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adimilkys · 2 days

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JJK men waking up horny at night

MDNI : 18+, smut, somnophilia, masturbation, p in v, degradation and much more

Contains : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushigiro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna (I was throwing up while writing his bitch ass 😾 I still love you Sukuna 😔)

small note : remember! Consent is everything, so let’s say the reader and character made an agreement on not minding if they would wake up to head etc. Not proof read

Gojo Satoru

He often got wet dreams, either waking up to morning wood or- waking up in the middle of the night.

And that’s what happened this time, it’s 3 am and Satoru let out a groan as his eyes opened, his whole face was red, it was so goddamn hot in here. He looked over at your peaceful face, wrapped his hands around you and pulled you closer.

He breathed in your smell, leaving kisses all around your neck and shoulders, slightly grinding his hard cock against your ass.

“Fuck… not letting me rest in my sleep either.” A quiet whine left his mouth, one hand going under his shirt that you were wearing, while the other one pulled your panties to the side, you usually only slept in his shirt and your panties, so he had easy access to your body.

“Baby… I need you…” two of his fingers entered you, he started moving them slowly and scissoring them, you let out a soft moan and clenched your thighs together- but still asleep.

He sped up his pace, taking his own cock into his hand and started stroking it. You let out a louder moan, feeling something tighten inside your stomach.

Suddenly your eyes shot open as your hand instantly went to grab his wrist. “T-Toru!” You cried as he added a third finger.

“M’sorry baby… I was so horny…” he was also close, groaning as he was stroking his cock faster.

“C-Can I put it in? Please please I need to feel you…” You nodded, not able to say anything, the only sounds leaving your mouth being moans of his name.

His fingers left your hole, you whined at the lost sensation but it was immediately replaced with his cock, you gasped at the feeling of being so full. He had your back against his chest. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, holding them up so it was easier for him to slide in.

His thrusts were slow and deep, hitting your cervix every time.

“Toru!! Ah- c-close!” You moaned, your nails were digging into his shoulder as he fastened his pace.

“S-shit… me too baby, me too.” One of his hands left your thigh, letting it lay on the bed, it instead went to your clit.

Your eyes rolled back and your back arched as you came, he wasn’t far behind, a few more strokes and he buried himself deep inside and shot his loads of cum.

As he pulled out you both were a panting mess. He moved your panties back, his hands wrapping around your waist and head hid in your shoulder.

“I’ll clean you up in the morning…”

Nanami Kento

It was rare for him to get wet dreams, it basically never happened, until this night.

He was rock hard and itching to touch you but he didn’t want to wake you up. You came back from work really late and exhausted, it was a hard day for you.

He could just jerk off, but he wanted you so bad. He got onto his knees, making you lay on your back as he pushed your legs apart, slowly pulling your panties off, making sure you won’t wake up.

He grabbed his cock in his hand and started stroking it, imagining it was your hand right now. You were so cute asleep, his beautiful wife.

You probably would tease him for days if you found out what he was doing, he just wanted to quickly get off to your body and go back to sleep.

He leaned down, kissing all over your exposed cleavage and neck, leaving small marks with every kiss, you’ll probably wake up and wonder where’d they come from.

He’ll explain himself tomorrow, right now it wasn’t important. What was is that he’s closer and closer, he started moving his hand faster, shooting out ropes all over your stomach that was exposed due to your shirt being ridden up, following with a muffled moan.

When he calmed down, he grabbed a tissue from the shelf and cleaned the cum off you. Putting your panties back down and laying down next to you, cuddling you.

Toji Fushigiro

He dreamt of you pregnant all over again, your round belly, filled with his child. He knows he has a breeding kink, so it’s obvious that he has gotten hard just from thinking about it.

Megumi wouldn’t mind a little brother, or maybe sister. Fuck, he wanted to get you pregnant again. He knows you’re on that shitty pill- he needs to flush them down the fucking toilet.

But right now all he needed was you. He grabbed your sleeping face and slammed his lips on yours, making you gasp, which allowed his tongue to enter.

“Mhmm- too-ji?” You muffled out barely awake, confused why in the middle of the night your man started furiously attacking your mouth.

“Fuck- feel what you did to me doll, got me all hard even in my sleep, yeah?” You let out another gasp, feeling his hard erection press against your clothed pussy.

Not letting you say anything he ripped your panties and immediately positioned his cock against your entrance.

“T-Toji! What if we wake up Megumi-”

“Then you have to quiet down all these pretty sounds, hm?” And just like that he slammed his dick inside of you. You quickly bit down on your hand, muffling your loud cry.

Not letting you adjust, he continued slamming in and out of you at a quick pace. Tears filled your eyes from the pleasure, trying the best to muffle your loud moans. Your other hand scratched at his back.

He grabbed the hand that was covering your mouth and replaced it with his lips, you could’ve sworn you felt his tongue in your throat, it was a messy kiss- tongues and teeth clashing together. Then he moved down to your neck, leaving marks all over it.

“A-Ah! S-Slo’down- T’muchhh!” Instead of actually slowing down, he only went faster if that was even possible at this point.

“I know you can take it, doll. You always do.” With every thrust you were closer, it was also hard to be quiet with this beast of a man slamming into you at an inhuman pace.

“Toji- close so close!”

“Come on, cum f’me” Your head threw back, not able to contain the loud cry that left your mouth, his pussy clamped down so hard on his cock that he came short after you, letting out a load groan as he filled you up.

“One more round?”

“Toji- wait, AH-”

Choso Kamo

You’re his first ever partner, he’s still not used to all those relationships things. So just imagine his confusion when he woke up at 2 am, his dick rock hard and his body hot.

He looked over to you, sleeping so beautifully, you were asleep and didn’t even do anything- what happened??

He couldn’t go back to sleep, he was too horny. You won’t be mad if he wakes you up, right?

He carefully shook you, calling out your name. After a minute you opened your eyes, mumbling out some incorrect words. When you saw it was Choso who was sitting up, looking all worried you immediately raised yourself up on your hands.

“Love…? What’s wrong?” You asked, his face got red immediately, embarrassed to say what happened.

“I- woke up and my dick was hard, I didn’t know what happened so I woke you up.” You stared at him and let out a soft laugh, sitting up next to him.

“Oh baby, you probably just had a wet dream.” He looked at you confused, still not understanding what that meant.

“A wet dream is when you dream about something sexual.” He let out a quiet ohh, you shook your head smiling.

“Want me to help?” He didn’t move for a while before slowly shaking his head, still embarrassed that he had to wake you up for that. You took his dick in your hands, slowly moving them up and down before lowering your head and leaving kisses all over his cock.

His hand buried itself in your hair as he let out a quiet moan, begging you to not tease him. You complied to his request, taking as much of him as you can in your mouth.

He slightly thrust his hips forward, making the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. “M-m’sorry… had too-“ he whined as your plump lips dragged on his dick, your mouth so warm. The rest that you couldn’t fit in was wrapped around your hand, not being forgotten.

The way you looked up at him, the way that your mouth moved- he was getting closer and you knew it, your movement got faster and he gripped your hair tightly, letting out a moan as he came inside your mouth.

You swallowed it all, giving his head a last kiss before raising yourself up and wiping the corners of your lips with your hand. “You did so good love” he blushed at the praise,

“I’ll repay you tomorrow, okay?”

“Choso, you know you don’t have to-”

“But I want to.”

Ryomen Sukuna

He will not wake you up and admit that he got hard because of a stupid dream, there’s absolutely no way. He won’t ‘jerk off’ either, that would be just low of him.

So he will indeed wake you up but by his cock inside of you. He immediately got to work, ripping your panties off and throwing them somewhere in the room, getting in between your legs as he picked them up and held them against your chest.

He spit down on your pussy, the cold sensation making you shiver in your sleep. He grabbed one of his cocks and positioned it against your entrance, he would use both but getting you prepared for the other one would take too long.

And with a quick thrust he was deep inside of you, filling you up. The sudden intruder immediately woke you up, letting out pleasurable but also painful scream.

“Ngh—! wha-?!” Your eyes darted around the room before laying on the huge frame of Sukuna, who was glaring at you.

“Quiet, brat. This is your fault so now take it.” Your back arched off the mattress as he suddenly started moving, still half asleep not knowing what’s happening.

“Ryo-! Wait! Let me-” before you could finish your sentence a loud moan left your mouth, he did not plan on giving you any mercy with how fast he was ramming inside you.

You yelped as he slapped your ass harshly, “That’s for waking me up, brat.” You wanted to reply to him but you couldn’t form the words, even if you did you knew that would just result in another slap.

He didn’t even bother at pulling out as he picked you up and flipped you onto your stomach like a ragdoll. Continuing with his harsh slams, you felt every vein, with how big he was he was hitting every spot inside your pussy.

His hand grabbed your head and pushed you further into the pillow, making you arch more. He was slamming into you so hard it felt like he was rearranging your guts. The knot in your stomach tightened as you clenched around him.

“Cum, slut.” With his words your hands gripped onto the pillows and with almost a scream-like moan you came so hard you saw stars, but even with your tight pussy clamping around him so hard his thrusts didn’t slow down.

He once again grabbed your body, now picking it up and making you sit on his lap, your back against his chest as he bounced you up and down. You were so fucked out, tears streaming down your cheeks, your tongue out as spit leaked from the corners of your mouth.

“Look at you, so greedy for my cock.” He smirked, pinching your nipple.

“Ryooo— I can’t-” he slapped your ass once again, making you let out a cry, feeling another orgasm coming soon.

“Close already?” He scoffed “Pathetic” you squirmed as his hand went to your clit. One hand on your throat, second on your boobs, third wrapped around your waist making you bounce and fourth on your clit.

“Haa- n-nono-“ you cried as the next orgasm hit you, squirting all around his cock and hand. Leaving you a panting and overstimulated mess.

“What a messy pussy…” he groaned as he slammed you down, cock buried so deep there was a bulge on your stomach as he filled you with his load.

You were sure you would fall down on the bed if he wasn’t holding you up. He pulled his cock out just to fill you again with his second one.

“Did you think we were done, brat?”

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togamest · 2 days

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how the furin boys kiss. -> 616 words. gn!reader, just super cute fluffy stuff. some suggestive elements spread out, but no pronouns or y/n usage. this was suggested by @otakumodeactivaded — i hope you enjoy! <3 -> feat. haruka sakura, hajime umemiya, hayato suou, and toma hiragi.

sakura is a quick learner when it comes to kissing. he's shy, though, mostly out of inexperience, and the embarrassment of not being good at it keeps him chained to his inexperience. he's the type of guy who stammers out a "no, i know how to do it!" when you ask him, with blush spreading across his face in a light pink color, and when you do eventually kiss, he doesn't seem like he really knows what he's doing. however, he does let you move his hands to where you want them. he's pliant, because despite all his faults, and he wants to learn. he wants to know how to kiss you in the ways you enjoy. he's hesitant as well, nervous of screwing up, but with your pretty eyes on him and your lips centimeters from his own, he knows you won't judge him. you never fail to remind him of that fact, too.

umemiya kisses like he's putting his heart into every single one. they're long and smooth, commanding even, his tongue sliding against your own so sweetly that it would seem you were made for him. he always asks for one from you, too, even in the silliest circumstances. he needs at least one goodbye kiss from you as you go off to class, or one when he sees you and sweeps you up in his arms. he's the king of peppering kisses, never failing to kiss all over your face as you giggle and try to shove him off, saying he's annoying. he's not though, you and him both know that. he always says a soft i love you after each and every one, no matter how heated they are. most times, he'll pick you up when he kisses you, twirling around with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he catches you in a sprint, his lips pressing against yours.

hayato kisses you like you're going to leave him. there's something desperate in it, as if he's trying to prove himself to others, but feels embarrassed that he feels the need to do so in the first place. he's very polite about it, at first giving you forehead and cheek kisses, but behind closed doors he practically devours you. it's messy, spit spreading across your chins as he bullies his tongue inside your mouth. he enjoys the power dynamic between you both, the way you fall apart so quickly in his adept, mature hands and tongue. he likes hearing the little moans that fall from your own lips, muffled from his mouth. he's handsy, too; he'll always need skin contact in some way when he kisses you. big fan of the "cupping cheek" kiss.

hiragi kisses you gently, like he's scared that he's going to break you if he goes full force. every touch is gentle and soft, every kiss is a peck and not more; he holds himself back, just slightly, just enough for you to pick up on the fact that he's holding back. when you ask him to stop doing that, when you pout and tell him to kiss you for real, he pauses for a moment, before you squeal as he pulls you in for a burning kiss, your mouths smashing together. he likes to kiss you when you're pressed against something, as if he's concerned that his force will make you fall back onto the ground. he needs to have you secured when he kisses you, be it with his hands wrapped around you, or you pressed up against a wall. he's a huge fan of neck kisses, too; loves hearing your little hitch in breath as he presses his lips against your pulse point.

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#wind breaker x reader #wind breaker headcanons #wind breaker #haruka sakura x reader #umemiya hajime x reader #hayato suou x reader #hiragi toma x reader #📝 ari's autographs

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mrsparrasblog · 2 days

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You're Losing Me Pt.3 POLY 141 x Reader

TW: angst, mentioned rape, mentioned drug abuse, violence, alcoholism, crying, manipulation

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Wrapped around with a blanket, you lay on the couch singing all the breakup songs you know, pathetically. You didn't talk to your friends, called in sick at work, and haven't left the apartment since it happened. The only thing you had was Winston, the Taylor Swift vinyl on repeat that Johnny gifted you, and a cheap red wine that tasted like ass. You ordered some pizza so that something else keeps you company. When the bell rang, you didn't bother to put on a nice outfit. You went out with your tangled hair, your puffy swollen eyes, and Simon's ratty t-shirt that you couldn’t bother to throw away; it just smelled like comfort to you.

You were surprised when you saw, instead of the delivery guy, Kyle in front of your house. He looked so unlike Kyle. He didn't have that cheeky smile you loved, and his clean pretty boy aesthetic was gone. His white shirt was full of blood, his jaw bruised, and your heart broke. That was your man - was.

"Do you want to collect your stuff?" You asked, it hurt you so bad to ask, but you needed to be strong. You didn't want to be like your mom who stayed with your Dad despite how often he cheated on her. You were strong and independent before you met them, you can reach this again.

"Babe, please."

"Don't do this to me, Kyle," don't make me love you, don’t make me forgive you.

"Can I see at least Winston?" He asked, and that was a thing you couldn't deny. It was his dog too after all. You remembered how you rescued him together from a dog shelter. Everyone else would have said no, but Kyle loved animals just as much as you do. So you adopted that corgi, and you can regret many things but not your loyal dog.

"Come in," you said, not bothering to apologize for the mess.

When Winston saw him, he jumped immediately on Kyle, and this made you smile for the first time in days. "What happened to your face?"

"Got in some fights around the base."

"Kyle, you never get into fights with coworkers. Look, just because we're not a thing anymore doesn’t mean you need to sabotage your own life. Things like breakups happen, and I'm sure you will find a lovely girl." Your heart ached just thinking about them with another girl, all sharing and loving how they loved you.

"Don't want anyone else."

"Kyle."

"I mean it, I love you, and not just a bit. I know you're the right one. Tell me what you want, and I'll do it. Want me to quit the military? Easy. Want to punish me? Hurt me? I don’t care. Want to never touch me again? Fine, I'll live my life without sex just to have you. Want me to marry you? Done. Why wait? Do you want me to kill that slag? I'll do it. You don’t understand it; there is no such thing as too much for you. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you."

You were too stunned to speak, but by the look in his eyes, you knew he meant every word of it. He really loved you. But how could you trust him again? And John, you knew Kyle loved John, maybe not as much as you, but you were no one to separate them. That wasn’t fair.

"Let me clean the blood from your nose, Kyle." You stood up, ignoring the things he said, and went to the bathroom, grabbing alcohol and one of Kyle's spare t-shirts, inhaling the scent as you sobbed into it.

"Love—"

"Let me clean you."

He picked you up, sitting you down at the sink, where you slowly cleaned his wounds. Your breath felt heavy every second you got near his lips.

"Tell me you don't love me, and I'll never bother you again."

"Kyle, I can't lie to you."

You cleaned him and gave him his new shirt, but you couldn’t let him leave.

"Kyle, I love you, but I love all of you so much that I can't let you choose between me and John. You love him, I know that, and it's okay. I understand."

"John didn’t cheat on you; it was Johnny."

"Don't lie to me."

"I'd never lie to you. He just knew we couldn’t live without you, and you know how selfless he is."

"I thought he cheated." You started to sob again. "I screamed at him, told him how much I hate him, and he wasn’t at fault." You felt like a monster for your feelings.

"He understands."

"How does he hold up?" You knew John was never someone who shared your feelings.

"Locked himself in the office, drinking for days, doesn’t even speak with me."

"Let me fix this."

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John thought he was hallucinating when you went into his office with the spare key you had. It was too good to be true to see his angel again, but you weren’t real. He needed to stop drinking.

"I'm so sorry, John," you said over and over again, walking towards him, where you sat in your reserved place, on his lap, and slowly removing the glass out of his help. "I'm sorry, John. I don’t hate you, I’d never hate you."

"Cheated on you, deserve it."

"I know it was Johnny."

"Lie."

"Kyle told me."

"Oh."

"Can you forgive me, John?"

"Of course, lovely," he laled and smiled.

"Let me get you in your room, okay, and sober you up." He nodded, and you brought him to his room. You still weren’t sure what to do. Will you forgive them? Will you forgive Johnny?

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"Lea mah room, slag," Johnny screamed at the medic. He had enough of her and her manipulative acts, how she went into his room and touched him in training. It was enough.

"Don't be so harsh; I'm your girlfriend, after all," she smiled. She was sick fucking delusional.

"Youre nae mah burd ah tellt ye this often enough," he pressed his hands together, his knuckles white from rage. If he was a worse man, he’d kill her on the spot. But he needed her to make a mistake, so there would be proof of her lying.

"Not so aggressive, Johnny, this isn’t good for our baby."

"Are you mental? There is no fucking baby. You raped me three days ago. Aren’t you supposed to be a medic and know how this shit works?"

"There will be, and then we'll be happy."

"You're sick. This will never happen."

"Oh, there will, or you know I could tell anyone how you raped me and dared to kill me after your girlfriend found out."

"No one will believe you."

"They will."

And there was a knock on the door. He left her in the room, telling her it was probably only a rookie. He was surprised when he saw you. Even though you looked broken, you were still the most precious thing in his life. He wanted to hug you, tell you the truth.

"I know it was you, Johnny," you started to cry you never thought Johnny would do such a thing to you."

"Hen, please."

You hugged him tight, which caught him by surprise, but he held you through it. "Tell me why, Johnny. Please, let me know what I did to deserve this." His heart broke with every word you said. He desperately wanted to explain to you that you could never do anything wrong in his life, but the shame ate him up. Would you understand? Would you believe him?

"Tell me you won't do it again, Johnny. Tell me you regret it, that it didn't mean a thing. I'll forgive you, please, Johnny."

"Look, hen—" But before he could finish his sentence, the medic left the room wearing only one of his shirts.

"What are you doing here? I thought you’d broken up with that bore."

You noticed the shirt, the ruffled hair, and the bracelet you gifted Johnny that she wore. "Johnny, why is she wearing your shirt? Why does she have my bracelet?"

"Love, don't believe—"

"Oh, you're not only a bore, you're also dense, aren't you?"

That was enough to finally break you. You walked away, screaming at Johnny that he should leave you alone, running into Simon on your way out.

"Luv?"

"Stay away from me, Si," and he respected your wish, giving you the time to heal you need. He finally found Johnny in a screaming match with the medic. When she saw him, she gave Johnny a peck on his cheek and left with a sly smile.

Johnny was never a man to cry until that day. He didn't know how his life went so downhill in a few days.

"Johnny?"

"Go away, Lt."

"Johnny, tell me what's wrong."

"You wouldn't believe me. No one would."

"Let me decide that. Let's get you in your room and talk." His heart broke seeing Johnny like that, and he knew whatever it was, he would fix it for him.

