#n rockers is my second favorite

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

ds remix 7 is the best remix ngl. it has everything you could ask for. good music. good games. it's fun. not too hard. i love it v much it gives me serotonin.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

୨୧ ｓｔｒａｗｂｅｒｒｙ ｊｕｌｉｕｓ ୨୧

୨୧ Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x chubby!fem!reader x boyfriend!namjoon

୨୧ Genre: fluff, smut, rocker au/crime au combo

୨୧ Summary: The night of an event you've been stressing out about for weeks, you find stress relief in an unexpected but welcome place.

୨୧ Word Count: 2.4k-ish

୨୧ Warnings: unprotected sex, double penetration, double creampie, anal, light choking, dirty talk, pet names, strong language (I can be a potty mouth, sry), pet names (love, baby), dom vibes if you squint, & that's all I think.

୨୧ A/N: I really wanted to mix two of my favorite au's with two of my favorite people so here we are. There's definitely gonna be a part two because my brain won't shut up about this. Anyway, I hope you like it my loves 🖤

Punk music blares from the speakers in your living room, the distorted strumming of guitars and brutal drumming enough to shake the walls of your two story home. Playing your music as loud as you want whenever you want. One of the few perks that come with living on the edge of the city where your nearest neighbor's an elderly woman a mile down the road who never uses her hearing aid.

A hearing aid. You’ll need one any day now if you keep this up but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re having the time of your life fresh out of the shower, dancing around in your towel while you tear your closet apart to find an outfit for the party tonight. Everything has to be perfect. Your hair. Your outfit. Your makeup. Jungkook says you’re perfect already. That everything else is just decoration.

With all the effort he put into getting your band invited to this party, your “decoration” needs to be more memorable than ever. Everyone who’s anyone on the punk scene will be there tonight. From journalists to producers to some of the women who inspired you to start a band to begin with. The pressure to make a lasting impression is insane and the precise reason you’re running on 4 hours of sleep right now. You’ve been moving non-stop since this morning, trying to outrun your doubts and insecurities.

“Love, slow down. Let me help you” Jungkook whispered in those moments he caught you burning yourself out. You don't know what you'd do without the sweetheart that he is. Digging through your top drawer you pull out a pair of fishnets, the ones he can't get enough of, and you're instantly reminded of the other side of him. Thoughts of all the filthy things you’ve done in these fishnets bring a tingle to your cheeks that spreads between your thighs like wildfire. 

“Not tonight” you say to yourself, tossing them back in, “I’ll never be able to focus.” Shaking off vivid memories of being fucked against the questionably clean mirror of a dive bar last weekend, you continue to raid your closet, carelessly making a mess that’ll be a problem for future you to deal with.

“Baby!” Jungkook shouts, stepping through the front door twirling his keys around his fingers. His heavy black combat boots hit the hardwood like the steps of a giant as he marches over to the speaker and turns the music down. “Baby! Where are you?” There’s an adorable pitter patter of feet from above before your voice sounds from the top of the stairs. “I’m here! Get everything you needed from the store?” 

His brain glitches. The store? Oh, yeah. That lie he told you about needing to run to the store for something. You never pressed him for specifics. A testament to the level of trust you have in him. Trust that hopefully won’t be shattered by the fact that he lied his ass off. He cuts his eyes at the tall man looming by the door, knowing that his presence is the only thing that’ll redeem him. 

“Uh, yeah, I did” he lies, appearing at the bottom of the stairs, “Could you come here for a second?” Without bothering to answer, you skip down the stairs, only hitting the second to last step before he has his arms around your plush figure. The towel bunches up around your waist, raising your towel just enough to allow your ass to poke out the bottom. He can’t resist brushing his fingers along the softness of your ass.

A move that reignites that tingling you felt earlier and has your lips latching onto his before he can say another word. Jungkook dives right in, shoving his hands beneath your towel to hungrily grip handfuls of your curves. There’s no time for this but he’ll make it. He has to. Something about you drowns out his reason. He’d postpone his own funeral if it meant he got to touch you one last time. 

“Does everyone who comes over get to watch or am I just special?” Namjoon teases, slamming the front door shut. Jungkook’s stomach sinks, suddenly remembering what he’d actually left the house to pick up. Yours sinks even lower. That voice. It hasn’t lived within these walls for years. Jungkook steps back, waving Joon over. “I, uh, got something extra from the store.” 

A half dozen emotions brew inside of you, none of them identifiable. You only know that your feet are glued to the ground. That your mouth is drier than it's ever been and your heart’s beating in your throat. Joon approaches you, his arms outstretched to welcome you into a hug. When you don’t budge, your pouty bottom lip the only part of you able to move, he pulls you into his arms anyway.

The strength of his hug, the love laced within it, heals something inside of you that has your vision going hazy with tears. Lifting you from the stairs, Joon brings you between him and Jungkook. They hug you from both sides the way they used to before Joon went away. 4 years in prison. Light work for washing dirty money but an eternity for your close knit trio. You haven’t laid eyes on him since that last day in court.

He’d only let Jungkook come visit, insisting that you shouldn’t be in a place like that. You lost count of the hours you spent in tears hating him for keeping you away but loving him too much for the feeling to ever stick. Your Joon didn’t belong locked away with killers and god knows who else. Everything he did, everything you did together, was to survive. He'd never hurt anyone and knowing he might be surrounded by people who would made being kept at a distance sting that much more.

There was no way you and Jungkook would’ve survived without each other. Him losing his best friend and you losing one of your loves. No matter how far your careers advanced, how nice this house was, or how much money you had tucked under the floorboards in the attic, nothing could change how incomplete you feel. How incomplete you felt.

“Ouch!” Joon cries, jumping when you pinch his side, “What was that for?” “What the fuck are you doing here?” you shout, wiping the tears from your eyes. Joon just laughs, “I still live here don’t I?” “Duh, you idiot! But you’re not supposed to—your release is months away—I thought—” You turn to Jungkook who grabs your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours before you pinch him too.

“Early release. I was gonna tell you, I just thought it’d be a fun surprise. Plus you were so freaked out about tonight. I just didn’t wanna psych you out. You mad at me?” Jungkook pouts, those brown puppy dog eyes pulling you in like they always do. “I’m not mad” you huff, rolling your eyes while leaning in to let him peck you on the cheek. Joon kisses you on the neck from behind, his large smooth hands massaging your tense shoulders.

You reach back, running your palm across his buzz cut hair, “I like the new hair. It’s kinda hot.” “Only kinda?” he asks, nipping at your neck, revenge for that pinch earlier. His hands slide down, patiently rounding your curves to reach your exposed thighs. “Stop” you giggle, a chill running up your spine, “I have to get ready.” Jungkook pulls his phone from his pocket to check the time. “We can always help you get ready” he grins, pushing his knee between your thighs to make enough space for Joon to run two fingers over your slit.

“It’s so wet down there” Joon hums, “Is that just from the shower or—.” Twisting free, you rush back up the stairs, stopping halfway up to glance back at them. “I still need to do my hair.” Jungkook shrugs, taking two steps toward you, “I’m pretty good with hair.” You swallow hard, wiping your sweaty palms on your towel. “And…and my makeup.” Joon tilts his head to see you better, “I can do that.”

Why are they like this? So annoyingly persistent. It’s not like you don’t want it. The thought had crossed your mind to have a quickie with Jungkook when you were standing in your bedroom zoning out with those fishnets in your hand. With Joon back you find yourself wanting it even more. Those feelings that overcame you are much clearer now. Passion. Love. Lust. Joy. All fighting for dominance and right now one in particular’s winning.

Look at them. They’re both so fucking handsome. And the closer they get the harder it is to ignore the voice in the back of your head telling you to give in. “Just a kiss” it whispers as Jungkook catches up to you, his lips dangerously close to yours. You close your eyes as your lips meet, his tongue snaking against yours. One kiss. Just one.

Joon dreamt of being with you like this again. Him lying across the bed, pillows beneath him to keep him at the perfect angle to lower you into his lap. Fingers digging into the plush of your hips, he guides his length, coated in lube from base to tip, to that gorgeous ass he got a few nibbles of when you first took your towel off. “Joon…ah” you gasp, biting down on your bottom lip as the warm tip penetrates your tight hole.

Anal was never Jungkook’s thing. Seeing those cute heart shaped butt plugs you liked to wear when he had you bent over was the extent of his interest. Joon on the other hand had always been insatiable and time hasn’t changed that. “Fuck, still so tight for me” he groans out in pleasure, the tightness of your ass choking his dick the deeper he goes.

When he finally bottoms out, you fall back onto his bare chest moaning weakly, drool already leaking from the corners of your mouth. Earlier your body wouldn't even move. Now you can’t stop it from trembling, the fullness overwhelming you enough to turn your brain to soup.  Joon locks an arm around your waist, the other coming around so he can palm your breast. 

“Missed you” he whispers, rocking beneath you at a pace slow enough for his and your sanity. Your hand skims his forearm, nails digging in when he does a slight bounce to mess with you. He’s definitely put on some weight while he was away. Whatever they were feeding him, whatever weights he was lifting, you approve because he’s stronger than you ever knew him to be and you’re loving it.

“You sure you can take both of us?” Jungkook taunts, shifting his weight on the bed to hover between your legs. He places a hand on your knee, dipping two fingers into your core. He's achingly hard, twitching, leaking precum on the blankets at the sight of how wet you are. Your pussy glistens so beautifully, your walls clenching around his fingers while Joon fucks your other hole. Jungkook awaits your answer but he’s only met with your needy moans and cries.

“You have to say something, baby” he says, his thumb strumming your clit, “Tell me what you want.” The hand on your knee comes around your neck, his hold on you firm yet gentle. Joon slows his movements, offering you a second—and only that—to get your thoughts together. “Come on, you can do it. Tell us what you want.” Jungkook’s fingers are still working inside of you, mercilessly milking your g-spot.

“I…I can take it” you whine, forcing the words from your throat, “Fill me up. Please. Want it so bad. So bad.” “That’s my girl” Jungkook smiles, popping his fingers out of you. You watch as he strokes himself, using your arousal as lubricant. Joon’s hips begin to move again, leaving you pulsing in two places at once. Your clit stiffens as Jungkook rubs his tip between the silken folds of your warmth, sinking into you without warning. 

They take turns thrusting into you, one then the other, making sure you feel every arch and defining vein along their shafts. This perfect dance of pleasure and overstimulation has you crying out, tears leaking from watery eyes. Incoherent moans flow out into the ether and it’s not just you, it's them too. You can’t get enough of it, rotating your hips as best you can to pull the dirtiest noises out of them. Joon pulls your head back to kiss you and the moment you break for air Jungkook’s kissing you too, suspending you in a constant state of breathlessness. 

You’ve forgotten all about the party, your worries reduced to nothing by the ecstasy of this unexpected reunion. There’s nowhere else you want to be but here between the men you love, tension winding in your belly. You whine something between Joon’s lips and they just know what it is. Letting go of your throat, Jungkook slips his hand between your waist and his, rubbing your clit to push you over the edge. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” you scream, ears ringing as juices stream from your core, making the sound of your bodies snapping together even sharper. 

You feel weightless, disembodied, floating above yourself, jerked back to reality only by the pressure of Joon coming inside of you. You hold his hand, pressing down onto him as you kiss him over your shoulder. At the same time you’re tugging at Jungkook’s hair, keeping him flush against you. “Harder” he begs, his thrusts growing sloppier the harder you pull. One final tug has him unraveling, another wave of warmth filling you just as the other fades away.

The energy in the room gradually comes down, heavy panting turning to light breaths as you cuddle beside each other, your sweat slicked bodies still tangled together. “Still need help with your hair?” Jungkook asks, lovingly petting your head. Joon peeks over to find you sleeping more peacefully than you have in years. He kisses you on the forehead, pulling the blanket over you. “I don’t think so.”

[janeyseymour]

Idk if you’re taking requests but would love to read a melissa schemmenti/reader where reader is a horseback rider and takes melissa to the barn for the first time!! Melissa gets to meet reader’s horse, the barn owner and their riding trainer who are very protective of reader, as they met her as a kid and watched her grow up!

So full disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about horses, most of this was written drunk, and it is highly unedited due to my absolute exhaustion with taking over this first grade class... but I hope you enjoy!

Horsing Around

wc: ~3.6k

You’ve been trying to get Melissa to accompany you to the barn for months now, but your schedules never quite lined up or you had different plans together. But now, on this beautiful Saturday, you’ve convinced the redhead to join you in an excursion to the horse farm. You can tell she’s nervous, and you’re doing everything you can to calm her worries. 

“Babe, c’mon,” you chuckle. “It really isn’t that scary. It’s just a horse.”

“All I’m sayin’ is,” your girlfriend sighs. “When I get bucked off and break a hip, you’re the one who gets to take care of me.”

“You won’t,” you promise her, taking one of her hands in your own. “The horse I plan to put you on is one I’ve been riding for forever. Dolly is a good girl.”

“You named your horse Dolly?”

“After Dolly Parton,” you reveal with a grin. “The other horse I named there is Jolene.”

“Good lord,” she rolls her eyes lovingly at your antics. “I really am dating a dork.”

“And you love it! Now let’s go!”

You usher your girlfriend to your car excitedly. It’s been a bit since you’ve been back to the barn, and you know the owner is thrilled that you’re coming around. You told her you would be there at two, and it’s already 1:30.

When you pull in, you’re practically out of the car before you can even turn the vehicle off. Judy, the owner of the barn, is already sitting on her porch in a rocker waiting for your arrival.

“Judy!” you sprint up the steps and launch yourself into the older woman’s arms. You’ve missed her. You used to spend all of your time here before you were thrown into the real world and had to get a job.

“There’s my favorite girl,” she sighs and wraps you in her arms. You feel a maternal kiss being pressed to your cheek. “It’s been so long.”

“I stopped by a couple months ago!” you protest.

“To drop off some carrots for the animals,” she laughs as she pulls away.  “You didn’t even stick around for dinner.”

You stand back up straight to glance over at the car where Melissa is finishing up her coffee. You smile and blush. “Well, Judy… I did have dinner with my girlfriend that night.”

“Same girl you been seein’?” You nod. “You been seein’ her for a while. When do I get to meet this mystery girlfriend of yours?” the older woman raises a brow.

“Right now,” you say excitedly. You call over to the redhead. “Mel? C’mon, hun! I have someone I want you to meet!”

“I’m comin’!” she calls back. “Give me a few seconds to finish my coffee!”

You and the woman that you’ve known since you were young catch up for a bit before Melissa makes her way over.

“Judy, this is Melissa Schemmenti, my girlfriend,” you grin as you take her hand in your own.

“So you’re the reason I ain’t seen my little girl in so long,” Judy stares her down. You know she’s just playing, but you hope it doesn’t trigger Melissa’s fight or fight instinct.

“That’s me,” the redhead says with a smirk written on her face. “Nice t’meet ya Judy. I heard lots about you.” She sticks her hand out for the farm owner to shake.

Judy glances to you and gives a subtle head nod before taking Melissa’s hand in her own and shaking firmly.

“Aye, that’s a good handshake you got there,” the farm owner notes.

“It’s a power move,” Melissa shrugs. “Gotta show the idiot fathers that walk into my classroom who’s boss.”

“So you’re a teacher? That how you and Y/N met?”

“Judy!” you blush. “I already told you how we met!”

“It is,” Melissa doesn’t miss a beat. “Y/N came into the school bright and chipper, and while I normally can’t stand that kind of attitude, I had some soft spot for her… next thing you know, we’re dating.”

The older woman chuckles her deep laugh. “Just makin’ sure Y/N wasn’t lying. I remember her teenage years, you know.”

You turn a deeper shade of red. “Judy!”

“That’s all I’m sayin,” Judy shrugs and she stands from her chair. “C’mon, now. I’m sure Dolly and Jolene will be thrilled to see their favorite rider.”

You lead Melissa around the farm, providing a running record of everything you pass. Your girlfriend hands on to your every word, occasionally asking a question that you’re quick to answer. You know this place like the back of your hand. Judy watches the two of you with a twinkle in her eye. She’s been in your life since you were six, the first time your mother brought you down. She’s watched you grow and change, seen you through multiple boyfriends and girlfriends, and she has to admit that seeing you with Melissa is the happiest you’ve ever seemed. 

Every once in a while, she throws in some smart comment or little anecdote about your childhood. And every time, it’s met with a whined out, “Judy!” Both women just laugh at your antics. 

When you finally get into the horse barn, there stands Annette, the horse trainer that you haven’t seen in ages.

“Well golly,” she smiles broadly at the sight of you. “Judes, I know you said Y/N was dropping by, but this surely can’t be her.”

You drop Melissa’s hand in an instant to launch yourself at the woman you haven’t seen since before you went off to college. “Annette!”

“Hey, baby cakes,” she chuckles as she engulfs you in a hug. “Look at you, all grown up.”

“I didn’t know you were going to be here!”

“Well, Judes told me you were swingin’ by, and I had a free day,” the woman laughs with a sparkle in her eye. “I knew I couldn’t miss ya again. How you been?”

“Oh, I’ve been great!” you can’t contain the smile on your face. You tell her about college and how you’ve graduated, how you found a job teaching- to which she tells you how proud she is of you-, and then you tell her you have a girlfriend. “Annette, this is my girlfriend Melissa. Melissa is a second grade teacher at the school I work with. Mel, this is Annette. She taught me how to ride when I was a kid.”

The horse trainer, unlike Judy, grabs Melissa and pulls her into a tight hug. “Nice to meet ya, hun.”

“Yeah,” your girlfriend pats her back awkwardly. “Nice to meet you too.”

“I was hoping Mel and I could ride Dolly and Jolene?” you ask hopefully, rocking back and forth on your feet.

“I’m sure they would be more than happy to get out and run around for a bit,” the trainer smiles. She turns to Melissa. “You ever seen your girl ride?” 

“Not yet,” your girlfriend says.

“She’s one hell of a rider,” Annette grins. “You’re in for a treat. Have you ever ridden?”

“Today will be the first,” the redhead says nervously, playing with one of her rings. 

“You’re in good hands with the two of us,” you promise your girlfriend. “And like I told you, Dolly is a sweet girl.”

“She’s one of the best we have,” Judy tells her. “I’ve watched Annette put the young ones on her, and she’s just perfect with them. A great starter horse.”

“C’mon babe!” you take Melissa’s hand in your own again and start dragging her into the barn.

The two older women hang back as you enter.

“So,” Judy and Annette drawl out at the same time. They chuckle.

“She seems happy with this one,” Judy notes softly.

“She does,” Annette agrees. “This one better not break our girl’s heart.”

“I don’t think she will,” the farm owner tells her friend. “Any time the girl comes around, she’s always talking about Melissa. I watched as Y/N was showing her around, and she was looking at her like our girl hung the damned stars. And if she does, well… woman’s got another thing coming for her.”

“You got that one right,” Annette chuckles as she nudges her boss with an elbow. “C’mon. I gotta get in there to make sure Melissa isn’t having a heart attack over the size of Dolly.”

When the two of them enter the barn, you’re with your girlfriend in Dolly’s stall, and Melissa looks terrified. You, on the other hand, are grinning as you pet your horse and feed her a few apples.

“Oi,” Annette quips. “Don’t overfeed her.”

“I’m just giving her a few treats!” you protest as you continue to stroke the animal. “My good girl,” you coo. “Mel, c’mon.”

“I think you got that one, hun,” she stands in the corner of the stall, glancing at the animal with fear. 

“Babe, I promise, she’s a sweetie!” you wave her over. “You just have to stand to the side of her so she can see you and get used to you.”

Your girlfriend looks at you nervously, but listens. You give her a gentle head nod and a look of comfort and love. Annette and Judy don’t miss that look. You turn your attention to the redhead and help her get more comfortable around the horse, and before you know it, she’s feeding her a carrot and praising her sweetly. It melts your heart. 

“Do you want to try brushing her? She loves being groomed,” you suggest. At her nod, you show her how to do it. “If I leave you with Judy and Annette for a few minutes so I can go tend to Jolene, will you be okay?”

Melissa nods at you nervously, and you give her a quick peck on the lips. You shoot the two that you’ve known for decades a look, as if to say ‘behave yourselves’, before heading to a different part of the barn.

The redhead continues to groom the horse in front of her, but she can quickly feel two pairs of eyes trained on her.

“Can I help the two of you?” your girlfriend asks lowly. She’s trying to stay on her best behavior for you- she knows how much you care for the two, and she oddly wants their approval.

Neither woman says anything, so Melissa keeps her eyes trained on the horse until the silence is broken. 

“What are your plans with our girl?” Annette asks lowly.

Melissa raises a brow as she slowly stops grooming Dolly. “What do you mean?”

“What are your intentions and all that shit?” she asks. 

“She’s my girlfriend, and I want to make her happy?” your girlfriend glances over.

“You know,” Judy cuts in quietly. “The two of us have quite a soft spot for Y/N. You hurt her, and we will find you.”

“I ain’t got no plans to hurt my girl,” Melissa states confidently. You start to round the corner to re-enter Dolly’s stall, but you’re quite interested to see what the redhead has to say. “I’m not some loser her age who is going to take advantage of her. I love that girl, and one of these days… I’m gonna marry her.”

“What makes you so confident?” the farm owner asks, and you know she’s much tougher to gain approval than Annette is. 

“The fact that we’ve talked about getting married and starting our lives together,” Melissa tells them. “The fact that I got a ring hidden in my classroom that I know she’ll love.”

“Is it-”

“It’s white gold,” the teacher cuts Judy off. “I know what my girl likes, and I fully intend on making her the happiest woman alive. I can’t wait to be able to call her Mrs. Schemmenti.”

“How do you know she isn’t going to keep her last name?”

“Because we’ve talked about how she can’t wait to get rid of her last name,” Melissa chuckles.

“She has always hated it,” Annette chimes in with a hearty chuckle. “It ain’t even that bad a last name.”

“She’s my girl,” your girlfriend says simply. “I’ll do everything I can to always keep that gorgeous smile of hers on her face. Even if most of it scares the living shit outta me.”

“Like?”

“Like… I’m terrified of horses,” Melissa tells them honestly. “But I’m here.”

“You are,” Annette smiles. “And Dolly seems to love you already.”

“I know she wants marriage, and I’ve already done the marriage and divorce,” she confides in them quietly. “I know she wants kids, and I’ve always been terrified of having kids. But I know they’ll turn out okay as long as Y/N is around. She’s a… that woman is something. She makes every day worth living, and she makes every day the brightest day I’ve ever had. She’s my girl- my everything.”

Melissa’s eyes sparkle with love, and her tone conveys just how much she cares about you and is willing to go the extra mile for you. You have to choke down a quiet sob at her words.

“Ain’t that sweet,” Annette coos.

“Sweet, and heartfelt,” Judy gives a nod of approval before turning serious again. “But I swear to God, you mess up… we’ll find you.”

“Trust me, I ain’t got no plans to fuck it up with this one,” Melissa tells them. “She’s it for me.”

Your second and third mother give simultaneous hums of approval, and you see it as your time to enter without them knowing you were listening.

“Baby!” you bounce over and kiss her cheek. “I got Jolene all ready to ride if you wanted to give it a go?”

Your girlfriend looks extremely nervous, but she nods. “If that’s what you want to do.”

Judy and Annette give each other nods of approval at knowing just how scared Melissa was to get on the horse, but she was going to do it for you.

“I promise, Dolly will be just fine for you,” you assure her. “And whenever you’ve had enough, I’ll take them both out to do some jumping and stuff with them.”

“I’ll grab Jo for you,” Annette volunteers herself. “Judes, you wanna come?”

The two exit a few seconds later, giving you optimal time with the redhead. 

“Let me just grab her saddle, you a helmet, and we should be set?” you suggest.

She smiles as her eyes linger on you. “Sounds like a plan, amore.”

You kiss her gently. “I know this is new and scary for you, but thank you for doing it for me.”

“Anything for my girl,” she mumbles against your lips. “Anything at all.”

“Let me get Dolly ready for you to ride, and then we can take her out, and I’ll show you everything you’ll need to know,” you tell her. 

It’s only a few minutes later that you reconvene with Judy and Annette, Dolly the horse following behind you as you lead her into the pen. 

“You ready, hun?” you ask Melissa gently. At her nod, you lead her over to the two that work on the farm. You help Melissa up onto the horse, and then you expertly mount Jolene. You teach her how to get the horse to walk, and when she seems comfortable with that, you ask her if she wants to try to get the horse to trot. She seems nervous, but with you by her side and Annette helping to handle the horse, she gives a nod.

Trotting is not much her speed, so Annette helps to slow the horse back down, and you grin at her.

“I’m proud of you for trying,” you tell your girlfriend sweetly. “Whenever you feel you’ve had enough, I can help you off of Jo, and then I’ll take them both out for just a bit to keep up with their training.”

After about ten more minutes of walking the horses, Melissa has felt that she’s had enough. You help her dismount. Her, Annette, and Judy exit the pen, and you’re left to do what you love.

You have to admit that you’re showing off a bit, and you know Melissa is eating it up. Her eyes don’t leave you the entire time that you ride both horses. You send her a wink whenever you pass her on either of the horses. 

Judy and Annette watch Melissa watch you. They can’t believe how much love can be conveyed in just one simple look.

Finally, you’re finished, and you take off your helmet with a smile and a toss of your hair.  You lead both horses over to where your group is standing, and you hand Dolly’s lead to Melissa.

