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archive blog. Ames | 21 years | She/Her . Artist! House of Leaves iceberg with 20 thousand psychological contingencies.

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☀️FNAF DCA x Y/N Fic Recs🌑

All of them are DCA x Reader[romantic/queerplatonic]. NSFW fics at the bottom (I like those that have plot and/or have fluff <3)

Inspired by: Pillowspaces' DCA Fic Recs.

I've read them all and I love them all sO MUCH

Click on the author's name to view more artwork/content of the fic's au!

If you see your fic, you can ask for it to be removed.

PLEASE check each fics tags before reading them.

Last updated: 14/Nov/2025 [Total: 28 fics]

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☀️Solar Lunacy by BamSara (AO3 account required)

Samebody!Sun/Moon/Eclipse x Staff!Reader

~~ [AU & Designs: @bamsara]

You weren't a technician, you weren't a security guard, you weren't a daycare assistant. You're just an employee. Staff. The ‘jack-of-all-trades’ employee with mediocre at best skills and specialty in none, tasked with doing miscellaneous jobs that robots couldn't do and human staff couldn't care to. The job is unpredictable, but it pays good and it's relatively easy.

Except for the part where all the animatronics are more sentient than you thought, and you're roped into a mystery surrounding the Daycare Attendants, who are bit too curious about you for your liking.

You don't think this was in your employee contact.

| Words: 225,814 | Chapters: 16/?

🌑Love, Death and Rollerskates by Spadillelicious

Rollerskater!Sun, Janitor!Moon, Metalstar!Eclipse x Staff!Reader

~~ [AU & Designs: @spadillelicious]

After moving to Crescent City in the 80s, you pick up a job at the local roller rink Party Planet. Ironic, considering roller skating is definitely not one of your talents.

On the bright side, you get to work with the friendly Sun. On the other hand, you also have to interact with the gruff janitor and security guard Moon on a daily basis.

But when staying after hours one day, despite being strictly instructed not to, you find out a terrible secret that changes everything you knew about Sun, Moon and Crescent City forever.

| Words: 98,091 | Chapters: 18/?

☀️Celestial Sundown by clutterspace

God!Sun, God!Moon, God!Eclipse x Human!Reader

~~ [AU & Designs: @pillowspace]

There was something slumped beneath a tree, and you had no idea what it was. The sunlight shone brighter where it laid, despite the leaves above not differing from any of the other foliage.

It was such a small thing to notice in comparison to everything else, but it brought a small hysterical giggle out past the lump in your throat as it finally clicked in place what you were seeing.

It was a god.

You are a peasant living in the middle of the woods, Sun is the god of day you brought back home with you, and Moon is the god of night tucked away in the Celestial Realm.

| Words: 83,805 | Chapters: 7/?

🌑In Deep Dreams Between the Waves by NaffEclipse (AO3 account required)

Mermaid!Eclipse x Human!Reader

~~ [AU: @naffeclipse. Designs: naffeclipse, @deliasmoothie]

You see a fish, but the fish isn’t really a fish, because he looks up at you with big yellow eyes, wide with fright. Large black pupils dart around frantically. He’s small, less than half your size, which surprises you. You know mers are supposed to be big sea monsters that sink boats or cause storms, but you don’t see a monster. You think of a baby while staring at his chubby round face, creased with fear, and his small tail.

| Words: 55,644 | Chapters: 5/5

☀️Song Fish Amid the Stars by NaffEclipse (AO3 account required)

Mermaid!Sun, Mermaid!Moon x Human!Reader

~~ [AU: naffeclipse. Designs: naffeclipse, deliasmoothie]

This is a type of sequel to In Deep Dreams Between the Waves.

A pang hits your heart, going out to the little fish struggling to escape the cruel and entrapping lagoon.

But they look like mers. Sea monsters.

| Words: 69,362 | Chapters: 6/6

🌑Sleuth Jesters by NaffEclipse (AO3 account required)

Detective!Sun, Detective!Moon, MafiaBoss!Eclipse x Vigilante!Reader

~~ [AU: @sunnys-aesthetic, naffeclipse. YN,Sun&Moon Designs: sunnys-aesthetic. Eclipse Design: naffeclipse, deliasmoothie]

“If I may, Detectives, I believe that the score is set at a tie on how many times you’ve both let me slip away under your watch.” You grin at the sun and moon like faces of your opponents in this game of cat and mouse. The narrow slice of Detective Moon’s gaze becomes threatening, where Detective Sun curls and uncurls his fingers in anticipation of whatever scheme you’re concocting.

| Words: 174,134 | Chapters: 15/15

☀️Pisces Caelestis by S_V

Mermaid!Sun, Mermaid!Moon x Human!Reader

~~ [AU & Designs: @sortvaniliekrans]

Underneath the glowing eyes, a great maw opened to hiss at you, baring several rows of needle-like fangs, wicked looking and sharp and also glowing in the blacklight. As the thing hissed, the cries started up again, more frantic this time, and accompanied by- it almost sounded like scratching?

And it was coming from behind you.

The bleeding creature had never been the one wailing.

| Words: 76,588 | Chapters: 13/?

🌑Wintersweet Spirit by NaffEclipse (AO3 account required)

Winterspirit!Sun x Human!Y/N

~~ [AU: naffeclipse. Designs: naffeclipse, @berrythefish]

Your visit to a beautiful, tucked-away mountain town leaves you curious about the beliefs of a mythical beast who watches over the peaks and snowy ranges. An ill-advised trek toward the summit sends you tumbling directly into the mythical beast's domain as you must accept his guiding hand to endure the harsh mountaintop.

He is power and brightness, and the only one who can carry you through the snow.

| Words: 34,212 | Chapters: 3/3

☀️Celestial Omens by BamSara

Siren!Sun, Siren!Moon x Human!Reader

~~ [AU & Designs: bamsara]

When you are ten years old, you find two creatures, bloodied and injured, trapped a net on the beach near your home. You save them, make friends with them, and return them to the sea, leaving you to wonder later if your friends with the Sun colored scales and fins that shone like the full Moon were real or imagined up by a childhood of loneliess.

Time passes. You hear stories of monsters, Sirens in the water, one that is a good omen if spotted, promising your safe voyage as long as you respect the rules of the ocean, and one that sinks ships and eats people for fun. Just folktales meant to scare children.

A decade later, they return the favor, though they don't plan on leaving you so easily this time.

| Words: 36,318 | Chapters: 3/?

