” You yelp, your voice coming out something more like a strangled cry. The tall defender hears that sound and finds himself in panic, those long legs carrying him quickly and easily up the stairs of your small home until he spots you standing now in the doorway of your bedroom. He rushes towards you, seemingly checking you over for potential injuries the best he can in the darkness only broken by the lowest setting of flashlight on your phone. The first thing he notices when checking over your face with his hands is the wetness still making its way over your cheeks.

“Are you alright? what happened? Is there someone in there? Are you okay? Did someone hurt-“

You cut off his rambling with a finger over his lips, creating even more confusion for the fluffy haired brunette who had very clearly rolled himself out of bed to hurry over here. He was wearing shoes without socks, dirty shorts from training that he’d thrown off before going to bed only to pull back in to come to your, and an old sweater that usually sat somewhere downstairs in the closet closest to the door. It was obvious he had come in a wild rush the second he got your erratic message.

“It’s a wasp, John!” You whisper, as if the little creature that sitting on your lightbulb unwilling to move from the place you couldn’t reach and wouldn’t dare to even if you could, was able to hear you.

“A wasp?” John repeats incredulously. “Seriously?”

You nod vigorously, and and as much as the exhausted footballer wants to complain or even sigh at you, he doesn’t. Maybe he can’t. Because he’s got his arms around you and he definitely can feel you quivering against him. He had expected something more along the lines of a one night stand gone wrong or even someone breaking it, but as his consciousness began to catch back up with his previously very sleepy self, it made a lot more sense. In the event of a break in, you would probably have been bloody calmer than you are now to be honest. John had seen you after a pretty dangerous car crash completely still and relatively calm as you gave statements to police officers with blood still trickling down your face. But put an insect in your path and you scaled the closest thing to you for protection.

It just so happened that closest thing was often John Stones, and he was happy to be that person really.

It has become a norm between the two of you in the years you had been friends. Winter was the worst for spiders, but he generally didn’t mind the mildly irritating insects. He just got rid of them one way or another while you hid as far as you could get and then he’d come get you when the coast was clean. But you hated summer for this particular reason.

Wasps.

They fly in, fly into things and somehow never make it back on the window on their own despite it being the most easy thing one could ever imagine. Then, they try and sting you as if they aren’t in your house. They just creep you out, even the sight of them with their nasty little bodies. Bees aren’t a problem, they’re fuzzy looking and don’t intrude in your home nearly half as much. Also, they don’t try to sting you all the damn time.

“Where abouts?” He asks, his voice showing no hint of any destain or irritation he may harbour. “On the light,” you tell him shakily, following close to him back as you both enter the room. “Right up there- careful!”

John sniggers a little to himself, much to your dismay. He kicks off his shoes by your bedside table and climbs up onto the bed with ease on those ridiculously long legs. By luck, chance or both, he has some toilet paper in his hoodie pocket that he’d probably used to wipe his nose or something like that earlier, he can’t remember. He holds it out at arms length, only inches away form the unsuspecting black and yellow insect. “Where?” He asks again, “I can’t see anything.”

“There!” You insist, pointing up with a shaking finger. “I don’t see anything (y/n).” He repeats, making you whimper slightly, more tears suddenly appearing as you try to come to terms with the fact it might’ve moved while you were outside the room. The thought of having to sleep in your house while not knowing where it was would send you absolutely mental. “It was there I swear, look-“

“Ahhh, I got it. Stand back.”

He leans forward with relative ease, careful with the force he used so close to a live electric source and grips the buzzing creature in his tissue. “There we go,” he hums, stepping down from the bed. “All go-“

As if on cue, it flies out of the paper and you let loose a literal shriek as you dive backwards, crashing into the wall and then jumping forward in fright at that. “Woah!” John calls, “it’s alright, it’s right there. Calm, calm. Take a deep breath. Look,” he tries to calm you. That deep accent with his fatigue coating each word seeps into you, carefully calming your firing heart as he grabs it tighter from the floor, making sure he squashed it this time and immediately takes it to flush it down the toilet. John doesn’t know if you’re supposed to kill them or not, but at this moment in time he genuinely does not care. Was he fuck going to chase a wasp out of a window at half past one in the morning. Not a chance.