“Walk with me to take them back to their stalls?” you ask as you extend your hand out. She takes it gently, and the two of you head back for the barn hand in hand. Annette and Judy follow behind, looking at the two of you fondly.

“Stay back on second,” the horse trainer says softly, and Judy stops in her tracks. Annette pulls out her phone and takes a few pictures of you and your girlfriend as you chat and lead the horses back to their stalls. After examining the pictures for a few seconds, she grins. “They are a cute couple.”

“I suppose,” Judy bites her lip. “But I’m serious. If Melissa hurts our girl-”

“I know, I know,” Annette rolls her eyes lightheartedly. “You’ll have your foot so far up her ass, she won’t be able to walk for weeks. But have a little faith in this one. That woman looks at Y/N like my Frankie used to look at me, and we were the happiest couple.”

“I thought I recognized that look,” Judy sighs softly. 

“So, give her a chance?”

“I am, I am,” the farm owner waves off. They follow the two of you into the barn.

After the horses are away, you take Melissa’s hand in your own and start to head out of the barn.

“Oi,” Judy calls to the two of you. “Are you at least gonna stay for dinner or what?”

Melissa squeezes your hand, silently saying that it’s entirely up to you. You nod with a smile. “If you’ll have us.”

“Good. I have enough food to feed a small village, and I need help cleaning out for the next season of planting,” the farm owner chuckles.

Dinner is nice. You get to hear about what Judy and Annette have been up to, they ask what you’ve been spending your time doing, and they get to know your girlfriend just a bit more. Melissa’s usually stoic and stony persona is set aside, and you know how much this is taking in her to answer every question they ask her with as little snark as possible. You’ll tell her how much you appreciate it later tonight… or rather, show her. 

Before you know it, you’re bidding goodbyes to your mentors. They each give Melissa a hug, which shocks you- Judy has never given your former partners a hug before. She usually just glares them down with a firm handshake. In that moment, you know your current girlfriend has Judy’s stamp of approval. 

You pull your keys out of your jacket pocket, and Melissa smiles gently at you- that soft, warm smile that made you fall for her in the first place.

“I can drive home if you want,” she offers quietly.

“You just want control of the music,” you tease her. 

“You can have control,” she chuckles. “I just thought I’d offer.”

“I won’t pass up on not having to drive home,” you giggle softly as you hand your keys over. “Thank you, love.”

She presses a delicate kiss to your temple as the two of you walk to the car. She holds the door open for you, as she always does, before closing it for you and climbing in. 

“You can play your music if you want,” you tell her.

“Play what you want, my love,” she smiles as she turns on your headlights. She starts to back out with a small wave and smile to Annette and Judy. By the time you’re pulling out of the farm, Sara Bareilles is playing softly through the stereo, and a warm hand has settled on your knee. 

“Thank you for showing me what you love,” she leans over and kisses your cheek, eyes never leaving the road. 

“Thank you for coming with me,” you say just as softly. “What did you think?”

“I’m not as terrified of horses as I used to be,” she tells you with a quiet laugh.

“Judy and Annette didn’t scare you off?” you tease before turning a bit serious. “They’ve scared off quite a few who they didn’t deem worthy of my time… Judy has never actually hugged any one of my past boyfriends or girlfriends.”

“I think I showed them how much I care for you, amore,” she states confidently. “And if Judy hasn’t ever given your past people hugs… I think I’m doing pretty damned good.”

“I love you,” you sigh softly as you lay a hand over hers and lay your head on her shoulder.

“I love you too,” she tells you gently. “But you already know that.”

—

“So… we met Melissa,” Judy and Annette tell your mother over the phone.

“Oh? And what did you think?” your mom asks.

Both women that work on the farm glance at each other.

“She’ll do just fine,” Judy gives your mother a thumbs up.

“I agree,” your mom tells them. “Are we placing bets on when Melissa is going to propose?” 

The two women on the phone at the farm know your mother’s tricks though. 

“She already told you she got a ring, didn’t she?” Annette asks.

“Dammit.”

[ultralightpoe]

Final Girl Part 2 - Eddie Munson

Authors Note: Clearing out drafts.

Warning: Slasher, cursing, trauma

Word Count:3843

Part One Here

Enjoy!

“THAT WAS AMAZING!” Dustin cries coming out of the theater with wild eyes that make Eddie debate if it was a good idea to get the kid an icey. But at the same time he could not judge his friends excitement because he was just as amazed as the boy, his blood pumping under his skin. 

“I mean the chase scene was insane, when she has to climb through the window of the van?” 

“You just like that her panties flashed.” Eddie laughs, thoughts going back to the lead actress in the tiny slip dress they had put her in, and the way the camera just blatantly showed her ass in the shot. Not that he minded. “Which was an amazing shot.”

“I can’t believe they were upstairs screwing while her best friend was getting her throat slashed. Poor Mila, the main character *knockoff of your name k/y/n* was a shit friend.”

“Exactly! You knew people were dying and you still went to a party to get laid?! I would never leave you behind Dustin.” Eddie smiles, “Okay well maybe for 10 minutes.”

“All it would take you was 2.” Dustin scoffs and Eddie’s eyes widen. 

“Where do you learn to say these things? It’s that Wheeler dweeb isn’t it? Don’t listen to him because I can guarantee he has never even touched 10’s boo-”

“Eleven.”

“Yeah yeah.” Eddie smiles, hand subconsciously moving up to rub at his side from the memory of the girl, flashes of black and red smoke before bats teeth all coming at him at once. The breath gets caught in his lungs as he tries to blink the memories away while Dustin slurps down the rest of the blue icey. 

“You okay?” His curly haired friend asks, blinking slowly. 

“Yeah man,” Eddie forces a smile on his face as he shrugs, forcing his hand away from his side even though he could still feel the stinging. A giggle could be heard closer to the popcorn stand which made Eddie whip around as if there was a chance you would be there. 

This was not your scene, he knew that, and thinking back on it he couldn’t remember ever seeing you in a crowded place before. He didn’t ever see you with…anyone. 

But you had admitted yourself that you liked being alone and he could get that. He hated being alone but it was very easy to find all the loners of the world and form an easy alliance. 

“Munson!” Someone calls, snapping his and Dustin's attention over to where Paul was coming through the theater doors, mohawk and all. “Hey man. Rock on.”

“You here to see ‘Slashed’?” Eddie asks, a smile spreading across his face slowly as the punk rocker smiles himself. 

“You know it, man.” He laughs, bringing his tattooed hands up to hold a mask just like the one from the movie to his face. “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Dustin laughs quickly, drawing Pauls eyes to him. They begin a conversation as Eddie takes a sharp breath in, excusing himself to the bathroom for a moment. 

The second he gets to the stall he lifts his shirt to rub his palm against the scarred flesh, feeling a bit of bone through the thin skin at his ribcage. A pained gasp tears from him as his eyes water a bit, blinking away the images of the bats attacking him. 

It’s not real. It’s not real it’s not real-

His forehead hits the nasty wall of the bathroom stall as he thinks of happy thoughts. Your kiss, dnd, his band, his uncle. 

His Uncle. Damn. When was the last time he called his uncle. 

- 

“Get your ass right back in that bed.” Wayne snaps, coming into the hospital room with a newspaper under his arm and a steaming cup of coffee, the bags under his eyes prominent and the red puffy eyes just as noticeable. “Before I take my belt and-”

Before he can finish his sentence Eddie is climbing back into the bed, eyes wide as he ignores the pain in his side and lays back down. 

“Don’t forget the mask.” His uncle snaps, taking a quick seat on the only open chair, a chair that Eddie was sure was entirely uncomfortable. 

They were at a weird stage. Wayne was pissed, pissed that everything happened and he still wasn’t getting straight answers. Pissed that his nephew, son, had been found near their trailer with half his skin torn off and practically bleeding out. Pissed that everyone had blamed him for Chrissy Cunningham. 

Pissed that his boy was keeping something from him. 

Meanwhile Eddie was scared. Scared that Wayne would become involved and scared that if he spoke the truth then Wayne would take the fall for some of it. 

They had gotten so lucky that Jason Carver was able to take the fall…..if anyone could find him. 

“Edward. Put the damn mask on.” Wayne grunts, watching the boy roll his eyes. 

“I am so bored.” Eddie whines. They had put him in a room with no windows or tv, keeping him from the outside world. The government was doing their best to keep everything under wraps. 

Wayne scoffs, folding up half the newspaper and chucking it at his face, it smacks Eddie’s cheek and his uncle gives him a small smile. A slight olive branch in this moment that Eddie takes greedily, smiling at his uncle and putting the mask on his face before reading his half of the paper. 

“Teenage Massacre at a lakehouse.” The main headline read, talking about a small town where it happened. 

4 survivors, 15 dead. That was absolutely insane. 

- 

It takes him a couple minutes to get the pain under control before he heads back out to the snack area where Dustin is buying another Icey.

“What’s going on?” He asks, looking to where Paul is walking back up. 

“Alright, three movie tickets to slashed on me. Let’s go boys.” 

“Again?” Eddie scoffs, watching Dustin take a slurp from his icey, this time red. He can see the sugar in the kids eyes and already knows the answer. “Alright. I’m in.”

- 

You spent the weekend in your blankets, ignoring the phone and ignoring the mean looks your roommate gave you going in and out. 

You didn’t want to know what the world outside was saying and if you moved then you might see them. You would not last it. 

By the time Monday rolled around you barely dragged yourself to the shower, sobbing under the water before trudging your way to class, keeping your head down as people ran around you. 

“RAHHHH!” Someone shouts right next to your shoulder, making you scream out and flinch, looking to the masked jock that was currently cracking up. “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Fuck off.” You snap, your knife wounds freezing under all your layers. 

“Woah, no need to be a frigid-”

“I do not recommend finishing that sentence.” The deep honey voice you know all too well sounds from behind you before you feel a warmth on your shoulder telling you that Eddie was standing right behind you. “She’s got a heavy book in your hand that I will gladly watch her shatter your nose with.”

“I’ll do it.” You nod, your stomach unclenching and your fists unraveling now that Eddie is near. 

The jock rolls his eyes, tearing the mask off his face and moving back to his friend group, something lodging in his throat when you catch a glimpse of Maya standing with them. She wasn’t talking to them, merely looking at you, smiling softly at you. 

She smiled at you. 

Sure you had seen them smile, but your friends never really looked at you, the only ones that looked to your eyes were….. 

“How was your weekend?” Eddie asks nervously, catching your attention easily as you turn around. “I tried calling your room yesterday and-”

“Sorry, I was extremely busy with classwork.” You lie, walking side by side with him. “I…. I am sorry if I seemed really off the other night-”

“Hey, woah woah.” He blushes, hands shooting out to stop you. “No need to apologize, if the kiss made you uncomfortable-”

“It didn’t.” You rush out, “I really liked it-”

“Good because I would love to do it again sometime.” He smiles, his rings glinting in the fresh morning sunlight as he fixes his leather jacket nervously. “My friend Dustin is doing a tour tonight with some of his friends from camp and maybe we can get some food tonight-”

“I can’t tonight.” I have plans for a dreadful call with my parents. “But how about lunch after class tomorrow?”

“Sounds awesome.” He smiles, holding out his hand for you which you take softly and walk to class with him. When you enter your eyes immediately go to your classmate Paul, who had dyed his mohawk a bright pink and lime. He lights up when he sees Eddie, holding up a rock sign and sticking out his tongue. 

Eddie does the same, and you catch him rubbing his side softly but don’t think too much on it. So instead you smile at Paul when he waves to you, but all you could see was Dylan. Dylan who had handed you your first beer of the night, Dylan who had yelled at you to run. 

Dylan who used to copy off your paper in math, then would complain when you got most of the answers wrong. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks, sitting down slowly. 

“Yeah. Just trying to remember if we had homework.” You smile and he raises an eyebrow. 

“You can always see if we had an assignment by checking the box where our professor writes them down.” He smiles, and you can’t fight your own smile as you sit down. 

-

“It will pass.” You snap, pacing back and forth in your dorm as you struggle with the phone chord. “This whole-”

“Y/n, they named a character k/y/n. You know how close that is to Y/n?” Randy scoffs.

“Considering my name is Y/n yes-”

“They named me Randall. And Maya is Mila and Dylan is-”

“What did they call……” You can’t say the names, even saying them out loud might make everything come back. 

“They kept their original names.” Everyone knows. Everyone is laughing at you. 

“This will blow over. The movie will lose it’s appeal and-” “They showed a kill in the first five minutes. People are already claiming it a cult classic.” 

“Randy.” You snap, rolling your eyes as you turn around to look out the window, drawing back when you see them standing there, smiling slowly at you. “Igottago.”

“Y/n, no please-” You hand up quickly, breath coming out ragged and uneven as you turn to your closet. A scream tears out when you come chest to chest with Billy. 

Not real. Notrealnotrealnotreal

A knock sounds off at the door, and Billy is gone. So you move to the door, taking a moment to breathe in and open it slowly. 

Eddie is standing there, holding a bag with a small smile on his face. 

“I brought you dinner because I figured you would be held up with our assignment tonight.” He says happily and a smile breaks out on your face as your shoulders ease up. But then his eyes slipped down your body, catching on the large scar that covered most of your right thigh. And just like that you were tense again, a panic coursing through your veins as you tried to smile. 

“J-just give me a moment to get dressed.” You rush out and he nods easily, hand rubbing at his side while you slam the door. 

He doesn’t mention the scars for the rest of the night while you joke around, sitting on the floor as he imitates your shared professor, barely able to breathe from all the laughing. 

“You gotta stop.” You laugh, rubbing at your eyes softly to stop the tears brought on by your laugh. 

“Am I wrong?” He laughs, coming to sit by you once more, tripping over his shoe as he hits the floor. You gasp out, laughing as your hands move to rub his arm and make sure he is okay from the fall while he throws his head back to cackle. 

The hellfire shirt he wore rides up a little, and you see a small glimpse of scarred flesh on his side that has your eyes widening, looking away before he could see you looking.

“Why did you choose this school?” You blurt, watching him pull himself and sit side by side. 

“Scholarship.” He sighs, giving you a side smile that screams lie lie lie. 

“Why did you really choose this school?”

“The government sent me here to get rid of me.” He sighs, eyes twinkling in amusement. And though you laugh at his joke there is something real in the answer. 

“They catch you stealing an alien?”

“How did you know?!” He laughs and you find yourself giggling. “What about you?”

You consider lying, but you never really wanted to lie and Eddie seems like the one person on this earth that you wouldn’t have to. So you found a good medium for both. 

“I figured no one would recognize me here.” You shrug. 

“Oh, secret rockstar are we?” 

“I’m surprised you didn’t recognize me.” And just like that you both were back to laughing, noses pressed to each other as you got closer and closer. Until finally your lips met, softly at first, slow and gentle. His lips were smooth and his hand was warm when it came up to rest on your jaw. 

Then it turned to something more, gentle became obsessed and before you knew it you were both making out on the floor, your hands in his hair and his own on your jaw. 

You felt free, and this was your first kiss since it had all happened, and you were extremely pleased to note that you weren’t nervous. You weren’t scared or nervous. 

You were yourself with Eddie, and you were absolutely obsessed with this. 

In a quick moment of bravery you move to lift the shirt you had been wearing, Eddie’s eyes going wide with excitement as his lips move in an ‘o’ shape, lips puffy. 

His eyes survey you, that o shape never moving as he reaches a hand up slowly to touch your collarbone every gently, eyes catching on the scar held on your arm and the longer one across your stomach. 

“H-how did you get-” Before he could keep asking the door opens and you rush for your shirt with his help, scrambling apart as your roommate comes in. Her annoyed look transforms into one of surprise at a boy in your room, a gasp tearing from her throat as Eddie scrambles up and snatches his shoes. 

“I should get going. Dustins tour will end soon.” He rushes out, turning to you. You don’t know what to say and he seems to be at a loss for words himself, and finally he leans forward and gives you a kiss, resting his forehead against your own before wishing you a goodnight. 

The second the door shuts behind him she turns to you and lets out a gentle laugh. “And here I thought you would be wallowing again.”

Bitch. 

- 

“God, your roommate is a drag.” Eddie groans two months later, laughing when you slap him with a pillow, tickling the bottom of your foot which makes you draw your legs away from him quickly. 

Two months had passed since the faithful day you exposed yourself to him, something you hadn’t done since. You had panicked here and there on whether he would get annoyed by this, by the lack of sex in your relationship but you were extremely pleased to see that he did not mind it. 

You never got to see his scars but he never really pressured you for an answer on your own since.

Today you found yourself sitting with him on your bed as you both caught up on your reading. Your roommate had left a mere couple minutes ago after spending most the afternoon gabbing with her friends on the phone while you and Eddie tried to concentrate. 

“Did you hear baby, Olivia is like soooooo pregnant..” Eddie imitates your roommate, rolling his eyes as he crawls up to lay side by side with you. 

“I heard it was with Mitchell from her chemistry class.” You whisper, matching the energy. 

“I heard it was Simon from chemistry class.”

“Oh no. She might have to get a paternity test.” You giggle, nose pressing against his. 

“I would recommend it. Otherwise we will see Simon and Mitchell fighting in the courtyard any day now.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you quickly before moving to look at his book. 

“I did not read.”

“It’s because you were listening to gossip girl over there.”

“What page are you on?” 

“210.”

“Jesus, baby how do you read-”

“You’re a massive dork.” You scoff before looking over to the time. “It’s 3.” 

“Shit.” Eddie sighs, sitting up. “I have to get to work. Meet for dinner later? You can help me study since I didn’t read.”

“Meet you at 9?” You smile, allowing him to kiss your forehead before grabbing his jacket and standing. 

“Make it 8.”

- 

The shop had been too busy for Eddie tonight, and by the time he left his shirt was smudged with grease, and he had been forced to change into the backup clothes he kept in his locker. Ignoring the shocked look he got from his boss when his scars were exposed and pulling the black tee over his head. 

It was a plain black tee with the mask from the movie slashed over it, something Dustin had sent him as a gift with a firm reminder that Eddie was going to be hosting the movie marathon this christmas break and Slashed would be the main premiere of it. 

He had laughed at it but hadn’t worn the shirt out yet and was shocked to find that it still smelled new as he tried brushing his hair down. 

It had been two months since the movie came out, and two months since he began dating you. Things had been going great. 

Except for the fact that he couldn't work up the nerve to ask you about your scars. 

He never wanted you to ask about him, which was one of the biggest reasons he never asked. But there was something in his chest everytime he thought about yours, who had hurt you? How could he help? 

Who could he kill?

His scars, that you had yet to see, could be hidden by a quick ‘it was an animal attack’. But yours were from a weapon and he remembered the girl from slashed screaming in pain and pictured you in that role and rage built through him. 

But he never asked, and he never pushed you for an answer. Instead he chose to enjoy his time with you, and he was desperate to enjoy his time with you tonight after a stressful day at work. 

He drove back to campus, choosing to park his car by his dorm and walk to the pizza place, teeth chattering from the cold as he did his best not to slip on ice. 

He found that the further into winter he got the less people walked, but tonight? Tonight was packed.  There were whispers, and Eddie already knew that there must have been a great deal of gossip, a smile making it’s way across his lips as he thinks about telling you, probably would make a snide comment on ‘Olivias’ behalf. Take a guess who the father would be. 

“Yeahhhh, what’s your favorite scary movie?!” Someone cheers, shaking their newspaper at Eddie before pointing to his shirt, which confuses Eddie to no end. 

The shirt and comment Eddie understood, but the newspaper truly lost him. 

But he ignores it, coming up to the door of the pizza place and spotting you through the window. But something was wrong, you seemed to be looking everywhere and nowhere at once, and everyone seemed to be whispering about you. 

He rushes to the table, blowing hot hair in his palms as he sits across from you while you stare. “Are you okay?”

“Me?” You try to smile, reaching forward to help warm his hands. “Of course. But there is definitely something going on right now.”

But there was something off with you, he couldn’t read it but he could see that you were upset about something. Tellmetellmetellme.. 

“I’m saying it now. Olivia must have shown a baby bump.” He jokes, before getting a little serious. “Hey, I was wondering if we could talk about something…”

“What’s wrong?” You ask. 

“I… so that day in your room-” He blanches a bit, clearing his throat before nodding slowly. “I wanted to ask about your scars.”

He takes his jacket off, watching you slowly as your eyes widen and you fall deathly pale. Shit, I shouldn’t have asked. 

“Onlyifyouwanttotalkaboutitofcourse.”He rushes out, watching you blink slowly at him. “It’s just  that…. I…. I just want you to be okay and I want to make sure that I never make you uncomfortable-”

A sting hits his cheek quickly and a slap sounds out in the air, filling him with confusion and shock. His ringed hand comes up to cover his cheek as everyone gasps in shock, he makes eye contact with you and sees tears spilling from your eyes freely. 

“I am sorry for asking-” He rushes out, only for you to interrupt him. 

“Stay the fuck away from me you freak.” What the hell?

His chest tightens at the name as you rush out into the winter air, and it takes him a moment to catch up before he stands quickly and dashes to follow you. “Y/N!”

You ignore him, shaking your head as you try to dash off. Eddie tries to catch up, running into someone who is taking a picture of you with a camera and a protective flare fills him as he glares. 

“What the…”

“It’s her. Oh my god it’s the final girl.” Someone else whispers and Eddie can do nothing but watch as more people recognize you while you pass. 

You cast him one more look before running, and someone shoves at his chest. 

“She deserves privacy.” A hippie looking girl asks, shaking her head. “You are all disgusting-”

“What the hell is going on?” He blurts before someone in a mask comes up. 

“Fuck yeah man.”

Eddie was lost, he had absolutely no clue what was happening right now and his cheek stung in the night air. He couldn’t catch his breath and his side hurt, he was in pain and there were so many people around and- 

A newspaper is shoved in his face, your name catching his attention. 

‘Final Girl Revealed.’

Holy……shit……

Part three here

(There is no SCREAM without Jenna and Melissa.)

TAGLIST ::::::

@fried-peaches00

[lucycore]

Chucky x reader [Maybe I was wrong...]

I'm going freestyle for that one..Probably no smut and no trigger warnings.

Also I'm writing for the human form of Chucky so Charles lee ray and cuz I love vintage it will be around December 1988.

(Fem!reader)

—

You were one of Tiffs sisters. The edgy middle child rocker. U were in a crappie band that didn't have enough money to do shit. Annoyed with your life u also were annoyed by Tiff and her fucking personality.

You thought of her as a dumb teenager. What adult ass woman truly believes that a fucked up psycho is going to love her? Psychos have no feelings for anyone, they're just using you for their sake and dumb bitches like your sister fall for it.

God her stupidity made you mad.

After rehearsal with your shitty ass band that took 1000 tries to remember one riff, you had to go for a cigarette.

"God annoying fuckssss!" You thought.

It was already 11pm. It was already super dark and a little windy which you LOVED.

You only had black leather pants and a Black sabbath tank top on but your synthetic leather jacket kept you warm.

You walked over to your favorite place to chill which was on the roof of the rehearsal building. From up there you had the perfect view over the city.

You lit your cigarette and let the wind blow through your hair while your eyes were closed. You really needed that silence after the loud rehearsal.

"Fuck what is it this time? Can't the world just shut up for a second?!" You thought in your mind and opened your eyes to some loud noises from under you.

You saw charles and his companion making some mayhem. You rolled your eyes and continued smoking your cigarette.

After a while you heard some noises on the building. As if someone is trying to climb up on the roof.

You didn't bother to check what it was so you just let fate do it's thing. Your layed your head back and shook your head a little.

"It's bad time for little girls like you." You heard charles say and rolled your now open eyes.

"Fuck off." You said and threw your cigarette away.

He sat next to you.

"Rehearsal didn't do according to plan?"

"Since when do you care about it?" You replied annoyed.

He smiled a little.

"Just asked. No need to get pissed at me."

You turned your head away. You didn't like him. He was a psycho and sick and just cared for himself. You couldn't understand what your sis saw in him but that's her nature. You stroke with your hand over your arm.

"So why did you decide to come up here?"

"I saw you here alone, how could I miss such an opportunity."

You turned your head to him in disbelief.

"Just kidding, don't get fucking mad woman."

You smirked annoyed. "He is a maniac.." You thought.

"So?" He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and came closer looking at you.

He continued speaking: "The night is so romantic, yet so dangerous...Isn't it right y/n?"

"What do you mean ?" You looked into his eyes.

He had something charming in him but you just didn't want to admit it. You didn't want to be like your sister. The thought disgusted you but for some reason Charles was growing on you.

"Simply that little ladies need to be more careful or need someone to protect them."

You rolled your eyes. "Thanks but I can protect myself." You stood up and were about to leave but Charles stopped you, holding your waist.

You looked up into his eyes almost in disbelief cuz why tf is he touching you?

"Excuse u?" You said almost pissed.

"I see big potential to kill in you. You're rebellious which I like." He smirked

It didn't surprise or disturb you to hear your potential and being sick in the head yourself you kinda liked it. You took it as an compliment and blushed while smiling and leading your eyes down.

"So? Next monday at night? Slashing date?"

"And what about my sister?"

"Fuck her! You're better anyway." Charles said and left.

—

The night in front of the toy store were charles was killed, was the night u guys had that "date" later u used the voodoo spell to turn him into a doll.