🌑Sources of Light by JackOfAllRabbits (AO3 account required)

Alien!Sun x Alien!Moon x Human!Y/N x Alien!Eclipse

~~ [AU & Designs: @maudiemoods]

Space has always seemed so far away until now...

Your life was mundane and simple; work, eat, and sleep. Taking small joys as they come to you and trying not to worry. Then, a summer night like any other takes a dramatic turn when you encounter a pair of aliens who had not anticipated meeting a human. In a panic you find yourself swept away onto their ship and now must navigate a universe of unknowns, starting with your strange abductors and the secrets surrounding them.

| Words: 120,077 | Chapters: 15/15

☀️Signs of Life by JackOfAllRabbits (AO3 account required)

Alien!Eclipse x Scientist!Y/N

~~ [AU & Designs: maudiemoods, @jackofallrabbits]

A new scientist has been hired to the Faz Co. research facility in the heart of the desert where any number of secrets can be kept. You are full of curiosity and are especially interested in a particularly fascinating subject that Faz Co. is holding.

A certain dangerous alien. Will you get too close for comfort? Is it worth the risk?

This fic is something of a sequel fic to Sources of Light and will revolve around Eclipse. This fic can stand on its own but there might be mention of past events.

| Words: 127,034 | Chapters: 13/?

🌑Cryptid Sightings by NaffEclipse (AO3 account required)

CryptidinAnimatronic!Sun/Moon x CryptidHunter!Y/N

~~ [AU: naffeclipse. Designs: naffeclipse, deliasmoothie]

Perhaps this would scare a person, being all alone in the woods in the dark, but not you. You’re too intertwined with the paranormal and inexplicable. It’s in your blood. That doesn’t mean your heart won’t pound with terror when you face something with fangs and hungry eyes for flesh, but you don’t run away, and that’s what matters most.

You will face the monsters.

| Words: 253,823 | Chapters: 21/21

☀️What the Tide Keeps by Cipher_the_Sidhe

Mer!Sun, Mer!Moon x MerHandler!Y/N

~~ [AU & Designs: @cipher-the-sidhe]

Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Mega Water World, the premier aquarium in the world! Enjoy our state-of-the-art rides and attractions, our dazzling animal performances, and prepare to be amazed by the stars of our show: live mers!

You are a mer handler at the illustrious Mega Water World. Or, you were, until something happens to the mer in your care and FazCo buries it all under red tape. Driven by grief and guilt, you team up with a fellow handler to uncover and bring to light the company’s unethical practices surrounding the mysterious mers they keep on display.

But what do you do when your search for the truth brings you face to face with two abandoned mers wasting away in the ruins of one of FazCo's old holding facilities? The mers are hurt and scared, but you are determined to make up for your past failure. You are going to take care of them, even if it kills you. And with two traumatized mers to contend with, it just might.

| Words: 36,072 | Chapters: 3/?

🌑Charm Brought It Back by NaffEclipse

Witch!Sun, Witch!Moon, Witch!Eclipse x Human!Y/N

~~ [AU: naffeclipse, jackofallrabbits. Designs: naffeclipse, jackofallrabbits, deliasmoothie]

The boys star as the witchy brothers who return once a fated reader lights the starry candle. They simply must show their gratitude!

| Words: 26,680 | Chapters: 5/5

☀️Of Fools in Gilded Masks by CloudyVoid, CrazedAuthor (AO3 account required)

RoyalJester/Prince!Sun, RoyalJester/Prince!Moon x Princess!Y/N

~~ [AU: @head-in-the-icloud, @crazedauthor. Designs: head-in-the-icloud]

When you're invited to the Kingdom of Pleiades to try and woo Prince Sun or Prince Moon's hands in marriage along with many other suitors, you are less than enthused.

During your stay however, you get acquainted with their court jesters Dawn and Dusk; two performers with such wild personalities much different to that of royalty. Dawn with their bubbly personality and quick witted jokes, Dusk with their small pranks and sleepy like attitude. You can't help but want to spend time with them instead of the princes you now avoid.

If only you knew that Dawn and Dusk, Prince Sun and Prince Moon, were one in the same.

| Words: 20,692 | Chapters: 2/?

🌑Apex Polarity by NaffEclipse (AO3 account required)

SirenOrca!Eclipse x Photographer!Y/N

~~ [AU: naffeclipse. Designs: naffeclipse, deliasmoothie]

In the Arctic, all is beautiful and cold and lethal. You tread over ice and underneath, a dark, powerful siren stalks you. Though you try to resist, you succumb to the lure of the mer and his decision to have you.

How do you survive an apex predator?

| Words: 125,998 | Chapters: 12/12

☀️Long Road Ahead by bubbiesaur

Samebody!Sun/Moon/Eclipse x Human!Reader

~~ [AU & Designs: @bubbiethesaur]

You didn't want a PleasureBot. You didn't need a PleasureBot. But here you were staring at a box from PleasureWorks (subsidiary of Fazbear Entertainment) and cursing your aunt. Just because you were alone doesn't mean you were unhappy. At least that's what you told yourself.

But when you open the package, you get a lot more than you bargained for. There's a long road ahead for the three of you...as long as you survive the first night.

| Words: 206,115 | Chapters: 18/?

🌑(Don't) Fear the Reaper by muzzle

CampCounselor!Sun, CampCounselor!Moon x Human!Reader

~~ [AU & Designs: @muzzlemouths]

Ten years after the tragedy that befell Camp Cosmo, something stirs in the woods, growing restless. A simple phone call embroils you in the fate of six guilty counselors, haunted by their past and a vengeful shadow that won't soon let them forget.

Your own innocence is called into question when friends become enemies, placing a target on your back, and you're met with a choice: play along, or become the next victim.

| Words: 61,870 | Chapters: 7/10

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☀️Product Testing by Bearitt

Samebody!Sun/Moon x Staff!Reader

You’re not exactly sure why you were chosen for this specific task they gave you, other than that you basically signed your life away in the fine print of your work contract and can’t really refuse what they ask of you but nonetheless it still makes you wonder. 

| Words: 2,152 | Chapters: 1/1

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🔞The Pizzaplex Nighttime Mechanic by crickyluv

Same body!Sun/Moon, Glitch!Eclipse x Mechanic!Reader

~~ [AU: @crickyluv. Sun Design: crickyluv. Eclipse,Moon Design: crickyluv, deliasmoothie]

You finally got the job as the nighttime mechanic at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex! Unfortunately, you get a double shift. At least you get to spend time fixing the animatronic you knew best: Sun!

This is a slow burn that eventually turns into NSFW. There is a TON to get to before the spice comes.

| Words: 223,793 | Chapters: 49/?