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barbies1shots · 3 days

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frennn do toxic ex husband or boyfriend sukuna😍😩

i gotchu girl , lemme try my best . jus kno that this will be triggering for some peope . also , if you kno anyone who is in any type of this relationship , get them some help . this is lowkey long too :/

☆ - TOXIC themes , mentions of murder , mentions of cannibalism , mentions of suicide , mentions of stalking , abuse , NON-CON , attempting at manipulation , idc how big you are sukuna is bigger , dacryphilia , exhibitionism , overstimulation , somnophilia , reader tries her best to stick up for herself , pet names , ruining of careers , doggy , chokehold , (please lmk if theres stuff i should add .)

read at your own risk .

exboyfriend!sukuna who sees you hang with a another man. sees you smile when he makes a bitch ass joke.

exboyfriend!sukuna who seethes in complete anger after he followed the both of you home. he rembered the address and noticed it was yours. he lost it once you moved and changed states.

exboyfriend!sukuna who sees the man leans down and give you a kiss. and that kiss soon turns into a heated kissing session.

exboyfriend!sukuna who palms himself behind his trousers as he saw the man squeeze your ass.

exboyfriend!sukuna who follows you home and pins you against the door with his massive frame as you were putting your keys in the door.

exboyfriend!sukuna who slaps you after you screamed at him that you'll call the cops.

"We broke up for a damn reason! Get the hell away from me you psycho! Get off me- get your hands off me!"

exboyfriend!sukuna who immediately apologizes with little to no regret in his small red eyes.

exboyfriend!sukuna who forces his lips against yours to shut your screaming up. he has your eyes rolls into the back of your head and making it drowsy from the lack of air.

exboyfriend!sukuna who sneaks a hand into yours and takes the keys from you and unlocks your door. he shoves you into your own apartment and presses you against the door.

"you understand why im here, right?"

exboyfriend!sukuna whispered into your ear as he said hes always love you despite the arguments and the abuse.

exboyfriend!sukuna who says hes incredibly sorry and that hell never do it again.

exboyfriend!sukuna who says that you are the only woman for him, who presses his large head into your neck to kiss you. he marks you up as his hands wander under your shirt, into your waistband of your pants.

exboyfriend!sukuna who strips you out of your clothes with little to no care if you want to be naked infront of him or not.

exboyfriend!sukuna who smirks widly once you came to your senses and slapped him before screaming in his face again.

"Didnt I fucking tell you to leave me the hell alone?! I dont want anything to do with you, Ryomen! you keep hurting me and i want something happy!

"i want xxxx"

exboyfriend!sukuna who immediately slaps a hand over your mouth once you said that mans name.

exboyfriend!sukuna who threatens to chop the mans head off and feed you his remains.

exboyfriend!sukuna who smiles once he knows that you wont try anything.

exboyfriend!sukuna who then resumes taking the rest of your clothes off, leaving you in just your socks.

"you want this right, baby? you dont want your little boy toy to die, do you mama?"

exboyfriend!sukuna murmured into your ear as he picked you up and and sat you gently on your own bed.

exboyfriend!sukuna who catches your ankle in a searing grip once you tried to crawl away from him. your ankle immediately flammed and became swollen.

exboyfriend!sukuna who pressed his crotch into your ass once he flipped you around and ran his large hands up and down your back, thinking of where to put the tattoo of his name.

exboyfriend!sukuna who picks up your legs and bends you into a mean arch, ignoring your pleas at it hurting.

exboyfriend!sukuna who eats it from the back, rough tongue setting pace on everything on there.

exboyfriend!sukuna who laughs widly as you came on his tongue, making everything 10x dirtier, messy and wet. just how he likes it

exboyfriend!sukuna who continues to tongue fuck you and adds his 3 thick fingers to your hole to plunge them in, smirking when hes met with little to no resistance.

exboyfriend!sukuna who watches your thick thighs tremble as you are overcome by immense pleasure.

"you know how i like it, baby- weve been doing it for years. Remember, ma? remember we would come home and be all over each other? and you went and fucking throw it all the fuck away!"

exboyfriend!sukuna who pins your arms behind your back as you tried to run from him pressing his dick into your hole.

"you cant run from it."

exboyfriend!sukuna who slams himself in you without any mercy. he groans out with a smile as he feels you whine, cry and drip all over him.

exboyfriend!sukuna who makes you cum once again on his thick dick, making a mess on his thighs and your bed and throws an arm around your neck, tightening untill your put into a headlock against his chest.

exboyfriend!sukuna who doesnt give up on your cunt and doesnt respond to your attempts to tap out.

exboyfriend!sukuna who only stops once he sees your phone ringing, seeing its a FaceTime request from that.. man.

exboyfriend!sukuna who smiles widely at this and pushes your head back into the pillows, pulling your back into that deep, mean arch and accepts the call.

exboyfriend!sukuna who turns the camera around and points it at your gushing cunt and sweat ridden back.

"who are you?! (name)?! (name) what is this!?"

exboyfriend!sukuna he begins to pound into you extra hard this time. he breathes out heavy moans and small whimpers. he makes sure the phone mic picks up on his and your moans and whimpers.

exboyfriend!sukuna who cums deeply into your sloppy cunt, pulling out and showing the camera the mess hes made. showing the man on the other side, who his bitch is.

exboyfriend!sukuna who grips your hair, only to see you passed the fuck out and laughs crudely at that, he pulls your head back and shows the camera your tear ridden and wet face.

exboyfriend!sukuna who tells the man on the other side that (y/n) is his whether she likes it or not. that no one will want her once hes done with her but him.

exboyfriend!sukuna who runs his hands over your ass and pulling the cheeks apart and takes a picture to post online, immediately getting views and shattering whatever career you had.

exboyfriend!sukuna who shatters your phone after and sits back on his haunches, watching the way your body twitches and skin bubbles up with goosebumbs from the sudden cold.

exboyfriend!sukuna who continues to stare, even as you scream and throw things at him once you woke up and figured what he did.

exboyfriend!sukuna who tackles you and chokes you out against the floor after he pushed you off the bed.

"leave me again, i dare you, baby."

toxic sukuna will always have a small place in my heart , though- once again- please know that this is NOT healthy and to help yourself/others if you/they are in any type of toxic relationship .

- aizawas BARB !

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #toxic relationship #toxic sukuna #sukuna x black reader #exboyfriend sukuna #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader #sukuna being the usual asshole #sukuna #sukuna x y/n

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junrenjun · 3 days

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Gone

alpha!wonwoo x beta!reader (mentioned ot13 x reader)

genre: angst, fluff (wow are we sensing a trend here?)

wc: 1897

warnings: mentions of arguments, implications of violence (jokingly), slightly suggestive at the end, polyamory

summary: wonwoo and the pack return to the apartment after practice to a sulking seungcheol and a missing y/n.

a/n: here's wonwoo's part! you can start to see some hints of reader and the pack's past, especially with wonwoo and seungcheol. enjoy :)

Wonwoo was, to put it quite plainly, tired. Exhausted even. Today’s schedule had them learning two completely new dances and his brain kept getting them mixed up. Don’t get him wrong, he loves the performance unit and respects their choreographers, but they might have been a little in over their heads.

As they finished the last hour of rehearsal, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the clock. He was counting down the minutes until he could go home and bask in the presence of his beta. Maybe it was due to the fact that Wonwoo’s rut was set to hit within the next few weeks, but he felt the need to be around you 24/7. To the point where you told him that he was becoming a “grade A clinger.” He couldn’t quite bring himself to care though, you were taking the affection in stride. It was a clear improvement from when he first integrated you into the pack.

The alpha shook his head to bring him back to the present, right as the choreographers finally cleared the group to head home for the day. Wonwoo doesn’t think he’s ever packed his practice bag faster. Vernon seems to take notice of this. “You good bro?”

Wonwoo doesn’t even look up as he shoves a hoodie over his head. “Yeah, I just can’t wait to get home.”

He sees Vernon’s lips curl into a smirk from the corner of his eye. “So you can whisk y/n away to your room and keep her to yourself for the night? The rest of us would like a little time too. Nice sweatshirt by the way.”

A scent that is clearly not his own invades his senses. He looks down and curses. This hoodie is definitely not his. How did Mingyu’s sweatshirt even get into his bag in the first place? Remembering Vernon’s first comment, Wonwoo finally looks up at his packmate. “I don’t steal her.”

Vernon snorts and mumbles out a “whatever you say dude,” before turning on his heel to go bother Seungkwan. Shocker. Wonwoo resists the urge to roll his eyes. His packmate’s words start to take effect though because he’s pulling out his phone and texting you.

“You can tell me if my clinginess gets too much you know? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or steal you away from the rest of the pack.”

He sends the message before shoving his phone in his (Mingyu’s) pocket. The rest of the pack is slowly making their way to the door, so he follows suit. As they sluggishly head to the vans, he observes his mates. Junhui and Minghao are conversing in Mandarin, Vernon has his arm over Seungkwan’s shoulder and is attached to him like a leech, and Jeonghan is typing away on his phone.

He feels his own phone ping in his pocket and rushes to grab it, hoping you had responded. He deflates when he realizes it’s just Jeonghan, who must have been texting the group chat when he looked over.

“Getting Japanese for dinner. If you want something, say what you want now or forever hold your peace.”

The group chat instantly explodes with everyone’s orders. Wonwoo quickly sends what he wants but frowns when he realizes neither you nor Seungcheol have responded. He tries to brush it off but it’s difficult. He knows that your phone barely leaves your side.

He purposefully climbs into the seat next to Jeonghan when they get into the van. The omega raises a questioning eyebrow at him. He knows that Wonwoo prefers sitting by Jun and Minghao on the way home after a long day. It is usually the quietest after all.

“What’s wrong?” Jeonghan finally questions.

Wonwoo bites his lip. He’s really questioning himself now that he has to voice his concerns out loud. Is he being overdramatic? Is this just him being a clingy alpha in almost pre-rut? Might as well just get it out he supposes. He knows the pack omega won’t make fun of him. “Have you heard from y/n? I texted her earlier and she hasn’t responded. And then you asked for everyone’s dinner orders and she and Cheol didn’t respond.”

The alpha perks up when Jeonghan responds. “I was kind of worried too. I texted him like 30 minutes ago asking what he wanted for dinner. Never responded so I just decided on the Japanese place he likes. I figured he was sleeping or something, I don’t know. It’s weird that y/n hasn’t responded yet though.”

The omega doesn’t even finish what he’s saying before Wonwoo is clicking your contact and calling you. The phone rings for what feels like an eternity. And then, he hears your voicemail greeting. Fuck, something is wrong. He can feel it.

Jeonghan feels Wonwoo’s uneasiness from his side. He reaches out and runs his hand through the alpha’s hair, murmuring something about how it’s only a few minutes until they get home and that they would figure it out together. Wonwoo isn’t sure he’s actually going to survive these next few minutes without imploding, though.

After the longest 5 minutes of his life, Wonwoo yanks the van door open and races to the pack’s apartment. He’s slightly comforted by his pack omega’s presence hot on his heels. At least he knows he’s not a delusional, overbearing alpha for worrying like this. Jeonghan steps in front of him to unlock the front door and Wonwoo releases an audible whine. Your scent hits him like a truck and it smells like stress. You’re distressed and he’s not there to calm you down. What a horrible, terrible alpha his mind tells him.

He and Jeonghan step into the entrance, the rest of the pack finally catching up and throwing questioning shouts into the air. Wonwoo immediately goes to search for you when his mate throws his arm out to stop him. “She’s not here hyung.”

Wonwoo’s eyes practically bulge out of his skull. “What do you mean?”

The omega points to the shoe rack by the door. Your shoes are gone, and in their spot, sit your usual house slippers. Seungcheol’s, however, sit undisturbed. Jeonghan turns and heads straight for the pack alpha’s room, leaving Wonwoo to fend for himself when the pack immediately begins to question him.

The alpha offers no response, sitting down at the kitchen table and sending a location request to your phone, hoping and praying you send something back. The others seem to take the hint and disperse until everything works out. He hears Jeonghan call out to him from Seungcheol’s room. “I don’t think he knows where y/n is at.”

Wonwoo sighs. “I just requested her location. I’m hoping that she has her phone on her and can respond. If not, I’m not sure what to do.”

Jeonghan responds. “Well she’s always on that damn phone, so hopefully she’ll send her location back soon enough.”

The scent of angry alpha lingering in the kitchen has Wonwoo freezing in his tracks as he catches a whiff. It’s not just angry alpha, it’s angry Seungcheol. Something definitely happened between you two. Knowing his stubborn pack alpha, some sort of argument.

Wonwoo wanted to scream at Seungcheol. Let him hear every nasty word that comes to mind. But he couldn’t. Not when you were unaccounted for, and, based on the silence coming from his room, the alpha is already beating himself up over whatever happened.

The sound of a text notification rouses him from his thoughts. You had finally responded with your location. Wonwoo can’t help but slap himself on the forehead when he sees where you’re at. Of course you’re at the cafe that you first met him and Seungcheol at.

He’s quick to rush to the door, grabbing an extra coat as he knows you probably didn’t grab one for yourself. He forwards your location to Jeonghan and is taking the stairs two at a time down to the street level.

The wind is bitterly cold, but at this point, Wonwoo doesn’t think he can really feel it. Though he does sigh in relief when he steps through the entrance of the cafe. Whether that be because of the warmth or because he’s spotted you near the back, at a table he remembers all too well. You’re lying your emotions out for him to see without even saying anything.

He walks right up to you and hands you the coat (which he now mistakenly realizes is Seungcheol’s) without a word. You take it from him, putting it on regardless of the owner’s scent, and get up to leave. The silence is heavy as you walk back to the apartment. He’ll take your silence over your absence any day though.

Eventually, you slow down and give Wonwoo’s hand a squeeze to signal him to stop walking. He pulls you off to the side and out of the way of the other pedestrians. “What’s wrong?” he questions after a moment.

You look at him from between your lashes. His heart sinks a bit. “Why can’t I do the one thing my subgender was made to do?”

He’s taken aback. “What are you even talking about?”

You look away from him shamefully. “A beta is supposed to be the neutral party in a pack. Someone who can resolve problems or whatever. I feel like all I do is cause problems.”

This is odd coming from y/n “fuck subgender stereotypes” of the Choi pack, which is probably the most unconventional pack to walk this planet. You’re not one to care for comparing someone’s behavior to their designation.

He sighs when he remembers that an argument between you and Seungcheol is most likely the reason this whole ordeal happened in the first place. “If Cheol made you feel like this I’m going to bash his skull in.”

Wonwoo could’ve caught the eye roll you gave him from a mile away. “That’s a great idea Woo. Murdering your pack alpha.”

Curse you for your defense mechanism being sarcasm. “I’m just saying. And the rest of the pack would probably back me up too.”

Another eye roll. He thinks your eyes are going to get permanently stuck if you keep that up. His sassy little beta, a small voice says in the back of his brain. Ok, his rut is definitely coming early if those are thoughts he’s getting while having a serious conversation.

While he’s trying to clear that thought from his head, you tug on his hand and starting leading him back to the apartment. You can feel his quizzical stare, so you turn around and say, “come on Woo, I’ve got a pack alpha to apologize to. Then maybe you won’t bash his skull in.”

It’s his turn to roll his eyes and groan. Yeah, you’re definitely the one causing problems like you claimed a minute ago. Damn, your sarcasm is really rubbing off on him.

You turn around again and do a double take at the sweatshirt he has on. You look up with a practically shit eating grin. “Nice hoodie by the way.” He’s going to have to have a talk with you about planting his packmates' clothes in his bag. You’re probably doing it so he smells like pack. Little minx. Damn, he really needs to get laid because what is going on with these dirty thoughts.

#wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #svt #svt x reader #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #understand series #seventeen #seventeen imagine #svt imagine #wonwoo imagine #jeon wonwoo imagine #a/b/o

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hyuny-bunny · 1 day

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camgirl!reader x skz (OT8)

moodboard, character inspo, settting ideas, just a post for the imagery that comes to mind when i'm writing.

NSFW

MDNI (18+) this is nsfw work in progress, this post has suggestive ideas AND with works of (18+) content below the cut.

authors note/ update: read the prologue here !

camgirl!reader has always been interested in sex work! her roomate, sana, is the one who really brings into the sex work industry. she invites reader to join her and her girlfriend on a live stream one night. concealing her identity with a masquerade mask at first

camgirl!reader works at a restaurant as a waitress, barely scrapping by on the tips she makes. when sana introduces her to the camgirl world, reader really sees the true advantage and beauty of the industry. the sex is fun and the money is even better.

camgirl!reader has only ever confided in sana with her double life style. she can't help but feel anxious at the idea of her work friends, or even worse, her crush on head chief, Minho, finding out. it didn't matter to her that almost everyone knew that sana had a stream, she was terrified of how people would look at her.

little did she know, two of the younger servers already knew her secret. seungmin + jeongin always had their own little crush on her but would never think to expose her that way if she didn't want to share her hobby/2nd job ! of course it didn't stop them from telling their tightly knit friend group that included, minho. of course the other half of their group didn't even know who reader was since they worked in cafe down the street from the restaurant but they definitely knew her camgirl channel well.

it's not that minho didn't care though, he just didn't believe it. he thought the camgirl just looked insanely good and had a very similar look to you but not you exactly. maybe a part of him felt guilty at the thought of how many times he'd had jerked himself off watching this camgirl while thinking of you. only to then turn around the next morning and make flirty passes at you every time you came by the kitchen.

camgirl!readers streaming room

moodboard for readers cam room

reader likes the coquette hyper fem persona for her cam girl alter ego. it's not something she normally would wear for everyday life but there's something thrilling about saving this kind of look for sex work activities. it gives reader the confidence boost she needs to wear such cute and frilly lingerie. she'll often switch up her looks for darker more sultry colors depending on what type of mood she's in, after all she's a switch!! she can't stay conformed to only one look but the room will mainly keep this energy.

readers wardrobe outside of the stream!

this style is not indicative of any physical attributions that reader has. these are just wardrobe inspired clothes! reader has more relaxed "cool girl" inspired sense of fashion opting for baggier or looser fitting jeans with grey knit sweaters paired with docs or loafers. occasionally switching out jeans for skirts and or even a cute black babydoll dress.

her style is often most noted by jeongin, he loves the look almost idealizing in his head what his dream girl dresses like

readers neighborhood + apt visuals

you apartment is on the 2nd floor of this building. sharing a floor with jeongin + seungmin, on the floor above you is chan + changbin + jisung, and on the first floor just below you is felix + hyunjin + minho.

let's just say you put a lot of effort into how you sound proof your camera with layers of carpet and sound proof foam lining the wall with foam pieces to mute as much as you can after receiving a note about being a little too loud.

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augustjustice · 3 days

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That Healing Touch

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They stand in the Mayfield’s darkened living room, all looking at each other like they can’t quite conjure up the words for their next move. Eddie rubs a hand over his head, eyes darting away from the gazes of the others, just barely managing to bite off another Jesus Christ by digging his teeth into his bottom lip.

They can’t be certain where Mrs. Mayfield is. Maybe she’s been cleared out because of the hellscape currently seeping through Eddie’s trailer ceiling, like he assumes Uncle Wayne has. Maybe–she’s out for some other reason. The pinched expression on Little Red’s face suggests that wouldn’t be all too uncommon, for her mother not to come home in the night.

Eddie knows that song and dance well enough from his own youth.

All they can do is hope for the best–that she doesn’t show up. Eddie isn’t sure what they’ll do then, but he’s gotten pretty damn good at this whole running thing, bitter as he is about it.

“We should try to get some sleep,” Nancy finally breaks the silence, clipped and authoritative, like she hadn't just been dragged through a landscape of nightmares by Vecna’s own design.

After Chrissy, and then Patrick, Nancy makes the third time Eddie’s seen it, a pair of eyes glazing over, ghostly white. As shaken up as it’s left him every time just to see it from the outside looking in, he can barely understand how Wheeler is still on her feet, isn’t just a quivering mess in the corner somewhere, like he imagines he would be. Full of surprises is a fucking understatement, at this point.

“Nance–” Steve starts, one arm stretching out towards her, the worry on his face transparent.

“I’ll be okay, Steve,” she takes a step away from him, putting distance between them.