[rockermybuddie]

Second thoughts

Rocker x reader

Story 4

Summary: Its been five months since you were shot and you and rocker have officially dated. Its almost time for you to go back to work but theres a secret thats been keeping you awake and you’re unsure of what to do.

A/n: im not sure how many stories im going to put in this series lol.

———————

You stare up at the dark ceiling as you have for the past three months. Every night you fall asleep for two hours but is woken up by a reoccurring dream that you wish would just go away.

But its not that easy.

You pick up your phone to check the time, 4:10am. The bright light hurting your eyes you quickly put your phone down hoping it didnt wake Rocker.

“Babe?” You hear a low mumble then felt a hand pull your waist closer to the warm strong furnace laying in the bed next to you.

“Just checking the time.” You tell him giving him a small peck on the lips. You snuggle your head in the crevice of his neck and shoulder as you try to drift back off into sleep.

You sit up in a dripping sweat, trying to catch your breath. You look over and see Rocker asleep facing the other way.

“Damn it.” You mutter out, you just had another one of those dreams in the same night. You grab your stomach, where your were shot, as you check the time. 5:07. Almost an hour since the last one.

Rocker is about to wake up for work so instead of trying to go back to sleep or pretending that you’re asleep when Rocker wakes up. You decide to go make him some breakfast.

As you stand infront of the hot stove you feel two arms wrap around you and all of a sudden its a hundred degrees in the room.

“Whats all this?” Rocker asks, his voice still raspy from sleep. “Breakfast for my favorite human being.” You answer. Rock plants a fat sloppy wet kiss on your neck as he leaves to get the orange juice from the fridge.

The two of you sat at the table and ate breakfast together as you thought about where you are in life.

Not where you want to be.

Rocker got ready for work and the two of you said your goodbyes. You watched Rocker back out of the drive way and watched him all the way down the road intill you couldn’t see him anymore.

You head back into the kitchen to clean up after breakfast. As you’re doing the dishes you get a flashback from the bank robbery.

“Ahh!” You scream as you grab your stomach in pain. You stumble backwards falling to the floor.

——

When you open your eyes you see the floor and broken glass infront of you. Your head is pounding, lifting your hand to try to rub the pain away in your head you see blood dripping down your arm from the palm of your hand.

“Shit.” You mutter as you grab the hand towel hanging from the door and wrap your hand it.

The room is spinning, so its not a good idea to stand up but you dont want to call Rocker either. Not when hes at work, he’ll just worry about you and he cant do that, he needs to be focused.

You pull out your phone and call the next person that comes to your mind. “The key is under the plant.” You tell him.

Only 10 minutes later Deacon comes walking in the kitchen. He sees the broken glass and blood on the floor. “What happened?” He asks kneeling down beside you.

He looks at the giant bump and bruise forming on your head and then at the bloody towel wrapped around your hand.

“I dont know. I fell. Thats all i can remember.” You tell him. “I’m taking you to the hospital.” Deacon scoops you up in his arms and carries you to his car.

He pulls out his phone. “Please dont call Rocker.” You ask him. He looks at you with concern and confusion. “Im calling Hondo.” He tells you.

You lay your head against the window as he turns on his lights and sirens.

At the hospital they stitched up your hand, 20 stitches. They said you have a grade 2 concussion. You just need to rest and you should be fine in a few days.

“What happened?” Deacon asks again when the two of you get in the car. “I told you, I don’t know.” You tell him, not wanting to have this conversation.

“You were supposed to return back to work in a few days, then this happens? I dont think thats a coincidence.” Deacon says. You let out a heavy breath, Deacon is good at reading people he knows you are hiding something.

You were about to talk to him but his phone rang.

“Its Hondo.” He says before answering it.

“They need me back at HQ. I don’t have time to drop you back off at Rockers.” He says apologetically as he drives to HQ.

You hope Rocker is out on a call.

———

You and Deacon pull up to HQ, he gets out and heads in to the main roon as you walk in slowly behind him.

The doctors gave you some pain meds that are making you a little loopy. As you turn the corner you stumble into something but are caught by two strong arms.

“Sweetheart? What are you doing here?” A familiar voice asks. “Rocker?” You mumble.

He gets you steady on your feet and lifts your face up by your chin with his fingers. “What happened to you?!” He asks when he sees the bump and brusing on your face.

“I fell. But im okay.” You tell him. “Well maybe not my hand. It has 20 stitches in it.” You let out a small laugh as you lift your bandage hand.

“Why didnt you call me? Did you drive yourself?!” Rocker asks concerned as he hopes you didn’t drive yourself to the hospital and then here.

“I didnt want to worry you while you are at work. I called Deacon.” You point at the meeting hes in but hes focused on what Hicks is telling 20 squad.

“I’m taking you home. Stay here.” Rocker orders as he sets you down on some creat in the hallway.

He leaves to tell Hicks is done for the shift that theres a family emergency. He leaves his 60-david in charge of the team.

———-

When you and Rocker arrive back at his house he carries you up to the bedroom. He places a glass of water next to you as he goes back downstairs and cleans up the kitchen.

Rocker soon comes back upstairs and makes himself comfortable on the bed bringing you in close to him.

“What happened? How did you get hurt?” He asks.

“I dont remember. I just remember waking up on the floor.” You tell him.

“Did you black out? Did you trip?” He asks. “I said i dont remember.” You snap. “Okay. Okay.” Rocker rubs your arm with his hand as he kisses the top of your head.

This is why you didnt call Rocker. He should be at work right now, not sitting in a bed with someone who doesn’t know whats going on in her life.

——-

You’re sitting on the couch downstairs, its 2am and you cant sleep because theres too much going on in your brain.

“I dont know. Im having second thoughts about it. What should I do?” You ask balancing the phone between your ear and shoulder as you fidget with your fingers.

Rocker sits at the bottom of the steps and listens.

“What if I regret it?” You ask. “Who are you talking to?” Rockers voice makes you jump, you look up at him and he looks aggravated? Mad? Tired? You arent sure.

He grabs your phone and sees Deacons name across the screen. “She’ll call you back.” Rocker says into the phone and hangs up.

“What the hell?!” You scream, you try to snatch your phone back but he lifts it above his head. “You are so childish.” You snap at him.

“We need to talk.” Rocker finally says. “Rocker you didnt hear the whole conversation.” You tell him.

“I heard enough.” He says, he walks around the couch and sits down. Leaving a gap between you and him. You don’t mind though, not with the way he’s acting.

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asks. “What? No.” You say. You can see the relief fill his face.

Youbtell Rocker you’re unsure if you want to join SWAT back.

“Did you hurt yourself on purpose so you didnt have to go back to work?” Rocker asks, a hince of concern in his voice. “No. Why does everyone think that.” You rub you face in your hands.

“Everyone?” Rocker asks feeling more left out than he already does. “By everyone, i mean Deacon. Rocker i only called him and talked to him because hes like an older brother to me. He has helped me before and i just feel comfortable talking to him about life decisions.” You tell him.

“I understand. Just know im always here for you.” Rocker tells you. “I know.” You give him a small smile.

The two of you talk more about you returning back to SWAT.

——

A/n: This is probably gonna be the last story to this series. It went better in my head i just couldn’t write it as good as i had hoped. The stories just arent doing as well as my others, so im just going to stick with writing 911 stories.

For those who read these, thank you so much! Means a lot to me <3 i promise.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

heyyyy 😋😋

as promised, i am back with a new halloween idea since the last one was SO STINKIN CUTEEEE

so im thinking RAB tyler x reader at a halloween party! like stereotypical-college halloween-frat-party type scene. (maybe reader and tyler coincidentally showed up in matching costumes lol)

tyler and reader arrived separately, but they both go to Ohio State Uni and have some classes together, so they've seen each other around. which is why they're immediately taking refuge in each other's company the wholee time. theyve both been abandoned by the friends that dragged them to that god forsaken party in the first place, and neither of them are drinking or smoking or anything, and the music sucks.

flirty banter ensuesss

and i know youve been experimenting with smut, SO i'll let you take the reins on this one a bit more.

either tyler and reader forget to leave room for jesus during the party and decide to take refuge in a bedroom together (smirk)

orrr tyler shows reader his music and they go back to his studio together for a cutesy, fluffy, musical bonding moment

can't wait to see how it comes out!!!

take care of yourself!! 🫶🏼

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Ghostbuster - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: None lol - no smut bc i wanted to keep it cute

Word Count: 2019

A/N: I literally cannot wait for this vampire fic i've got planned and this was a great warm up! keep requesting halloween stuff before it's too late!!

It was one of those chaotic nights at Ohio State in October, Halloween parties scattered across campus. But somehow, I found myself at one of the bigger and louder parties–something high school senior me would never have imagined. It was the kind of party where I’d expected to be hanging out with my friends and having a good time. But no one told me that my so-called friends would ditch me the moment they saw a dance floor crowded with zombies and vampires–though I wasn’t too surprised, vampires were the best dancers. 

I stood at the edge of the main room, arms crossed, trying not to visibly cringe at the music blaring old viral hits. The bass rattled my bones, a thudding pulse that did nothing to improve my mood. My favorite holiday was turning out to be a bust despite the amazing modern queen of hearts rocker costume I’d thrown together. I was so proud of it but none of my friends understood the reference.

I was mentally debating whether I could sneak out without anyone noticing when I spotted him. Tyler. I’d seen him around campus and in a couple of my english classes despite campus being big. He was quiet, didn’t talk much, but there was something about him that always intrigued me. Maybe it was the fact that he was always scribbling in that notebook of his, or the way he seemed to get lost in thought even when the professor was droning on about literary theory. He was standing awkwardly by a wall across the room, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt. He was dressed as a Ghostbuster, of all things, and somehow the outfit looked just right on him—oversized jumpsuit, clunky proton pack, and a slightly bewildered expression like he’d rather be anywhere else. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Tyler, in his quiet, introverted glory, standing amidst the chaos of a college Halloween party, looked almost comically out of place.

I hesitated, debating whether I should go talk to him. We’d only ever exchanged a few words in class, the typical “do you have the notes?” or “what did you think of that reading?” kind of conversations. But something in me felt drawn to him tonight, maybe because I knew exactly how he felt—trapped in a place where we didn’t belong, surrounded by people who didn’t really see us.

Before I could second-guess myself, I started making my way over, weaving through a mess of slutty witches. When I reached him, he looked up, his brown eyes wide with mild surprise.

“Hey,” I said, trying not to sound as awkward as I felt. “Busting ghosts solo tonight?”

His lips twitched into a small smile. “Yeah, you know, it’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it.”

I laughed, the sound bright and unexpected, even to me. “Well, you’re doing a great job standing guard by this wall. Any ghost sightings yet?”

“Not yet,” he said, leaning back slightly as if relaxing in my presence. “But I’m staying vigilant.”

“Good call.” I tilted my head, giving him an exaggerated once-over. “Love the costume, by the way. You went all out.”

He looked down at himself, shrugging with a bashful smile. “It was either this or going as a sad college student who got dragged to a party he didn’t want to go to .”

I chuckled. “That’s a little too real. Ghostbuster is a better choice.”

“And you’re the, uh, Queen of Hearts?” he asked, his gaze drifting over my costume. “But... cooler. More punk.”

“Exactly!” I said, a grin spreading across my face. “You’re the first person to get that all night.”

He smirked, rubbing the back of his neck. “I have an appreciation for good costumes. And you definitely pull it off.”

“Thanks.” We stood there for a second, just smiling at each other, the noise of the party fading into the background. It felt... easy, natural, even though we barely knew each other. And then a thought struck me, and I couldn’t help but blurt it out.

“Hey, this is going to sound crazy, but... want to get out of here?”

His eyebrows shot up. “Like... leave?”

“Yeah.” I gestured around at the rowdy crowd and pulsing lights. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not exactly having the time of my life here. We could— I don’t know, grab a coffee or just go for a walk. Somewhere quieter?”

Tyler hesitated, glancing around as if weighing his options. Then he looked back at me, something softening in his gaze. “You know what? Yeah. Let’s do it.”

A few minutes later, we were outside, the crisp autumn air biting at our skin as we stepped away from the thumping bass of the party. The street was lined with other groups of costumed students milling about, some shouting and laughing, others huddled together in quieter conversations. But for the first time all night, I felt like I could breathe.

Tyler walked beside me, hands shoved into his pockets, the plastic proton pack bouncing lightly against his back. We didn’t say much at first, just strolled aimlessly through the leaf-covered streets, the noise of the party fading behind us. After a few blocks, we found ourselves at a small park tucked away between campus buildings, its winding paths lit by dim streetlights and the faint glow of jack-o’-lanterns set out along the walkway.

“Wow, this place is cute,” I murmured, taking in the rows of glowing pumpkins and the few scattered benches. “Never knew it was here.”

“Me neither,” Tyler said softly, his gaze sweeping over the scene. “I guess we’re both discovering new things tonight.”

We wandered over to a bench near the center, where a particularly intricate pumpkin carving of a haunted house flickered softly. Tyler glanced at it, then looked at me, a curious smile on his lips.

“So, what made you pick the Queen of Hearts? You don’t seem like the ‘off with their heads’ type.”

I laughed, sitting down on the bench and crossing my legs. “It’s more about the aesthetic. I wanted something bold, something that stood out, but with a twist. Plus, I had to wear a crown at some point in my life, right?”

“Right.” He nodded seriously, but his eyes were sparkling with humor. “And you look good in one.”

“Thank you,” I said, tipping my imaginary crown at him. “Now, what about you Mr Buster? I mean, besides the obvious ‘saving the world’ angle.”

He shrugged, settling beside me on the bench. “I like old movies. The classics. Ghostbusters just felt... I don’t know, nostalgic? Plus, I already had the jumpsuit from last year.”

“Recycling costumes?” I teased. “I’m not sure if that’s very ‘heroic’ of you.”

“Heroes have to be practical, too.” He grinned, then looked down at his hands, which were resting on his knees. “Honestly, I just didn’t want to be something flashy. I’m not really a... center-of-attention kind of guy.”

I nodded slowly, understanding more than I expected to. “No, I get that. But still, you came out tonight. That’s more than a lot of people would do.”

“Yeah, well.” He looked up at me, his expression thoughtful. “Maybe it wasn’t a total waste.”

The way he said it, so quietly, made my heart skip a beat. I swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous in a way I hadn’t been before. This was more than just two classmates killing time together. There was something here, something I wanted to explore, even if it scared me a little.

“So, what do you usually do, if not parties?” I asked, shifting the conversation slightly to steady myself.

Tyler leaned back, his gaze turning distant for a moment. “I, uh... I spend a lot of time making music. Writing songs, recording. It’s kind of my escape, I guess.”

I perked up, curiosity sparking. “Really? That’s awesome. I always wondered what you were scribbling in that notebook during class.”

He smiled, a little sheepishly. “Yeah, it’s mostly lyrics. Stuff I don’t really show people.”

“Can I hear some of it?” The question slipped out before I could stop it, but I didn’t want to take it back.

Tyler looked at me, eyes wide, then glanced away, biting his lip. “Maybe. I mean, if you want to. My studio’s not far from here.”

My heart jumped. Studio? “You have a studio?”

“More like a basement with some equipment,” he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “But... yeah. I could show you, if you’re interested.”

I didn’t even hesitate. “I’d love that.”

The “studio” turned out to be in the basement of an off-campus house Tyler shared with a couple of other music majors. The room was small but packed with gear—guitars leaning against the walls, a keyboard set up in one corner, and a laptop surrounded by mics and cables on a desk covered in sheets of scribbled lyrics. It smelled faintly of old books and coffee, and it was a little messy, but it was cozy, too. I could see pieces of Tyler in every corner.

“Sorry, it’s kind of... chaotic,” he said, glancing around with an embarrassed smile.

“I like it,” I said honestly, stepping further inside and taking it all in. “Feels... lived in.”

Tyler relaxed a little, moving over to his computer and opening up a file. The sound filled the small space like magic. Then he glanced up at me, his expression shy but open.

“Mind you this is super rough, and I–”

“It’s good,” I interrupted and he nodded, smiling to himself. 

His voice, soft and warm, filled the room, and the melody wrapped around me like magic. The song was raw, beautiful, and filled with a mix of longing and hope. As he sang, I felt like I was seeing a side of him that no one else had—the real Tyler, not the quiet guy from class.

When the last note faded into the air, I just stared at him, completely speechless.

“That was incredible,” I finally managed, my voice full of awe.

He ducked his head, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Thanks. I wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”

“I did. I definitely did.”

He looked up at me, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. For a moment, we just sat there, grinning at each other. Then, the room fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t need filling with words. It felt... nice.

Tyler scratched the back of his neck, glancing at me shyly. “So, um... I know it’s getting kind of late, but... if you don’t want to go back yet, you could stay a bit longer? We could, like, listen to more music or just... hang out?” He hesitated for a beat, then added, “I think it’d be cool to get to know you better.”

My heart did a little flip at the invitation. “I'd love to.”

His smile widened, and then, as if realizing something, he fumbled in his pocket. “Uh, here—let me give you my number, you know, in case... well, you don’t have to leave right away or anything, but just in case.”

I grinned as we exchanged numbers, the moment feeling so sweet and simple, like it was the beginning of something special. I added him on social media too, our phones pinging softly as the connections were made.

As we settled back in, the music softly playing in the background, Tyler glanced over at me, his voice soft. “So... you want to stay the night? I mean, not in a weird way—just, we can keep listening to music and hanging out. No pressure, but... I think it'd be fun.”

My heart warmed at the offer, and I nodded, smiling at him. “Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

And just like that, what had started as a chaotic, disappointing night turned into one I knew I’d remember forever. Sitting there with Tyler, in his cozy makeshift studio, with the soft hum of music around us, I felt like I’d stumbled into something unexpected and wonderful. And I didn’t want it to end anytime soon.

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Taking Care of Business

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x UnhingedFem!Reader

Summary: In where [Y/n] comes to take care of David after an incident that leaves him limping around. (Could be what takes place after Judas Kiss)

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Daddy Kink, Age Gap, Penetrative Sex, Woman On Top, Oral (M Receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Mentions Of Injuries, And once again [Y/n] being a slut (affectionate)

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: It's the 21st of Feb which means happy birthday to our favorite old man!!!! As a present here is a smutty one shot with one of his underrated character who is still battling (and losing) the fight against unhinged [Y/n]🤣🤣🤣 Enjoy!

When David finally hobbled over to the door with his sprained ankle, he swore up and down he was going to curse the son of a bitch out that hadn't stopped knocking for the last five minutes.

He thought they would get the message that they weren't welcomed after the fifth time they knocked and he didn't answer. It didn't seem to be the case though, as they continued to bang on his door incessantly. 

Finally making his way to the front room, he swung open the door with force, expecting to see some salesman or Jehovah's witness, and ready to tear them a new one. Yet, when he opened his mouth to swear, all words failed him when he saw what, or more accurately who, was standing at the door. 

All dressed up in what could only be described as a sexy nurse's costume, complete with the stereotypical white nurse hat and short dress that left almost nothing to the imagination, [Y/n] stood with a feline smirk on her painted lips, and a glint in her eyes that only meant trouble.

David groaned internally at the sight.

"Nurse [Y/n] here for a Detective Friedman~." She purred, voice sugary sweet as she winked at him. "Heard you got yourself in a bit of an accident last week. Thought you could use a bit of help 'round the house."

"Jesus Christ! What the hell are you wearing? Matter of fact what are you doin' out here lookin' like that?"  

"Oh didn't you hear me the first time? I'm your personal nurse here to take care of you so I need to dress the part! Looks like that ankle of yours ain't the only thing not workin'." She teased, causing him to throw a glare her way for the insinuation that something was wrong with his hearing. "Now are you gonna let me in because it sure is chilly out 'ere."  

To drive home the fact it was colder than normal, she hugged herself, shook her shoulders a little, and rubbed her arms to warm her skin that had some goosebumps. All the while, she let out a little 'brrr', causing him to let out a loud sigh as his hand went to card through his hair that hadn't been brushed that morning.

Peaking out the door and noticing that the neighborhood was unusually devoid of life at ten in the morning, the first thing he thought was whether or not the woman in front of him had done something insane to his neighbors. It should have been a red flag.

The second thought was that he had ignored all the red flags before, so he really didn't have a leg (haha) to stand on. 

Thirdly, with the pout on her lips and the way she had stood outside for god knows how long, he knew she wasn't leaving without doing what she set out to do.  Whatever that was.

If there was one thing [Y/n] was, other than a bit off her rocker, it was that she was persistent. And he was too old to have his neighbors asking why this young thing was standing outside his house dressed up like it was Halloween. 

"Get in here, and I'm not letting you touch my ankle," he growled through gritted teeth. It seemed as if she ignored that last part as she cheered and scurried in, as David stood aside to let her through before he closed the door. "Last I heard, you ain't have a medical degree so I sure as hell ain't about to let you fool around with it and break it." 

Turning to face her, he was suddenly met with her arms wrapping around his shoulder, and her soft lips being pressed against his own which was accompanied by a noisy groan. Call it instinct, or just being aware of how stubborn the minx in front of him was, instead of pushing her away, he wrapped his own arms around her waist and let her kiss him. 

A pleased hum, that almost sounded like a squeal of joy left her throat as her tongue traced his lips, and he had to stop the smirk that wanted to appear because god did she have the most interesting reaction to things. 

'Lord have mercy Friedman you need to go get your head check before she kills your ass too.'

Were the words his internal monologue screamed, yet they were quickly shut down when he parted his lips and felt her tongue slip into his mouth. The hungry little appendage explored the wet warm cavern of his mouth as his own tongue twirled around hers.

His large hand cupped the side of her face, and it caused a shudder to run up her spine. A squeal of delight left her lips as she felt another type of slick begin to wet the thin strip of fabric that she wore underneath her little 'uniform'.

They stood at the front door for a good moment, devouring one another's lips while trying to dominate each other in the kiss. [Y/n] easily lost it as soon as wandering hands squeezed her behind and had her whining in delight. 

It was just enough for him to force his tongue into her mouth before he began to lick and explore her mouth. She tasted of something faintly sweet, and he couldn't stop the low growl that left his throat as he kissed her harder.

The kiss had gotten messy quickly. So much so that when she had pulled away, David could see a thin shiny trail of saliva that was at the corner of her mouth before she licked her lips.

"Aw don't be that way! I don't need to go to Tulane to know that the best way to treat a sprain is to soak it, rest it and elevate it," she beamed, her voice still breathy as she pulled away from the wet kiss with a pleased smile and smudged lipstick. "Plus." She hummed, voice thick with desire, as she trailed a finger down the plain t-shirt he wore while her eyes stayed on him. "Don't need a degree with the type of fooling around I wanna do with you. Daddy."

He bit back the groan that left his lips, as her fingers continued their adventure down his body until she was stroking the growing tent in his boxers. Very much noticing his arousal, the hungry grin on [Y/n] lips only grew wider as she began to palm his erection already itching to get her fingers around it and pussy full of it. 

God damn his dick for getting him into this!

"Come on let me take care of you," she sang sweetly in his ear as she watched the conflict in his eyes quickly be replaced with hunger and desire.

"Take care of me huh?" He grunted, letting out a low guttural moan as her fingers slipped past the opening of his boxers and she began to stroke his heavy warm cock that had already started leaking. "What? You gonna drop,  fuck, on your knees in front of the door, mmm, and blow me doll?"

"I will if you want me to," she said without hesitation, and he could have sworn he could come right there as she continued to tug and squeeze at his cock that throbbed with each flick of her fingers. "Like I said," she whispered, tone full of desire as she leaned close to him with that devilish smirk that had been his downfall many times. "When it comes to you, I'm good for anything you wanna do."

"God damnit," David hissed as he grabbed the hand that was languidly working him, making her let go of him and slipping out from under his boxers. "You're a little slut you know that?" 

"Mhm, only for you," she hummed, before a mischievous look came across her face that had him narrowing his eyes before she continued, "boo." 

She watched as his eyebrows shot up before furrowing in annoyance. A long scowl appeared on his thin lips as the grip on her arm tightened, and only seconds later, was she being roughly yanked towards the couch.

A noisy ecstatic squeal left her lips as he manhandled her while he stomped to the other side of the living room with her in tow. Well, as much stomping as a man could do with a sprained ankle. [Y/n] couldn't help the minuscule amount of sympathy she felt for him when she saw him wince and hiss in pain when he let her go and sat on the sofa.

Good thing she was here to take care of him though right?

Eagerly, she found herself in between parted legs before dropping to her knees in front of him. But before she could find her place below him, he caught her arm, causing her to freeze as a wave of confusion rushed over her when she looked up at him.

"Oh no you don't," he groaned, pulling her so that she stood back up, still confused as ever, a pout formed on her painted lips.

"But I wanna taste you daddy," she whined, cheeks puffed as if she was about to throw a tantrum from not being able to give him a blowjob. 

"Now don't start with me," he warned. "I know how much you love being on your knees, but I got somethin' else I want you to do. And ain't I'm the one you're supposed to be taking care of?"

Pout still on her lips, she nodded.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir," she huffed out like a little kid who had gotten in trouble and was being told off.

"Thought so. Now take that silly little getup you got off," he commanded, motioning up and down with his pointer finger. "And when ya done with that," he added, dropping his hand to his stiff erection, and stroking it through his boxers, all while holding her attention and watching her bite her bottom lip. "Come take care of me like you said you would."

She knew exactly what he was wanting, and she couldn't stop the gigantic grin that instantly spread across her face at his words.

"Yes, sir!" 