🔞I Watched You Become a Stranger & How to Lure a Handler by IcedMetalTea (AO3 account required)

Mer!Sun, Mer!Moon x Handler!Y/N

~~ [AU & Designs: @icedmetaltea]

You work at one of the few aquariums cleared to house merfolk as a handler for twin mers who live in a sort of petting pool targeted at kids, as they've proven to be harmless to humans through the years. You spend your days taking care of them and supervising their interactions with the public.

You arrive at the exhibit for your early morning shift and, as you prepare for the day's visitors, the automatic door to the room malfunctions and slams shut while you're inside. You find yourself trapped with no sources of food, and the two creatures who have a very big appetite.

| Words: 14,041 | Chapters: 2/2

🔞Demon support by Megafacts

Demon!Sun x Demon!Moon x Human!Reader

~~ [AU: @megafactuals. Designs: megafactuals, deliasmoothie]

You decide to try and summon a demon to destroy the world as a big bang to end all of humanity. Then earn the lavish life you wanted when you went to hell.

Instead you get two small demons who say they can satisfy your very desire, except the desire you called them for.

Bull. Shit.

| Words: 10,801 | Chapters: 2/?

🔞Love for the endangered by Megafacts

Seahorse!Sun x Seahorse!Moon x Researcher!Y/N

~~ [AU: @megafactuals. Designs: megafactuals, deliasmoothie]

You worked as a researchers for endangered species at a sanctuary.

One day, two of the newly discovered seahorse merfolk species come into the sanctuary after being caught in a net left in the ocean. Instead of releasing them back to the wild, the upper ranks at the sanctuary decide to use them for a breeding program.

Over the next few months you must decide to help your new friends escape or force them to spend their first mating cycle trapped inside of the sanctuary.

| Words: 28,299 | Chapters: 2/2

🔞We Can Serve You Better, Than They Can by Bearitt

RoyalGuard!Sun x RoyalGuard!Moon x Princess!Y/N

~~ [AU & Designs: @flusteredfools]

It wasn’t your fault, none of it was but you were the one who was punished and both Sir Sun and Sir Moon hated that. It was the King’s affair with the Sorcerer that caused your unfortunate fate. He played with the wrong heart, made too many promises with no intent to keep them; and you, kind, sensitive, beautiful, youngest of seven royal children, last in line to the throne, originally the King’s favorite child, you took the punishment.

A curse of lust, only to be cured by someone who truly loves you for more than what lies skin deep filling you up entirely; true love, they scoff. Every day as the sun sets, your body lights with an inner fire, every touch you feel feels hundreds times more sensitive to you and you yearn and beg for someone to hold you, fill you and ease the flames you feel burning inside.

In the King’s attempt to keep his secret and your curse hidden, he built you your own annex; a few trusted servants, staff and just you, furthest away from everyone else until you were able to find your true love and lift the curse. 

| Words: 26,266 | Chapters: 5/5

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🔞Reeling You In by BrainrotObsessions

Mer!Sun, Mer!Moon x Handler!Y/N

As their handler, Sun and Moon relentlessly attempted to court you, often in ways that just came out needy, as cute as it was. As much as you loved them, you constantly had to hold back from returning those affections. But over time, it was slowly cracking away at your resolve.

A new tactic is what finally gets you to break.

| Words: 12,965 | Chapters: 2/2

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🔞Tempting the Stars by H_Grail

SamebodyAndroid!Sun/Moon/Eclipse x Technician!Y/N

You’re a Repair Technician that lives at the Pizzaplex, nothing weird about that. The days are filled with the hustle of making sure that the characters are in tip-top shape, well all the characters except for the Daycare Attendant.

You’ve never seen them and they have their own tech, but what happens when suddenly that tech has to take an indefinite leave of absence and you are the one that is responsible for filling in the position?

| Words: 45,815 | Chapters: 7/7

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🔞Firstborn by SmolKiwii

FlowerFairy!Sun x Human!Y/N

A terrible disease had ravaged the country, claiming the lives of many people. All you had left was your little sister Cassie. Unfortunately, she too has fallen ill. Your hope for a cure is via contract with the Lord of Flowers. Only a life can pay for a life.

In other words: Trope where the fairy asks for your firstborn to be his- literally.

| Words: 28,502 | Chapters: 4/4

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🔞Killing You with Kisses While They Get the Knife by crickyluv

SlasherHuman!Sun x SlasherHuman!Moon x Human!Y/N

Soleil and Atlas found college bemusing. It wasn't any better than high school. People were awful, people save for you. When they snapped, they came up with how to fix everything. Punish the cruel and unjust, save the kind and merciful. Never hurt you. Even if you somehow got in the way, they couldn’t hurt you.

People laughed at them, so why not dress up as jesters? Clowns that would get the last laugh. Code names Sun and Moon. Guns were so unclassy, neither one would use one if they could avoid it, but a machete and an axe with knives as backups seemed just perfect for them. They had no time to waste. They were late for a party.

| Words: 194,216 | Chapters: 26/?

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SMALL IMPORTANT EXTRA NOTE

If you have any fic you wish to recommend me, please do! Though that will not guarantee it entering this list. And do consider that, as the title says and as I stated at the start, the fics added to this list are soley X READER/YN thus the relationship between the reader and the DCA is romantic or queerplatonic to some degree or can be interpreted as so <3

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I’m not a fan of alastors design so I gave him a fresh cut for that bob 🦌

My Version of Alastor vs Vox! ITS SUCH A GOOD FIGHT

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PURPLE HAZE

synopsis: toji fushiguro, your sleazy drug dealer, has never been subtle- always touchy, always cocky. but you never gave him the time of day, because he'd only ever served one purpose in your life: good weed. but as time goes by, you're not exactly sure when you started feeling like you needed something else from him too.

contents: drug use (weed lmao), fingering, titty fucking, p in v, degradation!!, some praise, unsafe sex-do not do this, spit kink kinda, toji is gross and crass, but he fucks u good at least, porn w plot basically

a/n: this is a oneshot for a shared jjk frat au with @prosypepper - ty to my lovely peps for doing this idea with me :3 - her part will be tagged here once it's up ! pics from pinterest, not sure where the art is from :< if anyone knows pls lmk so i can give creds

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toji fushiguro is a bum. simple as that. he never goes to class, turns in assignments whenever he feels like it, and if there's a group project, his partners already know not to expect anything from him. but it's okay, because hey, C's get degrees, isn't that right? and he's not worried about getting straight A's when there's better things to do, which for him, means selling and smoking weed, playing video games with his roommate, and jacking off or fucking whatever poor girl he could get into his room.