From the thin line of her mouth, Eddie gets the sense that any comfort offered might make her reach her breaking point. Steve must feel it too, because he drops his hands as though in surrender.

“Just…” Nancy sighs, steadying herself, “we won’t be any help at all if we’re all too exhausted to function.”

“You heard the lady,” Robin gives a wobbly, uncertain smile, “she’s in charge, after all.”

She pulls out that old adage, like it’s a well worn joke. Eddie has the good grace not to call her out on it, doesn’t quite drawl out a sarcastic That’s not what you said in the boat, but it’s a close call.

Steve’s eyes dart back and forth between them, lingering on Robin, the pair of them managing some kind of silent communication through nothing but frowns and eyebrow twitches.

“Alright, alright,” he finally agrees, however reluctantly, giving a defeated nod. “I mean, you’re not wrong on the sleep thing. Not like we can play our best game when we’re totally out of it, after all.”

There’s something in his tone, the way his gaze flits briefly to the kids and then catches Eddie’s own, that reminds him of that moment right before launching off the bank out into Lover’s Lake. Steve’s being glib, casual, the way Eddie had been when he’d refused to let Dustin get on the boat with them, the four older teens all playing along with an unspoken plan. He’s trying so desperately to seem perfectly normal for the four munchkins currently in the room with them.

Eddie barely understands how any of the kids are holding their shit together as well as they already are, especially when he feels like he’s about to shake apart himself at any second. But behind the brave faces, he can see it, the exhaustion beginning to settle, making them look older than they have any right to.

The least he can do is play along.

“Not the sports metaphors, Harrington,” Eddie sighs, long and loud, as he sways into Steve’s space, grin too bright. “Please, be merciful, there are nerds present.”

“Yeah, well, when aren’t there?” Steve asks, low and dry. He bumps his shoulder against Eddie’s, gratitude obvious.

“I am not a nerd!” Erica protests loudly.

“You’re joking, right?” Dustin rolls his eyes. “We’ve been over this, Erica Sinclair. You are as nerdy as they come.”

It’s a little uncanny, because the amused but fond look Dustin pins her with almost perfectly mirrors the way Eddie has seen Steve look at Dustin himself, the way Eddie suspects he also sometimes looks at the kid.

“Plus, some of us? Are jocks and nerds, thank you very much,” Lucas says, swiveling around to Erica’s other side and shooting her a pointed look.

“Yeah, turns out Lucas isn’t too cool for the rest of us,” Max teases, eyes crinkling at the corners as she knocks her shoulder into his.

“That’s true,” Erica agrees, hands on her hips in a way that reminds Eddie, hysterically enough, of Harrington. “You’ve always been the one who’s way too cool for my brother, not the other way around.”

As their bickering continues, Steve catches Eddie’s eyes again, mouthing a quick Thank you while they’re all too distracted to see.

Nancy and Robin both look a little heartened, too, by the familiar sounds of the kids arguing, their rigid edges softening.

“Nine has long since past, so you know what that means–time for bed, kiddos!” Robin interrupts the petty squabbling before it gets entirely out of their control, starting to corral them back on track.

Several groans ring out, but Steve cuts them off with a quick clap of his hands, jumping in right where she left off, their rhythm as fluid as a well-oiled machine.

“Yeah, yeah,” he makes a motioning gesture with one hand, the other firmly planted on his hip, “Come on, you knuckleheads, and get a move on.”

The combined force of Robin and Steve seems, miraculously, to be enough, the younger four members of their little monster-fighting brigade getting into gear to set up their various sleeping arrangements, even as they grumble about it.

“Robin, you’re with me,” Nancy declares simply before turning on her heel and marching from the living room.

Eddie catches the subtle look Steve and Robin share again.

“Better somebody stick close by Nance after…everything,” Steve says quietly, the tightness of his voice making it clear he’s still a bit shaken up.

“I’ve got her,” Robin assures him, giving Steve’s arm a quick squeeze at his grateful nod.

Max clears her throat, then, drawing Eddie’s attention away from the pair as they hunch their heads together and head out of the room, still talking in soft voices.

“Erica can stay in my room. There are sheets and shit in the hall closet for the rest of you,” she directs.

Eddie nods, following her and ignoring the heated game of rock-paper-scissors that’s broken out between Dustin and Lucas to determine which of them is going to claim the couch. As they make their way down the hall, they pass what must be Mrs. Mayfield’s room, catching a quick glimpse of Nancy and Robin beginning to quietly settle in for the night.

Max stops in front of a wooden door, shorter in width than the rest, and yanks it open roughly.

With a dismissive wave of her hand, she gestures at the contents inside for Eddie to see.

“Whatever you guys need, take it.” The words are brusque, a cover for the generosity of her statement, the ease with which she’s letting them all into her space, into her home. He’s noticed it to varying degrees with all of them–it feels transparent how much they know and trust each other, the way they’re willing to give up nearly anything to help the others, to help with this entire life-risking hero’s quest they’ve put themselves on.

But Eddie’s the outsider, here, not a member of their little party, the odd man out. So it still feels like he should be especially grateful, every time they extend that willingness to give whatever they’ve got to try and help him.

“Sure thing. Thanks, Red.”

“Night, Eddie,” she murmurs, back already to him, quiet enough he almost doesn’t catch it.

He’s turning to retreat back to the living room, blankets piled up in his arms, when a voice behind him stops him in his tracks.

"Psst! Eddie! Hey, Eddie!" Steve calls at a stage whisper from down the hall, reminiscent of the way he'd called after him in the Upside Down. When Eddie catches his eye, Steve motions with one hand for him to follow. "C'mere."

Eddie drops the stack back in the closet for now and dutifully makes his way towards Steve.

“Yeah, dude. What’s going on?”

Grabbing onto a loose fistful of Eddie’s leather jacket, Steve tugs him into the bathroom in one quick motion, and then shuts the door behind him with a click.

Eddie tries fervently to ignore the thrill that goes up his spine at being manhandled by Harrington.

It shouldn’t come as all that much of a surprise, really, that Steve’s capable of it. Eddie might not know shit about sports, but he did know that Steve was on, like, pretty much every team known to Hawkins back when he was in school. So, of course he can tug Eddie around like a floppy-armed ragdoll.

That said–Steve seems winded from the exertion, after he does it, leaning back to basically slump against the bathroom door. The move serves as a reminder that he’s a little worse for wear, at the moment, despite the fact that he definitely hadn’t showed it earlier. Not while he was busy running around the world hidden beneath their feet.

“Harrington, seriously, man–you doing okay?” Eddie asks, wincing slightly in sympathy pains even as he tries to keep his tone light, conversational.

“Just–give me like…one second here,” Steve holds up a finger for emphasis, the fact that his breathing is still clearly labored not doing much to soothe Eddie’s nerves.

But he does as Steve asks, taking a moment to drink in the sight of him–a check in with absolutely no subconscious ulterior motive, thank you very much.

And, well–Steve is a far cry from the pristine, preppy visage Eddie had gotten used to seeing swaggering around the halls of Hawkins High in his perfectly pressed jeans and popped collar polos. Here, in the lowlighting of the Mayfields’ bathroom, he’s bare-chested–apart from Eddie’s battle vest still slung over his shoulders–skin smudged with Upside Down soot, his sides mottled with angry crimson gashes where the bats had dragged him across rocky ground.

That famous hair of his is still somehow swooping perfectly into place, though. Annoyingly enough, and as fucked up as it probably is…Eddie thinks he manages to be mouth-wateringly hot regardless, whether he’s totally polished under the high school’s harsh fluorescents or mussed and panting beneath the dim orange glow of the single working lightbulb currently flickering above the sink.

He’s gotta admit, though, in his fantasies of Steve Harrington cornering him alone in a bathroom–of which there had been none, obviously, because that would be ridiculous, not to mention colossally stupid–approximately zero of them had panned out like this.

Especially when the next words out of Steve’s mouth are a hurried, “Eddie, man, you, uh–think you can change this bandage for me?”

Eddie's eyes dart down to the scrap of Wheeler’s shirt wrapped around Harrington’s middle, the darkened stain of rust colored blood coating it–and, yeah, shit. Definitely makes sense now, why Steve dragged him in here.

“I’d ask Robin,” Steve is saying, “but, dude, you saw how she got about the rabies, and I really don’t wanna freak her out more than she already is. And Nance–well, after the shit she already went through tonight, I’m not gonna put this on her too. There’s Henderson or Sinclair, I guess, but–”

Steve bites at his bottom lip. And, sure, Eddie’s never been great in school, but he likes to think he can read people pretty well. It doesn’t exactly take a rocket scientis to put the pieces together, especially after the little show they’d put on in the living room–Steve doesn’t want the kids to realize just how badly he’s hurt, and clearly he doesn’t want to burden the girls, either.

Eddie wonders exactly how he should feel about the fact that Harrington’s singled him out as the one he’s willing to let carry some of the responsibility currently weighing on his own broad, more than capable shoulders…and decides to take it as a compliment.

“Harrington,” Eddie cuts him off by clapping a hand gently to his arm, meant to be reassuring, “you don’t have to sell me on it, man. I’ll do it. Happy to help.”

“Oh, okay…good,” Steve’s shoulders slump, like he was expecting to have to put up some kind of a fight. He catches Eddie’s eyes, giving him a quick, almost uncertain half-smile. “That’s–thanks, man.”

Steve moves around him, then, allowing himself to collapse into a sitting position atop the closed toilet with a pained wince.

“Don’t mention it. Uh,” Eddie spins around once in the small space of the bathroom, searching, “has Little Red got…alcohol pads, gauze, shit like that?”

“Under the sink,” Steve pants, one hand clasped against his side, “second door.”

That one simple sentence from Steve is enough to paint a picture in full. Steve’s been in the Mayfields’ trailer. He’s been in it enough times he knows where things like the first aid kit are kept.

Eddie squats down, ducking his head below the counter–and spots it immediately, the slender first aid kit, exactly where Steve had said it would be.

And, sure, Eddie had at least been aware that Steve knew his mouthy little red-headed neighbor. Dustin and the other boys had often regaled him, disbelieving as he might have been, with tales of their incredibly cool babysitter, the former King of Hawkins High. Eddie had even seen Harrington’s infamous BMW parked over here a few times, a sight so surreal he couldn’t help but register it.

But, still–there’s a difference in knowing abstractly and actually seeing the familiarity between Steve and the kids in words and gestures, his importance in their lives taking concrete, undeniable shape.

Like Eddie had told him while they trekked across the woods in the Upside Down–the Steve Harrington of reality? Is nothing like the one he’d pictured all those years they’d shared space in the same halls and classes.

“Seems like you know the lay of the land pretty well,” he can’t help but comment as he tilts his head toward the cabinet.

“Yeah, well, Mayfield wipes out on her skateboard a lot.” Eyes widening, as though he just realized what he said, Steve points in Eddie’s direction. “Don’t tell her I said that.”

Eddie shoots Steve a toothy grin. “You scared of a fourteen year old girl, Harrington?”

“Absolutely,” the corner of Steve’s mouth quirks up into a half smile, “and if you know what’s good for you, you will be, too.”

“Trust me, man–I’ve got a healthy respect for Red’s fearsomeness. Even if I think she’s totally a lot softer than she lets on.”

Steve shakes his head, giving him a rueful smile. “You’re not wrong there.”

Popping open the kit, Eddie surveys their supplies. There’s an assortment of things inside, including an array of bandages in a variety of sizes alongside gauze, scissors, and hospital tape.

“Jackpot.”

Eddie holds up an alcohol wipe, shaking the little white package triumphantly.

“Great,” Steve agrees, though he sounds ragged, eyelids fluttering shut for a brief moment as he sucks in a sharp breath.

“You need me to,” Eddie tilts his chin towards the scrap of fabric wrapped around Steve’s middle, “undo that for you?”

“...Could you?” Steve asks, a flash of hesitance and uncertainty crossing his face.

Eddie isn’t sure if Steve really thinks he might refuse, that he’s overstepping some kind of boundary by asking, or if it’s just costing him immensely to admit he needs the help.

“‘Course I will, man. Absolutely. Said I’d help, didn’t I?”

Steve nods, then stands up, reaching out and gripping the bathroom sink briefly in order to steady himself.

Once he’s up, Steve shrugs out of Eddie’s battle vest. The move puts himself–and that thick pelt of his chest hair over firm pecs, the hard planes of his stomach just above Nancy’s makeshift bandage–on full display…revealing the very physique Eddie had been desperately trying to get him to cover up by tossing him the vest in the first place.

Eddie tries his damnedest not to ogle Harrington’s body too obviously, reminding himself of Steve’s wounds, of the task at hand. The task in which he’ll have to get up close and personal with Steve’s bare stomach.

Jesus Christ. Maybe he’s still in Hell, and climbing out of that impossible, gravity-defying hole in the trailer’s ceiling had actually all been part of some elaborate fantasy.

Eddie squats down in front of Steve, putting himself on eye level with his stomach. He shouldn’t be glad for the stain coating that strip of white fabric, the reminder of blood–he’s not, really, obviously he’s not–but he’s not mad about the fact that the sight is helping his boner just…calm the fuck down. Because now is absolutely not the time, but the wires in his brain can’t help crossing, taking very interested note of the fact that he’s all but kneeling in front of Steve fucking Harrington on a dingy bathroom floor.

As Eddie reaches out for the makeshift bandage, he braces one hand on Steve’s hip to steady himself, his fingers grazing against the unmarred skin just below his wound. That initial brush is enough to have Steve sucking in a sharp breath.

“That hurt?” Eddie asks, spooked as he blinks up at Steve worriedly.

“All good, dude,” Steve shakes his head in answer before tilting it up to the ceiling, hands settling on top of his head.

He grips at his own hair tightly, mussing those luscious waves with the force of his tugs. The move is enough to have Eddie seriously doubting the truth of his denial. He’s got a feeling trying to argue the point, however, would get him absolutely nowhere.

“Just keep going.”

So Eddie does, unwinding the fabric in slow, careful movements, tongue poking unconsciously out from between his lips as he pours all his focus into the task at hand.

He’s just managed to get off the first layer when Steve’s body gives a subtle shift, the only warning Eddie gets before the other boy sways on his feet.

The pair of them let out an alarmed Shit! in unison just before Eddie catches Steve around the waist, careful not to press against his injuries.

“Dude! Holy shit, be careful!” he chides sternly. “You’re not gonna be a damn bit of good to any of us if you collapse on the floor and conk your head on the side of the tub or some shit.”

Steve lets out a humorless laugh.

“And what exactly am I supposed to do about that, Eddie?” he asks, sarcasm on full blast as he gestures weakly to his belly, body still pressed close in Eddie’s arms. “Not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m not, like…exactly at full fighting shape here.”

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about, man. Look around,” he thrusts out his free hand in exasperation at the empty bathroom. “It’s just you and me in here. So you can give up the heroic, stiff upper lip shtick for a minute, and just–I don’t know, hold onto my shoulder, or something. Jesus Christ, Harrington, scare a guy to death, why don’t you.”

Steve lets out a huff, but Eddie’s pleased to feel his body loosening beneath his touch, the line of his shoulders no longer so taut and rigid like he’s a warrior who’s about to be called right back onto the battlefield.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay, you’re right, you’re right.”

“No shit I am, Harrington,” Eddie reaches over and bops him lightly on the end of the nose, “and don’t you forget it.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“Uh-huh. No one likes a smart ass, Eds.”

But Eddie can see the way the corner of his mouth quirks up into a private half smile.

They untangle themselves then, resuming their prior positions. Miraculously, Steve does as instructed, settling a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, large palm warm enough Eddie can feel the heat radiating even through his leather jacket. He really hopes that’s not a sign Steve’s running some kind of infection induced fever.

So Eddie returns to the task at hand, peeling back the last scraps of Wheeler’s shirt, he and Steve grimacing in unison at the way it tries to stick steadfast to his skin.

With the wound finally free, Eddie hisses in sympathy as his eyes dart all over the bite marks beginning to scab across Steve’s stomach. They look raw and angry, bright red where all the skin has been scraped off or gnawed through. He’s seen his fair share of cuts and bruises, from brawls at the Hideout to scuffles at school, but nothing quite like this.

"Shit, man. We could really use a Healer right about now."

Steve lets out a wry little noise of agreement, understanding enough.

“Guess that’s gotta be you, Munson,” he says, giving Eddie a jocular, almost apologetic pat on the shoulder.

Eddie can’t stop himself from shaking his head, because Christ, this guy–all heroic, death-defying stunts and sarcastic comebacks one minute, and then big, sympathetic puppy dog eyes the next. He kinda can’t believe he’s even real, let alone that this is what the Steve Harrington is like.

Scrambling to cover up how awe-stricken he’s suddenly feeling, Eddie shoots Steve a smirk as he quips, "Admit it, Harrington. You just wanna see how I'd look in the skirt."

Idiot, Eddie mentally berates himself, posture stiffening the second the words leave his mouth. Just because you’re a sixth year senior, that’s no excuse to be a fucking moron, do not flirt with the former jock King of Hawkins High.

After all, just because he's hurt…that doesn't mean he couldn't break Eddie clean in half if he wanted to, and flirting with a straight guy is practically a one-way ticket to just that.

So shock hits Eddie with all the force of an ice cold bucket of water dumped over his head when Steve simply huffs out a laugh, good-natured.

"You caught me," he sticks up his hands, like he's surrendering in a hold-up. "That's been my real plan all along."

For once, Eddie’s too flustered to speak, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he feels the distinct heat from a blush spreading up his neck, splotching his face and ears.

There’s a playful glint in Steve’s eyes, then, like he smells blood in the water. It’s nice, after everything that’s happened this evening, to see them shine with something other than the foggy glaze of pain.

“Oh, seriously, did I catch you off guard with that one for a change?” Steve leans a little closer into Eddie’s space, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a half-smirk. “What is it, Munson, cat got your tongue?”

Eddie finally recovers enough to shake his head and quip, “Can’t turn off that infamous Harrington charm for even a second, can you, Stevie? Bleeding all over the place, and you’ve still got it.”

“Well, how do you think I get all the nurses at Hawkins General to take such good care of me when I end up there?” Steve shoots him a wink, being distressingly glib, in Eddie’s humble opinion, about the multiple trips to the ER he’s apparently got under his belt. “A little charm goes a long way, Eds.”

Eddie snorts. “Yeah, so they tell me.”

“Come on, man,” Steve waves a dismissive hand at him. “You’d know all about it.”

Embarrassingly enough, the mere suggestion that Steve Harrington finds him charming makes Eddie’s cheeks go even pinker.

He clears his throat, soldiering on quite valiantly, if you ask him.

“Well, uh…Nurse Munson’s on duty tonight, and, in my totally accurate medical opinion, we need to get those scrapes cleaned up asap, big boy. No more dalliances,” Eddie wags a finger in his face, “and then I’ll think about letting you earn back your lollipop at the end.”

Steve laughs again. “Yeah, well, no way in hell I’m gonna miss out on that.”

But he stills dutifully, like he really is serious about being the model patient, earning back his treat.

As he starts tearing open the alcohol pad, prepping for the next part, Eddie can’t help but shoot him a sympathetic look.

“Harrington–sorry, dude. This is probably gonna sting like a bitch.”

Steve’s grip, where his hand has settled back on Eddie’s shoulder, tightens, but Eddie refuses to shrug him away. As Steve nods his head, Eddie can see the way he’s clenching his teeth.

“Just…try to make it quick, yeah? Lickety split.”

Eddie’s lips twitch in amusement from the dorky turn of phrase, yet another layer to Steve Harrington he finds irresistibly endearing.

But he promises just the same. “You got it. Fast as lighting, that’s me.”

Keeping his swipes gentle, Eddie begins to clean the wounds gouged into his sides. Almost instantly, he can see sweat beading on Steve’s brow.

It feels kind of like a parody, of the handful of times Eddie had attended gym class, found his eyes lingering despite himself on Harrington’s glistening, Adonis-like form. Something inside him stirs, deep into caretaking mode, compelled to wipe the dampness away.

He resists the urge, but just barely. And since there’s not much else he can do for the pain, Eddie figures conversation makes as good a distraction as any.

“You know, I thought Dustin was full of shit before, but–you’re, uh. Totally babysitter extraordinaire, aren’t ya, Harrington?”