There was definitely more enthusiasm in that one than the one before, and you would have thought that someone had told her that she had won the Powerball. Granted, to her, getting to ride dick as good as his was maybe just as good or better than winning the lottery.

Slowly, she began to unbutton the top of the dress just like he told her to. Her lustful gaze stayed trained on him, as she languidly swayed her hips side to side in an unhurried beat. With each button that came undone, the lacy bra underneath revealed itself as she licked her swollen lips hungrily, causing David to groan quietly as he continued to lazily stroke himself.  

Finally, with one last flick of her fingers, the entire front of the costume came open, and she pulled it off of her completely and discarded it aside. Once gone, it left her with the heels that she had worn, which were being taken off that second, and a matching set of lacy white bra and panties.

The latter was unbelievably soaked and sticky as it rubbed against her needy core that throbbed, and had been throbbing the moment she had wrapped her fingers around him.  Her pussy needed him inside her and she was going to do anything he told her to do to get it.

Removing his hand from himself, David motioned her to come to him, and she obediently took a few steps forward before getting up on the sofa with him. Knees on either side of his hip, and her hands planted on his shoulders, she lowered herself just enough so that she could rub her clothed opening against him, causing them both to let out noisy moans at the contact of her drenched need.

"Mmm, do, oh, do you like it," she purred as seductively as she could, even though the words came out more breathlessly than she intended to. 

He didn't answer. Instead, she watched him take her pebbled nipple that was barely covered and begin to roll it between his fingers before he gave it a little squeeze.

"Yea, it does look real good on you." He answered truthfully after a moment as he leaned down, and nipped at the covered bud, causing a zing of pleasure to bloom in her chest and make its way down to her core.  "But," there was a look of irritation as he glanced at her, well actually just above her as he leaned back. "Take this fuckin' thing off," he hissed grabbing the hat off her head and throwing it somewhere in the room to be looked for later. 

"Not a fan of the look?" She giggled, leaning in and kissing his unshaven cheek and purring at the feel of the roughness against her.

"Not of that. Where'd you even get it from? It's not even close to Halloween yet for them to be selling that shit."

"Oh I have my ways don't you worry detective. You just lay back," she purred, a lusty smile on her painted lips, as she gently pushed his chest so that he would sit back. "And enjoy the ride~." 

A smirk appeared on his face but it was fleeting. As soon as she had finished talking, she was lifting her hips up, reaching behind her and taking his cock in hand. He let out a muffled groan that became louder the moment she pushed her panties aside and began to stroke her sticky opening with his sensitive tip.

One. Two. Three swipes along her hungry pussy, and his cock was soaked in her juices as she lowered her hips, allowing the head to sink in past her opening before she slowly slid down his shaft. Inch by delicious inch he filled her up. Split her slutty pussy apart the way she liked it. In a way only he could. It was hot, it burned and there was a twinge of pain that accompanied the ac,t but she fucking loved each and every second of it. 

There was nothing like having a man of his size make his home in her, and god would she do anything to make herself ready and available for her,

"D-Daddy~!" 

Her head fell back, just as David's did, as he felt his cock being enveloped by the warm, wet, and welcoming channel that was her cunt. The way her insides grabbed onto him, pulled him deeper into her like a siren's song pulling sailors closer to their doom, had him panting and moaning as his hand flew to her hips for some purchase.

"Fuuuck that's it," he grunted, doing all he could to hold back from thrusting into her considering she was the one who was supposed to be doing all the work. 

Inch by inch he filled her up. And as he lifted his head up to watch her, he swore he could come just from the wanton expression that blanketed her face. Face damp with sweat, and lips parted as whimpers left her, she bit her bottom lip in concentration as she sunk down on him.

Slowly and carefully she took him, until after what seemed like a long agonizing moment, her body finally relaxed completely and she was sliding down him completely with a muffled moan.

They sat for a moment staring at each other. Their eyes lidded, pupils blown, and soft pants leaving them as [Y/n]'s insides spasmed around him. Their noses touched as she leaned forward to plant an unusually chaste kiss on his lips, and he groaned into it as one hand reached to hold the back of her neck.

Over and over she kissed him, from his lips to his stubbly cheeks, which made her giggle as the course hairs tickled her skin. As she nuzzled the side of his face, a strange feeling wormed its way into David's stomach.

Arousal, and something more dangerous than that, swirled around in him, but he didn't have much time to think about it because once she pulled away, he could see that devilish smirk back on her face.

"What are you up-."

She didn't let him finish his question before she lifted her hips, sliding off of him almost entirely before slamming herself back down with force. 

"FUCK!"

His startled shout mingled with her high pitched moan before the sound of flesh slapping against flesh accompanied them as she began to bounce on him enthusiastically. Each fall of her hips had force behind it, and the angle at which she was riding him had him hitting her sweet spot over and over again without fail. Each hit of that spot had her insides shuddering, her toes curling and him gasping in pleasure as she squeezed around his cock. 

This position had even more perks though. Every time she would seat herself all the way on him, she was able to grind her throbbing clit against his clothed stomach causing a more intense wave of pleasure to bloom in her.

"Mmm, fuck daddy yes~!" She babbled out breathlessly as she fell forward, grinding her hips against him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "So f-fucking big," she moaned into his ear, causing a shudder to run down his spine as he gripped her hips so tightly that there would no doubt be nail marks and bruises on her. Yet the pain didn't stop her at all from fulfilling her duties of taking care of him. 

It seemed to spur her on actually.

Bouncing and grinding on him, she pulled back a little, so that he could take a good look at how disheveled she knew she was. Her breast bounced in her bra that offered no real support as she stared at him with glazed over 'fuck me' eyes.

"Do I, mmm, f-feel good?" The question was punctured with a sharp gasp and a sob as his cock rubbed against that rough patch in her that only brought a hot pang of pleasure and more wetness. "D-does daddy like how tight, ahhh, and wet I am for him?"

Another slide of her down his aching cock, had him leaning forward and kissing her exposed neck, causing her to shudder all around him as he nipped and sucked.

"Y-yea, fuck, yeah," he murmured against her damp skin as he began to take over the pace while his cock began to throb relentlessly from the warm slick that was wrapped around him. Her insides eagerly accepted him deeper and deeper with each thrust, and he knew he would be gone soon with how good she made him feel. "Would have called you sooner if I knew mmm, knew this was your idea of taking care of," he joked, trying to make light of the sticky situation, but all he could let out was another groan as he felt another spasm inside of her. 

Another whine left her throat as he began to pick up speed on his end. The room filled with the sounds of their pants and groans that grew louder and louder along with the sound of his cock pistoning in and out of her sodden insides. 

"Mmmm yes, wanna take care, oh god, take care of you," she babbled uncontrollably as her eyes fought to stay open as the pleasure began to addle her mind.  "Take care, mmm wanna take care of daddy."  The phrase repeated itself over and over as she took him, ignoring any ache in her bones that screamed at her.

Her insides shuddered and clenched down with each thrust and she was so out of it that she hadn't realized that one of his hands had left her hips and had made its way down to her aching clit. With one press of his fingers against her, he had her keening out, her head falling back, and her insides wrapping him in a vice grip that had him choke out a few profanities.

"D-daddy!"

"F-fuck!" He hissed, a raspy gasp left his lips as he rubbed his fingers against her throbbing bead in hurried messy circles that had her twitching around him uncontrollably. The feeling of her insides clenching and unclenching had him letting out a loud groan as he felt himself harden even more, signaling that he was about to fall over that edge.

"Please wanna feel you," she begged, eyes wide and glassy with tears as she felt him about to come. "Need you, please." 

With how polite she was being, which was always such a change from her normal behavior, David couldn't hold back the amused smirk or groan as he began to pick up speed.

"Yeah you wanna feel me doll," he grunted out as he admired the blissed out expression she wore. As if bouncing on his cock was the best damn thing she had ever done. "Want me to make a mess of  this slutty cunt huh?" He asked puncturing each word with an upward thrust causing her to squeal loudly.

"Y-yes! Yes yes," she chanted, "please daddy!"

Gritting his teeth, he began to help her bounce quicker against him, and it had her thrashing her head side to side as he abused her sore cunt. The slick sounds of them fucking only increased with each thrust, and when he pressed at her clit, her insides shuddered and clamped down on him hard. 

The action had him crying out, and his stomach clenching as he stilled against her. Pain and pleasure mixed together before he was shooting hot ropes of cum inside her causing her to gasp and writhe and the tight grip he had on her. The sheer force of him tipping over and coming triggered her own orgasm, causing the pressure that had been bubbling and building in her stomach to explode. 

A broken sob left her lips, followed by a loud groan as a gush of wetness soaked David's entire bottom half with her pleasure. She went to let out another cry, only for it to be silenced by his lips as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her front against his to keep her from falling back as she trembled. 

Tiny whimpers escaped her throat as her insides twitched and throbbed around him as she rode her high out. Her hips stilled as their hearts felt as if they were about to burst out of their chests from how quick and hard they were beating. You think you could hear it with how loud it sounded in their ears.

But, the only sound around them now, was the sound of their lips meeting over and over until one pulled away so they could both breathe. Their pants filled the air, as [Y/n] laid limply against David, who held her and even stroked her back lazily as he tried to catch his own breath.  

They stayed there against one another, catching their breaths and waiting for feeling to return to their numb limbs. It was tempting to fall asleep after such strenuous activity, but with how cool the wetness against the fabric of his boxers had already become it wouldn't be too comfortable. And she seemed to sense that too as let out a yawn as she leaned back, a sleepy smile on her features.

"Take care of you alright didn't I?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Don't get cocky on me doll, I'm pretty sure I did all the work at the end," he threw back though his tone dripped with nothing but playful sarcasm.

A tinkering giggle left her as she smacked his chest lightly, before slowly, and carefully raising her hips so she could get off of him and stretch her legs that had been bent for a good minute. Watching as [Y/n] slid off of him, he groaned as her wet heat that had enveloped him disappeared leaving him uncomfortably cool. 

Falling back against the sofa once she had gotten up, he had to admit he was feeling much more relaxed than he had in a minute. That relaxed state was short lived though, as when he saw her adorn that sneaky grin again and drop to her knees in front of his spread thighs, he knew he was in for more of her mischievousness. No matter how good it would feel for him.

"[Y/n]!" He warned, but before he could protest too much more, her mouth was on his limp cock causing his hips to jerk forward, and a low groan to be ripped from his throat, as she began to suck on the sensitive flesh.

She wasted no time lapping up the creamy and tangy mixture of her juices and his seed that coated him. And when she was done with that she began to lick up and down his shaft, kissing and mouthing at it before she was taking him into her mouth. It was no surprise that he had gotten hard again, and it wasn't long before he was coming one more time with a muffled moan as he shot more of the salty liquid into her mouth.  

And just like last time, she swallowed it all without protest. A hungry grin on her face as she lapped up any remnants of his pleasure. 

"All clean," she mused, kissing the tip of him once more before slowly standing up with a smirk that could rival the Cheshire cat. 

With her bra off one shoulder, her panties a sodden mess, her lips swollen and her eyes glossy from the tears she had shed, she looked an absolute mess. Yet somehow she still managed to seem ecstatic, and while yes she looked like a mess, she was still a gorgeous mess to him. Maybe it was because she was already a bit deranged that the chaos suited her, David thought as he watched her look around for a moment as if she was searching for something.

It didn't take but a second for her expression to morph from a pondering one to a knowing one as she quickly made a beeline for the hallway. She had moved so quickly that he almost didn't have time to say anything before she was disappearing deeper into his house.

"Hey now where are you going!" He shouted as he whipped his head in her direction, only to catch a glimpse of her before she was out of sight.

"Stay there I'll be right back!" 

Was her muffled command before moments later the sound of rushing water was heard coming from the bathroom. He immediately tensed up as his first thought was that she was going to drown him and that her fucking him was just a very twisted sending off present. Very kind of her, but he wasn't keen on dying right this moment, and especially not by drowning.

"Man, shut up she's not about to kill you," he whispered as he quickly stuffed himself back into his boxers but not without a wince at how cold and wet the fabric was. 

Pushing himself off the sofa, and wincing a bit, he began to limp towards the bathroom. The sound of rushing water became louder and louder as he got closer, and before long he was standing in the doorway of the bathroom. His eyes immediately fell on [Y/n] sitting at the bathtub's edge, her fingers testing the water and shaking the wetness off after deeming it the right temperature. 

Looking up and seeing him standing there, a pout immediately formed on her lips as she stood up, and he noticed she had taken the scraps of undergarment off leaving her bare. Of course, his cock twitched at the sight and he had to hold in a sharp inhale.

"Now I thought I told you to stay on the sofa!" She scolded, a slight whine in her tone as she sauntered up to him. "Can't be puttin' too much weight on your ankle you know or it'll take forever in a day to get better."

Completely ignoring what she was saying, he narrowed his eyes at her and sent a suspicious gaze in her direction. 

"Now look here," he started, backing away a little but pausing to wince once again at the dull throb in his ankle. "I'm not sure what you're up to [Y/n], but I ain't about to let you drown me if that's what you're up to. I'm not tryna be found floating butt naked in my damn bathtub!"

"Drown you?" The surprise was evident in her tone and by the way her eyes widened slightly. For a second he thought he could see a glint of another emotion in her eyes, but when he blinked, she just wore that pout that she would bring out when she didn't get what she wanted.  

"Dave I don't know what you're talkin' about. Are you sure you didn't hit your head too in the accident?" She added, as she began to try to examine his forehead but was stopped as he pulled away a little. 

"Ain't no one tryin' to drown you! Why would I go do something like that to my favorite person." She purred. 

Taking him by the hand, she guided him over to the bath, and he reluctantly followed though he was still a bit weary.

"Just thought a nice hot bath would do some good for your ankle, and well, we done got a bit messy haven't we? Now go on," she said, letting his hand go as they stopped in front of the bath that was steaming and had some bubbles in it. "And don't worry," her voice pulled him out of his train of thought, returning his attention back to her. A beaming smile was on her lips and she had one hand on her heart and the other raised. "I promise to the good lord above that I am not gonna do anything murderous."

Somehow, that didn't give him any more confidence than he had before. But, against every rational thought in his body, which honestly there wasn't much left considering, he did as she asked.

Stripping his boxers and shirt off, and tossing the garments to the ground, he, with the help of [Y/n] who steadied him, stepped in the bath, and he couldn't deny the loud groan he let out when he submerged himself in the hot soapy water. 

It was nice he couldn't lie. While he much more preferred showers, this was a much better way of soaking his foot than constantly using that plastic bucket he had.  His eyes may have also closed for a second as he relaxed in the bath, his shoulders sagging as he let the water soothe his muscles and wash the stickiness off of him.

Everything was so nice that he only had the energy to open one eye when he heard splashing water as [Y/n] stepped into the bath with him. He watched curiously as she lowered herself into the bath before she climbed on top of him once more. 

"Feels good don't it?" She whispered, as she pressed her front against Dave's chest, while her core hovered over his cock that had begun to twitch in interest once again.  Her fingers grazed his upper body before going up to tangle themselves in his thick hair which had a smattering of gray growing in.

With a seductive grin, she didn't wait for his answer before she pressed her lips against his. Chaste at first the kiss was, but it quickly turned into him devouring her fully as she ground her hips against his reawakened excitement. 

Needless to say, bathing wasn't the only thing they ended up doing. She had ended up coaxing another orgasm from them both, and only after he had painted her insides again, did she pull away and let the lukewarm water wash them off. 

He was fucking spent in the best of ways, so much so that she had managed to convince him to take a nap while she tidied up his home after their bath.

"It's what I'm here for!"  She had winked at him, still only clad in a towel as she went to find her clothes that were scattered somewhere in the front room. 

Too tired to even protest,  knowing she would weasel her way out of any argument, he dried himself, and made his way to his room where he pulled on a fresh pair of boxers before he was flopping down on his bed. He had fallen asleep almost instantaneously, not even worried about what she may do to him in his sleep.

When he had awakened from his nap that he didn't even realize he had taken, his first thought was,

"[Y/n]?" 

There was no reply at the call of her name, nor was there one when he called out again. It was just pure silence in the house, and he hand wondered for a moment if she was still there. Yawning loudly, and wiping the sleep from his eyes, he got up, stumbling a bit as he tried to wake fully. 

Once he had made it out of his room and into the front again, he noticed that the living room had been tidied up neatly. He wasn't a slob, no, but there had been a few empty bottles of alcohol lying around on the table when she had arrived, and they were there no longer.

Anything that had seemed to be out of place had been put back, such as some DVDs that he had left out on the TV console, which were now back at home with the DVDs he had. Everything was neat like a housekeeper had come to clean, though he did notice a piece of paper placed squarely in the middle of the coffee table that caught his eyes.

Hobbling over, he picked it up and read it aloud.

"Better slow it down with all the drinking detective." He snorted at that. No chance if she was still around causing him nightmares at times. "I cleaned as much as I could while you were sleep and even packed you some food which I put in the fridge. And don't worry, like I said, I ain't trying to kill you, who else is going to make me come as hard as you do." There was a pause as he tried to keep a straight face but the absurdity was winning out and he wanted to laugh. "Take care of yourself you hear? Though I don't mind coming back to take care of you."

She had signed it 'love your favorite nightmare', and he was almost reluctant to agree with her as his eyes found one last note on the letter which read.

'P.S. thanks for the ride daddy~', and it had a little heart scrawled next to it. 

This time, he couldn't stop the raucous chuckle that bubbled from his throat until it became a full blown fit of laughter. 

Oh god.

Maybe her crazy had worn off on him and he should actually get his head checked out. Whatever it was, he just stood there, paper in hand in the middle of his living room, shoulders shaking as he laughed.

He probably looked insane to his neighbors if they saw him. It took him a few minutes to calm himself even though he kept chuckling as he put the letter down and went to the kitchen.

Just like the living room, it was spotless, and when he went to open the fridge, he was taken aback by the numerous containers of food in there that he sure as hell didn't make. 

"Well I be damn. She wasn't tellin' no tale," he muttered, as he pulled one of the containers out to observe what was in it. 

He did the same to a few others, each of them containing something different yet appealing. With his curiosity sated, he closed the fridge door as more questions popped into his head as he just stood there. It was bizarre, to say the least, but everything about [Y/n] was bizarre and he should know better by now not to question it. 

But he did, because let's face it, the so called arrangement that they had was bizarre. They hadn't really discussed it, because how do you discuss something like what they had going on. So it was just odd. 

And as he stood, ignoring the protest of his ankle, that he knew she would say something about, he wondered briefly if he had been missing something. Their relationship was transactional, but this particular act did not seem to be that way, and it had his brain trying to figure something logical out.

"Alright maybe you do need to stop all that drinkin, got you thinkin' of some weird shit," he spoke to himself as he felt a migraine coming on. 

Just as he went to say something else he stopped when his stomach began to grumble and he looked down at it with a raised eyebrow.

"Really you're doing this now?" He asked accusingly knowing again that he probably seemed a bit off his rocker. Well…it wasn't like he didn't have tons of food in his fridge now thanks to [Y/n] and if she wanted to off him she could have done so when he fell asleep. 

So with an exaggerated sigh, he went back into the fridge and grabbed a random container to heat up in the microwave. 

Hopefully, he wouldn't be dead in the morning.

[txjuns]

⊹₊ ‎ look up, you’ll see the stars ⊹₊ ‎

Part 8: Wanna bet?

Pairing: rocker!taesan x artist!reader (college students)

Synopsis: y/n was never fond of parties until her friends convinced her to go to one of their college parties. Paranoia, Taesan’s band was going to perform. Just a look was enough to start a spark in both of them. Everything falls into place until y/n’s past comes back to haunt her, which causes emotional turmoil on everyone.

Warnings: angst, romance, cussing, kys/kms jokes, kinda loser taesan, mentions of murder (I’ll add more as I go)

Taglist: [OPEN] comment to be added to the list

A/N: Sorry for not updating. The past week has been crazy. I had to take a break for the Seunghan situation for my mental health, to help boycot SM and to spread awareness. I hope all our hard work is not in vain. As a BRIIZE, I hope the boys are okay

You were sitting in front of your easel, looking out the window of the art studio. You were struggling to find inspiration for your artwork. It felt like you’ve already done everything. From portraits to nature. It was hard when your life wasn’t that interesting. You never really had anything going on, it was always just studying, sleep, lectures, classes and then studying again. It was something you’ve gotten used to. Part of you liked being alone, but on the other hand you craved something more. A genuine, mutual connection full of love, passion and adventure. You knew it was impossible right now, but your mind couldn’t help but wonder ‘what if?’

You suddenly heard the door open. You immediately turned your head to look at the person. It was the new transfer student, Anton. As he walked in, he gave you a quick glance before sitting down in front of the easel next to you. “You’re an art student too?” You asked, with a slight smile. He took of his headphones, “Yeah, I am. You must be Y/n.” He had a genuine smile on his face, “I’ve heard a lot about you. The professors are very impressed with your work.” Your shoulders dropped slightly at his words. If only he knew what was going on in your mind. “Thanks. I try my best.” You pick up your paint brush and dip it into a random paint colour, which was Crimson Red. You lifted up your arm and as you went to paint, you froze, realizing that you still had nothing. Not even a base or concept. Anton realized this and tried to not pay too much attention to it.

You sat like that for a few seconds before he spoke up. “Having some trouble with inspiration?” He asked, trying not to sound too prying. Your arm dropped onto your knee as you just stared at your empty canvas. “That obvious, huh?” You felt defeated. It was as if you were sucked dry, and all the thoughts in your head made it even worse. Anton got up from his seat and walked over to you. He gently placed his headphones over your ears which made you jump, but he reassured you by placing a hand on your shoulder. “When I run out of inspiration, I listen to my favorite songs and really focus on how it makes me feel. From the vocals to the intrumental. I focus on every little detail in the song and translate it into a stroke. Just let the music guide your hand. Don’t think too much, just listen.” With that, started playing a song. It was Wind Song by Ludovico Einaudi. One of your favourite musicians “For me, classical music translated into art better than any other genre, but each person is different.” He watched you as you silently listened to the song with your paint brush in hand. The song made you feel free. Like a swan in water. Everything felt so easy. You could picture a pond with a lot green trees surrounding it, and in the middle of the pond were two swans. A black swan and a white swan. They saw each other’s differences, but loved each other for it. The didn’t care for the differences because at the end of the day, that’s what made them unique, and what made them fall for each other. The song came to an end and you knew exactly what you wanted to paint. It shocked you how effective the method was.

You took off the headphones and handed them back to Anton. “That’s amazing,” you say with a big grin on your face. He could see the way your face lit up, in contrast to when he first walked in. “I’m glad to help. Please feel free to use this method if you’re ever stuck.” He went back to his seat and started on his own painting. “Do you want to grab coffee some time?” He asked with a big grin on his lips.

~

You went in your room and dropped your bag on the floor before flopping on your bed. The memories of earlier flipped through your mind. Anton was so kind to you. This may be the start of a beautiful friendship. As you were staring at the ceiling, you couldn’t help but start thinking about Taesan. The way he looked at you at the coffee shop

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[marcothephoenixhusband]

Law The Yandere Crazy Stalker Ex/Marco The Savior

AU Modern Day

🔞18+ NSFW

-Marco x F!Reader-

Warnings: Stalking, Fluff, Romance, Revenge, Consensual Sex, Threats, Blood, Revenge On Yandere Law With Marco on Phone Sex, Yandere Psycho Law, Slice Of Life with Marco, Valentine's Day Sex, Proposed too, Maid and Master Play Near End

>THIS IS LONG<

SUMMARY: You were going on three years with Law, coming up was Valentines day and you had bought some red lingerie that had a big bow that unfolds. But not once did he ever get you anything for any holiday or even your birthday you always got him things. Laws a rocker in a band that does well enough for him to get by, he plays bass. In the begining everything seemed fine. But now in fact every time he would come over it was just to use you for sex then leave with you crying he knew how you worked and would abuse it all he wanted. That is until your neighbor Marco a doctor and friend of three going on four years helps you out. When lots of other things happen. *Phoenix Wright makes an appearance.

"Todays Valentines Day! Today I make him realize that im not just some woman. First ill go to his place and surprise him with this red lingerie, a letter and a heart bear. Todays my only day off this week. Then well go out somewhere and have fun lets see its four thirty plenty of time fifteen minutes away from my apartment" you say to yourself getting dressed in the lingerie. Doing your makeup perfect just how you like it but to also to match the lingerie. You put on a black sheer shirt but if someone were to glance they wouldn't notice anything. You put on a black zipper skirt for easy access, you wore your favorite low platform shoes. Once ready with everthing you grab a taxi and go five miles to his small apartment. Walking up the stairs you suddenly get nervous but you reassure yourself theres nothing wrong with you. And walk up the flight of steps unlocking his door to hear noises. Noises that definitely were not from the TV. So you walk through the open door of his room to see him fucking your best friend. (Excuse me, ex best friend)

"WE ARE DONE Law!! Loose my number and return the apartment key to my apartment!" You rip the head off the bear and throw it at his stupid bass for his band also tearing the letter in half dropping it as your storming through his unkempt apartment as hes saying and putting pants on. You throw his spare key out the open window since it reeked of sex.

"No! (N) its not what it looks like! Your mine you cant leave! I love you!!!" Your ex yells as your ex bff says.

"What the hell you said you loved me and were gonna dump her soon for me!"