that's pretty much his daily routine. wake up, maybe bullshit an assignment, roll up and smoke, make some deliveries, hit the bong, order doordash, watch porn, go to bed, repeat. and he has zero intentions of straying from that routine. so yeah, toji is a loser. but he also has the best weed, and everyone on campus knows that— yourself included.

and that's why, every weekend, when your pack is running low, toji's the one you text saying you need to re-up. he always responds quickly, asking how much and when he can come by. and you'll tell him the usual: a quad of whatever his favorite strain is at the time, and that he can come by whenever.

you don't even need to wait for his "here" text. you can hear his clunky car from down the street, engine revving loud, like it's fighting for its life just to keep the piece of shit moving at 30 mph. and that's when you slide on your slippers and head outside, because he never gets out. no, he makes you get in the vehicle, with stained cloth seats and a million black-ice car fresheners hanging from the mirror which do nothing to cover the smell of fast food and weed.

"can't turn this baby off, might not start up again, y'know?" he'd said. you just shrugged and got in.

and you quickly learned then that toji isn't just a loser, but he's also a perv. nothing crazy, but he's the kind of porn-addicted fratboy that's always sneaking a hand on your thigh when you sit down in the passenger seat, leaning too close when he talks to you, eyes lingering shamelessly on your chest when you wear a tank top.

and tonight, when you get in his car, it's no different. he's quick to slide a hand over the plush of your thigh, squeezing lightly as he mutters a, "hey doll."

you pick his hand up and drop it back on his lap, rolling your eyes. "hi toji. you got my weed?"

he just chuckles at you, "of course. you got my money?"

"of course." you hand him the bills and wait while he counts.

"you're short $10."

you shoot him a skeptical glance— you're sure it was all there. "i gave you $45, count again."

he does, in front of you, and lo and behold, there's only $35. you're about to apologize and tell him you can run up inside to get another $10 for him when he opens his mouth again.

"you can pay me another way, if ya want," he drawls lazily, a grimy smirk on his face.

you honestly should have known he'd say something stupid like that, but still, your mouth falls open in disbelief at the sheer audacity. "shut up, toji. i have another $10 inside."

he clicks his tongue at you, a whisper of irritation seeping through his facade. "whatever, it's cool. just throw that in next time."

"alright," you mutter as you grab the weed and reach for the rickety door handle.

when you get back inside, you grab the bong, open your baggie and get to work packing a fresh bowl. you light it, inhaling, exhaling the familiar musky taste. a soft haze settles over you already as you get ready to light your second hit. yeah, toji has good weed.

30 minutes later, you're still on the couch, futurama playing in the background on the tv but you're not really watching. your thoughts have strayed back to your dealer. you can't stop thinking about him, which unfortunately happens a lot when you get high.

he's weird, and you'd never date him— he isn't 'boyfriend material.' he has no direction in his life, not even toward the bathroom it seems, since he always smells strong of body odor under the scent of smoke and axe body spray. and he didn't dress well, always in sweats, hoodie pulled up over his greasy hair. but still… there was something about him. maybe it was the way he carried himself. or the fact that beneath the patchy facial hair and oily skin he had sharp features, the kind that make you do a double take when you pass by him. and his voice, the baritone, the teasing lilt that never leaves it—

you shake your head, trying to expel every last thought inside it.

you do not think toji fushiguro is hot. he's sleazy and gross and definitely not someone you want to get involved with any more than you are now.

next week, like clockwork, you text him. for weed of course. and an hour later you hear his car, slide on your slippers, and grab the cash off the counter. you can see his eyes on you as you get close, trailing up and down your figure, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as you open the door and slip into your seat.

"lookin' good, doll." his hand finds its perch on your knee, thumb rubbing half of a circle before you swat it away.

"in your dreams, toji."

"then give me the money so i can get home and go to sleep."

that pulls a soft laugh from you as you hand the $55 over. he counts it, then looks up at your with a disapproving look.

"tryin' to short me again?"

"i literally counted it twice before i came out here," you refute in disbelief.

"you're missin' the money from last week," he says, counting for you again. and unfortunately, he's right, and the bills only add up to $45.

"how's that possible?"

he just shrugs. "so you gonna pay next week? or… you wanna make it up to me now?"

"you're so stupid," you scoff, "i'll get it next week."

he flashes you a cocky grin, "sure, sweetheart."

with a huff, you get out and shut the door behind you.

you're bouncing your knee as you smoke, trying to get rid of the tingling sensation in it that won't go away, as you mull over your recent interactions with toji. it doesn't make sense— you're certain this time that you had the right amount.

maybe a bill fell from your hands on the way to the car? it's unlikely. other than that, you only have one theory.

the following week, you triple check the money before you leave the house. and still, when you get in the car and hand it over, toji claims you're missing the extra $10.

"check again. i know i gave it to you."

so he counts again, showing you the money, and it only adds up to $45. you're feeling more confident about your theory now.

"empty your pockets."

he hesitates for a split second. "why?"

"i know you took my fuckin' money."

there's another beat of hesitation, like he's weighing whether or not he can still get away with it. but finally, he just sighs, pulling a crumpled bill out of his pocket and handing it back to you. you're not sure why it's coming as a shock, knowing him, but still. he stole from you, lied about it, made you feel crazy for two weeks, and all for what? because he wanted some pussy.

you narrow your eyes at him, lips pursed. "you're a fucking perv, y'know that?" you poke your finger into his chest, voice raising, "i'm not going to fuck you. get that through your thick skull. you're a disgusting thief, and a liar, and—"

—and while you're scolding him he has the audacity to stare at your tits, the corners of his lips tugging into a sly smile, the apex of his boxers starting to rise. you snatch your hand away like he burned you, anger morphing back into disbelief. he is completely and utterly shameless. without another word you grab the weed and get out, slamming the door behind you.

later that night, you sit on the couch and open the baggie, body moving on autopilot as you pack the bong, beginning your weekend ritual. and like every other time, your thoughts stray away from whatever show you threw on the tv. and like every other time, they drift to your dealer.

unbelievable. that's what toji was. he probably thought he was real clever too, swiping your money to try and get what he really wants from you, thinking you'd never find out. you scoff, muttering to yourself about his ministrations, how much you dislike him, how much, despite all that, you still can't stop fucking thinking about him.