When he returns from the bathroom now empty handed, you still seem upset.

“That was scary.” You announce.

John smiles, pearly whites all on display. “I noticed.” He teases, making you scowl tiredly at him.

That scowl falters when his smile breaks into a light, soft laugh and he moves to stand in front of you. You absolutely don’t mind the fact that he’s babying you a little, using the sleeves of his sweater to wipe your cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and taking you into his strong arms. In fact, it’s very much welcomed. His arms are the safest place in the world to you and even the residual discomforted shivers from the concept of a wasp in your bedroom couldn’t get through that defender. He looks after a lot more than just the Manchester City goal line. No, he’s the sole defender of something much more precious that he doesn’t even realise.

Your heart.

“You okay now?” He asks softly, his tired voice rumbling through you. You nod against him, “Feeling a bit better. Thank you Stonesy.” You mumble, words muffled by the muscled chest that your face his resting against. “Anything for you, lovely.” He responds easily, pulling back from you in a way that aches his heart. The sudden lack of your warmth and presence against him is utterly brutal. He loves holding you, but hates it in the same breath. He would love to hold you if it was something he got to do freely instead of fleetingly.

His eyes are stuck watching you sit down on the edge of your bed to grab your phone and check the time with an element of shock rolling through your eyes when you realise it’s nearly two.

“You got training tomorrow?” You ask sweetly, a yawn following the tail end of your words adorable in a way that makes John’s heart flutter like a teenage boy. He nods, “Not till after dinner though, around 5.”

It’s your turn to nod, seeming to be chewing over something in thought as you lie down in the middle of your bed.

“Wanna stay then?”

John has to pretend to think about it at least a little bit so he doesn’t look like he’s jumping right up at the opportunity, which is exactly what he wants to do. “Why not,” he shrugs, chucking off his hoodie to the foot of your bed, “Scoot over.”

He clambers in, long limbs moving nowhere near as coordinated as they are on the pitch as he lays down by your right. It’s like a familiar dance, one you both know so well as you shuffle around so you can lay against his chest, one leg hooked over him as his arm wraps around you to pull you even closer. A silence falls between you as he feels your eyelashes fluttering shut, tickling his chest. He can’t find that same relaxation, can’t seem to shut his eyes for the thoughts flying through his mind all at once.

“I should teach you how to catch them.” John states, rumbling voice interrupting the peaceful quiet in which you had nearly found sleep. “You know, for the future.” He adds almost flippantly. Almost.

“Why?” You hum groggily, sleep croaking your voice ever so slightly. “I got you.”

John has to pretend your half asleep admission doesn’t send his heart flying into his throat. You do always have him, right there in the palm of your hand. Always.

“I don’t think other guys would appreciate me barging into their house in the middle of the night.” He suggests, making you quirk an eyebrow in question, but you still don’t look up at him and he isn’t even sure if you’ve got your eyes fully open. “No other guys here,” you state, “Single, living all alone.” You add lazily. The words almost make John wonder if he has fallen asleep, each one spoke playing straight into the dream he’s had for years for you to be his.

“Yeah, I know but…but there will be, at some point.” He suggests. You give no response for a moment and he briefly thinks you’ve fallen asleep at some point in this conversation.

“Bet those other guys wouldn’t come get rid of wasps for me in the middle of the night like you do.”

“Maybe,” John shrugs, “but I think there’s plenty of guys like that, especially for you.”

He feels you shake your head against him, your words decisive as you speak;

“There are no guys like you, John Stones.”