"No I didnt! Look (n) we can talk this out" your ex Law says with his hands as you look back at him scan him up and down and then your ex bff and say.

"Were over! All of us!" You open the door walk, down the steps and call a taxi luckily one was right there. As Law put on a shirt then tried to run after you but the taxi allready was leaving missing him by seconds. Bursting out sobbing now that your facade of strength was over the taxi driver asks.

"Are you all right miss? Do you have anyone too talk to?" Through your tears you just sob out

"He ...... fucked..... my.... best friend" and that was enough for the taxi driver to shutup. You were going through so much pain.

"Were here... be safe miss" the taxi driver says and you nod still crying giving him way to much money as you exited the car. Once inside your complex your struggle to get your keys to open the door which made you cry even more. You hear a click then a door open you all ready knew who it was. Marco Phoenix your neighbor of three years going on four years and a doctor. Sometimes you both would drink and chat like friends but you didnt want to bother him with your crap right now. Shaking black eyeliner running down your face.

"(N) are you allright? Yoi" Marco asks softly.

"..... cant ..... stop..... shaking...." you cry but managed to get out. He gently holds your shoulders as he says

"How about you take ten minutes to calm down put the decapitated bear down. Get yourself situated and then come over to talk about things over some wine? Yoi" You just nod and he slowly grabs your key and unlocks your door for you.

"Thank you Marco" his gentle touches have seemed to calm you down enough to go into your apartment as he went into his. First you throw the bear against the wall but it just bounces back on to the floor. Then you take a deep breath three times to calm down more. Then it sinks in you only have ten minutes you wipe your makeup and managed to fix it like before which was black eyeliner with red sparkles on the eyelids. It didnt even occur to you to change your clothes. You drink some water and its time. Technically you spent fifteen minutes but oh well. You exit your apartment locking it incase the psycho comes to your apartment though he had a spare key made himself. Marco and Law have met in passing before many times as Marco headed to work, lets just say they dont get along. Marco and your ex bff were the ones youd talk too about your problems but that backstabbing bitch!

'At least you had Marco, he was kind, handsome, laid back, and a gentle soul. You blush you have had a crush on him and not realized till now?!' You think

'Hes just my friend its just wine on valentine's day' you think shake off the blush then knock on Marcos door. He opens the door with a laidback expression and opens it for you to walk in through his arm thats propping the door open. I mean he was six, eight foot after all. As you do you smell a lavender candle burning and two glasses of wine near the big ass nice couch that could be used as a bed. As he closes the door you take off your shoes by the welcome mat for shoes. He leads you to the couch, you both sit down. His left arm resting on the couch behind you. As he picks up his glass of wine so you do the same. He takes a sip as you take a gulp.

"So tell me what happened (n) Yoi" he takes another sip.

"Well ... he was sleeping with my ex bff the whole time, the only thing he ever did right was to use condoms with me. And he never once made me cum either it was always about him! She said that he loved her and that he was gonna dump me after almost three years for her! I feel like all that time is a waste! Thats when I broke up with them! Then he said no way! and that he loved me thats when I got a taxi and left. Then I started balling in the taxi and the taxi driver asked if I was okay and all I could say was He fucked my bff ugh!" You say voice shaky you feel Marcos thumb rub your shoulder.

"Marco did I deserve this? Am I a bad person?" You ask looking over cetching his eyes as he sets his glass down and so do you. He embraces you in a hug rubbing your back when your phone starts going off making you jump a little.

"Replying to you, no you never deserved anything that sick bastard did to you. And no your the opposite your such a wonderful and enjoyable person to be around. He lost a good woman. Yoi" suddenly your phone started vibrating and you grab your phone to see

"Ahh its him!" You say startled.

"Well lets answer it Yoi"

"What?! No! Why-" you protest but Marco all ready grabed your phone and slides to accept the call and put it on speaker.

"(N) I swear it wont happen again!" Law yells.

"Yea just like the times you promised her this and that but never followed through making her cry countless times? Yoi" Law seemed shocked.

"Who is this?!" Law yells.

"Take a wild ass guess dumbass Yoi" Marco says with authority.

"Marco you asshole why do you have her-" Marco cut Law off

"Oh shes right here, in my arms. And I think she likes it. Law do you know what a clitorus gland is?"

"Yea its where guys put there dicks in" Whispering to you Marco asks

"Do you trust me (n) let me show you what an actual orgasm is supposed to feel like Yoi" you blush but nod and whisper

"I trust you Marco." Marco turns back to the phone on the couch.

"Wrong Law its how you make a woman orgasm let me demonstrate. Yoi" Marco says with a calm voice unzipping your skirt and taking your shirt off gently.

"Wow what a beautiful woman dressed up in red lingerie in a bow Yoi"

"Put (n) on the phone now dont you touch her shes mine!" Law yells as Marco unwraps your bow slowly and says to Law.

"Shes wrapped up like a present for me. Yoi" You knew this was Marcos way of revenge well not the sexy part, but when you mess with his friends hell think on it then come up with a plan. Youve never been on that receiving end before though.

"Stop touching her!! Bastard ill kill you!" Law yells.

"If you so much as step into the complex I will have the police called" Marco says in a husky tone. As Marco un wraps the whole bow causeing the ribbon to fall to the ground. Marco reaches down to your clit and rubs gently making you gasp loudly.

"(N) Whats he doing to you?!Remember your mine!!" Law yells through the speaker phone. Marco slides up and down in your folds then goes back to your clit giving more stimulus.

"Marcooo~!" You moan loudly.

"She seems to like what im doing to her Yoi" Marco says to Law.

"You sick fucker!" Law yells clearly enraged. Marco slips a digit into you while still on your clits button gently rubbing it in circles.

"Yess! Marco!! Your gonna make me cum!" You yell not that loud but loud enough for Law to hear. As Marco slid in another digit your back arched He stimulated your clit and the fingers inside you so you could ride out your high. Your back arches then falls back on the couch huffing for breath. Marco whispers in your ear.

"Would you like more of what I can do my sweet (n)? I need your permission unfortunately I dont have any condoms though. Ive never brought a woman back before..Yoi" you whisper back

"Im on birth control"

"For how long have you been on it? Yoi" Marco asks

"Since I was in high school" you reply back.

"Well I need your consent Yoi"

"You have it" you whisper back as he undresses his jacket pants and boxers then crawls on top of you but just the bottom of you planting kisses all over your body. You moaning.

"Ohh Marco!!"

"Whats that bastard doing to you?!" Law yells.

"Making her cum over and over. Yoi" Marco says in a husky voice as he spreads your legs kissing and sucking hard near your pussy on the top of your thighs leaving hickey's. He starts eating you out skillfully. Your back arches.

"MarcOOO Yesss that feels so good!!" You moan out unable to control gour body twitching. You keep moaning as you feel that feeling again. After five more minutes.

"Marco im- im gonna cum again!"

"Why are you doing this to me (n)?!" Law yells as Marco laps up your slit, massaging your clit with his tounge.

"Im im cumming MarcoOO!!" You yell arching your back as he laps up your juices. He pulls up his head wiping your juices off his face as he crawls completely on top of you and asks.

"Are you ready now (n)"

"Ready?! Ready for what?!!" Law yells over the phone.

"Ready for her to be mine forever. She was right any normal person wouldnt stay on the phone this long psycho Yoi" Marco says to Law as your face is red huffing hard.

"Marcoo I need you im ready" you whine/moan.

"Your lucky I have a gig tonight or id-!!" Law yells.

"Hold that thought Law I need to please MY woman" you both hear screams from Law but ignore them for now. Marco positions himself with both hands on either side of your head then uses one hand to slide his cock up and down your slit hitting your clit as well then he slips in the tip.

"Ahhh!!" You moan with more yelling from Law. As Marco softly thrusts to widen your walls for his cock once he reaches your cervix.

"Yesss god Marco your so big you fill me up!" You moan loudly as you wrap your arms around his neck. He starts thrusting slowly at first feeling you out.

"Ah I found it Yoi"

"Found what?!!!" Law screams now.

"Her G spot dumbass! She said I can cum in her. So with that I told you she will be mine soon forever Yoi!" Marco hits the end call button you assume. As he picks up speed hitting your g spot every time making you see spots as you dug your nails into his back he speeds up. Law kept calling back for a couple hours but eventually stopped as you all knew he had a gig tonight. Time warps into night.

"Ohh Marco are you-"

"Oh im close what about you? Yoi" he cuts you off knowing what you were gonna ask.

"Im close too ahh yess Marco!!"

After some more thrusts

"Marco! Im gonna cum!"

"Me too my sweet (n) lets cum together! Yoi" he keeps thrusting hitting your g spot everytime making you a moaning mess. Then it snuck up on you.

"Marco im gonna cum!!"

"Me too Yoi do you still want my hot cum? Yoi" he asks in your ear him proping himself on his elbows sweat dripping off of him and you.

"I doo please cum in me Marco!!" You moan out.

"Ahghh!! Marcoo im cuming!"

"Agh! Me to (n)!! Take my hot creamy cum all in you. Yoi" as your walls contrict he keeps thrusting riding out both your sex highs.

"MARCO YESS!!!" Yell out.

"(N) YESS GOD!!! YOI" He moans out slowing he thrusts through both your highs untill he slowly comes to a stop resting his head on your chest between your breasts. You hug Marco saying

"So im your woman now am I?" You question huffing, giggling and smiling wide.

He looks into your eyes seriously.

"If youll have me as your boyfriend. I promise to keep that smile on your face forever. And ive liked you for a couple years now too... Yoi" he admits. "I actually had just realized while I was having a mental brakedown that Ive liked you for awhile too Marco but I never acted on it since I was with ... him." You whisper laughing. He raises an eyebrow then soft lips meet yours as you follow his rhythm using tounges you nip his, surprising him as he nips yours. Finally breaking for air he admits.

"Thats one thing I admire about you (n) your soo loyal Yoi"

"I would always go to meet you outside to make sure you were safe. I hoped nothing bad would happen to you. Yoi" he says.

"Ah so thats why you did that I had no clue" you laugh.

"Your a woman living alone of course I worried but I couldnt be there all the time due to my job I do sometimes get randomly called in for emergencies. Now you have a crazy ex stalker who will probably come at any time. Ill have the landlord change your lock. Yoi" he admits.

"That would make me feel better..." you admit.

"Just try and stay out of your apartment until the lock is changed. Yoi"

"Law never cared to remember my schedule all he knows is I have a day job at a charity building across from the hospital."

"All right well discuss this later lets get cleaned up. Hang onto me. Yoi" he says and you obey. Wrapping your arms more around his neck and wrapping your legs tighter around his groin. He picks you up which you werent expecting and walks into his room turns the light on you see hes well kempt.

'Well he is a doctor he must feel cleaner this way' you think. Then he opens the bathroom door and turns on the shower. He places a hand on your back helping to support you then nuzzles your neck making you giggle as he gave your neck butterfly kisses. So you do the same nuzzling his neck and kissing all around his neck. Marco blushes and checks the water then holds your thighs up as he steps in.

"Ready (n) im going to pull out Yoi" he says softly and you nod him pulling you thighs away from him your back against the wall for support, each inch you miss him more until hes all the way out and you gasp as he slides you to the ground your wobbly. He pulls you into a hug and you wrap your arms around his abs feeling his cum come out of you.

"Sorry wasnt expecting you to be in my bathroom haha I only have manly things. Actually I wasnt expecting to be so devilish tonight but you and him got the better of me. I hate seeing you cry. Yoi"

"Thats okay as long as I get clean and I feel better so thank you for... everything" you reply blushing and giggling. He chuckles then he stops hugging you and squirts some body wash on you then him. You both getting clean, washes eachothers hair, then wash off everything and turn off the shower. He grabs two towels and gives you one fluffy towel. He steps out getting dry while you stay in the warm air drying off, once dry he takes the towels once you step out and throws them in the clothes bin. Then he searches his closet and returns to you with one of his casual shirts and smaller shorts that would fit you since he is wide and tall. You get dressed in them as he dresses in his night clothes but no shirt making you blush. He takes notice.

"See something you like? Yoi" he asks and you just nod and blush. He smiles wide and leads you back to the living room.

"We never actually drank our wine did we? Yoi"

"But will you be okay tomorrow?"

"Heavy drinking doesnt affect me, not that I do drink heavily. A glass or social drinking is what I prefer Yoi" he says with a smile as he gathers your clothes and sets them aside on the empty table right by the door. Then he sits on the couch and pats in the spot next to him.

"Im the same way you know drinking doesnt really affect me unless ive had a lot. But I like social drinking." You say as he replys.

"Look at that allready finding out more about eachother. So whats you favorite fruit? Yoi"

"Rassberries. What about you?"

"Pineapples haha Yoi"

"Thats surprising. I dont think I know anyone who likes pineapples except you hehe" you say poking his nose, as he wraps a blanket from behind your head over the both of you scooting closer untill your both sipping wine cuddling on the couch his arm around your waist.

"My phone finally stopped ringing?" You say curiously.

"Seventy six calls!!!!??" You slightly yell.

"Just ignore them, for now dont pick up if he calls again Yoi" you put your phone on vibrate and set it on the couch. Your face in the crook of his neck.

"Hey Marco?" He looks to you.

"Hmm my sweet? Yoi"

"Thank you for everything I mean it. In one day my life changed for the better" You say genuinely. Which makes him smile wide.

"Im glad I could help (N) even though it was unconventional Yoi" Marco replies and kisses your forehead. After finishing the wine you both makeout nipping eachothers tounges and playing around flicking swirling then breaking for air.

"Its getting late grab your phone and set an alarm eariler than normal so you can go back to your apartment in the morning and get ready. ... do you mind if I keep the ribbon? Yoi"

"Okay I will and no I dont mind I think were thinking the same thing hehe" you reply as you grab your phone. As Marco puts the blanket back above the couch. He scoops you up as you grab your phone walking around the table to his bedroom. Laying you on the bed.

"Pick where you want to sleep my dear (n) Yoi" you scoot under the right side of the bed.

"Good choice because I always sleep in the middle. Yoi" he says sliding into the middle offering his left arm as your pillow you happily accept, then he rolls over wraps his right hand around your waist and pulls you closer to him. Him intertwining his legs with yours. As you both slowly fall asleep with smiles on your faces.

~The Next Morning~

*Vibrate Vibrate Vibrate*

"HmmMmm?" You reach for your phone but you realize your not in your bed where your nightstand is. You open your groggy eyes to see your in a different bed and the nightstand is much farther back. You feel someones arms around your waist, legs intertwined. Then you remember everything that happened yesterday and turned red in the face. You slowly stretch to grab your phone and look at it

"Holy shit ninety two missed calls?! I have to go to work too!" You yell softly making Marco stir abit you realize you have to wake up Marco since hes clutching you for dear life.

"Marcoooo~" You run your hand through his hair again and again while cooing him to wake up.

"HmMm (n)? Yoi" Marco opens and eye to see you, he blushes.

"I have to go cutie im gonna be late" you say.

"Auhhh fine go on dear I get off at five pm Yoi" Marco says.

"What a coincidence I get off at five too. But I have to go now Marco" you say sadly. He sits up the covers revealing his abs you blush and turn away. He turns you around and says

"You better get used to it cause im not going anywhere girlfriend~ Yoi" he smiles wide and winks then untangles himself from you as you get out of bed go around hop up on the king sized bed and give him kisses all over his face and neck.

"Hmm feels good Yoi" he says. Then hopped back down and walked into the living room to gather your things and went to your apartment. When you walked in the place had been ransacked.

'I cant believe Law would do this. Dont cry (n) breath just get ready for work. Law must have been still drunk and came after the gig. Which means I have to change my lock you think to yourself but me and Marco work all the hours the landlord is open.... You got ready in your blue jacket with buttons with white blouse under, and a blue pencil skirt with black pleather flats. After you get yourself together you go out and meet Marco who was locking his door too. His judgement on your face said it all.

"What happened (n)? Yoi" he asks in his doctors coat and scrubs.

"He came here last night and ransacked my apartment. It must have been when we fell asleep he must have been drunk but quiet looking for me" you look down as he picks up your chin gently and gave you a kiss.

"You should sleep at my place until we get this sorted and ill walk you to your jobs building and walk you home just stay in your building until I come get you. Theres nothing I can really do about breaks. Dont worry though I have your back. Yoi" Marco explains.

"Thank you Marco it means so much to me!" You blush and he leans down and kisses you, you kiss him back then you both break for air.

"Shall we? Yoi" he says holding his arm for you to loop through. You loop your arm through his and walk down the stairs you both being on the second floor. Once to the intersection he leads you to your building as one of your cowokers notice you two. You kiss Marco and thank him. Then turn to see Shizu and immediately turn bright red.

"I have to go see you after work cutie" Marco says then walk fast to the hospital.

"Spill now, anndd hes a doctor! spill it girl!" is all she says.

"Okay but first let me call a place before work"

~At Break~

"His name is Marco Phoenix, hes been my neighbor for three years going on four. And he the absolute most sweetest person ever" you say with heart eyes.

"*sniff sniff* um is that manly smell I smell? Oh my god you spent the night at his place last night didnt you?" Shizu blabs out making you blush and nod admitting it.

"Whatever happened to that rocker punk whats his name oh Law?" Shizu asks.

"Oh him I found him in his room in his apartment banging my ex bff the whole relationship so I broke up with him now hes stalking me. Which reminds me I need to tell security."

"Girl you need to tell security soon after work then?" Shizu asks and you nod. You gossip with your coworkers when a delivery worker carrying a huge bouquet of roses walked down the aisle making all the girls giggle

"I wonder who those are for." You murmur

"Is there a miss (n) here?" The worker ask yells trying to figure out who its for so they can deliver other parcels. You raise your hand and he sets them on your desk as you stand and sign for them. Its a vase with roses in the shape of a heart. And a small shiny red box. Making all the girls flock over.

"Ohh read the note!!" Shizu says all giddy.

"Dear (n) since we missed valentine's day I thought id make it up to you. Girlfriend XOXO from -Marco" All the girls squeal as you smell the roses. You open the box and smell rassberries, so you try a rassberry truffle.

"Sorry girls im not sharing the chocolates but each of you can have a rose put it in your jacket pocket itll look soo cute!" They do as followed and soon each woman has sparkly eyes.

"Thank you (N)!" They all say.

'I wonder when itll get there? Im not as rich as Marco' you think.

~Marco's POV~

A delivery man walked into the hospital holding a good sized medium red box with a note attached to the side which caught your attention, because no one ever gets gifts in this wing ,maybe its cause you were hungry.

'Her flowers should be there by now Yoi' you think as you say.

"Im going on break Yoi" you say to the receptionist and she just waves.

"Ive got a package here for a Marco Phoenix!" The courier says to the receptionist.

"Oi! Marco! Wait come back!" She yelled. You walk back to the receptionist and the courier asked again.

"Are you Marco Phoenix?"

"Yes Yoi"

"Okay sign here and theres a note on the side" you sign as he hands you the box as all the lady nurses goo ouuu and flock to you. The courier leaves.

"Well read it Marco we dont got all day" the receptionist says. You open the note that read

"Thank you for being so incredibly sweet to me. Since we missed valentine's day kinda. I thought id get you something today boyfriend XOXO

-(N)~" a blush creeps up on your face, not what you were expecting from her.

"Thats why youve been in an extra good mood Marco?"

"You finally went for someone how romantic" you shh them gently and smile. The excitement dies down, but you know everyone is happy for you and that the gossip will spread around the whole hospital in ten minutes. Smiling wide you check the contents which consists of a melted cheese and roast beef sandwich, then the next layer was tiny deserts and pastries that were all pineapple flavored. First starting with the sandwich which was fresh and warm unlike the cafeteria food. After that you took a bite out of everything else smiling wide.

'(N) has good taste. I was not expecting this at all.' You think as your break is now over you tell the receptionist to save the box for you as you clock back in.

~(N) POV~

Finally done working smile on your face. You hear loud familiar footsteps as you grab your bag everything all ready in it. Then Shizu says

"Hey didnt you dump him?" Looking up seeing an angry

Law in a black leather jacket with a band shirt and ripped black and yellow print jeans of his bands logo.

"Yea I did! Call security Shizu!" Law grabs your arm forcefully and leads you downstairs

"I need to talk with you now!" Law yells you protesting the whole way.

"We have nothing to talk about I dumped your ass!" You yell back.

"What you did with Marco is inexcusable. Remember your mine and no one elses!" Law drags you to the entrance of the building. Shizu called security but that had ran up stairs you bet Shizu was telling them to go downstairs now. Still hanging on to your arm you try and shake free.

"Dont make me hurt you (N)! Talk to me!" then he pulls out his knife as you shake free you hear

"(N)!" Putting your hands up instinctively you glanced back at Marco and felt a sharp sting.

"Marco!!" He was running full speed as soon as he got there Law dropped the knife saying

"What have I done?! (N) youll forgive me right? Please say youll forgive me? It was just instinct... your mine only mine

...." Then he runs for it to his motorcycle and drives off.

Your attention is finally directed at the pain.

"(N) snap out of it whats wro-" Marco yells then sees your looking at your right hand that had been sliced open.

"My ..... blood" you say as you pass out. Once you wake up the police are waiting for you and so is Marco. As you recall what had happened the police are trying to get your attention.

"Huh? Sorry I was just remembering what happened."

Can you tell us what happened miss (n)?" You tell them everything then they use a device to scan fingerprints on the knife right then and there.

"So the perpetrator is Trafalgar Law?" The police confirm.

"Yes he also has a key to my apartment and ransacked it last night" you say.

"We will put in a restraining order to a judge."

"Well we cant do anything until theirs a perpetrator or an inccident. But since this is assault we will keep more patrols until we can detain him. We recommend change your lock as soon as possible. Do you have anywhere else to stay while the lock is being changed? Were making a police report now. Whats your address? Well have extra patrol there. You should thank your boyfriend for bringing you here it says in the report you suffer with passing out seeing your own blood?" The police said and you nod. Marco showed them a picture.

"This is the damage Ill send the photo to you sir Yoi"

"Shell be staying at my place from now on Yoi" you look at Marco theres so much blood on his doctor's coat it makes you feel woozy. Looking away at the officers.

"My address is(----) apartment (-) and im working on everything"

"Allright that should do it for here. Were going to your work to give them a description of Trafalgar Law to keep you safe miss (n)."

"Thank you for everything officers" you say as they leave.

"Hes even more deranged that I originally thought... Yoi" you hear Marco take a seat were the officers just were on your left, the privacy curtain closed.

"Im sorry ... Marco..." you start to tear up.

"No no it is NOT your fault this psycho stalker wont leave you alone Yoi" he holds your left hand warming it up.

"Sorry for making you come back to work" you joke as he smiles at your joke.

"Its no problem dear Yoi"

"When can I leave he just cut my hand" you question your boyfriend.

"Well its not just a cut I had to give you six stiches the gash was deep almost hit an artery Yoi" Marco says

"But since your fine now I did a good job ill get you discharged Yoi" within five minutes he came back and undid all your IVs and cords gently turning off the machines.

"Allright lets go my sweet (n) Yoi" you hear then see him walk in to your curtain room. You slide you legs off the med bed and see your bag on the table you crossed it against your body gently then walked out assuming Marco checked you in here and used your medical card and ID. Once outside. You sigh.

"Whats wrong (n)? Yoi" Marco asks.

"Its my life Marco its like a rollarcoaster right now and I cant do anything but be helpless." He walked over to your left side and held your hand.

"People cant controll other people dear Yoi" Once facing your apartment you put the key in and turn it opening the door slowly as Marco says.

"Were gonna grab all your clothes, shoes, shorts etc, and all your necessities just in case. I have plenty of room for a second person. Yoi" he smiles at you.

"Oh thats right you have the upgraded suite room." You say softly. You knew he was just trying to comfort you so you smile back.

"Thank you Marco ..... I know this is really fast...."

"Dont worry about it its my job to help others. And who would I be if I didnt help my own girlfriend? Yoi" he says smiling while he mainly grabs your things cause you only have one working hand. Marco propped his door and your door open so its easier to move between rooms.

"I guess im so used to thinking im a burden." You say mainly to yourself but Marco hears you. Goes up to you and hugs you embracing you.

"You are never a burden Yoi" Which made the tears overflow as you held him with your left hand you just cry until you cant anymore. He kisses your forehead as you both release eachother

"Here go inside relax, ill get just get your stuff this is left right?Yoi"

"Yea just those,... thank you for helping me I mean" you raise your right hand and chuckle.

"I understand Yoi" he half smiles as you go sit on his couch. After the last of your stuff was put in his bedroom you could hear him close both doors, you looked at all your stuff.

"Wow I really dont have alot." You say coyly.

"Well makes it easier too I need to put my coat and scrubs in the wash separately dont want to scare anyone. Listen (n) im gonna take a day off of work tomorrow. I suggest you do the same so we can talk to the landlord given the situation. Yoi" he says as you nod in agreement. He undressed making you blush again that hes your man. He changed into shorts and a tshirt. You tried to change as well but need his help, finally you got changed in pjs. As you grab your phone you see thirty five new missed calls and fourty three new messages, you go to delete all, then block this number. Marco hovering behind you.

"Goodgirl you dont need to be seeing all of that. Yoi" Sighing a breath of relief you allready have everyone you need in your contacts including Marco even all the police numbers. You call your work

"This is (N) (L) im just calling to say I need a day off work tomorrow. I have to deal with some things." You say politely.