it's not a big deal, you reason with yourself. it's normal to think about him a lot, considering you see him every week. and you're smoking his weed, so it's like a constant reminder. that's all it is.

it's also definitely normal and not a big deal when you head to your room because the longer you think about him and his infuriating face, the size of the tent in his pants, the more your core starts to burn. there's an unwelcome wetness pooling between your thighs, and you tried to ignore it, really, but you can't anymore.

you're not sure when exactly you stopped seeing him as the greasy bum who just sells you good weed, but when you picture him now, it's not his stained clothes or unwashed hair, but his crooked grin, deep green eyes as he looks at you. your hand drifts to your thigh, eyes sliding shut as you envision that it's not your hand, no, it's the weight of his— a weight you know all too well. fingertips dancing along your skin, your touch drifts higher, slipping beneath the hem of your shorts. you tug aside your panties, the way you imagine he would, and you slip two fingers into your aching cunt with ease.

the next few weeks go by relatively smoothly. you spend your time busy with homework, hanging with friends, ignoring any thoughts about toji, or masturbating, or how you think about toji whenever you masturbate now.

and toji's still forward as ever, which doesn't help. but at least he isn't stealing from you. still, each time you try to hand him your money he stops you first, the hand on your thigh giving you a soft squeeze, fingers splaying out.

"you can still pay another way, y'know," he says, quirking an eyebrow at you, teasing.

the glint in his eyes brings a heat to your face, a swirling sense of shame to your stomach. he's a gross pervert, you remind yourself. but then what did that make you? since you're the one fingering yourself in the darkness of your room, all alone, hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your moans as you picture him touching you.

"so you've told me. have a good night, toji."

"be safe, doll."

you try to hide the minuscule upturn of the corners of your lips as you turn to head back inside. he always uses that stupid nickname, and it's annoying, but damn does it roll off of his tongue nicely.

next week, you text toji. he's there an hour later. you slide on your slippers, and head outside. but when you open door to his car you pause.

gone are the baggy hoodies, instead replaced with a tight compression shirt. it's bunched up around his abdomen, giving you a clear view of his waist, the hem of his briefs showing from under his grey sweatpants. he's still got one arm up gripping the steering wheel, bulging muscles flexing. your eyes trail the veins in his hand up his arm as you gingerly slide into the passenger seat.

you had theorized that he was probably hiding some muscles under all the layers, but this was far from what you expected. he was ripped. to put it lightly. you shut the door behind you, trapping you inside the car with him, and he's much too close. you can smell him, the intoxicating scent of sweat, weed, and mint gum overpowering you.

"you uh…" you trail off, not exactly sure where the sentence was even going.

toji's looking at you expectantly. "hm?"

"…you changed."

he huffs out a laugh, "just came from the gym."

"o-oh, nice."

he's smirking now, the hand that was on the wheel coming to sit behind your headrest as he turns toward you. you can smell him stronger now, the odor filling your nose and clouding your thoughts.

"you got my money?"

you're not sure what possessed you when you slip a five from your hand back into your pocket before handing the bills to him— but you're going to blame pheromones or some shit, considering the effect he's having on you right now.

toji thumbs through the change before his eyes cut up to yours. "you're missin' $5."

"am i?"

"yeah. so…" he leans in over the center console, head tilting to the side as his eyes roam over your figure. "gonna pay me next week? or tonight?"

you don't answer with words this time. instead, your hands move to grip the edge of your tank top, pulling it up to your chin, and letting your breasts fall out.

and for the first time ever, toji shuts up. he's got this stupid look on his face, mouth opening and closing like a fish, eyes slightly wide, and you can tell he was not expecting you to do that. but he recovers quickly, expression morphing into one of amusement.

"damn, sweetheart, you got a nice rack."

ever the gentleman.

toji uses the headrest to pull himself closer, free hand reaching forward and resting on your hip. his tongue slides out, swiping along his lower lip and your eyes can't help but trace his movements. toji rubs his thumb against your skin, fingertips digging slightly into your flesh as he drags your hips towards him. his gaze flickers between your lips, your eyes, your tits, like he can't decide which part of your body deserves his attention.

your hands move slowly, crossing the short distance between the two of you, and resting on his nape. you push any lingering feelings of hesitation out of your mind and tug him towards you. toji's lips meet yours hungrily, moving in sync, tongue already pressing its way between your lips. you part for him, opening your mouth for the slick muscle to meet yours.

the hand on your seat moves to your chest to palm at your tits. rough fingertips pinch your nipples, tweaking and tugging gently, making you moan into toji's mouth. the heat in the car between you is stifling, suffocating, as you lose yourself in him. the smell of his musk is overwhelming, his hair is still damp with sweat from the gym, and you can taste the last joint he smoked on his tongue. his hands roam, pawing at you with desperation, like he's been waiting months just to touch you (he has). toji grabs at your thighs, your waist, your neck, but he always returns to your tits.

toji's hands splay out across your chest as he pushes you back until you're resting against the door and he's leaning over you and the center console. his mouth moves to your jaw and down to your neck, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake as he presses a series of sloppy kisses to your skin.

you let your head rest against the window, eyes sliding shut so you can focus on him. the way his wet kisses feel against your pulse point, the way his breath is fanning against you, and his hands are groping at you. your breathing gets heavier, fading into panting as your fingers card through his hair, your hips bucking up into nothing, until a hand comes down to cup your sex. he's palming at you through your shorts, letting you grind against him, and he can feel your heat, the way the flimsy fabric is already damp.

"fuckin' wet already," he mumbles against your skin as soft, wet lips latch onto one of your nipples, a stark contrast to the calloused hand playing with the other.

you moan softly in response, the sound sweet as honey when it reaches toji's ears.

"so hot," he rasps. his fingers hook into your shorts, into your panties, tugging them harshly to the side, "damn shorts in the way."

a breathy laugh falls from your lips, but it's cut off by a moan when he slides two thick fingers into your cunt without warning.

"a-ah, toji!"

"mmm?" he hums around your nipple, mouth already back on your tits, tongue swirling around each bud.

he pumps his fingers in and out of your wet cunt slowly, curling each time he pushes them back in, pressing against the soft spot inside you that makes you keen. you're rolling your hips, trying to get more from him, and he's happy to give you everything.

your breath gets caught in your throat when he presses the heel of his palm against you, finally giving you something to grind down on again. each movement nudges your aching clit against his rough skin, leaving you panting, clamping down around his fingers.

"thaaat's it," toji groans, pulling back.

he drinks in the sight of you, flushed and sweaty, bare chest heaving, now covered in purple blotches, as your glistening pussy swallows his fingers.