His words and his breath are caught on his throat, his heart erupting in his chest as he replays those words in his mind, trying to figure out if he had actually just heard them or if his tired mind was playing tricks on him because it was so late and he hadn’t had enough sleep.

But then you look up at him with tired eyes and a sweet smile. You know what you’ve just done, know the bomb you’ve just dropped and you’re hoping with everything crossed that he feels the same way.

“You’re my hero, Stonesy.” You say softly, your voice now a little sheepish and he can barely just make out the flush of your cheeks in the dim room lighting. “And I love you with everything I have.”

He doesn’t know what to say, his eyes wide as his heart beats as erratically as he had felt yours beating when he first arrived with fear coursing through his veins thinking you were in some kind of mortal peril.

“John?” You ask timidly, voice sheepish as you sit up in fear.

“Sorry,” he rumbles, pushing himself to a seated position, allowing him to lean forward and slide his hand around the back of your head to pull you into him, your lips crashing down onto his.

It’s just about everything he’s ever wanted.

“God I love you.” He says against your lips, a groan leaving his throat from pure satisfaction, pure relief of finally getting those words off of his chest. You giggle, resting back against his chest. “Can we sleep now, please?”

He nods, both of you shuffling so you can resume the position you had been in before a life changing confession that had spun you and the Barnsley brunette into the kiss that had been years in waiting. This was the happiest either of you had probably ever been.

“Guess we have the wasps to thank for this eh?” John lulls just as sleep is about to encompass you. He feels you shiver against him, the hairs on your arms immediately raising to attention at the mention of that which you hate so much.

“Don’t say that! That’s basically an invitation for them to invade my house!” You hiss, giving his chest a gentle swat as he pulls you closer to his side.

“Let them come,” he says almost triumphantly, “You got me now, always.”

You cosy yourself against him, a soft sigh of complete content and comfort tickling his chest as it dances across him. He feels that gentle smile that settles onto your gestures as your heavy eyes allow sleep to truly begin to take you.

“Always,” you mumble, words diluted by sleep “My hero.”

[primordialsquirrel]

A Heart Meant for Two

A/N: A poly relationship between Hawks, Dabi, and the reader! Based on the song The Way You Say Hello by tiffi and City Girl ^^

“He said he loved her more than words, so instead of words he gave her flowers to observe”

Hawks was your first boyfriend to ever have a current boyfriend. It was an odd adjustment to get used to sharing your boyfriend with someone else, especially when you first met Dabi. But with some help, you got used to it quickly.

“Flowers?” You eye the bouquet of roses in Keigo’s hands. He had given you flowers before, but these felt like a bribe. You peer at him with suspicious eyes, snapping your book shut. “What did you do?”

“Can’t I buy my best girl some flowers?” The Winged Hero replaces your book with the flowers, flipping through the pages before tossing it to the side. As he sits down next to you, his wing instinctively wraps around you to pull you in.

You press yourself into his side and bury your nose in the flowers, breathing in their sweet scent. A small smile forms on your face. “Hmm.. You're either planning something stupid, or it's Dabi that is doing something stupid.”

“Kid-”

“It's Dabi isn't it.”

From the flash of blue light coming from outside and the nearing of police sirens, you know the answer.

“They were also on sale.” Keigo murmurs under his breath, turning his head to hide his blush of shame as you laugh.

It had been a full four months since you started dating the two of them and Keigo still thought you were woefully ignorant. But you were much more observant than he thought. You knew your other boyfriend was a villain, one that still had a long way to go if he was to be pardoned of his crimes- that is, if he wanted to be pardoned. It was that bit of information that you did stay ignorant on, you didn't want to lose sleep on something like that.

You sigh happily and give your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you.”

Later on, Dabi would return home with another bouquet of flowers. A bit crumpled from him jumping over fences, but still intact.

Your boyfriends were weird, but you loved them.