"All right I have you checked off your all good to go. Have a good rest of your afternoon (N)"

"You too thanks bye" you end the call and hear Marco on the phone.

"I need tomorrow off Yoi"

"Okay great thank you again see you when I get back okay bye now Yoi" he ends his call. You look at your phone clock.

"Its only seven pm!?" You yell into the bedroom pillow as you feel a warm hand on your back rubbing your back.

"Its going to be okay my sweet (n) Yoi" Marcos coos to you and kisses your head.

"Come on are you hungry? Yoi" he asks as he goes on his phone looking at Fastgrub. You get off the pillow and stand up saying

"Im starving all I ate were those chocolates hehe they were so good though!" You raise your arms but then go

"Ahh owe!" And put your hands back down. Marco dissapears for a minute then returns with two pills and a glass of water. He hands you the pills first then the water as you gulp them down he takes the water to the kitchen as you follow opening the fridge to barely any food.

"You know for being a doctor you should eat better." You say cockily pulling out a lone pineapple asking Marco.

"Why is he all alone Marco?? Did you ever think about his feelings? Hahaha" you laugh which make Marco laugh as well with a smile on his face. You put the pineapple back in the fridge closing it.

"Okay okay ill go grocery shopping tomorrow I swearrr. Haha but what do you want to eat now? Sweetie Yoi"

"A Chipotle bowl but no beans I hate beans" you reply.

"What a coincidence I hate beans too. Then its decided Yoi" he put both your orders in for delivery.

"Estimated time thirty minutes Yoi" he says and you cheer saying.

"Thank you so much Marco your an angel you have done more than anyone has for me my whole life"

"Awe my sweet thats sad to know. You deserve the world and more come here Yoi" he motions for you to sit on him patting his lap. As you sit on him soft lips meet your as you both make out nipping eachothers tounges then breaking for air.

"I will never get tired of anything we do Yoi" he says as he carefully hugs you. Marco gets up after a good warm hug and gets two glasses he fills one with his water filter and pours one with wine then comes over and sets the water on your side and the wine on his side. You look quizzically at him wondering

"So tell me why do doctors say dont drink alcohol after a big wound?"

"Well its because alchohol opens veins and arteries making the wound bleed more, and heal less Yoi" he skillfully explains in a way you can understand.

"Ahh I never knew that. One time I overheard a couple say once they got out of the hospital they were gonna tear up bar hopping. I always wonder what happened to them." You take a gulp of water and chat with Marco until his phone rings sweet chimes.

"Thats dinner ill be right back dear Yoi" he gets up, walks through the door with a click.

"Oh Marco you forgot your key silly man" you dug through his scrubs and found the key and put it on his nightstand.

"I forgot I can just open the door duh" Then you hear a gentle *knock knock* you rush to the door and open it with your left arm. He opens the door and you both go sit on the couch. He brings out and places the food on the table. You struggle to open the lid on your bowl and Marco notices.

"Here my sweet Yoi" he pops off the lid and unwraps your utensils.

"Can you eat like that? I know your right hand dominant. Yoi" he asks.

"Actually im ambidextrous so that means I wont loose my job yay!" Your dark humor amuses him, him chuckling before eating his burrito. He turns on the tv it flashes to the news while sipping his wine.

<Wanted persons:----, ---, ----, --,Trafalgar Law, ---, ----, ----.......> Marco immediately turned the channel to a romance movie that just started. Once done eating he put everything in the trash. He patted his stomach.

"I couldnt eat another bite Yoi" he chuckles as you reply.

"Looks like we both have food babies going on. Haha" you laugh as he drags you onto his lap.

"While on the topic what is your view on having children? Yoi" he quizzically asks. You taken aback somewhat you respond.

"I would like a child or two its just im terrified of child birth what about you Marco?" You ask.

"Same one or two and id be scared too poping a child out haha Yoi" he chuckles then changes the subject.

"So how did you like your surprise at work today? Yoi" Marco asks all giddy with a smile. As you look up to him you reply

"Ohh Everyone flocked to me about the note. I gave each lady a rose and obviously ate the chocolates they were sooo yummy thank you Marco!" You had turned to you left so you could hug him he embraced you in a full hug.

"Did you get your surprise??" You wondered as he retorts.

"Why yes I did, right on my break too! Everyone flocked me too. Everything was so delicious apart from the cafeteria food Yoi" he beams at you making you blush and smile wide. You just lean into him now both of you are invested in the movie. Once the movie finishes your asleep leaning on his chest.

"(N) heyy beautifullll Yoi" Marco tries to wake you to go to the bed but he slides out from under you and picks you up gently heading to the bedroom he pulls the covers back and lays you in bed so your right hand is resting, while he goes and turns off all the lights and TV. Then he slides in the other way on the bed, turning both your phones on silent then cuddles you intertwining his legs with yours.

~The Next Morning~

You awoke with Marco cuddling you legs intertwined and everything. You remembered what happened yesterday as it all came rushing back. You look to your hand

'Law actually hurt me physically this time. Its always been mentally before I think that one night sex over the phone made him crack' you think as Marco stirs. Him opening an eye looking at you smiling wide.

"Up allready I see, my precious girlfriend (N) Yoi" he says as he kisses your cheek. You roll over towards him untangling your legs but have them rubbing his as you give him a kiss on his lips melting into him and eventually needing air.

"What was that for? Yoi" he questions your passion.

"Im warming up more to our situation." You reply as he smiles wide and you tussle his hair.

"Feels nice babe Yoi" he softly says. Soon you both get up get dressed, he helps you again, do all the necessities then grab both your keys and your bag then head to the landlords office *knock knock*

"Come in" a voice says. Marco opened the door and let you through then he entered.

"Ahh Marco its so nice to see you although that means something is wrong." The landlord says sitting down as you both sit in the double chairs.

"My goodness what happened to your hand (n)?" LL asks.

"About that... Yoi"

"She has a crazy stalker ex who made a key to her apartment ransacked it then cut her hand wide open. We were wondering how long it would take to change the lock on her apartment? Yoi" Marco asks while the LL sighs.

"Unfortunately..... our handiman left due to the pandemic ... soo finding a handiman has been difficult we havent had one since the pandemic and I dont for see us having one this year unfortunately. Does she have somewhere else to stay?" LL asks, Marco says

"Shell just have to stay with me. I think its time to brake her lease and well clean out the apartment. What do you think (n)? Yoi" Marco interjects.

"... are you okay with me moving in so fast?" You question.

"Of course weve known eachother going on four years, now I dont mind at all dear Yoi" Marco smiles at you.

"Then id like to break my lease how much would that cost?" You ask.

"It would cost 200,000¥ since you just renewed your lease last month for the two years." LL says. Your face is in shock then you say.

"I can transfer the funds now"

"Excellent" LL says while getting out his phone and you get yours out. Marco noticed your reaction earlier but says nothing as it is your apartment. Using an app you transfer the funds.

"Transaction complete you have thirty days to move everything out. Is that all?" LL asks.

"Yes thats all thank you LL Yoi" Marco says as he stands and you follow him standing then exiting the office.

"Well that could have gone better Yoi" marco says in a deeper voice. You stop Marco down the hallway.

"Marco why did you say I could stay with you from now on? Thats too generous!" You talk loudly. He sighs.

"It means I can protect you more, and if it bugs you so much then just pay half the rent it should equal out to your old apartment. Yoi" Marco says softly to you. As he continues walking to now your and his apartment. He unlocks the door and you follow in. Plopping down on the couch you tear up holding your face in your hands.

"Hey wanna talk about it (n)? Yoi" Marco sat on your left with his right arm over your shoulder rubbing your arm.

You let go of your hands showing the tears.

"I was saving up for years. And because of just a month I lost all that money. Im not broke but I just feel defeated...." he pulls you into a hug and coos

"(N) dont worry im right here ill help you out Yoi" Marco coos and kisses your head.

"I just wish I wasnt scared..." you sigh

"Soon you wont be, theyll cetch Law I promise Yoi" Marco comforts you. After a soild minute you move and he releases you.

"Hang on sweetie let me make a call Yoi" Marco says sweetly. He goes into his room and makes a call

"Hello this is Marco Phoenix I need your services today as soon as possible. Yoi" -----------

"A rush fee is fine it just has to be today Yoi"

------

"Cleaning out an apartment Yoi"

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"Ill pay you in advance Yoi"

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"Allright ill see you at ten am allright see you soon Yoi"

--- *Click* you hear Marco walk back into the living room where hes smiling at you as you stand up. He goes up to you and pets your head.

"Who'd you call handsome?" You quizzically asked.

"Oh its the clean up service their coming at ten am so lets go check your old apartment for anything you want to keep Yoi" Marco says and you nod grabbing your key following Marco to your door. You unlock your old apartment and turn on the light. You look at Marco and his eyes widen slightly then back to normal. You and him walk through and let the door close.

"Looking around the only things I want are my purses and bags." Marco grabs them then frowns deeply showing you the gaint cuts on the back of them.

"Agh!!!" You stomp your foot tears welling up you shout.

"Now I have to check my clothes and everything. Cause I had left everything that night in my apartment when he broke in and ransacked it. He still had the knife on him!" You say crying as your boyfriend came to your front leaned down and hugged you rubbing your back as you cried away all your tears.

"Itll be okay dear. You can always get new things.. I know maybe those had sentimental vaule to them but leave the horrible things in the past Yoi" Marco explains as he leads you out of the room stepping over the carnage into your shared apartment. He led you to the couch and sat you down then put on Sixteen Candles. Through your drying tears you ask

"You like chick flicks?"

"Yea and romance TV shows and movies Yoi" he replies

"Thats just so cute" you say cetching him off gaurd making him blush. Marcos phone started to *ring* so he picks up.

"Hello Marco Phoenix we have arrived."

"Okay good ill be right out Yoi" Marco ends the call then says to you.

"Its allready ten am wow time flies when im with you Yoi" he says and winks at you making you giggle.

"Ill be right back sweetheart Yoi" you hear him say and you nod in agreement. Once you hear the *click* of the door and hes out greeting the trash employees you grab the huge blanket and swirl yourself like a coiled snake so only your head popped out. Eventually you sunk ina little to the blanket and fell asleep.

~Time Passes~

A *click* then enters Marco. Your semi conscious just chillin.

"Awe my precious baby is so cute Yoi" You hear your handsome boyfriend say as he went into the bathroom then you slowly wake up.

"HmmMm Marco?" You mumble.

"Marco?" You heard him washing his hands then come into the living room with his phone on you then *click*

"Did you just take a picture of me?" You question.

"Yea babe your just so cute and bam look it Yoi" he shows you his lock screen.

"Its me on your phone.... why?"

"Its what couples do my sweet. They usually have their sweetheart as their backgrounds Yoi" Your boyfriend explains.

"Oh... ive never been on someones background before" you finish saying and he goes up to you leans down to eye level and says

"Well you better get used to it cutie cause I like taking pictures, now especially with you. Yoi"

"Marco my hand really hurts.."

"Awe allright dear hang on Yoi"

He replies while getting pills and a glass of water. You wiggle out of the blanket as he gives you two pills then the water which you swallow.

"What are these pills?"

"Its a heavy dose of ibuprofen. What'd you think ive been giving you? Silly! I am a doctor you know. Not a drug dealer Yoi" you shrug and say

"I know that besides that was my ex anyways" Marcos eyebrow raises then it falls.

~

Five Months Later

~

Your hand is healed now thanks to Marco taking care of you. You and him caught yourselves almost saying I love you but didnt. Turns out none of your clothes were ripped or sliced up. Your boyfriend loves taking you out on dates and taking pictures of you and him. You both know you love eachother but cant seem to say it. You both have a thriving sex life which puts a smile on both of your faces every time. You were granted the restraining order during the first month with Marco.

~

You got a call from the police to come in, that they captured Law. So Marco and you took a day off to go to the police station. Once in the room where each guy has a number you recognize Law.

"Number four Trafalgar Law"

"Your sure miss?"

"Yes im sure!" You snip and cross your arms

"Allright Number Four "

~At The Police Desk For The Case~

"Would you like to press charges miss? You would have to get a lawyer depending on the case it could run you anywhere from 60,000¥-100,000¥" the police man says. You deep sigh.

"I cant I dont hav-" Marco cut you off.

"She will press charges please start the process now Yoi"

You tug on his shirt as he bends down to ear level with you.

"Marco I dont have the money"

"Thats okay dear Ill cover it Yoi" you just looked shocked as he stood up again and finished the report with the policeman. Once done he held your hand out of the station while calling someone.

"Hey Phoenix Wright buddy remember that one time ,-----, yea im gonna need your help and well call it even,----------, Okay I know your busy, have a good day allright bye then Yoi"

"You know Phoenix Wright??!" You blurt out. Marco just smiles down at you in a loving way.

"Yes he had an allergic reaction and im the one who saved him at the hospital. He said he owed me so I called in a favor Yoi" your mouth was agape so he used his index finger to close your mouth.

"Anyways my love where should we go for a date this time Yoi?" He questions.

"Ou how about some PHO handsome?"

"Oh havent been there in a while okay lets go my darling! Yoi"

~

Eight Months Later

~

The court date was established. You really didnt want to see Laws face again but you put on your big girl panties since you and Marco took a day off work for this.

"The court recognizes the defendant Trafalgar Law. Trafalgar Law chooses to represent himself. Motion allowed"

"The plaintiff (N) (L) has Phoenix Wright as her attorney and Lawyer.

After a lot of things you didnt understand you had to testify. Which you did to the best of your ability not looking at Law once, and to the plan that Wright had said to you. After you it was Laws turn to be cross examined. Marco held your left hand as the proceedings went on.

"I didnt do it!" Law yelled.

"Objection!!! Then why was your fresh finger print on the assault weapon with (N) blood on it?" Wright says calm and collected.

"I uhh dont..... know..." Was all Law said. After everything was said and done. They took Law in orange and shackles and handcuffs away.

"He gets to serve twelve years in prison for what he did plus the drug charges thats the best I could do Marco and (N). I must go, busy, busy all the time. Now were even Marco Phoenix and with that good day folks." Wright leaves. Once outside Marco picked you up twirling you around then setting you down.

"(N) I love you Yoi" you eyes widened but before you could respond you feel his sweet lips on yours as you both kissed then broke apart. Smiling wide you reply

"I love you Marco!" Which makes you both blush.

~Your Guys First Year Anniversary Valentine's Day~

You and Marco are a happy couple and treat eachother so good. He had an extra key made for you. Today is your one year anniversary! So you secretly took the day off making an excuse to Marco that Shizu your girl friend took today off too. That your going out with her to help with her shopping.

"Girl you better look at this!" Shizu semi yells trying to get your attention. You finally tear your eyes away from the panty section to go to the Lingerie section looking at what she was pointing too a kawaii skimpy all black pvc maid out fit with the sides cut out having ribbons that tie around the waist with a hole in the crotch, it had short sleeves, white thigh high stockings with bows in the front with a mini apron with white lace, with a white lace choker headband, and white lace eye covering.

"Thats so kaawaaiii"

"This is the one!" you reply taking it up to the front counter.

"That will come too 7070.43¥ miss" the nice cashier lady says as you scan your card.

"Thank you miss. Have a good Valentine's"

"Thank you. You as well" you smile. As Shizu was walking near the window you spot your boyfriend.

'Hes ......supposed to be at work! I gotta get Shizu we have to get out of here!' You think as you crouch slightly going around and grabbing Shizus hand handing her the bag whispering.

"Pretend you have a boyfriend and that were shopping for you, thats what I told Marco I was doing today. And hes here look" you point hiding with Shizu as he walked in to the same store. One of the staff noticed what you two were doing and quickly went to serve Marco turning his back to you both. You both hurry out of the store standing now. You both giggle.

"That was soo close (N) haha" Shizu says laughing then saying.

"Wasnt he supposed to be at work?"

"Yea but I just realized he pretended to go to work then directly called out at the desk. I saw him leave with his doctors coat. But I guess he could have just waited till I was gone to call in. Wait you dont think hes gonna buy lingerie do you?" Shizu looks at you shocked.

"I dont know maybe he is but you just bought this."

"Wait okay Shizu how about this? If he gets me lingerie then ill save this for you" you say.

"No no save it for a different night I insist" and you nod.

"Okay What do you think a watch? A ring? Is it too soon for a ring? No ill get both lets go Shizu!" You hook your arm through hers and walk to the mens department.

"What do you think Shizu? Its between this white gold or black? Hes a doctor soo?"

"Go with the white gold watch" she says as you smile and thank her. You checkout.

"This is a popular expensive watch, hes a lucky man. Thatll be 70704.25¥." You scan your card.

"Thank you miss have a good Valentine's" the cashier says. Grabbing Shizu's hand you dragged her to the ring department. You dug out one of Marcos rings from your bag.

"Excuse me sir could I look at the rings that are sized to this ring?" You ask and the cashier says

"Of course miss"

"How do you even know if that ring fits his ring finger?" Shizu wondered.

"Welllll when he fell asleep I would try on different rings on him carefully until I figured out this one fits his ring finger" you say to Shizu as the cashier pulled out the right sized rings.

"Wow (n) you sound crazy but thats what I love about you hehe" Shizu says giggling.

"Sir what are the price ranges?" You ask as he told you until you found a sapphire ring with a gold feather on it.

"How much is this one?" You ask the man.

"That one is 84845.10¥ miss"

"(N) are you crazy? Thats so expensive for an engagement ring!" Shizu batted your arm.

"Yea but he totally deserves it hes treated me so well"

"Well its up too you (N)" Shizu says shrugging.

"Ill take that ring sir"

"An excellent choice miss that will be 84845.10¥" the man says as you swipe your card.

"Thank you miss here are you box and bag"

"Thank you so much sir"

"Have a good valentine's"

"You too sir" walking out of the store you spy a Boba open shop.

"Lets go there Shizu im thirsty how about you?" You say excitedly she sighs and says

"Yea I guess im thirsty" she agrees. Once you have your boba Shizu says.

"Girl I totally wore the wrong shoes for today im so sorry but after this I have to go home"

"Oh my gosh you should have told me here I have some band aids until you get home" you handed over two bandaids and she put them on.

"Ahh! Thank you girlie I can make it home now. Im done now I better go. You good getting home?" She asks.

"Ya ill be good I think dont worry about me go on feel better take a bath" you tell her and she nods handing you the bags and she left. You exited the shopping center and call a taxi then head home. You get a text in the cab.

Marco< Hows your shopping going>

(N)< Shizu had to leave so im headed home now>

Marco< Did things go okay what happened?>

(N)< She wore the wrong shoes which cut her ankles. I gave her bandaids shes heading home now too.>

Marco< Well I hope shell be okay when are you getting home?>

(N)< In about thirty minutes. Were stuck in heavy traffic.>

Marco< Okay just be safe for me I love you (n)>

(N)< Awee I love you too♡♡♡>

Marco< I have to go now see you soon.

(N)< okay see you soon handsome>

*click*

~After Thirty Minutes~

"Were here miss" the cab driver announces.

"Thank you here you are" you handed him the money with a tip and got out of the taxi with your bags. Heading inside you call out for your boyfriend.

"Marco?!"

"Ahh good he isnt here" you walk into the bedroom and take the items out of the bags and slide them under the bed far enough so he cant see anything. Then go to the bathroom throw away the bags then blow your nose and use extra toilet paper to cover the bags so there well hidden.

"Okay most expensive items check! Now to go get desert!" You exclaim. You check the clock its four thirty.

'I bet I can hurry and get the deserts quickly before he gets off. He probably went shopping then went back to work. He probably took a half day'

~You Went Got The Deserts And Came Back Home~

Checking the clock its four fifty.

'I have to find a place to hide it ahh!!! The empty fridge!' So you put the brita filter water container out on the counter gets a glass out and pours just the smallest amount of water in your glass. Then your phone rings and you jump hurrying to answer it.

"Hello?" You say.

"Hey darling im out, heading home now Yoi" You hear Marco say.

"Okay love see you soon my love" you say with kissy noises imagining him blushing. *click*

You wait for the *click* of the door once you hear it you pour the water as he comes in. You turn around and see him in his doctors coat and scrubs.

"Marco!!! My lover!!!" You yell hugging him quickly.

"Woah someone missed me Yoi" he says patting your head smiling wide.

"Please let me go change dear Yoi" Marco says softly caressing your head. You let go of him and went to grab your water then sat on the couch when Marco went into the bedroom. You turned on the TV and changed it to Hellraiser the first movie. Once Marco was done he changed into a nice white shirt tucked in and black slacks.

"Why dont you take a nice shower after being out all day? Yoi" Marco says softly as you blush at him.

"Yea I am hot" you stand and walk around where Marco is.

"Oh yes you are Yoi" Marco says and slaps your ass making you slightly gasp/moan to which he chuckles. You give him a look back up through the bedroom door and close the door quickly getting your lingerie. Putting it into the bathroom then opening then bedroom door slightly as you close the bathroom door loud enough for Marco to hear. While taking a shower you had your hair up, yesterday you made sure to shave so your super smooth. After fifteen minutes you dry off and put the towel back up then lotion up everywhere let dry for ten minutes. Then you start putting on the lingerie which took ten more minutes once ready you slip to the back of the bedroom door. Seeing red rode petals going from the bed to the living room, peeking into the living room. Then closing the door to the bedroom door.

'Thank god hes set up allready' you think to yourself. As you grab the watch box you double check it yup its the watch then rebowed it. Then you hid it behind yourself as you slowly open the bedroom door as you reveal your self.

"Master Marco I have arrived~" you seductively say.

"Stay right there sweetheart" Marco gets his phone and *click* takes a picture of you, making you giggle. You saw a gaint bouquet of roses and boxes of chocolates you assume are truffles. You saw many red candles a lit with the lights and TV off. With rose petals leading from the bed to the couch. With two wine glasses on the table.

"I had to get a picture of you your so gorgeous Yoi" Marco says. As he pats the seat next to him you go round and get on your knees in front of and say.

"Master I got you this~" you present him the box. He takes it and says.

"Sit next to me I want to cuddle you Yoi" Marco says to you.

"Yes masterr~~" you say as you bent your knees on the couch sitting close enough to wiggle your head to lay on his chest as he unwraps the red bow on the box. Then slides the top off. He gasps.

"Wow! (N) you didnt spend so much on me did you? Yoi" he looks at you.

"Is it a bad gift master?" You whine

"No not at all ive actually been eyeing this specific watch for the longest time. But kept forgetting to get it. Thank you so much (N)! My sweet woman! Yoi" he says putting it on with a *click*

"Perfect fit! Yoi" he smiles super wide at you embracing you in a passionate kiss tounges flicking swirling as you gently clutch his shirt. After breaking for air huffing a little he says

"Time for my present dear please stand Yoi" you obey. He pulls out a small box and gets down on one knee.

"(N) (L) will you do me the honor and become my wife (N) Phoenix? Yoi" he opens the box to reveal a beautiful sapphire heart ring. Your speechless but manage to say.

"Ah uh Yes Yes! Of course!" He chuckles as he gently slips on the ring on your ring finger. You smile happily and giggle holding his hands to help him up then hugging his around his abs as he hugs you close.

"Im so happy you said yes! I was worried I might have been going to fast Yoi" Marco admits.

"I love you so much Marco of course id say yes"

"Oh wait here!" You say as you run into the bedroom then bend down and grab the ring box. Then you run back into the living room where Marcos standing. You kneel on one knee on the couch since his so tall and say.

"Will you Marco Phoenix do me the honor and be my handsome husband?" And you open the box and his eyes widen.

"(N) of course yes! Yoi!" You smile wide and slide on the ring.

"Its also a perfect fit haha Yoi" he smiles wide. You both sit down.

"Im gonna get some food coming Yoi" Marco picks up his phone. He texts on Fastgrub.

"Okay we have thirty minutes with a rush order since its Valentine's Day. But for now want to sip some wine and taste some chocolates? Yoi"

"Ouu wait I forgot!" You get up and go to the fridge grabbing the medium sized box.

"Hmm? Yoi" It seems it caught Marcos attention.

"Here honey check it out" you say, undoing the top to show him all the pieces. His eyes light up.

"Awee your so sweet (n). Lets turn on the TV and try some sweets Yoi"

~Half An Hour Later~

*ring ring* Marcos phone went off and he checks it.

"Foods here ill be right back my dear fiance Yoi"

"Okay Master~" then he dissapeared for a couple minutes then *knock knock* you open the door as Marco is holding the food.

"Welcome home Master~" You say as Marco chuckles and puts the food on the kichen counter packing up the sweets and moving them to the counter. He frees up space on the glass table then sets down a sushi platter.

"Master! Isnt that a lot of food!!" You say semi loud. Chuckling he says

"We can eat it over the next few days cant we? Yoi"

"Oh right hehe~" He goes and sits on your right side of the couch.

"Would you like me to feed you master?" You say cutely looking at his gorgeous eyes as you now lay your head on his crotch looking up at him. You could feel his cock twitch in his pants.

"Why yes my maid, id like that very much Yoi" he says with a wide smile on his face. You sit up cuddling his side. You grabbed the chop sticks and skillfully pick up the pineapple sushi and gently feeds Marco.

"Mmhmm" Marco sounds. Then you grabbed a tuna one and ate it then repeat until you both were full. After you clean up and put everything away for your master. You both lay down. You on top of him squirming around starting to feel his bulge.

"What is my maid doing to me? Im gonna have to punish you. Yoi"

"Ouuhhhoo yes Master please~" you say seductively.