“For all the good it does me,” Steve lets out a huff that’s at once amused and exasperated, and the sound is music to Eddie’s ears, breaking up the short, pained breaths from before. “Those little shitheads are total pains in my ass–but, I mean, somebody’s gotta keep ‘em alive, you know?”

“And that’s gonna be you, huh?” Eddie quirks an eyebrow up at him as he continues rubbing circles into his skin, doing his best to clean the gore and muck from the stretches that remain uninjured.

Talking is helping distract him, too. Sure, he had patched up his dad as a kid, after a few jobs gone wrong, but, still–nothing that really held a candle to this. The less he thinks about the raw wounds spread out in front of him, the ones Steve is trusting him to help with, the better.

In honor of that, Eddie lets out a whistle. “Steeeeeve Harrington, big damn hero. Never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“Shut up, man,” Steve complains, and even though the lighting is low, Eddie would swear there’s a pink tinge staining his cheeks, “it’s not that big a deal.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, my dear Steven. It absolutely is. Total paladin behavior, in fact.”

The little confused furrow that appears between Steve's eyebrows is ridiculously cute. Eddie isn't sure how disgusted he should be with himself for what a lovesick thought that is.

"...Pala-what?"

“They’re like knights, basically. The D&D version. Championing a cause, protecting the weak and defending the innocent, restoring good to the lands. That sorta thing.”

Steve gives a short nod of understanding, his mouth forming a perfectly shaped oh.

“I’d say the shoe–or, you know, armor, whatever–fits.” Still meticulous in his strokes with the pad, Eddie finds himself rambling. “Diving into that lake to protect the rest of us? That’s paladin 101, man. True heroic shit.”

“I mean…it’s really not.” Steve shrugs ever so slightly, his lips tugging down into a small frown. “It’s what I’m good for, you know? Nance and Robin–hell, even the kids–they’ve got the brains part of this operation covered. They need somebody around to just…take the risks so they don’t have to.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up immediately at the implications of Steve’s words.

“Well, well, will you look at that? Now who needs to cut himself a break?” Eddie asks, echoing what Steve said to him back in the Upside Down.

“Just the facts,” Steve says with a wan smile–parroting the phrase Eddie’s heard the youngest Sinclair use on the boys after she’s thrown out a particularly cutting remark, and not even having the decency to look bitter about it.

Eddie shakes his head, vehement. “That sounds like a crock of bullshit to me, Harrington. Don’t sell yourself short, not like that. You’re a badass, sure, no two ways about it–but those kids, out there? They’d be fucking…lost without you, man. Hell, when Buckley realized you’d gotten hurt? Looked like she was hanging on by a thread. They need you.”

I need you, Eddie thinks, but can’t quite say it, his throat constricting anxiously around the words. Still, he catches Steve’s eyes deliberately, willing him to catch his full meaning.

Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth to chew at it, Steve ducks his face for a second, dodging Eddie’s look. When he speaks again, it’s quiet but no less sincere.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Eddie answers immediately, a smile breaking out across his face. “I mean, what’re friends for? You’d do the same for me–already have, even.”

“Oh, so you’re saying we’re friends now, Munson?” Steve crinkles his nose in amusement, inviting Eddie in on the joke.

“Well, I mean…hell pretty much has frozen over,” Eddie replies, playing along easily. “Besides, who else but us is there to band together, give Dustin a hard time so his head doesn’t get any bigger than it already has?”

Steve inclines his head, smile amused, soft. It’s a beautiful sight, one Eddie could get used to seeing.

“Can’t argue with that.”

As Eddie finally finishes up cleaning the last of the scrapes and bite marks, he can feel Steve’s eyes on him, following his movements.

“You know, you’re not half bad at this,” Steve observes thoughtfully.

Discarding the last of the alcohol pads, Eddie gives Steve a cordial half bow. “Why thank you, my liege. That’s high praise indeed coming from the king himself.”

“Never mind, I take it back. Your bedside manner sucks,” Steve says, deadpan, rolling his eyes. Then, he jabs a finger in Eddie’s direction, “And don’t call me that.”

“Guess you’re just gonna have to report me to the doctor on the floor, then…your royal highness.”

As Steve reaches out to shove his shoulder, Eddie lets out a delighted cackle, dancing just beyond his reach.

“Strike what I said earlier, too. There’s no friendship bracelet in your future, dude, not with that attitude.”

Eddie lays a palm over his heart, gasping like he’s been hit.

“Not the friendship bracelets, Stevie! What have I done to deserve such a cruel and unusual punishment? And after I helped heal your wounds, too.”

“Yeah, well, the job’s only half done on that front, Nurse Eddie. Better get back to it, and then I’ll think about letting you earn back your friendship bracelet. Maybe,” Steve says, mimicking Eddie’s ultimatum from earlier. “And you’d be missing out, too, dude. Just ask Robin, I come up with the absolute coolest designs.”

“Challenge accepted, Stevie boy. Prepare to witness the best bandaging you’ve seen since Boris Karloff’s The Mummy.”

Steve’s lips twitch, like he’s trying to bite back his smile. “Thought you were trying to keep me alive, Munson, not turn me into a Halloween decoration.”

Eddie clucks his tongue. “Such limited imagination, Harrington. I assure you–I can do both.”

Gauze from the first kit at the ready, he gets right to work unspooling it, giving himself a suitable enough length to get started with ease.

Now that they’ve managed to jump over that first major hurdle and Steve’s injuries have been thoroughly cleaned, the full magnitude of the situation hits Eddie all at once. A wave of tiredness, bone deep, rolls over him as he presses that first layer of gauze against Steve’s side, and he can’t help but say, “This whole thing is–completely and utterly batshit insane. You realize that, right?”

Steve’s got his arms raised over his head, now, but the slight tilt of his eyebrow might as well be a shrug as he looks down at Eddie, the quirk of his lips apologetic.

“You kinda get used to it, after a while.”

“Get used to it? Jesus Christ–” Eddie groans in disbelief even while he keeps his fingers steady, holding the gauze carefully in place as he continues wrapping it around Steve’s stomach. “Don’t say that kinda shit to me, man.”

“Sorry.” Steve has the decency to look chastened, though not nearly as apologetic as Eddie thinks he should.

“Like, sure, okay–dark wizards and magic, that’s great for D&D. But in real life? Kinda prefer that the evil alternate dimensions didn’t eat a hole in the ceiling of my uncle’s trailer, you know? Some of us need a place to live.”

Eddie’s practically hugging Steve around the waist by the time he’s stopped talking, ready to secure his handiwork. There’s a bizarre kind of intimacy to it, Steve warm and solid in his hold, and Eddie wonders if Steve can feel it too when he glances up at him, silent communication passing between them that has Steve ripping off a long strip of medical tape and handing it down without having to be asked.

So, needless to say, Eddie’s a bit distracted, finishing off the job and giving everything one final assessment, when Steve breaks the silence with two totally nonsensical words.

“...the pool.”

Eddie blinks, startled enough he straightens up and gives Steve a full once over, wondering for a moment if the bats had gone for his head, too, without them being any the wiser.

“Wait–what?”

“The pool, at my place,” Steve trucks on, that determined clench to his jaw. Not from pain, this time, but something else. “That’s what it was–well, is–for me. The place, where the demogorgon attacked. It took Barbara–Holland? Nancy’s best friend. The first night that we…”

He trails off with a shake of his head.

“Well, anyway. It doesn’t matter. I’m just saying, I get it. Maybe not to the level of, you know, having your whole goddamn ceiling ripped out, but–the Upside Down, all this shit. It takes things from us. All of us. And I’m sorry it happened to you, too, but…at least you’re not alone?”

Eddie gnaws on his bottom lip as he looks at Steve, watching the other teen wince. Like he just knows it’s not enough.

But the thing is…it is. Steve has to know that it is.

“To be honest, I think that’s the only thing that’s keeping me from just, I don’t know–shattering into a million little pieces, or something,” Eddie admits. “The fact that you guys–”

Embarrassingly enough, his throat constricts, for a second, choking off his words.

“...that you’re here. With me. Especially Buckley and Wheeler and Little Red–even Lucas, after I was such a shit to him…and you. I mean, you don’t even know me, not really, and the whole rest of the town is practically lined up outside with Carver, holding pitchforks…but not you. Pretty damn sure I’d never have even made it this far without that.”

Steve clasps his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“We’re not going anywhere, man,” he promises, gaze steady, hazel eyes so serious Eddie doesn’t dare doubt him. “We’ve got this. We’ve got you.”

Eddie takes a chance, settles his hand on top of Steve’s, gives it a squeeze in return.

“I’ve got you, too. You know?”

Steve gives a little nod, his smile warm enough to light up his entire face.

“I know you do, man. I know.”

And, for a second, looking back at Steve, the hope floods in, and Eddie lets himself believe it. That, with this merry band of misfit monster hunters standing behind him, there’s no choice–it’ll all turn out alright, in the end.

—

By the time they make it back to the living room–“decent” again, Steve having immediately shrugged Eddie’s battle jacket back on over his now freshly wrapped bandages, the sight of which had made something in Eddie’s chest immediately flutter–Lucas is settling down on the couch with a patchwork quilt while Dustin bemoans his fate, loudly, as he piles blankets onto the floor in something that’s steadily resembling a nest. Eddie guesses, when he didn’t immediately come back, the pair of them must have gone on their own journey to raid the Mayfield’s linen closet.

“We said best of ten,” Lucas is saying with a sigh, the picture of put-upon patience, “not my fault you suck at rock-paper-scissors.”

“It’s a game of chance!” Dustin squawks in protest. “There’s absolutely no skill involved. How can I ‘suck’ at some bullshit game that requires no strategy.”

Lucas shrugs, unperturbed. “You tell me.”

The noise Dustin lets out makes it clear he’s gearing up for a continued argument–when Steve drops a hand on his head, distracting him with a noogie.

“No one likes a sore loser, Henderson.”

“I am not a sore loser!” Dustin huffs, arms crossed over his chest and lip jutting out in something that dangerously resembles a pout.

“Au contraire, my dear friend. You’re right about that, you’re not a sore loser. You are, in fact…” Eddie holds up a single finger, Dustin’s face brightening in that moment’s worth of anticipation, “the sorest of losers.”

The blue streak Dustin swears up is worth it for both Lucas and Steve’s guffawing laugh.

He continues muttering to himself, low-voiced and difficult to make out apart from something that sounds distinctly like traitors in my midst, as he somewhat viciously tosses more quilts onto the ground.

“Gimme that,” Steve says without heat, taking several blankets from Dustin’s hands and spreading them out, laying a solid foundation for a pallet that he quickly uses the others to build upon. “Now, come on, man, quit complaining and just…lie down.”

Given the fuss Dustin’s been kicking up, Eddie can’t help but be impressed that Steve’s instruction is enough to actually get him to comply. The powers of babysitter persuasion strike yet again, it seems.

Or, at least…half as he’s told, since settling onto the pallet still offers plenty of back talk on Dustin’s part.

“I can’t believe this. My theories turn out to be correct all damn night, and still I get relegated to sleeping on the carpet. How is that fair?!” Dustin huffs.

From his position on the couch, Lucas’s only answer is to snort, shaking his head.

Hand on his hip, Steve cocks a single eyebrow, shooting Dustin the driest of looks. There’s something deeply wrong with Eddie, he’s pretty sure, that he finds the whole thing painfully attractive.

"Dustin, man, it’s not a competition. Besides…beats the floor of a Russian elevator," he comments, and Eddie has no idea what the hell that is supposed to mean.

Dustin tilts his head from side to side, as though considering. Reluctantly, he says, "...Agreed."

Nodding, seemingly satisfied, Steve lays down on one side of Dustin. Eddie does the same, following suit until they’re bracketing him like a pair of parentheses. A warmth settles over Eddie, pleasant and bone-deep, as he tilts his face to catch Steve’s eyes, staring back at him from over the top of Dustin’s head.

"Scoot over, dude. Eddie doesn't want your pointy ass elbows digging into him." Steve nudges Dustin in the side, causing the younger teen to readjust with a minimal amount of grumbling. To Eddie he says, sotto, "Trust me, man, I know. Those things are like daggers or something, I swear."

“Are not,” Dustin protests, though the words sound drowsy, his eyes having already drifted shut despite all the protests about how uncomfortable he’d been.

“Are too,” Steve volley backs effortlessly. Eddie catches the look he’s giving the kid, though, and it can only be described as fond amusement.

“Thanks for the warning, kind sir,” Eddie gives Steve a mock salute, eyes sparkling mischievously. “I’ll be on the lookout for those deadly weapons being brandished in the night.”

“Can’t believe…ganging up on me…” Dustin murmurs, the last word trailing off as his breathing begins to even out.

“You’re the one who wanted to introduce us, dude,” Steve argues softly, though it’s clear his words have fallen on sleeping ears. To Eddie he says, voice a whisper, “You believe this kid? The arguing never stops, man, even in his sleep.”

“I know,” Eddie whispers back, parroting back Steve’s own words in the Upside Down, and the pair of them share a pleased, knowing grin.

And it’s comforting, the thought that sweeps through Eddie’s mind once he’s settled enough to start drifting off, Dustin’s snoring soft between them, Steve only an arm’s length away.

They’ve got Henderson. And as for Eddie himself?

Well…Harrington’s got him.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #henderfam #henderdads #the party #brotp: babysitter's club #buckington besties #my writing #my stuff #my things #missing scene fic #fellas is it gay to gently clean another man's wounds? you decide

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these special moments with you

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: domestic fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: you come home from a girls night out and hyunjin helps you get ready for bed

pairing: non idol!hyunjin x drunk!reader (reader wears makeup)

warnings: mention of drinking (drink responsibly kids), mention of nudity (sfw though, nothing is happening)

word count: 1,805

a/n: i was going insane so i needed to write this

"Jinnie!” You exclaim as your boyfriend opens your car door. You fail to climb out of the car and into Hyunjin’s arms. It’s almost like you’re a fly caught in a spider’s web, desperately trying to get out.

"Sorry, Hyunjin," Ryujin laughs as she unbuckles your seatbelt for you. “I lost control of them once happy hour started. To be fair, with all five of them, I didn’t stand a chance.”

Hyunjin helps pull you out of the car. Rather, he pulls you out of the car and you let him. Your limbs feel like pudding, you’re not even sure how he was able to get a grip on you. He leans you against the back door and ducks into the car, grabbing your bag and shoes from the floor. "It's fine, Ryu. Thank you for bringing Y/n home.” He quickly peeks into the back seat to find Lia passed out on top of the rest of the girls. “Let us know when you guys get home,"

“I might just let them sleep it off in the car,” She teases as Hyunjin closes the door.

“I will throw up and ruin everyone’s night if you do that,” You hear someone, possibly Yeji, comment from the back seat.

Hyunjin’s arm snakes around your waist as he gently pulls you away from the car. “Giving you all the strength and luck in the world,”

“You might need some of that to deal with Y/n.”

“Bye, Ryujinnie! Thank chu—Chu? Ha! That’s not what I was trying to say…” You slur as you put more of your body weight on Hyunjin.

Hyunjin waves to Ryujin before tugging you in the direction of your shared apartment. You carry most of your body weight, Hyunjin's firm grip on you is mainly to guide you in the right direction and to keep you from tripping over your own bare feet.

"Why are you barefoot?" Hyunjin chuckles as he opens the door to your apartment. It's moments like these where he's glad that you two live on the ground floor. He knows for a fact that gravity would have won if he had tried to help you up the stairs.

You stop dead in your tracks, furrowing your eyebrows as you look down at your feet. Almost as if you hadn't realized you weren't wearing any shoes. You wiggle your toes before turning to face Hyunjin, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "T'was hot,"

Hyujin shakes his head and smiles to himself as he continues to lead you inside. He keeps one hand on you as he locks the door and neatly puts your shoes away. He quietly pulls you down to the couch and gestures for you to sit down. You follow his lead and slump down into the chair like you've been walking for ages and finally reach your destination.

Hyunjin places a kiss on the top of your head before disappearing for a moment. You relax into the couch, letting the cool soft leather swallow you whole. It's late, you're drunk, and the couch is oh-so-comfortable.

"No, no, no. C'mon, sit up," Hyunjin says, pulling you back upright. You're not sure when he came back, you didn't even hear the pitter-patter of his footsteps on the hardwood floor. Not that you can hear much, your head and ears are filled with cotton balls. Everything is entirely too fuzzy for you to think straight.

"I'm 'eepy," You whine, kicking your legs in protest.

"I know you are, but you need to drink this first." Hyunjin hands you a glass of water. You give him another lazy smile and begin drinking it.

Satisfied with your first sip, Hyunjin sinks to the floor. He kneels before you and picks up your right foot, examining it. You stare at the paintbrush sticking out of the messy half-bun. The rest of his long black hair brushes against his shoulders. His large white shirt stained with paint has a few new spots of blue and yellow paint.

"Were you working?" You ask softly as you finish your water.

"I was was. I was taking a break when Ryujin called." He answers. Satisfied to find no scrapes or cuts on your right foot, he moves onto your left.

"Can I see?" You perk up at the idea of seeing some of Hyunjin's art.

"Later," He nods as he puts your left foot down. He looks up at you and pushes the frame of his lensless, black-rimmed glasses onto his face with the back of his hand. "They're not quite finished yet."

Hyunjin stands up, takes the now-empty glass from your hands, and disappears once again. The soft cushions off the couch once again begin to call your name like a siren singing a song. You lean back into the couch and rest your head on the back, closing your eyes only for a moment. Just to rest them...

"Y/n, wake up," Hyunjin coos into your ears. You feel the gentle graze of his lips leaving your cheek.

"I want to go to bed," You sigh, looking up at your ceiling.

"Not yet," You hear the crinkling of plastic beside you. "Look at me,"

You slowly lift your head and turn to Hyunjin, looking at him with heavy, lead-filled eyelids. He softly grabs your face with his left hand and rubs something wet and cool against your lips. You stare at the slightly blurry figure in front of you, your eyes narrowing in confusion.

After a few seconds of him rubbing your lips, Hyunjin quickly leans in and decality presses his lips into yours. Only for a moment. He pulls away just as quickly and holds up the now lipstick-stained wet wipe in front of his face, "Let's take your makeup off first,"

The two of you sit in comfortable silence as Hyunjin continues to clean your face for you. He is slightly rough as he wipes the makeup off your cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin, making sure to wipe up as much as he can with one wipe. He's gentle with your eyes, making sure not to hurt you.

"Are you mad at me?" You ask softly.

He momentarily pauses, tilting his head at you in confusion. "Why would I be mad at you?"

"Because," You shake your face out of his grip so you can look at him, his face a bit more clear than it was earlier. "I went out with the girls. And I came home late. And I'm drunk."

"Why would I be mad about that?" His hand that was holding your face drops down to your knee.

"Dunno," Your eyes trail away from him and focus on the candle sitting on the coffee table. It was burned recently, there's a faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon in the room. Hyunjin must have started working in the living room while watching TV before moving to his studio.

"I'm not," He tucks his forefinger under your chin and gently lifts your head so you can look at him again. "I'm just glad you're home and that you're safe. C'mon, let's finish getting you ready for bed."

***

"Did you have fun?" Hyunjin asks.

He's sitting on the floor next to the bathtub. He sits crisscross with his elbow resting his knee and cheek in his hand. He's been watching you the entire time with a dopey, loving smile on his face. You know he's only keeping an eye on you to make sure you don't accidentally drown yourself. He stares at your figure. Your knees pressed to your chest and your head resting on your knees facing him.

"Hm," You hum, nodding slowly. "I did. We caught up on a lot. And drank...a lot. And we danced so much. You would have had fun,"

Hyunjin reaches over and wipes a wet strand of hair, pulling it away from your eye, but still letting it frame your face. "I would have?"

"I know you don't really like clubs and crowds like that but the music was good for once. I wish you were there, to be honest. I loved hanging out with the girls but I missed you too." You pout slightly, "Plus a lot of guys kept trying to buy me drinks. They weren't even cute!

"You should have taken the drinks. A free drink is a free drink." Hyunjin laughs, poking your lower lip back into place.

You lift your head and shake your head aggressively. "I told them that I already have a boyfriend who is nearly six feet tall and has 4 friends who could beat them up."