"c'mon," he grunts, moving faster. he's fingering you sloppy, messy, your arousal coating his fingers, dripping onto his knuckles. "go on n' soak the seat, doll."

"toji, toji, f-fuck—," you're babbling, like each thrust of his fingers is punching the words right out of your throat before you can form a coherent sentence.

"so fuckin' loud. does it feel that good?" he asks, mockingly, pinching your nipple and making you yelp.

"f-feels sooo good," you mewl, looking up at him with desperate, eyes.

"always actin' like you didn't want me. thought you were a prude or somethin'," he muses, talking more to himself than you, "except now you're humping my hand like a needy slut," he chuckles, deep and low in his chest. "shoulda known."

"'m not a—aah- a slut," you whimper, but it just makes him laugh harder. because despite your weak protest you're grinding down harder, chasing your release as you feel the fire in your core burning brighter— toji's touches, his words, acting like kindling.

"sure, doll."

when you finally cum it's loud, a symphony of curses and moans bubbling up from your chest. it's harsh, your back arching off the car door and hands flying to toji's biceps, nails digging into his skin. and it's wet. your cum leaking down, dribbling onto the hem of your shorts and the already stained cloth of the seat beneath you.

"there ya go…," toji groans, "god, i've been wantin' to see that."

"fuck," you breathe as toji pulls his hand out of you with a slick sound that makes him smirk and you roll your eyes. he wipes his hand quickly on his sweats before palming at his bulge, shamelessly adjusting his hard-on.

you follow his motions with tired eyes, to the tent in his pants. if you squint, you think you might be able to literally see it throbbing underneath the fabric. his hand comes back up to his face, rubbing his chin with a look of feigned contemplation, then moving to slowly scratch at his patchy mustache. you hear a soft sniff under the sound of chief keef playing through his blown-out speakers. he lingers a moment, his own gaze trailing over you one more time before he speaks.

"so uhh, you gonna invite me up, or what?"

that earns him a deadpan look.

"no, i think i'm good." you say, shaking your head lightly as you grab the weed and exit the car before he can utter another chivalrous word.

when you get inside you don't even turn on the tv, packing the bowl in silence, needing to just smoke and go to bed. you had enough action for the night. there's a faint pang of embarrassment in your chest as you lay on the couch. you'd let toji, of all people, finger you in his car, of all places. it wasn't exactly the type of thing you wanted to go around advertising, but at the same time… did it really matter that much?

it's not like anyone had to know about it. none of your friends talk to him, so unless you told them they wouldn't find out. you don't think they'd really care, but it would save you an awkward conversation, since they've heard you complain about him more times than once.

as your haze settles over your head like a thick cloud, you find it hard to keep contemplating your dilemma, your feelings being pulled toward a zone of indifference. and over the following week, those feelings about the situation with toji start to solidify, taking root and giving you more confidence about giving in to the side of you that wants to see him again.

so when the weekend rolls around, you text him, saying you need a re-up. you clean your room while you wait for him to reply, which is actually just throwing dirty laundry in the closet and making your bed, and then you hear your phone buzz.

it's toji's contact.

sure. car's in the shop, can u pick up?

you're honestly surprised his car has gone this long without needing to be in the shop. so you tell him it's fine, he's delivered more times than you can count anyways, and never nags about gas money.

i'm at a sig, u can park in the back. lmk when ur here

he's never mentioned before that he's in a frat. but then again, it's not like you two are friends, you don't even talk when you're not buying.

you touch up your makeup quickly before changing into another set of pajamas. a fitted tank top and a soft pair of shorts that barely cover your ass and ride up when you walk, and a new lacy pair of panties— just in case. you throw on a sweatshirt over it all before grabbing your purse and heading out the door.

you're waiting in the parking lot for a few minutes before the back door is pushed open, light spilling into the lot, toji's figure making its way towards you. rolling down the window as he approaches, cold air from outside flows in, making you shiver through your thin layers.

he rests a hand on top of the car, bending down to look at you through the window. his eyes glide down your body, lingering on where your bare thighs are pressed together, then back up to meet your steady gaze.

he nods his head back toward the house. "weed's in my room. c'mon, doll."

you turn off the car, jogging lightly to catch up with toji, who already turned back to head inside. and once you step through the doorway, every instinct inside your body tells you to turn and run. the outside is cute, an old vintage home that the university had converted into a house for greek life. the inside is a different story. a combination of chipped paint on the walls and heartbreakingly stained hardwood floors, a pile of red solo cups in the corner and a broken beer-pong table. not to mention it smells like there's a leaking pipe somewhere that no one cares to get fixed.

you move on autopilot, eyes taking in your surroundings as you follow toji deeper into the house, up a flight of creaking stairs. you can hear a muffled kevin gates song playing from behind the door at the top of the stairs, and for a split second you find yourself hoping that's not toji's room. it's not. he leads you down the hall to the room at the end, and when he pushes the door open you think you know where the source of the leak is.

you're hit with an odor wall of smoke and mildew, clothes are spilling out of the closet and there's a singular lamp in the corner of the room next to a bean bag and a safe. his bed is across the room, a mattress on the floor, no bed frame, but at least he has sheets you rationalize. toji flops down in the bean bag before telling you to 'make yourself at home' which earns him a side eye as you sit on the mattress. you're watching him closely as he opens the safe, pulling out a big bag of weed, a box of small baggies, and a scale.

"is this, like, all you do?"

"sell weed?" he asks, shooting you a glance. "because i do more than that, sweetheart."

you ignore the way your stomach flips, just like you ignore the stale smell of his sheets when you move to lay on your stomach. "doesn't seem like it. you always text back right away when i message you."

"that's cause i have my phone on me."

"but then you always come over right after," you muse, "doesn't seem like you're very busy."

his eyes flicker up to yours again. "never too busy for you, sweetheart."

you scoff, like that didn't make your stomach turn again. "bet you say that to every girl you sell to."

"i'm sayin' it to you now, though," he says lowly, tossing the newly weighed baggie of weed aside and crossing the room.

"whatever," you mumble.

toji's in front of you now, towering over you. you move again to sit up on your knees as his hand comes to your chin, gripping it between his thumb and index finger. he tilts your head back for you to look up at him, and your tongue darts out to wet your lips, pulling his gaze down.

he drags his thumb across your lips, "gonna pay me another way, tonight?" he breathes. and open your mouth, ever so slightly— an answer for him, which he responds to by pushing his thumb slowly between your teeth.

his own mouth is parted, soft pants falling from it that become heavier when you close your lips around his thumb, sucking on the digit as he presses down on your tongue.