"Ouu someones asking for it? Yoi" Your lover teases you. You go up to his neck and start kissing him all over slowly unbuttoning his shirt feeling his heart beat rise as you nip at his ear making him shiver. You kiss all down his chest and abs as you unbutton his shirt.

"Ahh feels good my maid Yoi"

"I aim to please my master~" you say unbuttoning his last button of his shirt. You first lay your head right by the hemline of his pants, then you breath while kissing right above his hemline making him shiver and grunt/moan softly. You lick horizontally with his hemline on his skin then you unbutton his pants and slowly slide the zipper down as you feel his bulge harden. Then you feel your self being picked up and walked into the bedroom. Marco set you on the bed while he slipped off his shirt and pants. You slid off the bed and made him stand right in front of you. You slide down his boxers and look up at him making eye contact.

"I must please my master~" he watches you intently. Not breaking eye contact you lick his tip then suck his tip into your mouth as he gasps softly. You swirl your tounge around his tip causeing slight moans to come out of him.

"Feels good my maid. Yoi" you use your two hands to pump slowly as you play with his cock in your mouth precum coming out as you suck it up then pump a bit quicker while going deeper with your mouth eventually your deep throating him after while massaging his balls with your hand. Him moaning

"Aghh! (N)!! My maid! Yoi!" Him gripping and leaning on the bed

Going faster Marco moans out

"(N) Your going to make me cum!! Im so close are you gonna- Yoi"

"Ah!! Im cumming! (N)!!!!" Marco yells as you keep pumping through his high as hes gripping the sheets. Once you think his high has passed you start going slower then swllow everything. Your lips departing from his cock you give his tip a kiss then stand up next to Marco wipe your lips asking.

"Is my master okay??" You ask innocently giving a innocent look to him as he picks you up and lays you properly on the bed hopping up.

"Turn over on all fours Yoi" you obey Marco as he is master. He uses his fingers to check your wetness and you thank god theres a hold for you pussy in this get up.

"My my maid you really want your master dont you? Your dripping wet. Since you were such a good girl ill reward you Yoi." Marco says seductively in your ear making you shiver. He places his cock at your entrance sliding up and down simulating you clit all ready hard again.

"Ohh Master! I need you!" You moan out lewdly. He shoves the tip in making you gasp and moan

"Marco~~please fill me up master" you huff in heat while he slowly thrusts in and out stretching you out. After a minute hes allready almost all the way in.

"Ou!!! ahh!!! Marco!!! Master please!! Yoi" you cry out.

"Patience my maid I dont want to rip you Yoi" Marco says while moaning himself.

'He did just cum he probably needs to build up again' you think to yourself. As he thrusts a little harder finally reaching your cervix

"Ahhh!!!!! Marco!!!! Yes!!!" He started thrusting faster and harder hitting your g spot every time making you yell

"Yesss!!! Right there fuck!!! Mar-master!" He suddenly picked you up whole, so your pussy was pussy to cock deep inside you while he held up your thighs like a V crunched up as your arms and hands caressed his hair. He got off the bed and went to the wall mirror that doubled as a closet.

Whispering in your ear

"Now tell master who you belong to~Yoi" Marco says devilishly as he nibbles your ear.

"I belong to you Marco!!!" He thrusts and went the deepest ever.

"Almost Yoi" Marco huffs.

"I belong to Marco Phoenix!!!!!"

"Goodgirl are you ready? Yoi"

"*huff huff* im ready Master~" he starts thrusting fast and hard making you moan, making you look into his eyes through the gaint mirror. You could see and feel his long thick cock going in and out of you. He smiles in kindave a smirk as he goes faster and harder hitting you g spot so deep.

"Ahhh !!! Master im im gonna-"

"Hold on to it, im close too Yoi"

"Ahh!!! Ouu!! Yess!!! MarcooOOO!" You yell/moan with each thrust.

'Im trying to hold it but i dont know how exactly!' You think to yourself as your continuously moaning.

"My maid im about to cum get ready! Yoi" a few more hard ass thrusts deep and fast he says

"(N) im cuminggg ahhh yesss!!!!! Yoi"

"Im cumming Marco!!!" You nearly scream but yell instead since you have neighbors. Your cervix opens while your walls constrict on Marco's cock making him cream even more inside of you.

"(N) you feel so good everytime. Yoi" Marco says huffing

"And you feel so great every time too my love I wanted to treat you extra special tonight." Saying as you huff for air.

He continues to thrust as you both ride out your sex highs.

"Ahh yess!!" You say.

"Feels so good. Yoi" he says back. After a couple minutes he goes slower and slower until he stops. Huffing hard the both of you.

"Are you ready? Yoi" your lover asks and you nod him letting go of one of your thighs while grabbing your abdomen feeling his cock buried deep in you. Then he releases your other thigh and grabs your abdomen fully feeling his cock buried in you. As he holds you up he walks you both into the bathroom turning on the shower.

"Agh I allready had a shower now I have to take another one.

"Here Yoi" he grabs a wash cloth and slowly pulls out. Once out a bunch of cum came leaking out. He grabs a second wash cloth, he cleans you up more and you are finally put down so you can stand.

"When were you waiting to use that position?" You smirk looking back at him and he blushes.

"I read it in a book recently Yoi" your handsome man says and winks at you causing you to blush. While taking off your outfit and accessories you could feel more cum about to come out so you hurried to the shower and fell in one leg outside outfit still attached to your ankle. You felt gentle hands untangling you from the fabric then poked his head in the shower.

"Having fun Yoi?" You nod as his and your cum flows down the drain.

"Seems like it haha Yoi." He smiles wide then gets in the shower helping you up. You both clean eachother/making out mainly, then finish up and dry off. You go to the bed room closet pick some black panties and one of his oversized shirts on you. Then pop out of the closet and plop on the bed rolling around. You sit up seeing him in the closet and put on a shirt and shorts. Then Marco turns off all the lights in the apartment and slips into bed.

"Remember work, tomorrow set your alarm Yoi" he tells you. You set your alarm.

"Yes Master~~~" you set your alarm then put your phone on the charger on the nightstand. You coo as you kiss his stubble and his neck. He rolls over gently pinning you down kissing your jaw and neck. Making you squirm and softly moan. Then he releases you and says

"You can be such a tease Yoi"

"No im not I was ... simply expressing my love for my fiance.

"Well then thats different. Come here my fiance lets cuddle Yoi" you both pull the blankets up and intertwine your legs while he presents the crook of his neck as a pillow which you accepted. Then he wraps he turns towards you and embraces you.

"Its been a crazy year huh Marco?" You quizzically ask him.

"Hmmhm dont think about it just focus on me and you beautiful. I love you so much (n) Yoi"

"I love you so much too Marco"

"Happy anniversary and Valentine's Day, Goodnight my sweet woman Yoi"

"Happy Anniversary and Valentine's Day, Goodnight my sweet man" you both say as you both fall into unconsciousness in eachothers arms.

-Happy End-

[mxstellatayte]

metal, nuts, bolts, and a hell of a lot of blaster residue (chapter 6.)

din djarin x female mechanic reader.

chapter 6 word count: 4.7k

warnings/tags: graphic depictions of violence, reader is a mechanic, found family, din djarin speaks mando'a, din and reader are both very touch starved, i don't know how fictional money works, din djarin is a bottom, smut written and proofread by an asexual, din and reader have ptsd, canon is dead and i killed it, no use of y/n

It was a quiet night, one spent on Sorgan laying low from Imperial and hunters’ ships alike. Your emotions had gotten the better of you, and you’d started an argument about a stupid topic. You’d tried to keep it from escalating, but he’d pressed, and it threw you off your rocker, unaccustomed to having someone care this deeply about you. You stormed out of the Crest, plopping yourself down on a blanket Mando had set out next to the fire and zipping your jacket up to somewhat protect you from the biting cold. Tears stream down your face silently as you watch the flames dance in the night, flowing along the dried wood and slowly using all of its fuel until it eventually dies. You aren’t sure just how long you sit outside, but it’s enough that you have to add more wood to the fire from the small pile next to you. You hear him approaching you from behind, his heavy steps on the ramp echoing throughout the small clearing, and you hastily wipe what’s left of your tears from your cheeks. It’s so late that Grogu is likely asleep at this point, and he sits down to your right. He’s changed out of his armor, but keeps a blaster on his hip and that damned helmet on his head. You refuse to look at him, to acknowledge his presence, but when he looks over at you, you can’t help but glance over. His visor, looking at you, seems inhuman, impersonal. But you know the man underneath it and trust him. At least, you think you trust him. You know you want to trust him. 

“I’m going to be okay, you know,” you mutter, hoping to get the point across with as little talking as possible to hide the cry-induced quiver in your voice. “I’m not some damsel in emotional distress that you need to swoop in and save. I’ll recover from a stupid argument over a stupid topic.”

“I know you will, but I want to make sure that you’re safe out here. Sorgan has some sketchy people.” His voice is deep and rich, crackling through the modulator in his helmet. You can’t tell if the waver in his voice is because he’s been crying or because his modulator needs repairs. Either way, it’s unlikely that you’ll ever find out. “Don’t want you getting jumped or anything.”

“I have a blaster, and you know damn well I can protect myself,” you spit out, slightly bitter he hasn’t come out to check on you after the argument. Your voice shakes slightly and you can feel tears welling rapidly, threatening to spill over with any second. You try to wipe them away with the sleeve of your shirt, but more fall, and you give up. 

“I also came out here…” Mando says, hesitating before continuing. You turn slightly, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. “I came out here to tell you that an argument like that won't matter in two weeks. We'll have a bonding experience, probably not unlike our many before…” He pauses, and you laugh lightly, knowing damn well what “bonding experiences” he's talking about- the many near-death moments the two of you have had together, moments with lots of screaming involved and quickly followed with breathless laughter with both of you either flat on the floor of the hull or staring through the window of the cockpit in shock. Those were some of your favorite moments- they were raw, personal, honest moments of unfiltered Mando that you rarely saw, and, if you were being true to yourself, moments you let your put-together, professional façade falter and let yourself remove your mask even if for just a moment. “And we'll get over it. I'll get over it. I let my ego get ahead of me today, and if it ever happens again, you have full permission to whack my helmet with a beskar hammer to knock some sense into me.” You're really laughing now, the last few tears squeaking their way out of your eyes. 

“Thank you, Mando. And I'm sorry, too. This week every year is always rough for me. It's around when my family…” you trail off, not needing to explain any further. You'd told him one night, both of you drunk six ways from Sunday on some shitty back alley moonshine you’d haggled down twenty credits from a street vendor on Tatooine, how your town had been taken by the Empire just weeks before your eighteenth name day, your mother and father massacred like every other adult unwilling to submit to the Empire. How your younger brother, barely fourteen, was ripped from your arms, kicking and screaming against the Stormtroopers pulling him away from you as you were dragged in the opposite direction. How the last words you'd told him were a promise to find him: “Look for the flowers.” How so far, in the past ten years, you’d failed at that promise, although you'd never stopped looking for the small drawings the two of you would leave each other inside of your lunch packs each day before school. A small drawing of a flower, one native to your planet before all nature had been obliterated and replaced with inorganic and geometric Empire bases, with your initials on one of the petals drawn on whatever paper you could find- napkins, notebook paper, business cards, even carved into desks at school if you could. You'd only found the ones you'd drawn so far, the occasional one carved into a dashboard in a ship or, in your last few days before defection, keyed into the fuel tank of some TIE fighters or interceptors sent to your bay for repairs. The two of you sit in silence again, time stretching as you watch the flames flicker, slowly diminishing into embers before Mando adds another log, the flames licking into the bark and catching the dry wood in its flames rapidly. You occasionally poke at it with the stick in your hands, boredom and awkwardness eating at you. “Anyway, it doesn't matter. I was dumb and started a stupid argument over nothing. I'm sorry about that.”

“Hey, I just told you it'll be okay. And I'm sorry I pressed. I didn't know it was around now that it had all happened.” You're looking at him fully, your shoulders turned slightly towards him. Something about him seems different, and he rubs the pads of his fingers against the heel of his hand. He seems tense, anxious, even. “We've had too many near death experiences to hate each other over one argument.” 

“You can say that again.”

He looks at you again, the sharp angles of his helmet and visor a striking contrast to the softness of his body beneath it- it makes him seem less of a menacing figure, something to be feared, and more… human. More real. A warm feeling floods your cheeks and the hairs on the back of your arms and neck stand on end, and you hope he can't tell that he's the cause of it. He breathes deeply, a heavy inhale and exhale flooding his body. “I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time, and frankly, I don't really know how to say it. And I could be wrong about what I think it is, but I'm pretty sure it's just… I think I might be acting the way I am because I might love you?”

The sudden confession strikes you like a ton of scrap metal, and you realize how bare the situation is. How pure. How vulnerable. You’re sitting in front of the fire on a forested planet in the middle of the Outer Rim, your guard down, and the Mandalorian sitting next to you is declaring his love for you. “Come again?”

“You're so easy to love,” he continues, and you’re suddenly struck by the juxtaposition of the Mandalorian, unleashing every raw emotion in his body yet keeping the helmet on as a sense of security rather than to keep his Creed. “The way your eyes light up whenever I ask you about anything relating in the slightest to weapons or mechanics, the way you act around the kid, the way you run off on Nevarro to go get that tea that, without fail, you make the same way every damned night, and bother everyone you know, the way you're so unafraid to be yourself… It's so easy to love you. And I don't know why I haven't told you sooner, why I've kept it bottled up for so long, but Maker, please don't hate me.”

You're, quite frankly, stunned. The fact that this tall, brooding, put-together, touch-me-and-you-die Mandalorian could love someone as chaotic, bouncing-off-the-walls unhinged as you is shocking. And you have to admit it, you're glad he mustered up the courage to tell you first because otherwise you wouldn't ever have been able to tell him. So, like any sensible person would do, you start laughing. Sure, it probably isn't the nicest thing to do being that he just gave you a whole speech about the reasons why he loves you, but it's the only response your body can come up with at the moment. 

“Shit,” you hear him mutter, and he begins to stand up before you grab his wrist in your hand and pull him back down to the blanket, incessant giggles still wracking your body. 

“Fuck, Mando, you're going to make me insane. And Maker almighty am I glad you told me first because otherwise I never would've been able to tell you that I love you, too.” You've calmed down, wiping the tears of laughter away from the corners of your eyes. “I've loved you since you saved my life on Nevarro. The first time,” you clarify, the first time being the explosion in your hangar and the second being the time the volcanic planet had unexpected seismic activity leading to a lot of ash and smoke in your lungs around two months later.

Mando laughs, full and real. You smile, resisting the urge to throw yourself into his arms and squeeze him like he’s a childhood friend that you hadn't seen in years. “So we've been pining after each other for, what? Three months?”

“Sounds like it,” you laugh, tears brimming your eyes once more. “We really are idiots, huh?”

“A couple of complete morons,” he agrees. “And it's about time I tell you my name. My given name. Not Mando, not Mand’alor. The name my parents gave me.” You wait with bated breath as he pauses, and you feel him take a deep breath before he speaks again. “My name is Din Djarin.”

Din. The name stirs butterflies in your stomach, and this time you can't help but throw yourself across the blanket with your arms flinging themselves around his annoyingly small waist. He falls backward with a laugh, letting your weight settle atop him like a human weighted blanket. His hands come to rest at your hips, holding you close, and your arms stay around his middle, your hands squished slightly under his back. “Well then, Din, I love you. And I won't stop loving you for a long, long time. And by a long, long time, I mean forever.” 

Mando- no, Din- laughs beneath you, his chest shaking your whole body and large hands resting on your hips. “I love you, too. And I would burn down the galaxy for you, cyare.” There it was, that word- cyare. What it meant, you'd never asked. But now, the moment so intimate, so personal, you can't help but ask the question digging at you. 

“What does that mean? Cyare? You've been saying it for a while and I never asked.” You weave your fingers together and rest them on Din’s chest, resting your chin atop your knuckles. 

Din stares up at the starry sky through his visor as he talks. “It's Mando’a for… beloved? Beloved or darling. It's a term of endearment. And cyar’ika means my beloved or my sweetheart.” You can't help but think back to every time he's called you those names, unknowing that every time he did, it was a little declaration of his love that only he understood. And every time he called you cyar’ika, he was calling you his. His and no one else's. The thought alone makes something stir deep inside you, something hungry and primal. You watch the expanse of skin you can see, albeit small, stirring up the courage to shift up, ever so slightly, and press a kiss to the small amount of olive skin you can see, just below his jaw. Your face is angled in just the right way so that the bridge of your nose bumps slightly against the Beskar of his helmet, making you both giggle like a pair of teenagers holding hands, running to someone’s car after sneaking out, hoping your parents don’t catch you. 

“So every time you called me cyare, it was your way of saying you loved me without saying it explicitly?”

“Yeah… yeah, I guess it was.” 

“I guess I should’ve brushed up on my Mando’a sooner, then, huh.” Your comment makes both of you laugh, and you move your arms down to wrap around his ribcage and rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You aren’t sure how long you lay there, but you might be drifting off to sleep before you feel that Din’s hands are moving from your hips up, ghosting along your waist before you hear the quiet hissing of his helmet that you’ve learned to associate with averting your eyes purely out of respect for his Creed. 

“Din, don't. Don't abandon your Creed. I know how much it matters to you.” You hold his wrists in your hands, preventing him from pulling the helmet up any further. You battle internally, part of you so strongly wanting to see his face and another part of you wishing for him to keep his creed, the very thing he's sworn to for Maker knows how long. 

“You matter more to me than any creed I could ever take.” With that, his wrists pull free from your grip, and his helmet is sliding up, revealing inch by inch of his face. A scruffy beard, soft lips, an angular yet gentle nose, and the darkest, most beautiful brown eyes you've ever seen. The color reminds you of something familiar, something from your homeworld, but you can’t put your finger on it. Din’s barely fully removed his helmet before you're kissing him, your hands cupping the sides of his face and feeling the soft yet prickly scruff that dots his chin and upper lip. His lips are soft, warm, and inviting, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer, and when your hips grind against his, you gasp from the sudden and unexpected stimulation. “Fuck, cyare. You feel so good, taste so good.” Hearing his voice, his real, unmodulated voice, makes you whimper, pressing your face into the crook of his neck in embarrassment. He laughs, something whole and rich, a laugh unlike any you've heard before. Forget the small feeling you felt when he called you his, you're fully turned on now. 

“You can’t say shit like that, Din,” you whine, your voice slightly muffled by his shoulder. “You know what it does to me.”

“I guess we should remedy that, then, huh?” If you had thought your face couldn’t get any hotter before, you might as well be on fire now. You can feel the slick gathering between your folds, and you try to shift your hips slightly so that you can straddle one of Din’s thick thighs in search of the smallest modicum of friction. While you think you’re being subtle, you’re most definitely doing all but that. He picks up on what you’re trying to do and lifts his leg, throwing you forward and forcing you to catch yourself, your hands on either side of his head as your hair falls in front of your face.

“Yeah,” you pant. “Yeah, we probably should.” You lift your arm up and hold it above his face, following his eyeline as he sees your hair elastic around your wrist and immediately understands the unspoken instruction. He pulls the elastic off of your wrist and places it between his teeth as he pulls your hair back into the messiest ponytail known to the entire universe, tying it together at the base of your skull. As you lean back down to kiss Din with more fire and fervor than you’ve ever kissed anyone before, your cunt rubs in the most perfect way it possibly could against his crotch, and you realize that he’s just as turned on as you are. The pressure causes both of you to groan, your lips separating just barely, the air between you mixing with your ragged breaths. Din trembling ever so slightly under you. You grin wildly at the sound he makes when you rub yourself back down on him, the whine that pulls itself out of his throat blessing your ears more than any religious deity ever could.

“Please- nghh- need you so bad.” You look down at him as you continue to grind against him, and, if the light were better, you would see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes before they fall. “Feels so good. Jus’- jus’ need- agh- need you.”

“I knew you were a good boy,” you coo, and your words only further deteriorate Din’s current state. An open-mouthed kiss placed on his pulse point quickly turns into a hickey, and, paired with a particularly perfect grind down onto his clothed cock, he grips onto your shirt and he cums into his pants with a broken moan, the excess warmth seeping through his pants and your own. You smile against his neck, now satisfied with your work, and placing a gentle peck on the red spot where you’re sure a small bruise will be visible tomorrow. You wait a few moments for Din to return to his body and gently wipe away the tear tracks that have paved their way down his cheeks, looking at how absolutely beautiful he looks in his post-orgasmic mental haze and murmuring quiet praises as his breathing slows and the grip on your shirt loosens. “You okay there?”

“You…” Din breathes, his eyes still slightly foggy, “are a goddess.” You laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek as your legs tighten slightly around his own, dropping down and hugging him tightly. Your cunt meets his softening dick and he cries out, a delicious sound that's a mixture of painful and pleasurable overstimulation. With the sounds he’s been making and the friction between your two bodies, though, you’re way too turned on to up and leave to your bed, so you pull back after a moment, a glint in your eye that Din identifies as the one that typically makes its appearances right before you were about to cause potentially illegal levels of mayhem. There’s something slightly different to this one, though- he can’t pinpoint quite what it is, but before he can think about it too much, you’re reaching down to unbutton your black jeans and unzip the fly, shoving them down your legs and off of your ankles with a practiced precision. “Oh, so you want me to return the favor?” He quirks an eyebrow playfully and you smirk, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, no, baby, you’re going to do so much more than that,” you purr, and suddenly, Din can identify that glint in your eyes that he saw: what else could it be besides lust? He’s fumbling at the button and fly on his own pants, the material nearly soaked through with cum at the front, kicking them down his legs and off his feet as fast as his post-nut clarity will allow. 

“Jus’ wanna be inside you,” he pants, his face flushed and dick already half-hard purely from the thought of finally, finally getting to fuck you properly. “‘Ve wanted to be inside you since I first saw you.”

“What, when Karga introduced us?” You watch his facial expressions contort as he wraps a hand around his dick, stroking himself as much as he can without crying out of sensitivity. 

“‘Fore that. A long time before that, cyare. I’d seen you at the tavern with your friend- ah- a few months before I needed your help.” His eyebrows knit together, his head thrown back onto the blanket, and you take a fistful of his hair and force him to look at you, eliciting a loud groan from the back of his throat. 

“You’d been looking at me for that long?” Your voice is so low it might just qualify as a growl, a dark look in your eyes that makes the breath in his lungs catch, the hand on his dick freeze, and his mouth hang open mid-moan. Without a second thought, you spit between his open lips, and you could swear you feel his dick twitch where it rests against your inner thigh. “Now’s your chance to fuck me. If I were you, I’d take advantage.” The cogs are turning in Din’s mind, and, with a wiggle of your hips, your slick smearing on the underside of his dick, you realize a plan has formed in his mind.

“Up, please,” he whimpers, his left hand pushing your hips up slightly so that he can align his tip with your entrance, and, as you slowly sink down, your hot cunt finally, finally surrounding him, any and all coherent thoughts he may have had fly from his brain. The only thing he knows and understands in the whole galaxy is you, you, you; your smell, the feeling of you on top of him, your thighs around his hips and your calves caging in his thighs, your nails digging into his chest, balancing perfectly between pain and pleasure- it’s the most overwhelming thing he’s ever experienced, and he’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to get enough of it. You, on the other hand, are no better off, your chest heaving and your quads burning as you slowly lower yourself down onto him as you get accustomed to the stretch. When his tip brushes past your g-spot, you moan high and long, your head falling onto your right shoulder. The feeling of your thighs finally settling onto his, though, is what makes both of you moan in unison, your clit brushing ever-so-slightly against his twitching ab muscles as you finally rest your weight on him. 

“Oh… my gods,” you sigh, and you can feel the sweat beading along your hairline and on the back of your neck, a combination of your racing heart and the dying fire next to you. An experimental shift of your weight pulls a groan that quickly turns into a moan from Din, the feeling of you around him being nearly enough to make him cum. He’s waited for this for so, so long, and there’s no way he’s going to let himself cum that fast the first time he fucks you properly. He looks down to where you’re straddling his hips, and, when you shift again, his eyes roll back into his head but not before he sees the bulge on your tummy caused by… him. His eyes trace back up your body, along your waist, your heaving chest, the arms that lead to the hands that rest on his chest, and your face, hair everywhere but the hair tie and cheeks flushed as you roll your hips again, relishing in the feeling of your clit rubbing against his happy trail with every rock of your weight. “Oh, fuck, Din-”

A moan, high and pitchy, of your name sends a tsunami of tingles down, down, straight down to the bottom of your stomach, and you could swear that the noise he made sent you light years closer to your orgasm. “Please. Please just let me fuck you. Please let me make you feel good- ah- ‘n return the favor.”

You want to be coy, sassy, and essentially just a little shit, but the haze of pure horniness and pleasure fogging your mind robs you of that ability. Instead, all you can do is look down at him, and fuck does he look gorgeous. His face is half-lit by the flames, his mouth hangs open, his eyes are half-lidded and the coffee-brown pupils blend perfectly into his irises in the limited light. All you can croak out is a pitiful “please do” before he’s flipping you over, burying his face in the crook of your neck, and wrapping his arms around your torso.