"That makes me sound like I'm in a gang or something," Hyunjin chuckles, resting his hand on your cheek.

"It kinda looks like that when you're with the boys! Especially the old ones." You exclaim, the water nearly jumping out of the tub.

"I'm telling Chan, Minho, and Changbin that you called them the old ones," He cackles. The sound reverberates around the bathroom, making it seem louder than it actually is.

"No," You gasp softly at the admission of a possible betrayal. You drop your head back on your knees.

"Fine, I won't tell them. But only because your eyes got all big like those big softies would do anything."

"Minho would glare at me. And I know he's teasing, but there's always a brief moment where I'm worried he's gonna cook me."

"Don't worry, I'll save you from the big scary cat and his air fryer."

"He'll just fry you with me. Two for special," You mumble. Your lead-filled eyes finally betraying you.

"Okay, c'mon. Let's go to bed. You'll get sick if sleep here," Hyunjin groans as he finally stands up and grabs a towel.

"'s warm," You mumble half-heartedly.

"It's warm now but it'll get cold soon,"

Glub, glub

Hyunjin releases the plunger from the bath. He watches as the water quickly goes down the drain. Once the water is low enough, he drops the towel over your shoulders and helps you stand up. He helps you wrap the towel around your body, including your head, before helping you out.

"Jinnie," You mumble, your eyes still closed. They're too heavy for you to even try to open them right now.

"Hm?" He hums as he rubs the towel against your scalp, trying to dry it a bit before attempting your hair routine. He's watched you do it so many times, he can do it in his sleep.

"I love you,"

You don't see the soft smile that spreads across his and blends into his eyes. You can't hear the beats that his heart misses as he stops drying your hair.

"I love you too," He presses another kiss into your forehead, almost like he's trying to imprint his love for you in your brain. "Off to bed now,"

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Attitude

JJ Maybank x fem reader

After JJ’s reckless behavior gets out of control, you decide to confront him but JJ decides he’s not going to put up with your uncontrolled mouth. W.C 1k something!

Part of Dolly and Morgan’s writing game! And dividers by the sexy @xxbimbobunnyxx

Warnings! Dom! JJ! Gun play! Argument! Spanking! Choking! Degrading! Unprotected sex! Fingering! Daddy Kink!

You were the only Pogue going after JJ, since the dumbass stole Barry’s money, later that same evening. You marched to his house, making sure his shit father was nowhere to be seen as you heard loud music playing from the backyard.

“JJ!” You called out and you went around the corner, leading you to the back. You saw him holding his gun, pointing it at beer cans lined up in a distance.

Stomping over in your converse, thighs moving from your speed underneath your shorts, you walked closer to him. “JJ!” You shouted and he turned around.

“What?” He snapped and your eyebrows shot up. His t shirt clung to his fit body, shorts above his knees and your eyes swept over his messy hair.

“Oh? That’s how it is.” You remarked and he rolled his eyes.

“The hell are you doing here?” His arms hung by his sides, his right hand gripping the gun. You crossed your own arms, leaning your weight on one leg.

“I’m here to make sure you don’t do another stupid thing, JJ. What the fuck were you thinking? Stealing a drug dealers money? Acting insane?”

“I’m not afraid of that fucker, I’ll just hit him even harder back.” JJ replied, his eyes on fire. You scoffed.

“That simple? Until what? You’re both dead or something?” JJ shrugged and waved the gun.

“I have this, genius.”

“Ohhh, okay tough guy. You got it all figured out. You agains the world, avoiding us, stealing, using a gun-“

“Watch your mouth.” JJ snapped. “Why don’t you just leave? Instead of giving me a fuckin lecture?” Anger boiled in your veins and you stepped closer, giving him a light push.

“Why don’t you MAKE me, JJ? Make me shut up. Oh-you won’t because you’re too busy with your new toy!” Before you could speak again, JJ jerked forward and captured your lips in a fierce kiss, making you gasp against his mouth.

He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, his free hand coming to grip your hip and pulling you close to him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, squeezing his muscular form tightly as you angrily kiss him back, nipping his lower lip.

JJ reaches down, scooping his arm underneath your ass and starts walking towards his house, your legs wrapping around his waist. He kicks open the door, slamming it shut with his boot as he tosses you on the couch, breaking your kiss.

“Fuckin little brat, princess. You wanna talk to me like that? Mouth off to me like I’m some bitch?” JJ heaves and rips off his shirt, gun still in his hand.

“Prove to me that you’re not, Daddy.” You reply and he raises his eyebrows.

His hand yanks apart your legs, exposing your covered pussy and your eyes widen as he taps your cunt with the gun. “You wanna repeat that?” You shudder as he tugs off your shorts, slowly pulling them down your thighs and exposing your black panties. Soaked in the middle. “Wet from this? Already?” He shakes his head before swirling the gun on your clit. “Not so tough now, huh?”

JJ rubs circles with the gun, making your head lull back but he reaches forward and tugs you forward by your hair. “Uh uh. Eyes on me, baby. You’re gonna look at me while I touch this pretty pussy.”

You moan as he pulls the gun away, bringing it to your lips. “Suck it.” You stick tongue out and lick off your precum, tasing the sweet taste from yourself.

“Fuck, princess. You really know how to use that mouth, don’t you? Too bad you’ve been a fuckin brat or else I’d let you suck me off.” You whine with a pout and JJ pulls the gun away, ripping off your underwear.

He slides it in your entrance, pumping you with it and you whimper. Your hand moves to rub your clit but he takes your fingers and shoves them in his mouth.

“Shit-“ You whimper as he finally rips the gun away, setting it down and starts to unzip his shorts.

“Mhm. That’s better. But you still need to work on that god damn attitude, princess.” JJ grabs you by the hair and maneuvers you on your stomach on the couch. He presses you down, your chest flat as your ass sticks up in the air and he slaps it hard.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you know exactly who you’re talking to. But you’re gonna beg for it, baby girl. Make me believe you deserve my dick.” He taunts and you whimper, attempting to turn your head but he spanks you again.

“Please, daddy. Fuck me, cum in me. Use me. Take it out on me, I need it. I need you, I want your cock so bad-“ JJ reaches across and wraps his hand around your throat.

“Nah, you can do better than that.” He squeezes tightly and your eyes water as he toys with your clit with his fingers, barely applying pressure.

“JJ, please! Please, fuck me! God, I won’t talk like that again, please fuck me with your dick-I don’t wanna fucking think anymore, just pound into me like I’m a whore.” JJ growls and slams his cock into you, your body moving forward.

“You’re daddy’s little slut, right? And don’t you fuckin forget that.” He pulls you back by your hair and shoves his fingers in your mouth, making you gag. He gives you a rough thrust, making you grip the arm of the sofa. He yanks his fingers out and massages your clit as he pounds you deeply.

“For a god damn brat, your pussy is squeezin me pretty tight there, baby girl. Luckily I knew what you fuckin needed,” He says in your ear and he groans as you grind up against him.

“I’m sorry, daddy-“ You squeak as he brings you to the edge, slapping your ass again.

“Yeah, you’re sorry. This pussy? Mine. You are mine, and I’m gonna make you leak with my cum. I want it dripping out of you like the whore you are. That’s what you are, right?”

“Yes!” You almost scream as you cream on his dick, burying your face down and your legs tremble as JJ empties in you. His cum mixes with yours and you feel it dampen your cunt, dripping down your thighs as he catches you from falling.

JJ continues to thrust, making you see stars before he flips you on your back. “So fuckin pretty all dazed out from my cock, princess. But I’m not done pulling cum from you. I’m gonna lick up what you gave me and fuck you until you speak to me properly.”

You nod weakly as he taps his cock against your cheek before sliding down on his knees. “Guess I’ll use the gun more often, baby doll. Now open your legs and let me taste this wet pussy.”

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Change My Mind

SUMMARY: Josh and Alina are great friends most days. Other days, they want to tear each other apart. Some days, they’re in love with each other, but neither of them will admit it.

*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book also uses the actual names of the wrestlers. Gionna is Liv, Austin is Xavier Woods, Josh is Jey Uso, Jon is Jimmy Uso, Trinity is Naomi, Alina is just Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO POST MY WORK ON ANY SITE*

PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC

TROPE: Friends to Lovers

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: 2,297

PART ONE

PART TWO

“One! Two! Three!” Shouts the crowd. The bell would ring, signifying the end of the tag match. The Usos rolled out the ring quickly before an angry Street Profits could reach them. The tag match ended dirty. Montez’s shoulder was up, but the referee didn’t see it. Josh and Jon knew they got off without being caught and were celebrating on the ramp without care. They would eventually run to the back, vanishing behind the curtain.

Alina is informed to be at the gorilla for Josh and Jon for a backstage interview, and she can hear them as rowdy as ever, drawing near. They would pop out from the dark ramp, bouncing around with their championships in their hands. “Jimmy, Jey, can I get a word? What happened out there?” She says, catching their attention. Jon would drop his sweaty arm across her shoulders while Josh snatched the mic and her hand up.

“What happened out there? What happened out there, Uce, is that we won! Ain’t nothing else happened out there. The Street Profits thought they could hang with us, and what happened!”

“They got dropped!” Jon chimed in.

“They got dropped!” Josh repeats. “Ain’t no one taking these from us, Uce!”

“Yeet!”

“And if you think you got a chance,” Josh takes the mic out of Alina’s hands, blocking her from the camera. She took this as a chance to rid her hand of the sweat he left behind.

“Yeet!”

“You can get dropped too!”

“Yeet!”

“Cause at the end of the day, Uce, you the number twos, and we the ones!” Josh would end his promo with a raise of his pointer finger. His twin would follow suit before they both walked off towards the locker rooms. The cameraman would put his camera down, and the light on its head turned off.

“That was good.” Alex, the cameraman, would say, causing Alina to nod in agreement.

“Ay, Lina!” Josh shouts from across the large hall. “We going out tonight! Don’t make no plans!” Every time they successfully defended their championships, they wanted to go out. Though their night was ending, Alina had to stick around for the last two matches in case the company needed her for backstage interviews.

“Too late!” She teases.

“Cancel that shit, Uce!” Jon shouts, making Alina chuckle softly.

“Text me the details!” She shouts back.

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Alina didn’t do much clubbing anymore. As she got older, she noticed the club crowd got younger. At thirty-two years old, she just didn’t see the hype anymore. That and it always took her days to recover. Getting her out of the house or a hotel room wasn’t an easy accomplishment, but somehow, Josh could do it every time. Maybe it was because he would harass her until she said yes; He always knew how to make her say yes.

She didn’t like that, but he loved it.

Here she was, standing in a nightclub surrounded by sloshed party-goers, and she had no idea where her group was. What she did know was that she needed a drink. If she was going to be able to tolerate being here, she needed to join the masses. She moved through the crowd, her eyes fixated on the glowing bar at the back of the large room. She hadn’t received any text messages from Josh in over forty-five minutes. All he had to say the last time they spoke was that he was here. When she gets to the bar, she squeezes between two people. They didn't pay her any mind, but the bartender saw her just as she got in.

“What can I get for you?” He asks.

“Vodka sprite, please!” She answered. The bartender quickly moved from her sight to prepare her drink for her. While Alina waited, she took her phone out of her pocket. The screen lit up, showing that she still had no new messages. Her thumb swipes up to unlock it, tapping the messages icon immediately after. Josh’s name was at the top of her inbox, her last message still there. She’d click on the message thread to type up a new message.

Alina: Hey, I’m here at the bar.

The screen would go dark after she sent the message, but she would keep the phone in her hand. The bartender would return with her drink, a smile on his face. “Thank you.” She says. She’d hand over her debit card, allowing him to swipe it. He asked her if she would want to start a tab, but she’d declined. She knew her drinks were on Josh once he found her. She glanced down at her phone; Still no new messages.

A hand would touch the small of her back, causing her to jump. Alina glanced over her left shoulder to find a man who wasn’t her best friend. This man towered over her. If she had to guess his height, she would say he was six foot five inches. He gives her a grin. “Hi,” He greets her.

“Hi.” She returns.

He leans down slightly; his mouth is in listening shot of her ear. “I’m Gavin, and you are?” He holds his hand out for her to shake.

“Alina.” She says, taking his hand. She shakes it gently before letting go of it. “Am I in your way? I can move.” She begins to make space for him. Gavin’s hand rests on her shoulder, stopping her from moving more.

“I came over here for you,” He starts. “I couldn’t walk away without telling you you're beautiful.” Heat began to rise in Alina’s face as her eyes shifted to the floor.

“Thank you.” She says, looking up at the guy again. Gavin wasn’t bad-looking. His black hair was shaggy on his head, his eyes a deep brown that looked almost black. His skin was pale, but his cheeks were faintly pink. He had a nostalgic feel to him overall.

“Are you here with anyone?” He asks.

“I…”

“Yeah, she’s with me, Uce.” A familiar voice chimes in. Josh eyes the man in front of him before holding out his hand. “You good, baby?” He asks, glancing at Alina. Took him long enough, she thought. She slips her hand into his warm one, instantly pulled to the Samoan. Once she was near him, he would slide his arm around her waist. Mentally, Alina took a deep breath to steady her now racing heart.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She says, leaning in to kiss his earlobe. Josh’s collected demeanor wouldn’t falter at the action, but boy, was he doing somersaults in his head. Gavin glances between the two before letting his brown eyes settle on Alina.

“Lucky man.” He says before turning to vanish back into the crowd.

Alina turns to look at Josh. “Damn, I thought you forgot how to use a phone.” She takes a step away from him.

“My bad, I didn’t know you texted me.” He says. Josh takes in Alina’s appearance. He couldn’t verbally tell her how good she looked, but he’s sure she knows. Of course, she knows how attractive she is. He was always having to fight off men on her behalf. Was he fighting off men for his sake or her own? Both? Both. He was selfish like that. Selfish, possessive��whatever you wanted to call it, he was that.

Alina noticed his staring. It wasn’t like he was trying to hide that he was doing it. He was blatant about things he did when it came to her. “Where is everyone?” She asks, snapping him out of his trance. He looks in two directions before allowing his eyes to settle on her.

“Oh, uh, we got a section. Come on.” Josh snatches up her hand again, pulling her through the crowd. They would zigzag through the dancefloor before making it to a set of stairs. A security guard stood there, blocking people who weren’t them from going up. He would step to the side to allow Josh and Alina to pass. They’d climb the stairs, finding themselves in an area lit up blue. In the corner was a bar that resembled the same as the bottom but smaller.

“Yay, he found her!” Gionna exclaims, jumping up from her seat on a white couch. With one hand, Alina hugs her friend. Josh stood to the side of them, watching the two women interact.

“You gonna let her go, Uce?” Jon shouts at him. The eldest twin always had time to tease Josh and Alina about their relationship. It wasn’t a friendship to him. He was beyond calling it that, as was everyone around them. The only two that were fighting for the title of friendship were the two people involved. Josh reluctantly lets go of her hand, and Alina notices instantly. Her eyes meet his back as he’s walking towards the couch.

“Have you gotten a drink yet?” Gionna asks.

It was then Alina realized she left her drink downstairs at the bar. She looks over the ledge, spotting the small cup sitting at the bar with no one around it. Well, she wasn’t going back for that. “No.” She answers, looking at the petite blonde in front of her. Gionna snatches up the same hand Josh previously held and pulls her over to the bar.

“Alina looks good,” Austin says, watching Alina and Gionna walk towards the bar. Josh and Jon look at each other before Josh looks off in the distance. He could feel his blood pressure rising by the second.

“Not too much on my sister-in-law, Uce,” Jon says. Trinity would slap Jon’s chest, making him bring his hand up to cover himself. Josh looks at his brother, pointing his finger at him.

“Quit playing with me, Jon! I done told you!” His brother would laugh, kicking his feet slightly at the reaction he’d gotten from his little brother.

“Oh, so she’s free game?” Austin asks, standing up.

“This ass whooping can be free game.” Josh snaps, rising with him. “Try it if you want to.” He warns. Austin lowered his eyes at Josh, a mischievous grin on his face. Slowly, he sits down. He wasn’t in the loop about what happens within The Usos friend group, but this little interaction told him everything he needed to know.

“So, like I said, not too much on my sister-in-law,” Jon repeats with a smile. “He don’t play about her.” Josh shoots a glare in his brother’s direction before sitting down.

Gionna ordered a tray of tequila shots at the bar for their group. She got twelve shots for six people. She was on an unspoken mission to loosen everyone up. Now that Lina was here, Gionna knew that the energy in their space would be different. Without fail, Josh and Alina always get weird around each other. “What’s new with you?” She would ask, making a quiet Alina speak up.

“Nothing,” She breathes. “I’m not complaining, though. After that last attempt, I decided to take a break from dating. It’s not worth it.”

“Why? Because of Josh?”

Alina was quiet for a moment. That was part of the reason, but not for what everyone’s thinking. She brings her index finger to her mouth, rubbing slightly at the bottom of her lower lip. It was something she often did when she was choosing her words. “I’m due for some much-needed reflection.” She settled, glancing at her friend. Gionna grinned, her lips twitching as she fought a laugh. “What?”

“Whatever the fuck that means.” She says, laughing at Alina. “I mean, I’m not one to judge…”

“You are right now!” Alina exclaims, causing Gionna to laugh more. The bartender places a tray of shots on the bar before them. Gionna grabs them, moving off her seat. Without another word, she turns to go back to their group. Alina follows behind her, quickly downing the Sex On The Beach cocktail she purchased. She’s going to need more by the end of the night.

“I come baring gifts!” Gionna shouts when they get back to their section. She places the shots on the table and drops down next to Austin, leaving a spot next to Josh open. She sits down, her body turned in towards everyone. Everyone reached for their two shots.

Josh sniffs his shots. “Girl, is this tequila?” He asks.

“Oh, hell nah, Gigi,” Jon says, shaking his head. “This ain’t gonna work for us.” The twins are both leaning to put their shots down.

“No balls.” She says. They pause, glancing up at her.

“Who!?” They shout in unison. They sit up again with their shots in their hands, ready to toss both back. Reverse psychology beats their asses without fail each time.

“Ooh, let’s toast, y’all!” Trin shouts, scooting to the edge of her seat. She holds a shot glass up. “Congrats to my honey and his brother for retaining their championships! Here’s to another successful defense and friendship!” She exclaims. Everyone cheered, leaning in to toast their glasses.

Josh turns to toast his shot glasses at Alina before they both toss them back. The alcohol warms their chests, but they both make a face of disgust before setting their glasses down. “You want another drink?” He asks, tapping her leg. “Vodka Sprite?” She nods. He stands to his feet, moving around her to the bar. Alina watches after him, a soft smile on her face.

“Alina,” Austin sings, sliding over to her. “How are you?” He asks.

“I’m good,” She answers. “You?”

“Oh, never better.” He replies. “Say, I have a question for you…” The pair wasn’t aware, but Jon and Trin were watching. The eldest twin had a grin on his face, not because Alina was talking to anyone, but because Josh was going to lose his fucking shit when he got back.

A/N: Hi! This chapter is a little long! It would’ve been longer but I chose to stop here! I’m sorry if it’s awkward or anything!!

Jey (Josh) is gonna blow a gasket LMAO

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could you do Reader x Mikey where reader works at a cafe part time & one of their regulars is Emma(occasionally dragging along Draken) but this time she brings Mikey along too & and when its his turn to order, he gets all nervous when reader asks for his name & order which catches Emma’s attention to which she quickly pipes up “Oh y/n this is my sorta famous brother! with the bike gang i was telling you about! you can call him Mikey!!” winking towards the end, seeing how flustered they both were becoming, Emma knew that reader wanted to meet Mikey after hearing about all the stories Emma had told him and meeting Draken, his best friend, wondering what Mikey was like. after eventually getting Mikey’s order, the trio left and Emma’s teasing began as they walked home, noting to bring Mikey to the cafe more often, or maybe he decides to go on his own even more often, having coffee dates with reader during their breaks or when its not so busy, after awhile Mikey finally confesses and ask reader if they would like to go on a bike ride sometime and then they end up on a hill or something watching the sunset together, then when Mikey brings reader to his apartment(lets pretend reader pays for their own place) but when saying bye, reader panicked and kissed Mikey which led them to the bedroom and doing the things they had been dreaming of since the first coffee date

or yknow, something like that lmao, i get so carried away with these requests im so sorry 😅 dont have to add the smut if u dont wanna, doesnt have to be written or written immediately either!! thanks!!