“She drew him pictures in a card, he said it was tacky and almost broke her heart”

Dabi was not a spoonful of sugar and sometimes he could be a bit blunt. Painfully blunt. How you got used to his silver tipped tongue? You didn't know. Maybe it was a skill you should add onto your resume.

Removing your heels at the front door, you slip on a pair of slippers and sneak your way into the house. Dabi was the only one at home, the main indicator being the lack of Keigo’s jacket on the wall hook while Dabi’s boots were tucked away in the corner.

You duck low as you hear a quiet snoring from the couch in the living room. With soft steps, you creep in on a sleeping Dabi and lean over the cushions to reach him.

His arm was slung over his eyes, his mouth parted slightly as he sighs. Sleeping Dabi was the softest you've seen him. He was always smirks and sharp lines, but when he was asleep he was so.. Soft.

“What do you want?” A low grumble rises from Dabi’s throat. He moves his arm to uncover an eye. The piercing blue cuts through you and leaves you halting in your movements. That's to say, you stopped your hand from removing a card from your purse.

“I wanted to give you something.” You pull out the card and offer it to him.

He shuts his eye and- goes back to sleep?

“Dabi?” You whisper.

He opens his eye again and swipes the paper from your hand with a huff. Dabi sits up before paying your card any mind. Flipping it open, he runs his eyes over the drawings inside.

“Is that supposed to be a cat?”

“It's a human.”

“ It's a human, she says.” Dabi chuckles, laying back down and covering his face with the card, resting his arms on his chest in a mummy like fashion.

"Do you like it?"

"It's garbage, babe."

It stung until you found it tucked away in his chest pocket while doing laundry a week later.

“I know he hates the way she does her hair”

You constantly changed your hairstyle. One day it was braided and the next it was in a high ponytail, or cropped to your chin. Every style looked good on you, but the day you started dying your hair was the day Dabi grew truly frustrated. Though.. Not for long.

“Dabi!” You yell from inside the bathroom, your white towel now shades of purple. “I think I messed up!”

“You think or you know , babe?” He hisses as he nears the bathroom. The lights were far too bright after he had been napping for two hours. It was nighttime, nearly one in the morning according to the clock on the wall. And you were doing your hair? When you had work the very next morning?

As soon as he witnesses your hair, he knows that you know just how badly it went. He holds onto the doorframe and laughs heartily, bending over slightly as his lungs begin to burn.

“Come on it's not that funny!”

“Your towel has more hair dye than your hair does!”

It was true. Your hair was supposed to be a deep indigo, but all that was left after rinsing off the excess dye was a few lavender streaks in your now stained platinum hair. You had went to get it bleached a few days ago and today was the day you were going to color it. How did it go so wrong? The hair dye was rated so highly!

Your face burns with embarrassment. You move to shut the door on him. “If you wont help me I’ll just-”

He moves his hand in time to stop you from closing the door and pushes it open further to let himself through. “I never said that, did I babe?” He breathes in slowly to ease his now stinging lungs. “Sit down, I'll do it for you. I have more practice.”

“I know she hates the way that he pretends to care”

Keigo wasn't without his own flaws. Dabi was the villain, but Keigo came with his own problems. They weren't too big, luckily, but it wasn't always easy being on the receiving end of his disinterest when he was tired.  

You lay in defeat on the floor, your arms spread out with empty clothes hangers on your arms. Tonight was your high school reunion, a day you had been planning for since the email was first sent. The only thing you didn't have planned was your outfit. Which was why you wanted some input from your significant others, but unfortunately only Keigo was home.

Why was it unfortunate? He was tired. And when he was tired he never had much to say, or any energy to do anything other than breathe.

You look up at him from the floor and poke at his wing. “Keigoooo!”

Keigo was laying on his stomach, his right wing drooping downward as he attempted to sleep. “Mmnn..?”

“What do you think about this one?”

“It's beautiful.”

“You're not even looking.”

“Mm..”

“Birdbrain.”