“‘M gonna fuck you so good you won’t even know your name by the end,” he says, his voice deep and rich in your ear. You can only gasp in response as his hips start fucking into you and quickly finds what makes you moan and writhe the most. His thrusts focus on depth more than speed, but when he reaches an arm down and finds your clit as you twitch against him and moan, that’s exactly what he goes for. Timing the circles around your clit with his hips, you can only wrap your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his absurdly small waist, pulling him down, closer to you.

“Din- s’ good. Please, please, just don’t stop- ngh- don’t fucking stop.” Pulling him closer somehow made his thrusts even more perfect, and your mouth hangs open over his shoulder, your eyes wide as you keen out a high-pitched moan. Your orgasm is so close, and your fingers tightening in his curls makes him understand that. Against your expectations (not like your brain could come up with any coherent thoughts, much less expectations about sex,) Din doesn’t speed up, instead focusing on depth and angling his hips just so that his entire cock runs against your g-spot, and his fingers on your clit work double time. “Oh my fuck, mi amor, ‘m cumming, oh gods-” He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, and your eyes squeeze shut as your back contracts, arching up into him and maintaining as much contact with his body as you possibly can. Your cunt tightening and twitching around him is almost what sends Din over the edge, but he’s somehow able to muster up one thought.

“Where?”

It’s a simple question, but it’s one you understand without any further elaboration. “Inside, baby. Inside.” The tail end of your orgasm is wearing off, and Din’s hips stutter through two final thrusts before you’re feeling the warmth of his cum mixing with yours. He croaks out a cracked, stuttered moan before his hips jerk erratically and when he catches his breath, you fall backwards onto the blanket, every single muscle in your body going limp. The post-orgasmic haze settles over the two of you comfortably, and he rests his head in the crook of your shoulder as his dick softens inside of you. 

You aren’t sure how long you lay there while the two of you rearrange your brain cells inside of your heads and lower your heart rates to something somewhat normal, and you don’t even feel yourself drifting off to sleep, but Din notices your breathing shift and the circles you’ve been tracing on his shoulder blade slow, and pulls out of you gently, untangling his limbs from yours as carefully as he can. He silently picks up your clothes, places them all on the blanket next to you, and kicks the fire out. You’re somewhere between being awake and falling asleep, so you aren’t sure if it’s entirely real when a pair of arms gently pick you up, carry you up a ramp, and set you in a warm bed. You are asleep, however, when Din returns with a washcloth, damp with warm water, and cleans your upper thighs and folds as best as he can without waking you, then tucks the covers up to your shoulders just the way you normally do, making sure there’s enough room around your neck so that you can breathe but still feel enclosed by the blankets. You are asleep when he places a kiss to your forehead and says, so quietly he’s not even sure the Maker heard it, a set of words unfamiliar to his tongue.

“Kar’taylir darasuum gar, cyare.”

[number1120]

As promised, here’s my thoughts on the Sinclair Band!AU fanfic book!

This’ll be a mixture of two AU’s based off the lovely @arkunder's band!AU and the awesome @loveandmurders's Sinclair sister!AU (their writing for the sister sinclair is so fucking amazing! go read it!). This'll be a fun one, trust me, because I had to go over every little thing from both two blogs PLUS a kill count video on youtube over HoW. Yes, there will be murder in this, but it'll be fore the good!

For this to work, I can't use "y/n" but it'll take the story element away from the tale. Also I have a hard time writing in 'y/n' context. I'll be practicing on my spare time to make it better. Thank you understanding. I haven't can up with the sister's name yet, but it'll come to me soon.

ANYWAYS!

The story is going to be base around the idea that the Sinclair Brothers did have an adopted sister in their family from when she was 4 weeks old until she was 6-years-old when she was taken away for two reasons: Near drowning and Bo pushing her down the stairs in the Wax House (the big spiral one!). Because of her young age, she doesn't remember much, but the last thing she remembers is bring ripped out of her brothers' arms... no lie. Like she was RIPPED out of their arms.

This crushes Bo and Vincent, and this breaks Lester because they were really close. Trudy? She wanted the girl gone because raising four kids was a lot, and she needed a reason to get rid of the girl. I mean, she was leaning in the doorway with a cigarette in hands as she watched the madness of her sons fighting police officers for their little sister. Victor was inside reading over files for the hospital, not caring that his sons were being traumatized. You know? Dicks.

To add salt to the wound, there was a firer car crash months later, July 17th, the sister's 16th bithday. When Trudy learned that there was a bad crash, the daughter in it, by Bo's teacher. She takes this as a sick way to make her sons to "forget" her, and, that night, she faked a phone call from the "hospital" and she tells the boys that their sister died later at the hospital. Of course, this CRUSHES them. Bo doing some unhealthy coping skills, Vincent not wanting to touch wax for a while, and Lester is a shell of a kid. They lost her for the second time, and it's for good this time. The twins were 12 and Lester was 8.

Fast forward to now:

Sinclair-Voyance is in the Top 10 rock band with their second album being in top charts seven times in a row! World tours, traveling, meeting the Royals inf England! There's nothing that the three brothers can't do! Things are finally getting better, and they are rocking and vibing hardcore with nothing stopping them! The twins are 22 and Lester 18 (and he graduated high school on the honor role!). They are the youngest rockers to hit the rock world, and nothing will slow them down!

... until their manager has them performing on July 17th, the Cursed Date. Bo wants to cancel it because it's the day where all three of them fall apart, but Lester convenes them that it's a good thing and they should do it! But make it different from the rest of the concerts, Vincent reminds them.

It'll be an honorary concert for their baby sister, their favorite sibling. The concert will be a fundraiser for the Fire Rescue and Recovery, a charity for children who were harmed in fries and car crashes. The band has donated to them a couple of times, but this'll be different: it'll be in honor of their sister. Bo won't getting drunk on stage, Vincent showing his face, and Lester taking lead for some songs when emotions run heavy on Bo to still.

Bo swears he's the reason why they lost their sister, and July 17th is the one day of the year where Bo falls apart like a bullet through a car window. He blames himself. It's his fault. The weight he carries will never be understood by his brothers.

Vincent designs limited edition merch, Lester posts a lot about the concert along with telling stories about survivors that went through recovery with the charity, and Bo will perform at a talk show and promoting this a week before the concert, hoping that other bands will join this cause, too. Now, a Humble/Sober Bo is a very rare sight, and the rock world knows it, showing that this thing is the real deal.

WHILE THEY ARE DOING THAT:

Their sister, alive and well, has a bad knee (from an injury she can't remember) and a burned hand (from the car crash). She and her friends are huge fans of Sinclair-Voyance, and their radio station is hosting a ticket "9th Caller" thing, and she's lucky number 9! She and her friends are stocked to see the boys preform, and the sister is excited, too, because it'll be her 16th birthday. Goodness, she's so excite to celebrate it with her friends and at the concert! And the concert is for a good charity that helped her heal from the car crash she survived. Because of the charity, her hand is scarred but fully healed, and it saved her hand from being taken. Anyways, she won tickets for The Stand Pit, and S-V was happy to trade a standing ticket for a front row seating ticket. She can't stand for a long time, and S-V Brand understood that (The Sinclairs a lot of things, but not ablest).

Plus, this concert will be able to be away from her abusive boyfriend and brothers. Well, she doesn't want to call them bothers for what they've done to her, but what else is she supposed to call them? They remind her every day that her first family didn't want her, and her first brothers tried to kill her! No one wants her. Even the new adopted family doesn't want her: they just wanted the check the state gives every month for taking care of her.

Even though she's a fan of their music, she always felt connected with them. Bo's voice was always comforting her like a lullaby. Vincent's kin smile and gentleness around children made her feel like she knew him. Lester's bright smile an happy brown eyes sending her back to a time she's forgotten. She knows she was taken away from a different family, but she forgot they faces. Is it possible to miss strangers who she's never met?

They felt like a home she never got to live in.

Before the concert, Lester is out near the pit doing autographs, talking, and doing photos with fans. He was the biggest smile on his face, but it fades when he sees his... no. That's not her. She's dead! That's just a fan who looks like her! Yeah, that's it. Besides, his sister's dead! He buried her in a white coffin with butterflies on it. Butterflies were her favorite, and the scar on her hand was in a shape of one she got while she drowned. While the town went to away on the day of her funeral to comfort his parents, the brothers stayed behind and finished the job before the digger could bury her. They threw dirt over her grave while listening to the radio, and they comfort her, promising that she'll always be an angel to them.

The three brothers singing their sister to sleep to "Amazing Grace" when they were done. Yeah... his sister's dead.

Either way, he forces a happy face and takes a photo with the sister look-alike. As Lester leaves to get ready and recovers from this ghost sighting, the girl catches his hand, At first the security is about to push her away, but the girl says to him with soft eyes, "I'm sorry for your lost, Lester. I hope she's resting well."

His eyes falls to her hand and see the butterfly-shaped scar. That seals it. It's her! It's really her! That's his sister and--and she doesn't remember him. He squeezes her hand, saying, "Thank ya, ma'am. It means a lot ya showed up for 's. Than' ya."

In her mind, his voice rings, and she's heard that voice before. Long before the albums and interviews. Long before Sinclair-Voyance became a band. Somewhere, his voice matched the screaming brother fighting to keep his sister in his grip. Somewhere, looking out the back window of a cop car, visions of her brothers fighting sheriffs flashed, and Lester was there.

She finally remembers.

Anyways, that's what I have in mind so far. Let me know if you have another idea!

[taruchisguide]

[A3! 6TH ANNIVERSARY: REVIVAL TOKEN CHOICES]

A visual and text chart of all the cards available in this year's anniversary revival token pool. Earned tokens can be used up until February 17 13:59 JST. Huge thanks to Fal, who helped double check all of this again.

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↓↓↓ Text version below!  ↓↓↓    

🌸 Spring Troupe Revival Token Cards 🌸

Sakuya Sakuma: Beast's Beloved Child (Ayakashi Midnight Three), No SR, Lighting the Guiding Lantern (LANTERN NIGHT)

Masumi Usui: No SSR, Cool×Rocker (69'n' Roll 4ever!), Sinking in the Abyss of Longing (Fated Battle)

Tsuzuru Minagi: Holding up a Hollyhock (SUMMER YUKATA COLLECTION), No SR, Run around the field. (Us Back Then)

Itaru Chigasaki: No SSR, Rabbit Hatter (The Dreams that Eggs See), Thankful Pink Rose (POETIC ROSE)

Citron: Midnight Shootout (AGENT NEON), No SR, Royal Style (Beautiful Country)

Chikage Utsuki: No SSR, A Capable Man’s Morning Preparations (Morning Routine), Emerald Palette (Beautiful eyes)

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🌻 Summer Troupe Revival Token Cards 🌻

Tenma Sumeragi: My Glittering LIVE! (Our 1st LIVE), No SR, Laundry Incident! (WASH & DRY)

Yuki Rurikawa: No SSR, Proud Purple Rose (POETIC ROSE), Big Heart Balloon (Today's Special)

Muku Sakisaka: Yearning for Adulthood (FAVORITE SHOES COLLECTION), No SR, First Crush Baseball (First Crush Baseball (Second Half))

Misumi Ikaruga: No SSR, Dahlia Aloha (SPF50+/PA+++), Sleepy-eyed Morning (Morning Routine)

Kazunari Miyoshi: Welcome to Miyoshi Farm ♪ (YABATAN VEGETABLE), No SR, Summer Vacay Memory (Midsummer Paradise)

Kumon Hyodo: No SSR, First, Let Me See Your Ticket (All aboard!), Enjoy My Finest Work! (SUSHI KUINĒ!)

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🍁 Autumn Troupe Revival Token Cards 🍁

Banri Settsu: Sweet Addiction (99％ CACAO:HOLIC), No SR, MANKAI☆New Year (New Year's Bonus 2020)

Juza Hyodo: No SSR, Relaxing Slow Life (The Place Where the Animals Live), The Ideal Part-timer (Graceful tailor)

Taichi Nanao: Scarlet Fantasy (Beautiful eyes), No SR, A Story I Want You to Hear (BROWN WEAR COLLECTION)

Omi Fushimi: No SSR, Thoughtful Gift (MY FAVORITE FRAGRANCE), Lively Dhol Player (FOOL'S PARADISE)

Sakyo Furuichi: Wishing You a Pleasant Trip (All aboard!), No SR, The Satisfaction of Being a Mechanic (Have a good flight!)

Azami Izumida: No SSR, Lucky Bag - Cosmetics (VELUDO WINTER COLLECTION), Vitamin Fruits Ice Cream (Toppings of Your Choice)

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❄️ Winter Troupe Revival Token Cards ❄️

Tsumugi Tsukioka: Kind Postman (My dear postman), No SR, An Angel Who Knew Love (The MANKAI Dorm in Those Days: Autumn-Winter Edition)

Tasuku Takato: No SSR, Called by Someone (BROWN WEAR COLLECTION), Threatening Arnold (PULL THE TRIGGER!)

Hisoka Mikage: Tempting Wedding Cake (June Tuxedo), No SR, Gourmand Note (MY FAVORITE FRAGRANCE)

Homare Arisugawa: No SSR, Encounter with the Unknown (Jurassic Memoir), The Assassin Who Was Sent (Lawless District)

Azuma Yukishiro: Elegant Ankh (FOOL'S PARADISE), No SR, Bewitching Veteran Dancer (Welcome to BURLESQUE)

Guy: No SSR, Handling the Scattered Red Leaves (Fated Battle), A Heartfelt Hymn (Gloria!)

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🎭 Other Revival Token Cards 🎭

Isuke Matsukawa: No SSR, No SR, The Prince of April 1st (April Fool's 2017)

Ken Sakoda: The Newcomer Host of April 1st (April Fool's 2018), No SR, No R

Yuzo Kashima: The Champion of April 1st (April Fool's 2019), No SR, No R

Tetsuro Iwai: April Fool's Carpenter (April Fool's 2020), No SR, No R

Kaya Mizuno: The Company President of April 1st (April Fool's 2021), No SR, No R

Madoka Ikaruga: Wizard of April First (April Fool's 2022), No SR, No R

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

fever being called that's perfect because it has the fever dreamiest games of them all.

[azlrse]

A Gator's Sweetheart (Montgomery Gator x GN Animatronic!Reader Hcs)

CW: none, just fluff!!

A/N: after seeing so many videos of him on TikTok, I've decided to write some dating headcanons for him so get yo man's here, everyone!!

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

I think that the reason why Monty fell hard for you in the first place was because you fit in within his aesthetic. Despite being a rocker, had a punk style but didn't break things, he still likes you.

But despite his confidence, he was still hesitant on confessing towards you and was bad at expressing his feelings. So, he resorted on dropping hints to see if you're also into him.

He is a flirt. I repeat, he's heavily a flirt towards you. Monty would occasionally call you sweetheart, dropping in flirty pick up lines and would even smirk at you when you stare at his looks.

Would also wink at you occasionally, which you secretly liked.

^^ he would stop if he senses that you are uncomfortable with any of his actions.

Remember the time when you fell down the descending stage platform while waving at the crowd to say your farewells towards them? Well, you are about to feel the impact of the hard ground when his arms catched you in a second.

"There's my favorite gal/guy, you should be careful next time, sweetheart." 🥺

That just made your heart beat fast as you said your thanks towards him.

He loves your shy personality!! I mean it!!

When he finally gained the confidence to confess his feelings towards you, you shyly responded and he was really happy when you returned the feeling as well.

If the Pizzaplex was closed for the day, he would nervously ask you to hang out with him (or a date if he might call it), he would be ecstatic when he heard that you said a sweet 'yes' from his invitation.

Despite being in a so-called 'hangout', he didn't hesitate to bring some flowers for you, thanks to the advices of his fellow bandmates.

Loves to put his hand on your waist while walking around and how he shows that you are already taken.

You are fully aware of his anger issues, this fella was the strongest among the band, hence making you scared a bit towards him but Monty tries his best to control his anger.

He would convince you to stay on your room as he trashed his own area to release his anger.

If you are brave, you are the only one who can calm him down if he had a breakdown. Monty was not used to someone listening towards his problems so having someone like you really released the weigh of his shoulders as he poured down all the emotions he felt.

He would show you off as his significant lover, always calling you every nickname that would make you easily flustered.

"There's my beautiful/handsome lover, how are you today?"

"That's my sweetheart right there! Rock hard, (y/n)!!"

"You know you can't resist me, sweetheart. I'm too handsome for you." "Mmm, you are truely are handsome, sweetie pie."

You calling him sweetie pie just makes his heart racing. Please keep on calling him that endearment, he loves that nickname!!

In conclusion? Despite his anger issues and his egotistic personality, he would still be a wholesome boyfriend towards you. Let's give him a 10000/10 <3

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

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Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕

[xoxo-teddybear]

The Bakugou Kids - Bakugou Katsuki

(Dad)Bakugou x (Mom)f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Cursing

Summary: Bakugou and Y/N love their son with their entire beings, but sometimes, parents need a break. Especially when those parents are responsible for creating a literal demon spawn. He is kind, well behaved, and cute of course! But he does have Bakugou blood in him. With Y/N already away on a girls trip, Bakugou has to find out how he’s going to deal with his (now) many, many kids.

A/N: You passed down your duplication quirk down to Katsuo.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” You asked your husband as you stood at the doorway. “Katsumi may be a calm baby but she’s still a baby. And Katsuo’s quirk just kicked in and it is mine. I would know how difficult it can be to manage.”

“Stop worrying, Babe. It’s just a duplication quirk. And he’s only 5, how powerful can it really be?”Katsuki said, wrapping his arms around you. “Just go on your little girl’s trip with Ponytail and Racoon Eyes. I can handle the brat.”

You looked at your husband with a raised brow and smile before rolling your eyes and giving him a kiss. “Alright then. I’ll see you in a few days!”

With that, you walked out of the house and into the cab to meet your friends at the resort. Katsuki chuckled before walking back into the house to find his son napping on the couch. His spiky, blonde locks were all messed up with bed head while his E/C eyes he inherited from you remained shut. Katsuki walked over to his newborn daughter and picked her up while he took a seat next to Katsuo’s sleeping form, rubbing at his soft hair until he woke up.

“Can’t be all that bad, right Katsumi?”

The baby girl merely cooed with sparkling ruby eyes that mimicked her father’s.

—

Wow. Wrong. He was so wrong! It had only been 2 days since your departure but things had already gone so wrong! When you said your quirk was difficult to manage, Katsuki thought it would be difficult for Katsuo to manage. Not him!

Katsuki should’ve known his son would’ve taken the opportunity to act out while his mother was away. He had always been your little angel while Katsuki saw him as his little gremlin. With Y/N gone, Katsuo has been pushing all kinds of limits. Limits that had Katsuki beat.

Katsuo had been fortunate enough to inherit a quirk. And not just any quirk, but your quirk. Duplication. Basically, he can create copies of himself. When you were his age, you could only create 4, max. Katsuo was different though. He had Bakugou blood flowing through him. He was advanced the second he was born. So now, Katsuki was stuck looking after Katsumi, Katsuo, and Katsuo’s 16 other copies.

“Aye! Number 15, you’re gonna break that lamp! 11 and 8! Don’t wrestle in the mud! Go take a bath! NUMBER 3 GET OFF THE KITCHEN ISLAND! KATSUMI!” The adult blond screamed, looking for his infant daughter, eventually finding her sleeping in her little rocker on the living room floor. “Oh right, you don’t talk yet.”

Katsuki sighed as he slumped down next to his daughter, and leaned his back against the couch. He looked around the room and saw the 17 Katsuo’s making a ruckus around the house. All he could do was question how the hell is 3 month old daughter could possibly sleep through all this.

Katsuki almost lost all hope for humanity until a knock was heard on his front door. Knowing exactly who was there, he quickly got up from his place on the floor and ran to the entrance. “You idiots are finally here!”

Katsuki pulled in his 3 friends, the boys of the Bakusquad, and slammed the door shut. The 3 friends all stood in shock at the sight of the house. Not that it was overly messy or anything. It’s just that there were about 16 more figures in the house that aren’t usually there.

“You gotta help me!” Katsuki said, running infront of them, shaking his best friend’s shoulders. “I love my kids! I do! I love Katsuo, I swear! BUT I DIDNT SIGN UP TO BE A FATHER OF 18 FREAKING DEVILS!”

“Okay! Okay, relax man. We’re here.” Kirishima said, patting his friend’s shoulder as he wept. “How the hell are we gonna take care of 17 little Bakugous?”

“Right? We thought 1 Kacchan was a lot. Then you brought another one into the world, who apparently brought some unannounced friends.” Kaminari joked.

“They’re demons!” Katsuki exclaimed. “This has to be some fucking Karma for the shit I did. I knew I should’ve listened to my old hag better. Now shits came back to bite me in the- HEY! PUT YOUR SISTER DOWN! SHE’S NOT A FOOTBALL!”

Katsuos number 7 and 5 placed a sleeping Katsumi back in her rocker with an annoyed pout before running off to play something else.

“Welllll, there’s nothing that 3 cool uncles can’t fix!” Sero enthusiastically said. “Hey kiddos! Who’s ready to have some fun?”

All the mini blondes stopped their movements, some freezing mid-air, and looked to the slim man. They all shouted in joy at the sight of their uncles and ran to pounce on the 3 men, including their father. From the point of view of the boys in the Bakusquad, it looked like a Bakugou stampede.

“Run, run, RUN, RUN, RUUUNN!!!!” Kaminari screamed as the boys all ran for their lives to escape the herd of Katsuos. This was going to be an interesting day.

—

Safe to say after the day had passed, the boys of the Bakusquad were completely exhausted. Sero had half his clothes torn, Kirishima’s hair fell from it’s great spikes and even lost some red hues, Katsuki’s eye bags had never been heavier, and Kaminari was just straight knocked the fuck out. They were all thrown across the couch as Katsumi rested in Katsuki’s arms.

“What do we do?” Kirishima exclaimed.

“I don’t know.” Katsuki said, looking at his scrambling son(s). “There’s just too many.”

“And we’ve already lost a soldier.” Sero said pointing to Kaminari’s sleeping form. Katsuki and Kirishima followed his gaze and bowed their heads in respect towards the defeated Kaminari.

“Well now what? Is Bakugou just supposed to live like this for the next 3 days?” Kirishima asked.

“Hell no. If I do, there’s not gonna be anymore Katsuki. I’ll just be some body without a soul because my damn gremlins sucked it outta’ me.” Katsuki said with his head dropped down.

“Well how do we get them to calm down?” Sero questioned.

“I don’t know. They’re all mini me’s. Nobody could get me to relax.” Katsuki said in defeat, but that’s when Kirishima had a lightbulb go off for him.

“Except for Y/N!” The red head said, popping up from his seat on the couch.

“Uh, if you haven’t noticed Shitty Hair, this all started because she’s away on her trip.” Katsuki said with sarcasm as he looked at his friend as if he was an idiot.

“I know that! But Y/N wasn’t the only one to tame you, Bakugou!” Kirishima said in excitement.

“So then who else?” Katsuki asked.

“You know,” Kirishima smirked. “Denki’s favorite person. Y/N and.........”

It took Katsuki a second before his eyes popped when he finally got it. “No!”

“Yes!” Kirishima said.

“No way! We’re not going to her!” Katsuki complained.

“Who?” Sero asked.

“Nobody!” Katsuki screamed.

“Oh it’s somebody alright! Somebody who was able to tame the beast in Bakugou the second he was born!” Kirishima said.

“Who?” Sero asked. Katsuki finally sighed before he gave in, realizing this was his only hope for sanity. He grabbed his phone and made a quick call before explaining to his dark-haired friend.

“The demon of all demons...”

—

The door opened to reveal a tall standing brunette and an elder feminine blonde.

“...My mother.”

—

The boys of the Bakusquad all sat lined up on the couch as Mitsuki stood at Katsuki’s end and smacked her son’s head.

“You idiots! Y/N leaves for 2 days and all hell breaks lose?!” Mitsuki screamed at the 3 young men.

“You old hag! Quit hitting me! Ima’ grown man for crying out loud!” Katsuki screamed as he rubbed his head. Masaru simply bounced the sleeping Katsumi in his arms as he watched the scene play out.

“Well if you’re such a grown man then why can’t you manage your own kids without your wife’s help?!” Mitsuki argued, leaving Katsuki silent as he grumbled. The eldest blonde sighed before continuing. “Alright listen, I’ll watch these little devils for the next few days until Y/N comes back. I��d love to spend some time with my grandbrats. Why don’t the 3 of you go take a break and-“

“THANKS! Let’s go losers!” Katsuki said dragging his friends to the exit. Mitsuki and Masaru only laughed at their son’s behavior as they began tending to the kids.

The boys of the Bakusquad all quickly walked out of the house and headed for their cars as they all walked together.

“So, where to?” Sero asked.

“We could go head up that new resort in Tokyo!” Kaminari suggested.

“Naahhh. That’s where Y/N’s having her girl’s trip. Wifey would kill me if she saw me there instead of at home with the kids.” Katsuki said with his hands in his pockets. Kirishima raised his brow at this.

“Oh? So then, maybe we should go back and-“

“You know, on second thought,” Katsuki said with wide eyes once Kirishima made the suggestion. He took his hands out of his pockets and placed them behind his friend’s backs to keep them moving. “Maybe she won’t kill me..if I’m lucky..and wish..upon a shooting star....a million times over. Hah.....yeah. TO THE RESORT!”

As they walked, Kaminari attempted to look at the house once more, prompting Katsuki to turn his friend’s head back around. “No, no, no, don’t look back, they can smell fear.”