Cafe Shop .ᐟ

Note : I actually enjoyed writing this very much ,, Changed smt up a tad. Lit my longest fic yet fr

P.S: I know the request said it doesn’t have to be written immediately but this took overly long, i had huge writers block. 😭

You worked at a cafe shop right around the corner of the Sano household, so it was only natural Emma became a regular at the said Cafe shop, well.. her and sometimes Draken, who to your knowledge was always dragged in to the cafe against his will.

You two became close friends quick. Seeing how talkative the girl is, it wasn’t really a shocker. She was more of a talker than you for sure, you mainly always listened to what you she had to say and gave your advice from time to time.

Yet somehow, her older brother Mikey only came up until today. Emma sat down at the booth infront of the counter. “Hey (name)!” she smiled , while you got out the ingredients for her usual order.

“Hey Emma, i’m assuming it’s the regular?” she nodded her head and gave you a warm smile, as usual begging to tell you about her day again.

the conversation went back and forth while you made her usual Caramel Machiato and whatever bread she picked that day, until you noticed she brought up her brother “you have a brother?” you tilted your head slightly in confusion.

You set down her coffee infront of her and let her pick up whatever bread she wanted, Emma’s head peering up at you “I never told you about him?!” she let out a dramatic gasp. But really, she thought she did..

Well it’s not like you didn’t know ANYTHING about him, a little..?? Anytime you ever heard about him was because of a “meeting” of some sorts but that was only when Draken swung by with or without Emma. “No, I thought you were an only child Emma.” your voice sounded offended and dramatic while you looked at her with a fake pout and closed eyes.

“I’m sorry (name).. please.. forgive me” you both laughed after the whole fake scene you made, you looked up at the time “my breaks almost over, hurry up and tell me now.” you really only made Emma drinks DURING your break, you know you would get to distracted talking to her if you actually did serve her without being on break.

Sadly, your alarm went off right before she got to tell you “i’ll talk to you later and tell you about him!” she got up and you put your apron back on helping your friend who also just got off break.

After your shift ended, you texted Emma and you two met up mainly just walking around while she told you about her older brother, eventually the conversation had drifted off into whatever.

But you had to admit you were certainly curious about the boy, even when he wasn’t the main focus during you twos current conversation.

You looked around and then opened your phone, 7:40.. you were supposed to be home earlier to wake up early for work.

But you just got so caught up, now you have to walk back all the way home. “Emma, I should probably get going.. it’s already past 7:00.” you sighed.

Looking at the VERY long walk you had to take back home, and how sleepy you were.. you really considered just passing out thinking about it.

“Emma!!” A man’s voice called out, making both your heads turn. The sound of a motorcycle following behind it before it paused.

“oh! Hey Mikey!” Emma turned over to the blond boy who was still sitting atop of his bike. “what are you doin’ out this late?”

Mikey took a quick glance at you, well.. multiple.. “I was just talking to my friend! (name) this is Mikey, my.. sort-of-famous-brother! the one in the biker gang!” you nodded your head and stretched out your hand for him to shake. “Nice to meet you.” you gave the blond a nice warm smile.

it took him a few seconds to actually shake your hand, not because he was being weary of you.. but because he was so stunned by you. So.. awe-struck by you.

When he finally made contact with your hand, he froze up completely.. not that you were any better, seeing how awkward and shy you turned.

Emma smirked at the encounter, getting all giddy seeing how you two definitely took an immediate “liking” to each other. “Mikey, (name) here has to walk all the way back home, can you give him a ride?” Emma winked at you, while you died in the inside wishing a hole would come and eat you up.

“Oh, please it’s not a big deal. I can walk back.” you two finally let that way to long hand shake go, you wouldn’t have minded if it was anyone else.. but you had to admit you were already developing a crush on this guy.

“Don’t worry I can.” he gave you a little smile, Emma’s plan slowly working, surely.. but slowly. I mean, you two were already reeking of being in love whenever you met she couldn’t just miss this opportunity up!

You sighed and gave a defeated nod, you would probably end up passing out before you actually got to your apartment if he didn’t drive you back home.

After a few moments you finally agreed, Emma only had to walk two minutes to get home, she was fine off.. but she knew you had to walk a couple hours.

You and Mikey started talking just fine, sure a FEW flirty remarks here and there.. well maybe a bit more than just a few. But you two were actually getting along great.

The only thing that worried you was.. were you really supposed to be this close up to Mikey, I mean.. touching his back and holding onto his torso directly?? sure you were afraid of falling off but you felt like you were suffocating the dude.

Mikey knew he made you purposely sit closer than usual to him, only making you more nervous.

“Alright, where do i turn from here. Y’know i don’t just know where to go magically right?”

“oh! take two turns to the left and go straight from there until you see a (makeup a random checkpoint in a tad lazy)” Mikey nodded and continued going, you had to admit this was much better than walking.. 3 hours turned into 40 minutes. Only because Mikey was driving slower than his usual fast pace. He actually wanted to get to know you.

“Soo where do you work?” the silence was broken and you looked over at the blond “Oh, it’s that Cafe shop right around the corner of your house.” Mikey’s head perked up, that meant he had an excuse to visit you now.

“Ohhh at (cafe name)?” you nodded your head, finally seeing your apartment in sight you two got there pretty quickly.

“thank you Mikey.” you got off the bike and waved each other goodbye.

You sighed and slumped down onto your couch putting your palms back up to your face. “geez.. I need to calm down, it’s just some random guy I just met.” you sighed and smiled.

The thought of him was just so sweet though. Not that you could ever actually go out with the dude, he was out of your league and you two just met. It wasn’t like you would just get together with him.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch thinking about the guy, it had been a while since you even stayed up thinking about a guy.

The next day at work it’s like the universe meant to curse you, because Emma decided to come in with Mikey and Draken to the shop.

Knowing emma she was doing it on purpose, not to spite you or anything but because she saw how much of a crush you developed for the guy.

Emma was an expert when it came to love, or well.. so she said herself anyways. You greeted the trio and took their order. It wasn’t your break time, so they couldn’t really stay it was just for a short drink.

But the second Mikey stepped through that door you were a mess again, you took Emma and Draken’s order pretty swiftly, quickly. not waisting a second, but you froze up whenever speaking to Mikey.

Wasn’t like he was any better, he froze up just as much if not more. “What would you like?” you finally were able to muster up, even if it sounded slightly chopped up.

It took Mikey a second to fully process everything, especially with your sweet honey toned voice talking to him . “oh just a (order)” you nodded your head and went to make the trio’s orders.

Taking a deep breath and calming yourself down while you went to the back to go grab something real quick for the coffee’s , your coworker pointing out how nervous you looked and the slight blush on you. Only making you panic worse.

You calmed down, went back to making coffee’s and handed the three their order. “Thanksss (Name)!” Emma said while she took a sip of her drink, Draken and Mikey waving goodbye and the trio finally left.

Emma had gone back home.. she had already walked around enough yesterday with you and half of today, so they dropped her off at the sano house.

“Oí, Mikey, Can I ask you something?”

the short blond gulped down the rest of his taiyaki treat down his throat and looking over at the taller.

“eh? what’s up?”

“you’re into that (name) guy aren’t you.” Draken said in an almost teasing-tone laughing at the way Mikey’s face turned bright red.

“Ken-Chin what the hell!? Stop laughing!!” The blond caused a tantrum over this ordeal. Saying he didn’t, then saying he did?? then saying he might, then saying he just thought you were real cute.. then back to him liking you.

“it’s obvious you like this guy whether you like it or not.”

“Really, i haven’t seen you freeze up like that at anything over than a brain freeze from ice cream. You’re hopeless!”

“what should i do then.” Mikey slapped his hands on his hands and gave a long sigh. Draken was a little slumped on that one, he was more swinging to girls than guys.

“I dunno.”

“you sound like me , you aren’t helping.”

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the conversation had led to no where, they just ended up side tracking.

Mikey drove around time, but you were still on his mind. And it was already turning late, to only worsen things he saw you outside the cafe shop where you worked at stopping his bike.

“Oh, Hey Mikey.” he froze again , he was worse than Hakkai around a girl.. really. “Hey (name).”

“what brought you around here, if you’re gonna visit me then i’m already off y’know.” You softly teased at him, giggling a bit.

He forgot how pretty you were, god..

“I was just driving by, talking about that.. do you need a ride?” he was sure he sounded like a starving homeless chihuahua being held at gun point right now.

“Oh if it isn’t too much a bother.”

he just waved for you to get on and scooted over to make room for you to sit on. Helping you mount on. “thank you.” he never heard such a honey toned voice.

or met a guy so pretty. “you remember the way? or do i need to guide you again?” your teasing was making his feelings about you grow crazier.

If you were being honest, you were worse than he was on the inside. Just really good at pretend.

NSFW WARNING !!!

“Thank you Mikey.”

“No problem.”

it just felt way too empty, wayy to empty. something was missing really, you couldn’t shake it off.. and Mikey clearly couldn’t too.

Both of you stood quietly, the silence was so loud. You two had the same idea .. apparently, both of you kissed each other.

For quite some time.

“Mikey.. you wanna come in?” your voice was so quiet, and out of breath. He only nodded as you shakily pulled out your keys and opened your door, Mikey holding onto your waist and breathing down your neck .

Leaving soft kisses along your neck, you could feel his breath on you. He couldn’t wait for you really, maybe it was just you two be pent up with your feelings, but you two needed this. Clearly.

He pushed you down onto your bed and started taking off your clothes sucking on your neck and leaving hickeys. “Mikeyyy..” you whimpered , taking off his shirt, he took off the rest of his clothes swiftly after you took off his shirt.

He opened your night stand, as expected finding a bottle of lube. It was barely used, and definitely not used.. you really hadn’t used it since you were so busy with working and paying your bills.

“oh you’re really neglected huh?” he teasingly whispered into your ear. pouring the lube on his hands and kissing you while he shoved his fingers in your tight hole. Your moans were being swallowed by his kiss, his tongue didn’t even struggle for dominance.

Mikey’s fingers slid across your velvety squishy soft walls, only imagining how good they would feel around his cock.. he couldn’t wait anymore. He pulled out and you let out a annoyed whine, Mikey didn’t expect you to be so bratty. “calm down..” he shoved the tip of his cock in, making you moan, a needy loud and long moan.

“Mikeyyy.. pleasee…” how could he ever deny your pleas, really. He shoved his cock into your hole, his pace wasn’t as soft as his fingers.. it was fast and rough. He smiled watching your face turn into overwhelming pleasure.

Mikey gripped onto your hips tight as ever, his voice becoming deep, similar if not the voice he used whenever he was at a meeting. His commander voice, the combination of his cock sliding into you at a brutal pace and his assertive voice as he whispered into your ear.

The pre-cum leaking out of your untouched cock , you swore you might’ve cummed untouched. You were supposed to stay quiet, it was a unspoken rule you two had clearly set, but you could care less as you practically screamed Mikey’s name. Wasn’t like he was complaining, but your neighbors might..

turning incoherent as his thrusts becoming deeper and harsher, he started to kiss and suck on your neck again.

You were gonna have to hide those in the morning…, not that you were focused on that anymore. Mikey started to stroke your cock up and down, soft long strokes. Torture, but the fast force he was using in your ass was definitely making up for it.

You felt a white sticky liquid inside you, shortly after you felt yourself orgasm as well. “f..fuck sorry.. you feel so good..” he pulled out and grabbed some random rag around your room and cleaned you up.

“Boyfriends?”

you nodded your head as he cleaned you up.

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byima · 2 days

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a sort of mother's day drabble for our otp and for sally jackson, best g-ma in the world. set right after this drabble.

“Hey ma,” Percy announced their return. “Hi,” he lowered his voice, when he took in the scene in their apartment.

Sally was on the couch, Charlie asleep on the cushion next to her.

“Hi hun– Hi sweetheart,” Sally addressed Annabeth, who was bent over in the hall behind him, unbuckling her sandals. “How was it?”

“It was nice.” Percy tossed his keys onto the dining table. “Went to Olive Garden and had their, uh, soup salad thing.”

“The lunch special,” Annabeth explained.

“Yeah. We brought you some soup, the one with gnocchi.”

“You can put it in the fridge for me, thank you.” She sang the last bit as Percy headed into the kitchen to follow instructions.

“Hi,” Sally said for the third time, when Annabeth sat close to her side.

“Thanks for doing this today.” Annabeth crossed her arms over her chest, nudging Sally’s body with her own.

The older woman smiled at her, narrowing her eyes before patting Annabeth lightly on the thigh. “No need to thank me. The gnocchi does the trick.”

“I know, I just…” she chewed her lower lip, then laid her hand over Sally’s. “Hold on, I want to show you something.”

She reached for her bag, which she had tossed by the arm of the couch, softly calling Percy over as she pulled it into her lap.

He was behind them, arms braced against the back of the sofa, by the time she’d located the manilla folder in the clutter of her purse.

Sally had already gone still when she saw the folder, then started crying when Annabeth slid the contents free, one black and white photo after the next.

She covered her crying eyes and leaned into her. Annabeth wrapped both arms around her mother-in-law, returning Percy’s grinning, slightly teary look over Sally’s hunched form.

“I can’t breathe, oh my god,” Sally moaned. “I’m going to pass out.”

“Breathe, ma,” he rubbed her back comfortingly. “We need you alive for this.”

Sally ignored him. “I thought something was going on, I mean, I just knew something was going on, but I didn’t think it would be another baby, so soon.” She sat up.

“So soon?” Sally turned, directing the question at Percy like the timing was his fault alone.

He flushed, even though he knew better. “Um–”

“I’m only eight weeks,” Annabeth clarified.

Sally laid a hand over her heart

“We just found out–I couldn’t keep it from you,” she explained, hardly knowing what she was saying. “It's a bit of a shock for us too.”

Sally looked at Percy again, but this time he laughed.

“I don’t know why you keep looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” She tried to play innocent. “Com’mere.” She held him by the shirt, bringing him down to her level for a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you guys. I love you. I love all the grandchildren you give me.”

“You know you’re the best ma/g-ma in the world.”

“Two little babies,” she crooned.

Charlie started stirring in all the commotion–light sleeper that she was–making fussy noises until her dad rounded the couch and picked her up.

“How are you feeling?” Sally had the ultrasound photos in her hands and was going through them one by one. She brushed her thumb over one image, the developing fetus curled like a lima bean.

Annabeth watched Percy with Charlie, who had decided nap time was over. She clung moodily to her dad, cheek on his shoulder, two fingers in her mouth.

“Really good, health-wise," she answered, eyes lingering on the father-daughter pair taking laps around the living room. "I’m taking things day by day.”

"That's the best thing you can do. Soak up these moments before they're all grown up." Sally followed Annabeth's gaze. "Saving the world and having their own babies."

Annabeth lowered her voice before she mentioned, "He freaked out at the transvaginal ultrasound."

Percy looked at them snorting together and groaned. "The sonographer pulled out a fucking... baton, no warning."

Sally waved him off with a laugh. "Did you cry–you know, when you heard the heartbeat?"

"Like a baby." He grinned at his wife, bouncing Charlie lightly as her eyelids began to flutter closed.

Annabeth nodded to confirm this. "I was worse though. I couldn't even ask her any questions, I was such a bawling mess."

After a long back and forth about sexes and maternity jeans and the probability of colic twice in a row, Sally eventually stood, moved by the hunger that comes with good company. She handed Annabeth her leftover breadsticks before heating her soup.

In the kitchen she leaned against the stove, watching the little family as she waited for the microwave.

Annabeth had tucked her legs up underneath her on the couch. Charlie was still fighting sleep, despite her dad's cajoling. Percy had settled into the space by Annabeth, nodding when she offered him a bite of her food.

She fed him too much at once. He angled his head away to avoid deep-throating the breadstick. She stared, fighting a grin, and he stared back, jaw working hard to chew the mouthful. He shook his head, eyes narrowing at her mischief. Hers crinkled with her smile. Then she leaned over, careful of the baby, and gently kissed him.

#i forced myself to write for the first time in months #consider this a heads up #i'll share the next chapter of tvel soon #1 minute left in california to say happy mothers day so here i go #mypjofic #percy and annabeth #percabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #sally jackson #aka ma aka g-ma

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daisiescomelate · 3 days

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On the rocks

Prompt: pro hero Dynamight finally gets back to his apartment after a long day of work to find the head of the League of Villains drunk and sleeping all over his couch— again.

Content: Katsuki Bakugou/Izuku Midoriya, prohero!Dynamight, villain!Deku, drunk talk, drunk flirting.

Note: prompt from @/book0bsessedd on tiktok.

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Twelve hours of patrol, two assholes that thought themself smarter than the police and one cat getting somewhere where it definitely shouldn't be– later, Katsuki finally arrived at his apartment after a long day of work.

It was close to three in the morning, and there was no amount of caffeine that could keep him up any longer. He was considering skipping his usual shower. It would be blissful if he could scrap out the dirt out of his body, but did he have the strength to stand under the water for a hellful amount of fifteen more minutes? He felt bruised, his palms were itchy, and his leg's muscles kept twitching under his skin begging for some rest.

He took his keys from his pocket and put it on the keyhole, turning it carefully. He tried being as quiet as possible as to not trigger the granny that lived beside him and get yet another complaint from the landlord. That old hag had the hearing of a fucking dog at age of a hundread and something, and was in the top five of Katsuki's pains in the ass.

The door clicked as it unlocked, and he pushed it open slowly, might not the creaking of the door bother the queen of Tower Two.

Once inside, he slipped the strap of his bag with his hero costume out of his shoulder and dropped it on the floor with a thud. The dim blue lights of the bright advertisement screens from the buildings of central Tokyo were enough for Katsuki's tired eyes to see inside the apartment so as to not bump with anything in the dark. Taking into account the threat of the headache that haunted his temples, he decided not to turn on any of the lamps on his way to the bathroom down the hall.

After quickly attending to nature and washing up his hands and face, and the sweat that sticked to the back of his neck, he lazily walked to the living room area ahead. Making dinner this tired was off the table, but he definitely was in need of something to drink. He scratched his hair, fighting the weight of his eyelids as he moved in direction to the kitchen area when something on the edge of his vision called his attention.

Katsuki's instincts kicked in. He froze mid step, turning his head to the right, looking for the source of the movement. Most of the apartment was still immersed in shadows. His body tensed, setting ready for a fight, but he stood still and listened. The movement had come from the living room. Katsuki’s position right behind the edge of the hall was a safe enough blind spot away from the light, if the intruder was not alerted by Katsuki’s sounds while coming in he might have a chance to catch them off guard.

A noise followed, a soft bump against the floor. Katsuki frowned at the idea of a poor bastard showing up to rob a hero’s house, unaware of that hero’s foul mood to top. A ruffle and a louder bump, and this robber already felt like too much of a new baby.

An idea rushed through Katsuki’s tired brain. He pictured a white ball of fluff and cursed internally. There was a neighbor's cat that had the habit of hopping around the building's balconies. Was that thing still willing to mess with him? No matter how hard he tried to spook the thing away, it kept showing up at his apartment as if it owned the place. Katsuki’s eye twitched at the idea of spending the next few days trying to get rid of coats of white fur off his furniture. Again.

It better be someone that’s after the television.

Katsuki made sure to stay in the shadows. He approached in silence, with eyes wide open, actively trying to discern the shapes across the room. He made his way towards the TV area with the couches, the small table and his CD collection.

One.

Step.

At a.

Time.

He was an arm away from the sofa, raising a hand into the air, ready to blow away whoever had decided to intrude in his apartment –cat included. Then he was close enough to stretch his neck up and look over the back of the couch, but before he was able to…

"Mmm." Someone moaned.

And Katsuki knew exactly who it was.

"Son of a bitch." He cursed, secretive be damned.

He lowered his hand. His quiet steps became loud, angry stumps on the wooden floor. He marched around the couch to see the man in a black suit spreading along the cushions with his head resting on the arm of the sofa and one hand falling off the edge holding onto a bottle of whisky.