“I know she'll slightly disagree on what he wears”

You loved Dabi’s odd sense of fashion and went shopping with him for matching outfits (something he said he hated, but would never stop you on doing), but Keigo.. had a special sense of fashion that always managed to confuse you. Maybe it was best you stopped going to him for his input.

"You'd think that being in magazine shoots would help you gain a fashion sense." You say from behind a fist, your hand curled to hide your grimace.

"They dress him. What do you think he'll learn?" Dabi chimes in from behind you. He laid on the bed with pillows propping him up in order to watch the show that was Keigo dressing for date night. It was a little game Dabi always liked to observe.

It wasn't that the clothes Keigo had were terrible. If they were in the right color they would look great. But.. they weren't in the right color.

They were every goddamn color in the rainbow.

Keigo looks at the vibrant pink and yellow jacket he was sporting and at the baby blue tank top he had on underneath. Vivid orange and purple peaked out from the windbreaker he wore underneath the jacket and you didn't want to know what other layer of clothing he had on under that .

"I think I look great."

"For a bird, babe." Dabi chuckles. "For a bird, you're a hot ticket."

"But not for a human Kei." You walk behind him and tug at the jacket. “Let’s just go with the other outfit.”

As it turned out, Keigo did have more in common with birds than just his wings. Bright colors were just as alluring to him as a bowl of seeds was for a sparrow. You kept this in mind for the next time you went shopping.

“I know he chokes when she sprays too much perfume in the air”

Your boyfriends knew they were difficult and could be major pains in the ass, but for once they would appreciate it if you didn't try killing them with your perfume. They knew it wasn't intentional, but how could you not notice the whole house smelled like you?  

“Question.” Dabi rests his chin on top of your head while looking at you in the mirror. “You know what my quirk is, right?”

“I do.”

“And you know what fire does when in contact with alcohol, right?”

Now you look up at him, squinting your eyes at him as you lower your brush onto the sink counter. “Yes.. it's basic safety measures. Alcohol is extremely flammable.”

“Do you know what perfume has?” Your boyfriend smirks. He curls a lock of your hair around his finger and gives it a small tug.

You slap his hand away and turn around to look at him directly. You cross your arms and lean against the counter. He was being coy, but it was too early in the morning for this. He never stalled you from getting ready to go to work. “It has alcohol. What about it?”

He cages you in his arms, leaning in and letting a flicker of blue flame light the side of his face. But unlike usual, blue flames burst in the air for a split second, the sudden flash of heat startling you enough to bump into him as you jump away from the counter. Dabi turns off his flames and pecks you on the cheek.

“Unless you want the house to burn down, I'd stop spraying so much perfume, babe.”

After work you end up buying an alcohol-free perfume.

“But she likes the way it feels when he's right there”

After the third attempt at sleeping in the same queen sized bed at the same time, Keigo and Dabi decided to buy a new bed without you knowing. It went well until you came home early to them attempting to assemble the frame without instructions. But once it was put together and finished, you had to admit you liked the result.

“No more facefuls of feathers!” You squeal with joy as you leap onto the bed and spread your arms out, enjoying the spaciousness of it all.

Dabi sits down on your left while Keigo takes your right. He flicks your forehead to catch your attention and motions for you to tuck in your arm so he could lay down next to you. “Now you get why he doesn’t get to sleep in the middle?” He pulls you into a hug while flipping Keigo off from over your shoulder.

Keigo flops onto the bed, his wings spread out and covering the two of you like a tarp. “You're just jealous baby.”

You wriggle around and lay with your back against Dabi’s chest. Pushing his wing away, you stick your tongue out at Keigo. “Jealous of being attracted to stop signs?”

“It's a sexy red.”

“What about mirrors?”

“I’m a sexy man.”

“Birdbrain.” Keigo huffs and moves closer to the both of you, wrapping his wing to engulf the both of you. “The bed was my idea you know.”