"fuck," toji groans softly, "that's a good girl."

he pushes his thumb back deeper before pulling it all the way out with a soft pop! he smears your saliva around your lips and tugs the bottom one down gently.

the look in your eyes as your gaze up at him, so desperate, the feeling of your hot mouth around his thumb— he's already hard, cock aching between his legs as he imagines your mouth around it instead. your hands reach for his waistband and he lets you tug his pants down, leaving him in his boxers. you palm at his bulge through the fabric, slow and teasing. he feels big. but ever the impatient one, toji's hand comes to rest on the back of your head with a low groan from him.

"go on, it doesn't bite."

"you're so fucking annoying." you glare at him but he just laughs.

"i'm also really fucking hard right now, so…"

your eyes narrow further but you bite back your retort. instead, you pull his boxers down, finally freeing his stiff cock— and being met with it now is doing nothing to ease your nerves. it's as big as you'd imagined, maybe thicker, riddled with veins, and an angry red tip that's oozing drops of translucent precum. you swallow loudly as you size it up, a hand coming to wrap around the base before letting your tongue loll out and licking a long, slow stripe up the shaft. your hand follows your mouth up to the tip, squeezing tighter under the head as you lap at the salty pre dribbling out from his slit.

"quit teasin'," toji grunts above you, the hand on your head pressing harder, urging you to take him into your mouth.

you pull back, giving him a warning look for pressuring you. "so impatient," you scold as you move to strip off your sweatshirt.

the crease in his brows irons out as he watches you discard the baggy piece of clothing, leaving you in a thin top, with no bra on. he can see right down your cleavage, ogling shamelessly as you press your tits together when you bring both hands back to his dick this time. saliva pools in your mouth and you let a thick glob of it drip down onto his tip, watching as it slides slowly down the shaft and onto your fingers.

toji's panting heavy, green eyes locked on your figure as you stroke him slowly, hands twisting and squeezing together. he brings a hand to his head, pushing his hair out of his eyes, the other returning to its spot on the back of your scalp. he grips lightly, careful not to push you again.

"suck it f'me, lemme feel your throat, baby," he rasps, patting your head gently.

you part your lips, hands coming to rest at his base as you take the tip into your mouth. tongue flicking against the frenulum, you suck gently, earning a deep groan from toji.

"keep goin'."

you listen, pushing further, letting him stretch out your mouth. veins dragging along your flat tongue as you take him, inch by inch, deeper into your throat until you gag when he hits the back.

"too big?" he coos, but it's not sincere, since he's back holding your head down, choking you on his dick.

your hands move to his thighs, fingernails digging into the skin but not pushing away— you're determined to take him, to train your throat until you can fit every bit of his length inside your hot mouth. breathing through your nose, tears prick your eyes as you look up at toji through your lashes and fuck, he could cum down your pretty throat right now. mascara starting to smudge in your waterline, eyes red and wet, his cock shoved between your lips.

"think you look best like this," he mutters, hand pulling you slowly back off of him as you cough and sputter, "with my dick fillin' that slutty mouth."

you don't give him the chance to push you back down— the minute you feel the soft mushroom tip on your tongue, you're sinking onto him once more. you take him faster, bobbing your head, up and down. you're gagging each time he bruises the back of your throat, and there's a lewd suction sound each time you hollow your cheeks.

"fuuuck— ngh- just like that," toji groans loudly, letting you work him over. "baby, you're a pro."

his eyes slide shut, head falling back as he lets a series of grunts and curses fall from him. he's wanted to feel your bratty mouth on his cock for so fucking long and it's so much better than he imagined. all those times he jacked off, stiff cock in hand, pumping himself as he watched some video of another dude getting sucked off— he imagined it was you, licking him, stroking him. but nothing, nothing, compared to this right now.

slippery tongue swirling around the tip each time you pull up before flattening, gliding back down, licking along the vein on the underside of his shaft. hollow cheeks sucking him tight. the sloppy sounds coming from you are obscene and he doesn't have to watch to know there's drool trickling out the corners of your mouth— messy bitch.

and then you take it away. mouth sliding off of him completely as you sit there for a moment, panting, staring up at him with teary eyes. there's a tick in his jaw, head snapping forward to look back down at you again, stoic expression on his face.

"why'd you stop?"

"my jaw hurts," you pout, wiping at some of the mascara that's starting to smudge under your eyes.

"and? my dick hurts. you're blue ballin' me," he complains, hands coming to fold across his broad chest.

you roll your eyes, "that's a myth."

"nah i saw people talkin' about it on reddit— plus it hurts right now."

"shut up," you say flatly, as you tug off your tank top since you know he won't listen to your words. but he's finally quiet as you let your breasts fall out, giving him another look at them.

"there's those perfect tits." he brings a hand back to stroke your head affectionately. "you should let me fuck 'em," he laughs.

he's honestly half expecting you to say no with the way you're looking at him, he can tell he's pushing your limits. but then your hands come to cup your chest, pushing your tits together for him.

"attagirl."

he spits in his hand and pumps his cock a few times, though it's already so wet he didn't even need to, and then he's lining himself up between your cleavage. he thrusts gently at first, testing the waters, and when he feels the soft, plush tissue wrapped around his length he can't hold back. your pressing tighter around him, snug and warm as he fucks himself up between your tits.

you gather your spit in your mouth once more, looking down at where his cockhead is poking out each time he pushes his hips forward, and you spit down. the spit lands on its target, coating the tip and your skin around it, mixing with your old saliva and his precum that's been smeared around his dick already.

"god, you're so—fuck- fuckin' hot."

toji can feel his cock aching, throbbing, with your tits around him. it feels so good, you look so good, he wants to cum so badly. but if he does he knows he won't make it another round and he needs to feel your pussy tonight too. so he keeps fucking into your chest, over and over, all grunts and groans until he's at that edge, at the point where he really doesn't want to stop— no, he wants to see what you look like with his cum painting your tits and your neck. would it get on your face too? your lips? fuck— he wants to know so bad, but he can't.

instead he slides out entirely. chest heaving, jaw locked and tense as he rips himself away from his high.

"shit. that was close," he pants. "almost came."

you let your tits fall, looking up at him once more as he tries to regain his composure at least a little bit. you shift in your seat, rubbing your knees together. your panties are clinging to your sex, already drenched with your arousal to the point where it's uncomfortable.

"tojiii," you whine.