"Wake the fuck up." He commanded with a stern voice.

The drunkard mumbled some incoherent bullcrap and ignored him.

Katsuki greeted his teeth. He grabbed the sleeping man by the collar with his fist, and pulled him up an inch away from his face. He did so with enough strength and violence as to wake the man out of his stupor and make him open his eyes wide with surprise. Katsuki then spat his next words with murderous intent,

"I SAID. WAKE. UP."

He used the hold he had on the man to pull him off his furniture and into the floor.

The man cried a short scream of pain as his head hit against a low table. The vase and the books that were piled on top of it fell into the floor.

The intruder lifted his hand to hold the top of his head, patting around to look for blood where he received the blow.

"Kacchan, so mean...", the man whined.

"Get the hell out of my house." Katsuki had both hands pressed into fits to his side with knuckles going white and a vein pulsing on his neck. He used all his strength to prevent himself from screaming again.

Probably the old hag was already up. Fuck.

The man sat on his knees on the floor with difficulty, his back facing Katsuki. His shoulders moved under the black silk vest as if they were sour after the landing. The smell of liquor distilled from him and filled the apartment after being swung in the air like that. It stinged at Katsuki's nose and only made his anger grow further. Slim figure on black and white, the man did move and stretched with the smooth motions Katsuki could relate to a cat’s. The way he took his time, slow and uncaring, spoke of his arrogance.

The man looked to the side, his profile just an inch away from the light.

"We haven't seen each other in so long Kacchan, I missed you." The man's smooth voice claimed.

"You pulled out this shit two weeks ago. Get out."

Katsuki looked back at the couch and saw the man’s jacket at the foot of it. He picked it up and threw it over his face. It fell over the man’s head. He immediately pulled it off and let it fall over his lap. His silhouette pulled up a hand to his face, and traced down over his neck and chest. When he seemed to have completed the look for external injuries at Katsuki's manhandling, he turned his whole body to face him.

The colored lights from the streets illuminated the freckled face and the hollowed green eyes that look so out of place on the innocent looking features. This same face replicated on news broadcasts weekly and stared the front page of newspapers even more often, never followed by flattering words.

Deku. Number One on Japan's list of most wanted criminals, leader of 'The League' and most dangerous villain since the downfall of All For One.

And Katsuki's prime pain in the ass.

"No." The head of the list of the most wanted criminals answered with a pout.

Katsuki shook with rage. He stomped to be in front of him and picked him up by the neck again. The drunk shrieked, holding Katsuki's wrist with both hands and looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Don't throw me again Kacchan! It hurts!"

Katsuki held him higher, lifting the man's weight from his feet. He threw daggers at the guy's pathetic cry of mercy, and used his other hand to pat over his clothes.

He traced over the man’s vest and pants, pressing and sliding his palms over the soft material. The clothes were cold to the touch, and their price could be felt on the tip of the fingers. The man twitched and tightened his grip on Katsuki’s wrist. Katsuki moved his hands from his waist up to the side of his ribs and the man arched his back at the contact.

"Ah, Kacchan.” A soft whimper. “What are you doing?" His voice made Katsuki's hand ache with the need to punch him in the face.

If the room were bright enough and he got to see a blush on the man’s face at this exact moment there would be no God he could pray to that could save him from Katsuki splitting his skull open.

"Shut up." He cut him, but it didn't stop the despicable man from wiggling and starting breathing at a weird pace.

"Kacchan—" he called as Katsuki found what he was looking for on one of the pockets of his vest. He took the phone out and let go of the grip of his hand, making the man fall flat into the carpet at his feet.

"Oh..." he complained.

Katsuki ignored him. He walked away from Deku to get closer to the window. He noticed the lock was broken.

Asshole, always messing with my shit. How many locks will I have to replace before you fucking die.

Katsuki thought of looking for the man’s wallet —the one he had felt in his back pocket-– and take what at this point was rightfully his. But before doing that, there was something else he had to get done. He held Deku's phone with both hands and typed the password to unlock it.

As the screen saver popped off he heard the guy’s voice calling him from behind.

"Kacchan, I did miss you but I also came to tell you some good news." Deku dragged his words and tried to push himself to stand out, but if the deaf noise was any indication of anything, it wasn't working for him. Katsuki didn't bother to look in his direction.

He scrolled across the menu and opened the contact list, looking for a particular name. He found it and typed a short message before hitting 'send'.

Pick me up at XX and XX street.

2:47 a.m.

Deku cursed under his breath as he struggled to get up, pushing Katsuki’s table out of the way. The vase that had fallen to the floor rolled to the other side of the room and hit the wall.

The phone dinged and lit up when less than three seconds later came the reply, followed by another three in quick succession.

Dabi

you are going to get us in so much shit one day for going to see that damn hero all the damn time

i swear to god

i'm going to start a fucking strike

i'm on my fucking way.

2:48 a.m.

Katsuki blocked the phone again and turned around to see Deku ultimately getting onto his feet. The guy lifted his head and Katsuki could tell how drunk he was by the way his eyes shined glossy.

"I don't want to hear any news from you." Katsuki replied.

He crossed back the distance that separated them, pulled the neck of the vest making the drunk’s stand wobble, and forced the phone back into his pocket. As he was taking his hand away, it was suddenly grabbed. Hard. Deku held Katsuki's hand with bone breaking strength and moved it to keep it close to his heart.

Katsuki held his features in place not to show how much it actually hurt.

Deku reclined closer to Katsuki's face, moved his other hand to cup one of his cheeks and whispered sweetly to him,

"I got rid of that gang that was bothering you so much."

Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek. The gush of fear running down his back and into the pit of his stomach was an acid warning to be aware around the switch that turned this person into what they actually were. A reminder. This person was dangerous.

He shouldn't be surprised. He knew what gang he was talking about, a bunch of losers that had started a home business of quirk trading. Tracking, kidnapping, and selling people whose quirks could be of interest to creeps all over the country.

"They really had some nasty stuff going on, Kacchan. I'm glad you didn't have to get involved." Deku said.

There was no point in asking how he knew about the case the agency and the federal police had asked him to help with. Katsuki was long used to this guy knowing not much, but everything when it came to him.

"You're not gonna ask me about how I did it, Kacchan~?" Deku sang. His feet wavered and he had to rethink his stand so as not to fall over the carpet again. The motion got him an inch closer to Katsuki’s face.

"I kind of feel like—"

"So what do you want?" Katsuki cut him, knowing to the fact that guy did nothing for the kindness of his heart.

Deku locked eyes with him again and smiled. A drunk smile, the kind that was eerie because the thoughts behind it weren’t clear.

At Katsuki's question Deku gave a step forward, forcing Katsuki to give a step back. Then another, and another. Katsuki followed –prey to the grip that wasn’t budging–, knowing that fighting back might get the psychopath to break his arm all together. In the end, the back of his knees hit the edge of the couch and he was sitting on the cushions. Deku forced him down by sitting his weight over his lap.

Deku finally let go of Katsuki's hand and face. He sat up straight, looking down on him. Katsuki’s muscles spasmed at the scrutiny of what they recognized as a predator. Katsuki’s mind was on their side, but Katsuki’s heart stinged.

Deku’s smile was sweet as he spoke.

"Say 'please' and I'll tell you."

But being frightened would never be enough to make Katsuki play anyone's games.

"Where are the people they abducted and what happened to the assholes?"

"Ah...", Deku seemed to remember something and pulled his head back to look at the ceiling. "The assholes... they had a wall of pictures and info on you. It pissed me off so much. So they are kind of... gone."

"Gone?" This fucker.

"Yeah", Deku lowered his eyes and lifted his thumb to caress the wrinkle that appeared in between Katsuki's eyebrows. "Don't worry about it so much, as you said, they were just assholes."

Katsuki pressed his jaw tight, telling himself it would be a waste of time to try to get more answers about what might have happened to those people. He wasn't sure he wanted to know either.

Memories flashed with the images of corpses on the ground and pools of blood.

A few months back, police got intel on the League’s hideout and Katsuki was called in to take part in the breakin. When they arrived everyone was gone. The mole was dead. And Katsuki didn't know what was worse, that he knew the guy and he actually thought he was cool, or the relief that overcame him when the tight grip on his chest came undone at the sight of the empty basement.

Katsuki pushed that feeling and the revolving memory to the darkest corner of his mind where it belonged, focusing back on the depths of those green eyes.

“What about the victims?”, he asked. Izuku moved his hands to play with the locks of Katsuki's hair, his eyes on the ash blond strands, running them on the tip of his fingers as if hypnotized by them.

“It’s all sorted out~. The hostages are in a warehouse all out of danger. I came to give you the location”, Izuku stopped playing with the hair on his fingers, hugged Katsuki’s neck and said, “In exchange for a kiss~”

“You have finally lost it.”

“Have I?” Katsuki smelled the whiskey on his breath along with a sweet perfume that should not linger around a bloodthirsty villain. “What will Pro Hero Dynamight not do for a defenseless civilian?”

Katsuki bit his tongue and refused to grace him with a response. Izuku brushed a lock of hair away from Katsuki’s face. The man lowered his face so their noses would touch. “Your worst weakness is your kind heart”, he mocked him.

That face, so close, was the thing of his nightmares. The features that hide the ghost of a kid he met in another lifetime.

Katsuki closed his eyes.

The way those eyes had changed, from the glistening green of summer leaves to the darkest shade of a night forest, was a disturbing reminder of what had been lost.

He remembered the night at the camp during his first year at UA. That night while attempting to run and get to safety, he was separated from his group of classmates. He was alone, looking for the path that would take him back to the camp while staying alert to any villain that might intercept him on his way. With his senses heightened out of fear, he could feel the crunching of the fallen leaves as loud as his heartbeat. It’s hard to tell how he heard nothing coming from behind before the voice called for him.

‘Kacchan’.

He turned around to see and the walls of his heart caved in. As much as he had played this scenario on his head since the day Izuku disappeared, he was not by any means thrilled for how the scene had unfold. From all the emotions that flooded him, there was one that was the loudest and the clearest: Izuku had died a long time ago.

Katsuki opened his eyes again, focused on every feature that had changed, and held onto them with all his will. He, the one that had refused to believe Izuku was forever up and gone, switched to grief when everyone else that had known about the kid cried that he was back.

Are they blind? He thought back then. This is someone else on his shell.

“No kiss, no location.” Izuku said with a giggle on top of him.

This person was the only thing that was left of the kid he once met.

“No location, brain injury.” Katsuki answered back.

The only thing he had left of him.

“Kacchan!” he whined.

‘Kacchan!’ Echoed on his mind.

“Shut the hell up, you're going to wake up the neighbors.” He snapped.

Izuku dropped his head over Katsuki’s shoulder and released a loud, frustrated sigh. After a moment of silence, he tightened his embrace around Katsuki’s neck and moved his knees to sit higher into his lap. Katsuki tensed immediately.

“If you try anything weird I swear–”

“Do you ever miss me, Kacchan?” He asked.

Katsuki’s voice died on his lips. His heart was pierced by an emotion he didn't want to name.

Miss Izuku?

For years.

To this day.

“Why are you wasted?” And what was he the one who had to suffer the worst of it every time?

“I was lonely”. His voice was so faint, so fragile. It had a dangerous resemblance with the voice that still lingered on his ear after so many years. The voice that had asked him to play with him in the sandbox and by the river close to their home, the voice that called for him at school and always tailed after him during the breaks.

Those words in that voice were too much to hear.

“What about all your minions? Go bother them.” Katsuki attempted to move away to feel less suffocated but it was no use.

Izuku tangled his fingers around the heat at the back of Katsuki’s head. He pulled his hair slightly and groaned in annoyance.

“My minions don’t shut up about plans, and plans, and plans. They want me to do so many things for them. I’m the one that should be doing the bossing, but they nag me all day long. Think plans by yourself if you’re so smart, idiots.”

He raised his head to look at Katsuki.

“They are so stupid. I have to make backup plan on top of backup plan because they keep messing things up. It's exhausting.”

He let his head drop down again. Katsuki felt the cold tip of his nose tickle his neck.

“What do they want you to plan for?” What the hell do we have to prepare for next?

“A bunch of bullshit.” His voice was muffled by the clothes of Katsuki’s shirt.

Katsuki’s frustration at his answer must had being obvious because he later added,

“Don’t worry Kacchan, I’ll make sure they don’t make too much of a mess.”

“Yeah, it’s not them I have the most worries about.” His voice was tinted by grudge.

In the following questions Izuku’s voice was heard next to his ear. “Why? What did I do?” He sounded genuinely confused.

“...”

Izuku seemed to think harder about the matter and something must have clicked because his tone suddenly turned soothing.

”You meant that thing that happened over the weekend?” He laughed, “Didn’t I tell you they keep messing up all my plans? Those people blew that place on their own. I contained the damage as best as I could.”

Izuku’s fingers moved from his nape to his back to play with the edge of the neck of his shirt.

“I like heroes, Kacchan. I don’t hurt them just because.”

Katsuki felt him scratch over the line of his spine with his nails.

“Is that damn anti hero faction that makes them believe they can think on their own. They’re a pain in the ass.” A hiccup. “Some of the assholes even found one of my merch hideouts and burned it. If I ever find out who it was I’m going to kill them!” Izuku pulled another strand of hair, hard enough to almost rip it off Katsuki’s head. Katsuki had been well aware of his every move, but that took him by surprise.

“For fucks sake–! Lower your voice.” He lifted a hand to hold the hand that was gripping his hair. “And let fucking go off me.”

“But Kacchan–!”

“Enough with the drunk talk, loser!”

In a daze, Izuku was caught by Katsuki’s eyes. He stared, then smile, and the whisky was clear on his voice when he leaned his weight over Katsuki’s chest and said,

“Almost half of my Dynamight merch was in there. I only have a hoody left. And some photocards and some posters. I had to fight so many people to get those.”

“You’re disgusting.”

He giggled.

“I can’t help it. They piss me off sometimes. So many people drooling over your pictures.” He frowned at the memory and seemed to suddenly recall something that had particularly bothered him. “Like that picture of you on the subway!!” He complained and hit Katsuki’s shoulder with his fists in protest.

“Shhh!!!” Katsuki hushed him and held him by the throat in a silent threat.

“They have no right!” Izuku whispered dramatically loud. Another drunk thought and a tender feeling overcame the anger. He smiled, his nose touching Katsuki.

“Other heroes are cool, but Kacchan is my hero.”

How much Katsuki wished the idiot would shut up, delivering stabs to his heart and playing oblivious to it.

‘Kacchan is my hero.’

Nothing could be said with the lump he had on his throat. He trembled at the thoughts of the dreams he had every night, a kid with fear in his eyes and an iron hope in his voice when he stated to the evil people,

‘Kacchan is going to come save me’.

Katsuki's will waivered. That kid in the park that had gone missing. The kid that was all alone there waiting for Kacchan for their play date. But Kacchan decided to ditch him that day to go to the arcade with the other kids. He looked at the man on top of him, at that face that hid the core of all his guilts, and he ached with the need to lift his arms and hold him in place so that face wouldn’t disappear on him again.

What would have happened if he had shown up back then?

Would the kid be safe? Would they both have had the same fate?

Would Katsuki be dead by now too?

But would that mean they could have stayed together?

Katsuki’s only weakness was that kid he left in that park.

‘I'm sorry’ always lingered on his tongue, but sorrys couldn't turn back time.

And still, the words urged to be said, and pushed his lips open on moments like this when those eyes mushed his insides and had his soul begging. ‘I would go back and go with you if I could. I would leave with you if I could.’

But as the words wanted to spill out of his mouth, a sound ripped the veil of the moment.

Izuku frowned at the tune that cut the silence and moved away from Katsuki's shoulder. He sloppily felt around his pockets to look for his phone. He took it out and looked at the screen confused. Katsuki snatched it out of his hand and read the message on the notification bar.

Dabi

im here

where the fuck are you

3:25 a.m.

“Your ride is here, get off of me.” Katsuki pushed Izuku off of his lap. He grabbed the bottle that was still on the floor next to the sofa, walked a few steps to pick up the jacket laying over the carpet, and then held Izuku's arm with a strong grip, dragging him to the window.

Izuku mumbled his protests but Katsuki didn't pay him any mind. When they got to the window, he slammed the bottle on one of Izuku's hands and the jacket in the other, before pushing the window open. He point out and said,

“Get out.”

“But why by the window?”, Izuku complained without complying.

“You got in by the window. And you are not leaving by the fucking door. No villain is is going to get spotted leaving my apartment by the front fucking door.”

Izuku looked away from Katsuki, insulted. He murmured something under his breath. Katsuki could distinguish some of the colorful words that were directed towards him. He put on his jacket before approaching the window. The villain prompted one of his feet to the frame, getting ready to jump, when Katsuki suddenly grabbed him by the collar.

Izuku looked back at him with an angry expression. None of the honey on his eyes remained and Katsuki was targeted with a laser gaze as if he were any other piece of trash on the sidewalk dirtying his shiny fancy shoes.

“Give me the location”, he ordered.

Izuku huffed, laughing at the only man that had the guts to believe he could be ordered around by someone. He shoved his hand under his jacket and took out a wrinkled piece of paper the side of a small notepad before trusting it in Katsuki's hand. He refused to look at Katsuki or honor him with a ‘goodbye’ –not that it would be welcomed– and shoved away the grip that held him from behind.

Katsuki let go of him and didn't say anything more as he saw the villain drop from the tenth floor of the building.

When Izuku was finally out of sight, his body could finally relax.

Katsuki sighed, and closed the window. He was about to lock it when he remembered the broken latch. He clicked his tongue and cursed at the idiot that left once again without paying for the damage he had caused. Giving up to his tired muscles he turned to sit on the floor with his back against the wall.

He gave himself a moment to breathe. When he felt his hands stop shaking he looked for his own phone in his pocket to message his boss while helding Deku’s note still folded on his fingers.

my source hand me another tip

3:46 a.m.

ponytail (boss)

Hit me.

Whoever this person is, one day we will have to condecorate them.

3:48 a.m

#fanfic #fanfiction #bnha #mha #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #izuku midoriya #izuku #deku #villain!deku #bkdk #🍰 -- short fic

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byslantedlight · 1 day

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Hello OFMD Tumblr thingie, and all the amazing people who are out there, and especially the ones who've been making all the posts that have made me so happy over the last few months. 💖💖💖 First and most importantly, thank you, thank you, thank you, to anyone who sees this!

This is my first post to Tumblr (probably pretty obvious from my huge lack of Tumblr sophistication! And the length of this post...) If you don't count reblogging things that I wanted to be able to find again. I've braved up to comment thank you to people a couple of times, but that's been it so far. I must admit it all looks a bit scary from this side of the glass, even though I can also see how friendly people mostly are.

But OFMD fandom is big! And you've been here a long time! I loved Series 1 when I watched it, and knew I wanted to watch out for Series 2, but it wasn't until I re-watched it when the Series 2 trailer came out on BBC iPlayer that I fell veeeery in love with it! And by then you were already here, and there was a language and debates about things I'd barely even noticed, and it's mostly me staring with big eyes thinking wow, and sometimes huh? and... well, you know. Plus there's trying to work out Tumblr, which I definitely haven't actually managed to do yet, and possibly never will, so... I decided to just jump in and post summat. Even just rambling, which is a bit of a specialty of mine... I mean - what's the worst that can happen, right? 😬

So... how come now? Well, I can't make art or gorgeous screenshots or gifs. I do write, but I'm still hanging out to get the right voices in my keyboard... I know them when I hear them, but you've gotta get the right rhythm going, and I'm not quite there yet, I don't think. Although really, I should probably just sit down and try (and stop waiting for work to shut up and give me time - I should be a pirate and take it!)