“I know.” You admit. “Dabi doesn't care if he smooshes us to death.”

“Ouch.” Dabi murmurs from your hair.

It's not long after that you fall asleep in their arms, completely content to spend the rest of your night between the two of them. But when the winter came, you and Keigo agreed to keep Dabi in the middle to act as a heater.

“She loves him so much it's absurd”

It was winter when your boys began to grow more busy. Sometimes you would go to sleep alone, but you didn't let it get to you. You knew they visited the house when they could. What else would explain the endless supply of your favorite flowers in vases by the window or boxes of your favorite chocolates on the table when they weren't there when you left? The nights you did get to see them, you enjoyed their presence to the fullest.

Keigo squeezes his eyes shut in annoyance as he hears his phone ringing once more. It was the third time in a row, and he knew he couldn't go on ignoring it anymore. Being a hero meant sacrificing down time. It meant sacrificing time with you.

“Kei.”

“Yeah?”

“It's okay.” You keep your eyes shut as you trace swirls along his back in the area between his wings. “I understand you need to leave.” You knew you couldn’t keep him forever. It wasn't right. People needed him. He saved people. It was like keeping a firefighter from putting out a fire right in front of him. If they were calling Keigo so adamantly then it must be important.

Keigo presses a kiss to your temple and releases his hold on you, letting you lay on your back as he tugs on his jacket and prepares to exit the room.

“I love you.” You say from under the still warm blankets.

“I love you too.” He smiles from over his shoulder, eyes pained.

What did he do to deserve you?

“He thinks it's cute that her singing is the worst he's ever heard”

After a whole month away from the two of you, Dabi had to admit that he missed Keigo’s stupid face and your singing. Was it good singing? No. But did he miss seeing you enjoy yourself? Yeah. Yeah he did.  

Dabi sat outside the house, listening to your singing from his spot under the tree. He had yet to enter the house and opted instead to stay under the shade. He would have to leave again soon, so he saw no point in raising your hopes only to let you down.

A feather jabs at him from behind.

“You should go in and see her. She misses you.” Keigo lands beside him, lifting his goggles from his face. He crouches in front of him, running his gloved fingers through Dabi’s hair. “We both miss you.”

Dabi leans into his touch. How many times did he find himself missing it? Keigo was his first love after such a long time, but now there was you too. You both made him weak.

“I’ll be home soon.”

“And the way she’ll close her eyes, when she's nervous and just about to cry”

Keigo and Dabi didn't always agree on everything. That was a given when one was a hero dating a villain. But what they constantly agreed on was making sure you were kept out of the fray.  

The shopping district was utterly decimated and all you felt was heat. A sweltering heat that couldn't be put out. Blue flames surrounded you on all sides, flames you knew instinctively were Dabi's.

"What's going on?!" You yell as debris falls around you, Dabi was just there- you could've sworn you saw him! It had to be him! Where else did the flames come from?

A hand wraps around your bicep and pulls you upward, the familiar sight of red wings takes up your vision as you look at Keigo. He was covered in ash and his goggles were cracked in half atop his head. He squinted through the smoke that was building in the air.

"The League is here. I'm getting you home."

"What about Dabi?! He's here, we need to bring him home too!" You look behind you at the structure that began to cave in on itself, all you could see was blue. "He's in there!"

"And so is Shigaraki! You can't be here kid!"

"We cant leave him! Please Keigo!" Tears blur your vision as all you can think about was how burnt Dabi's skin already was. What would being in the center of that fire do to him then? What kind of state would he return to you in?

"I'm sorry kid.. He's the one who warned me you were there.."

“He likes the way she plays songs on repeat”

Keigo  watched as you grew more and more despondent, shutting down as more time passed that Dabi was gone. Japan was in an uproar, and it kept calling him back to patch it up each time villains showed. Japan was like an open wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. However, this changes one day as he comes home to hearing the sound of music blasting on your speakers.