Anyway (told you about the rambling...) what I'm mostly doing apart from rewatching the eps on a constant loop is reading the fic. I'm picking it according to kudos on AO3, and according to recs that I see on Tumblr, and it's occured to me that alot of the stories I'm loving must have been recced looong ago, and that newbies like me totally missed them, and so maybe I could do my own recs, even if they are of older stories, and someone might find them useful. You know, if I work out how anyone else might ever see my posts. 😁 And if people aren't put off by my probably age-revealing use of emojis. (But I am entirely age-appropriate for Ed and Stede, and if I had to look up what zaddy meant too, well, that just means I matched Rhys Darby's expression in the bts, right? 🤨)

So it's not much, but I'd like to contribute even just a tiny bit to OFMD fandom in return for everything it gives me, so... yeah. That's my plan. I'll start in a bit, but this post is probably already too long since it's just rambling. And kind of dull. I should probably have said tl:dr at the top, shouldn't I, but then maybe anyone who actually saw this wouldn't, so... See, I kind of live in hope. 😊

Okay. Tags next, right? ... ack ... why won't it let me create new tags instead of just using ones from the drop down...? Well, those will have to do for now... maybe someone who sees this will have mercy and tell me how? I'll just be over here being a slight failure at Tumblr... And if you've made it this far (how long is an acceptable post over here?! Not this long, I don't think...) - thank you hugely for just that, and may your dreams be OFMD and joyous!

#ofmd #ofmd fanfic

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green-eyedfirework · 23 hours

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It started with the Morino contract.

No. That was a lie. It really started—not really really, that was the time Nightwing leaned up when Slade was pinning him to the wall and grinned, soft and slow and wicked, and Slade had growled don’t be a tease and Nightwing murmured who said I’m teasing and Slade had half-thought it was a trap, but no, apparently Nightwing’s taste in people that could overpower him ran to villains too—with a lazy morning in Dick’s apartment in Bludhaven.

Slade had been making breakfast, idly watching Dick walk around in a too-big shirt and nothing else, when Dick had gotten a phone call. The lazy mornings were...he didn’t want to say content, but after the third time Dick asked him to stay for breakfast, blue eyes sleepy but bright, and clarified that he wasn’t making it a Thing, Jesus Christ, Slade, I’m not trapping you into a promise ring, it’s just food—they were peaceful. The kid wasn’t a half-bad cook, he definitely didn’t believe in covering clothes, and sometimes Slade even got another fuck before he headed out.

Dick ended his phone call and came back into the kitchen, giving him a wry smile. “You’re going to have to leave. B will be here in ten minutes.”

Slade raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at the cooking hashbrown.

“Don’t be a baby, you can make some more. Or just buy some.” Dick had grabbed his arm and was tugging him out of the kitchen. “What you definitely don’t want is to still be here when Bruce shows up.”

Slade allowed himself to be pulled out, casting a last glance at his hashbrown. “Don’t tell me you’re ashamed of me.”

“Ha. There are several things that Bruce should never know, and that I’m fucking Deathstroke the Terminator is one of them. Shoo.”

“Rude.”

“I’m sorry, do you want Batman on your ass? No? Then I’ll see you later, Slade. And thanks for breakfast!”

“You’re a brat,” Slade collected his stuff—he hadn’t come to Bludhaven for business, so there was only one gun and a couple of knives to grab—and headed for the window. “And I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Because I’m flexible,” Dick grinned at him as he shimmied into a pair of leggings, as delightfully shameless as always, and Slade allowed himself one last look at that ass before leaving.

He didn’t understand the twisting feeling in his stomach.

Dick had done nothing wrong aside from stealing his breakfast, Slade had absolutely no desire to meet Batman, and Slade had just as unceremoniously kicked Dick out from his own safehouses.

It was nothing. He was just hungry. He hunted down food, and put it out of his head.

Until the Morino contract.

Slade didn’t usually take assassination contracts in Bludhaven—best not to rock that particular boat—but he’d followed Morino down from New York City, and he wasn’t going to wait for him to leave just to put a bullet in his head. Besides, the way his luck went, Morino would end up fleeing to Gotham, and Slade was not dealing with the Bats.

The setup was easy—he took position, unpacked and assembled his rifle, waited. And took the shot.

He was halfway through disassembly when he heard the whine of a grapple.

“You chased someone into my city,” Nightwing was stalking forward, all furious lines, “to kill them?!”

Slade made a show of glancing around. “I don’t see your name on it,” he said dryly, palming his knives as he rose up.

“Real cute,” Nightwing snarled, slipping his escrima free.

“Next time I’ll take them outside city limits to spare your delicate sensibilities,” Slade drawled.

Nightwing growled and lunged, Slade met his attack, and the familiar motions of a fight began. Just when Slade was starting to suspect that Nightwing was actually pissed and this fight wasn’t foreplay, Nightwing made an inarticulate sound and practically smashed their faces together, kissing Slade like he was trying to devour him.

That, Slade could get behind, and he let the niggling question go as he matched Nightwing’s intensity.

~#~

Slade slipped out before Dick woke up—not an unusual occurrence, but certainly rarer over the past few months—and told himself it was because he didn’t want to deal with Nightwing’s whining over Slade killing someone in his city.

~#~

It was a lot harder to excuse his avoidance of Bludhaven. He rationalized it by saying he was giving Dick time to cool down—except Dick had made no indication of being angry after the fight, he’d cuddled up to Slade without only a sleepy yawn after the fuck, and Slade wasn’t sure why he was suddenly so uncertain with the state of their relationship.

They had sex. Great sex. Sleeping afterwards, well, that was just comfortable, and breakfast in the morning was a bonus. Their respective jobs had never gotten in the way before—Dick hadn’t made any mention of ground rules outside of sex, didn’t care. It was just sex.

He could almost see Wintergreen’s raised eyebrow when he kept passing up contracts on the Eastern Seaboard.

#my snippets #sladick #slade catches feelings first #he wants a refund

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vivwritesfics · 1 day

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Wishing, Wanting, Yours For The Taking

Chapter One

Childhood sweethears, Rhett Abbott and Wayne Tillerson's daughter know they can't be together. After eight years of secretly making things work, Rhett knows he wanted to put a ring on her finger. But one night of drinking and Perry's temper has to ruin everything

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Warnings: canon typical violence

Patricia Tillerson must have known she was going to leave her family. Why else would driving onto the Abbott ranch, climbing out of her car and marching towards their house?

The families didn't exactly see eye to eye. They may have been neighbours, but they heavily disliked each other. Patricia had no reason to be knocking on their door, especially not at this time of night.

When Cecilia pulled open the door and saw Patricia Tillerson standing there, she knew exactly what it was about. Patricia wore her tight lipped smile as she looked at Cecilia. She pulled her expensive furs tighter to her body.

"Cecilia," she said. Normally she'd have one of the boys with her, Trevor or Luke. But not this time. Not when she knew she was leaving. "Is she here?"

Cecilia stepped to the side, allowing Patricia into her home. She knew exactly what Patricia was talking about. Cecilia stopped herself from looking towards the stairs, to where she knew Rhett was in his bedroom.

"Come and have a drink," Cecilia offered.

As she and Patricia talked, seventeen-year-old Rhett Abbott was in his room, laying on his bed, holding her against his chest. Rhett's voice was soft as he told her his dreams of bull riding. Her fingers were against his chest, dancing over the spot where he wanted to get his tattoo.

She could feel her eyes drooping as she listened to his steadily beating heart. "Rhett," she said quietly, interrupting him. But Rhett didn't mind. He looked down at her as she went to pull away. "I need to go home."

"Five more minutes," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

But she shook her head, pulled away from him, and grabbed her clothes from the floor. She pulled on her shirt and jeans and climbed back onto the bed to kiss his soft lips. "I'll see you tomorrow, cowboy," she whispered and walked over to his window.

Downstairs, Patricia looked at the drink Cecilia had poured for her. Not that she'd drink something so cheap. "I don't want my daughter around your son," she said, legs crossed at the knee, sitting straight.

Cecilia let out a huff. "They're kids, Patricia. You try and force them apart, they're just going to find their way back to each other." She picked up her whiskey and downed it in one go.

"I don't care," Patricia said, frankly. "If I catch him near her again, my boys will have something to say about it."

Rhett watched as she pulled open his window. As much as he hated it when she left, he loved watching her climb out of the window. But, this time, she paused.

"Shit!" She hissed, dropping to the floor. Rhett's face was set in something of a frown as he watched her. "My mothers car is out there."

She'd never been caught sneaking out to see Rhett Abbott before. But it was no surprise that it had finally happened. Rhett joined her at the window and looked out at Patricia's far too expensive car. "What the fuck is she doing here?" He asked, squinting into the darkness.

He shook his head, pushed her hair back and climbed back onto his bed. "Might as well join me up here until she leaves," he said and patted the small space beside him.

How could she say no to that? She climbed onto his bed and tucked herself into his side, his arm immediately wrapping around her. Her fingers moved over his chest and down his stomach, defined from years of helping his father.

"I can't believe I almost left without saying I love you," she mumbled and looked up at him.

Rhett squeezed her closer and kissed the top of her head. "So horrible to me," he mumbled and grabbed her chin, tilting her face towards his own.

She hadn't meant to climb on top of him for the second time that night. Her legs were on either side of his hips as she leaned down to kiss him. Her lips moved across his jaw and down to his neck.

But they didn't get much further than that.

The door flew open and the pair of them jumped away from each other. If it had just been Royal or Cecilia or even Perry, it wouldn't have been as much of a problem. But it wasn't any of the Abbott family.

Patricia Tillerson shouted her daughter's name as she jumped away from Rhett. "Mom!" She tried, straightening her shirt.

"You're not to see that boy anymore!" Patricia grabbed her daughter's shoulder and pulled her out of Rhett's bedroom. She kept a hold of her as she moved her through the house, marching her out of the Abbott's house and to her car.

Rhett grabbed his shirt from the floor and ran after them. But he didn't get very far before Patricia was pulling her into the car and speeding off, away from the Abbott ranch. "Mom," she tried, but Patricia wasn't hearing it.

She and Rhett thought they'd been doing a good job of hiding things. At seventeen they thought they knew better than everyone else. They wanted to be together, no matter what.

They got a lot more secretive. No more sneaking into each other's rooms late at night, no more flirting where the Tillerson property met the Abbott property. They had to pretend they didn't know each other.

When Rhett started riding bulls, she was there. The Abbott's would have welcomed her if she sat with them, but she kept herself hidden away, couldn't risk word reaching her brothers or her father.

Because her mother had left. She had gone, but she still had that hold over her daughter, the one that stopped her from being with the man she loved, was still there. She was still holding her captive.

When they were twenty four, Rhett decided he wanted to marry her. He wanted to buy her the best rock he could and put it on her finger. As much as Rhett wanted the permission of her father, it was something he knew he'd never get. Especially with how tensions were between their family.

That was how she found herself at the rodeo, hidden from view as she watched Rhett. It always made her nervous, watching the bull toss him around like he was a ragdoll. But it was Rhett's dream. After eight long and not easy years together, she'd support him no matter what.

She bit down on her knuckle as she waited. Her breath was baited, quickly glancing towards the Abbott family. They must have known she was there, must have known she was watching Rhett. How couldn't they, when he kept looking at her?

The Abbott's were sat near to her brothers. If she had known that Luke, Trevor and Billy were going to be there, she wouldn't have bothered to come to the stands. She would have waited by Rhett's truck to wrap him in a kiss the moment he came towards her. But now she was here, and now he had seen her, she wasn't going anywhere.

And then, it began. The gate opened and Twister, a psycho of a bull, came charging out of the gate with Rhett on his back. Her anxiety skyrocketed, watching as Twister tossed her boyfriend, the man she loved, about.

His hand was in the air, hat one within seconds. Scratch that, milliseconds. And, before she knew it, Rhett was tossed from the top of the bull. Fuck, was that enough to make it through?

She watched as Royal approached the fence separating him from his son. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't. Instead she backed away from the stands, away from where her brothers were sitting, and headed over to Rhett's truck.

From her view she could see as the rest of the Abbott's spoke him him. No matter the outcome of the ride, they were going to be proud of him.

Rhett's family dynamic was far from perfect, but it was still better than being a Tillerson. Wayne didn't want a daughter. She was the family burden in her fathers eyes. And to her mother, when she was around. To Luke and Trevor, she was Princess Tillerson, and they'd protect her with everything they had. It was patronising sometimes, the way they treated her like a child.

To Billy, she was just his little sister. That was why he was her favourite.

Stetson back on his head, Rhett walked over to her. He'd seen Maria Olivares watching him, had offered her a small wave. There was a time when he'd had a crush on her, but the woman he loved was waiting for him by his car.

He couldn't help but take a minute to admire her as she picked at her nails. She hadn't noticed him walking towards her yet, still expecting him to be in the ring. But then Rhett was in front of her, pulling her into his arms. "Rhett!" She cried, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him everywhere but his face. "You did so good out there."

He smiled a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes and pressed his lips to the top of her head. "It won't be enough to advance," he mumbled, and she tightened her hold on him.

"How's your shoulder?" She asked, tender fingers touching him there.

Rhett shrugged, but even that had him wincing. She kissed his neck, where she could reach, as he held her tight. "You'll be at my next round, right?"

"Of course, baby," she whispered.

Even in the busy parking lot, it was just them. Her and Rhett, nobody else, wrapped up in their own little worlds. It was easy to get like that when they held each other, appreciating the little bit of time they had to be alone.

Suddenly Rhett was looking past her. "Your brothers are coming," he mumbled.

"Kiss me then, cowboy."

Now, this might sound a little counter intuitive. They didn't want their families knowing, so why was she asking Rhett to kiss her right here, in the view of her approaching brothers? It was genius, actually. His hat would hide their faces; she'd look like nothing more than some buckle bunny to her brothers.

So, Rhett kissed her. He kissed her with that same ferocity he always did, the kind that took her breath away. He kept a hold of her, kept her on her own two feet as he stole the breath from her lungs. Kissing Rhett was like kissing nobody else.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips. They'd had eight years worth of 'I love you's', but it would still never be enough, not for the two of them.

She tugged at his longer locks and pushed them behind his ear. "I love you too," she whispered. "But I got to go."

Her brothers had driven to the rodeo with her, but they didn't know she was watching Rhett. They had simply assumed that she'd been talking with her friends instead of actually watching the rodeo.

Rhett kissed her once again, a kiss that made her knees weak and her head dizzying. He let her go after that, and she quickly straightened herself out before running after her brothers.

"Did you see Rhett Abbott?" They were laughing as she caught up with them.

Trevor laughed as he helped her into the truck. She didn't laugh, as her brothers climbed in around her. They kept her sandwiched between them as they drove away, drove back to their home.

The Tillerson Ranch, which felt cold and empty. It always had done, even before her mother left. Maybe it was the collection of stuffed animals that surrounded her place, maybe it was the fact that her father hated her.

Through the night she combatted the loneliness that came with being a Tillerson by texting Rhett. Rhett, who was in a bad mood after that day's ride, but wouldn't put that on her. Rhett, who slept in his truck because sometimes his own family issues got to be too much.

Rhett, who she only got five minutes with. Those five minutes, they weren't enough. They'd never be enough, and they both knew it.

So, when Billy patted the back of his ATV and the four of them set off for where their own land met the Abbott's. (Actually, they'd gone to the Abbott house first. How long had it been since she'd crept inside? Cecilia knew she was there every time; she and Rhett hadn't been very quiet when they were younger. But the Abbott boys weren't there, so they set off elsewhere).

The Abbott family knew about her and Rhett, or about their past, at least, but she was almost certain her brothers didn't know anything. That was the only reason she felt comfortable clinging to Billy as they drove.

When the Abbott men came into view, they stopped and jumped from their horses. Billy stopped his ATV long enough for her to jump off and Luke and Trevor climbed off of their own. In typical Billy fashion, he rode around singing while the others tried to conduct business.

Her hands were in her pockets as she tried to give Royal and Perry her politest smile. Rhett hadn't taken his eyes off of her since she arrived. "Boys," Royal called. He gave her a nod, which was indicator enough that he did know about her relationship with Rhett. But this wasn't the place for it. "How'd your dad's surgery go?"

"Fine, thanks," said Luke as he approached the fence keeping the two families separate. He stopped, sandwiching her between himself and Trevor. Okay, maybe they did know something. "Just wanted to come by and..."

"Came knocking on your door," Trevor interrupted. It was incredible how much he reminded her of her mother. "Cecilia said you lost a few?"

She couldn't help but stare at Rhett as he approached. The leather chaps, the too big belt buckle, the gloves. This was the side of Rhett she only got to see in pictures, in those rare moments he'd text her on his work day. It was a mouth watering sight, but she pulled herself together.

He wasn't looking at her, anyway. His glare was moving from Luke to Trevor. (Now that they were close, Rhett couldn't bring himself to look at her. For, if he did, it would have given everything away. He almost lost her once when they were seventeen, he wasn't prepared to do it again.)

"Yeah, we'll find them," said Royal. "Appreciate your concern." (Rhett couldn't stop his eyes from slipping. It was for a split second, but even a split second couldn't stop the anger from melting away from his face. It was quickly replaced). "What can we do for you?"

She didn't know what her brothers wanted with the Abbott's. She'd jumped on the back of that ATV at the mention of them. There was just that part of her that had been so desperate for more than five minutes with Rhett, even if it was staring at him from across the fence.

She didn't know about the piece of paper in Luke's pocket. She didn't know about the property line. She didn't know about the thirty days before the Tillerson's took the Abbott family to court.

Her reaction must have given her away, that much was clear by the way Royal chuckled. "All Right. What's this really about? Water rights? Drilling?"

Luke took his hat from his head as he shook it. "It's just business, that's all."

"What it is, is horseshit, and you know it," Rhett suddenly spat as he pulled the yellow glove from his hand. He hated the Tillerson family for a number of reasons. But seeing her stood there, hands shoved into her pockets while she listened to all of this? It was a reminder that she was one of them.

It was some modern day Romeo and Juliet bullshit.

"Look, I'll be honest, I don't get it either. But something set a fire in my dad, and here we are," Luke replied. The dynamic between the Tillerson siblings was so clear in that moment. Luke was the level headed one, the one who just did whatever his daddy asked of him. Billy was the airhead, Trevor was fuelled by anger and aggression and she was quiet, not even a part of the conversation. "You wanna talk to hi-"

"No, no," Trevor suddenly cut in. "There's nothing to negotiate here, Luke." He stood tall, puffed out his chest. He looked like a right prick. "That letter is straight from the country assessor himself. The fact of the matter is, y'all are gonna lose some land." He snatched the letter from Luke and passed it over the fence to Royal.

When Trevor left her side, she felt herself finally breathing. Still she stared at Rhett, begging that for him to see how little she had to do with this.

"That's all above board," said Luke as Royal read over the letter. "I'll talk to my dad, see what he says," he said over Trevor's shouting. "I know your whole family's been through a lot." He cast his gaze over to Perry. "Like I said, it's... just business."

Luke turned around, headed back to his ATV. "Princess!" Trevor shouted. "Get on here!"

"I'm gonna walk!" She called back, still looking at the Abbott's.

"C'mon, that's gonna take forever. Hop on," he said, driving his ATV in front of her. "Now."

Finally, she looked away from Rhett and the rest of the Abbott family, sending her brother a nasty glare. "Trevor! I'm going to walk!"

Her brothers seemed to get the idea. Finally, they drove away on their ATV's heading back to the Tillerson ranch.

She waited until they were out of view before she turned to the Abbott's. "I had no idea that was going to happen," she said, stepping up to the barbed wire fence. But, before she could touch it, Rhett gently pushed her back, keeping her away from the fencing.

"It's okay," he said gently. His finger brushed over her cheek and she leaned into him. "I know you didn't."

Rhett pressed his own body against the barbed wire fence. It cut into his shirt, no doubt, but he had to be close to her, and he wasn't going to let her touch her skin to the fence. "I can speak to my dad, but I don't think it'll do much to help."

The Abbott family must have known about them. Royal and Perry had no reaction when Rhett leaned over the fence and kissed her sweetly, tenderly. "I love you," he whispered, his lips still touching hers with every word.

"I love you, Rhett."

He looked past her, just like he had at the rodeo, and stepped back. "Your brothers are coming back," he said and she, too, stepped away from the fence. She shoved her hands into her pockets and set off, heading towards her brothers.

Rhett watched her go as he climbed into the saddle. The way his dad and his brother were looking at him, it was so clear this didn't come as a surprise. "I'm gonna put a ring on her finger," he said as he pulled his gloves back onto his hands.

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