Lights were strung up from the front door to the living room to the bedrooms, fairy lights dotted every inch of the house. Keigo tucked his wings in taunt to his body to keep them from getting tangled in the haphazardly placed lights. While he loved bright colors, it was almost too much for his eyes. Where were you?

"Kid?" He calls out, ducking underneath bluebell lights. "Please tell me you're still alive in here?"

The song on the speaker repeated on itself, which was odd with how clunky it sounded, but he learned to like it once he found you.

If choppy music was what it took to bring a smile back on your face, it was worth it.

He found you taping up lights in the bathroom while singing under your breath, mascara smudged but a smile still on your face. You look at him with your hundred gigawatt smile. It threw him for a loop, the sudden hope in your eyes when only yesterday you were crying yourself to sleep.

"Its for when he comes back. Want to help me?"

Keigo takes the loop of lights from your hands and nods.

"Make some room kid."

“He likes the way they flow together like electricity”

Covering the house in Christmas lights was actually a fun distraction for the both of you while Dabi was gone. Keigo was in charge of the higher lights that covered the rooftop, but you had plenty of fun stringing them around the plants surrounding the house. After finishing your impromptu decorating, you both decide to spend the rest of the night in the living room.

"Just follow my steps, baby."

"If I followed you I'd end up on my face." You laugh while holding onto his shoulders as you both hovered in the air, his wings flared open to keep you both afloat. What steps was he even talking about? For the past ten minutes he just held you both up and spun in a lazy circle. His wings were doing all the work while his feet did nothing.

"I’ll make you soar kid." He winks at you. "One day you'll see. I’ll take you to dance sessions and everything."

"I'll hold you to it."

“He likes her ringtone and the way she'll say hello”

When it came to being part of the League, Dabi had to be careful on what information he let loose. They couldn't know about his relationships. If Shigaraki knew then he would most definitely use it to his advantage. Dabi had two weak points and that was you and Keigo. But when he was out with the LoV, he had his ways of being with you.  

“Hello! This is my voicemail, which means I'm probably busy right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP! Have a good day!”

Dabi holds his phone limply in his hand, looking up at the cracking ceiling of the League's current hideout. He had to make face for now, which meant staying away from you and Keigo for a while. Still, he had his phone, one thing he was glad Giran gave him after he burnt his old one accidentally. He knew you were busy, and he had no intention of talking to you while on the job, but to hear your voice was enough for him.

Weeks later, he welcomes the sound of your voice as you greet him, receiving him back into the house with open arms.

"Whats with all lights?" He laughs in response to your face nuzzling into his chest and feathers lifting the both of you to Keigo who stood in the doorway.

"Its to a bright future."

“He likes the way her hands feel even if they're cold”

Dabi couldn't blame you for having cold hands, but he found it cute how you were so insecure about being cold all the time. He loved how you latched onto him rather than Keigo when the temperature began to drop. Maybe it was the fact that he was gone for so long that he didn't mind being clung to. But somehow he found himself in situations he wasn't sure how to handle.

“How long am I going to be in the middle for?” He mumbles under his breath as the two of you cling to him from underneath piles of blankets.

“Until winter is gone.” You state simply.

“It isn't winter yet.”

“Did she stutter?” Keigo grumbles from under the sheets.

Eventually he would grow tired of it, but for now he let the two of you do what you wanted. He was home after all.

“And when she’s away from him, she’s away from home”

After two years of dating you knew you could never return to being without your boys. They were yours.

You reach upward, feeling the familiar rough texture of Dabi's scars along his neck and under his eyes. You drag your your thumb softly under his eye, breathing in his scent. From behind you, you could feel Keigo's breath fanning across your neck.

It was a lazy day today. No one needed them, no one needed you, it was just you and them. How long would the peace last? How long until one of your boys were called away? How long until one of them lost a battle?

No, you wouldn't think of that. For now, it was just you and them.

And that was alright with you.