"yeah, yeah, i know." he brushes you off. "turn around."

you shuffle on your knees until you're facing the wall behind you, propped up on all fours. two large hands come to grip your ass, squeezing tightly. he grabs your shorts, bunching them together and tugging them taut against your cunt, the motion pushing you forward slightly. a soft gasp falls from your lips as he rocks your hips backs and forth lightly, underwear and shorts rubbing tight against your clit.

"actually," he muses, "you look better like this— on your hands and knees f'me."

"toji, please," you mewl, swaying your hips.

"needy slut," he mocks, bringing a hand down sharply against the swell of your ass. you yelp, a dull stinging spreading across your skin and a tingling low in your stomach.

but finally, he's sliding your shorts and panties over your hips and down your thighs before tugging them off your legs and throwing them across the room. a hand smooths up your spine and pressed your head harshly into the mattress, forcing a deep arch.

you can feel the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance, the shaft sliding between your puffy folds.

"god, are you always this wet? or you just love sucking my dick that much?"

"condom, toj—aah!" he cuts you off, slipping just the head inside your leaking pussy.

"doesn't feel as good. you on birth control?"

"y-yeah, but—"

"so it's all good," he reasons, pushing himself further. the stretch stings deliciously, clouding your mind as another moan is pulled from your sore throat. "doesn't that feel good, baby?"

"'s sooo good," you whimper, hands balling into fists in the sheets.

he pulls his hips back, his shaft dragging slowly along your slick, gummy walls, and fuck, it feels like you're trying to not let him go.

"fuckin' relax," he grits out, jaw clenched. "gonna make me cum."

"'m trying," you whine, but you only clench harder when his hands dig into the flesh on your ass again.

"so tight," he snaps his hips forward, sheathing himself in one thrust. you cry out, muffled as he pushes your face deeper into the mattress.

and then he's relentless. drilling in and out of you without warning, your body sliding forward and backward each time he buries himself to the hilt and then pulls himself back out of you. fingernails digging into your supple skin, he's dragging your hips back to meet each cruel thrust.

"fuck! toji—" you cry out, "i can't, toji, i can't."

he's practically splitting you open. each time he shoves his length back inside your tight, warm cunt it feels like you're taking him for the first time again.

"quit bitchin' and take it. know you can, doll," he grunts.

"'s too much…" you whine, tears forming again in your eyes, mascara starting to stain your cheeks and the sheets under your face, as they fall. "toji, more, i c-can't—" you babble, making less and less sense as he ruts into you.

"poor thing, fucked stupid aah-already?" he pants, delivering a hard smack to your ass. "'s okay, sluts don' need to think— fuck, baby, you're tight."

you can feel the coil in your core winding tighter, the arch letting his cock bully that sweet spot inside you over, and over again, and his words are only taking you higher. no one's fucked you like this before— you weren't prepared for it, for someone who was such a loser to be so good at fucking you senseless. but here you are, ass stinging, face wet from drool and tears, reduced to nothing but a whimpering mess that can't form a coherent thought— a mess that'll let him do and say whatever he wants as long as he keeps going.

"d-don't stop! fuck!" each word's a broken sob as you feel yourself about to snap.

"wasn't goin' to— holy shit— fuckin' stranglin' me, you gonna cum?"

"yes! fuck— 'm cumming, 'm cumming—" you ramble, slurring a string of nonsense as your orgasm finally crashes over you. your legs are shaking, eyes screwed shut, as your cunt gushes around toji, creamy, white slick spreading along his shaft, pooling at the base as he keeps fucking into you, chasing his own release.

and the minute your cunt stops fluttering around him, he's pushing you off him, hand coming to grip his length and pumping himself quickly, harshly, so he doesn't lose his high. you're in a daze, feeling a hand still holding your hips up as hot spurts of cum coat your lower back, toji groaning loud and low behind you.

"god damn," he breathes, patting your ass. "lemme get a rag."

you finally let your legs fall, laying limp on the mattress as you wait for toji, who just picks up the first shirt he finds on the ground and uses it to clean you up. grumbling, you roll over to find your phone and check the time. it's definitely time for you to get home.

"pass me my shit," you mumble lazily. moments later you're hit in the face with your clothes, a little snicker coming from beside you. "thanks."

when you're both dressed again, he tosses you the weed and you catch it easily, following him as he starts leading you back out. the bedroom door unlocks with a soft click, creaking as he pulls it open. the kevin gates is gone, the hallway doused in silence instead, and the bedroom door that the music was coming from is cracked open, light spilling out.

as you get close, a head peeks out briefly before a large man swings the door open entirely. he's huge. bigger than toji even, his figure filling the space in the doorframe. he's got tattoos littering his face, which has a smug expression on it— you know enough to know it's ryomen sukuna, someone else you definitely wouldn't want to get involved with.

"what's up," toji calls out casually.

"you finally fuck her?" he drawls, "this is the one you've been talkin' about right?"

your mouth hangs open. you thought toji was bad, but he might honestly be worse.

"yeah man, was like a hot dog in a hallway." never mind. toji's worse.

and now they're both laughing, low and condescending, like they're the funniest people in the world. you have half a mind to slap them both across the face but, unfortunately, you like consistently good weed more than the satisfaction of one good hit.

"right…" you start slowly, burning glare drifting between the two simpletons. "what happened to," your voice drops, "nghhh so tight, baby," you exaggerate, copying toji.

sukuna's wheezing now, gripping his stomach as toji finally shuts up. he's silent for a few moments before he turns and starts heading down the stairs, mumbling a little, "i don't sound like that," which just makes you and sukuna share a quick glance.

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Cowboy Papyrus

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This was a super fun commission set to do and they have elected to release it publicly, so here we go! Set comes in 4 pieces - Mask has 2 meshes, 1 swatch each Shirt has 2 swatches Pants have 2 swatches Shoes have 1 swatch

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[thebrofriends]

hannibal and will in the same situation as alison brie and dave franco in the together movie

[anatomically-incorrect]

They would form the ultimate nonbinary being

[mewmurdock]

fiancé and i watched "together" today and at the end he said, "i'd have no problem with that happening to us." ???? is he codependent or just that down bad for me idk

[gaybuckybarnesss]

DAVE FRANCO Together (2025)

[bellamyblake]

Bellamy and his tan shirt in s3 and s4

[omniphilic]

Hi ! I have a question, how would it be like if Amber and Mark broke up, after that Mark and Milf!reader get together. Would Amber be ok then ? Like I really love this Mark and Reader pairing !

this post contains: post-college mark, no cheating, considerably skeezy behavior on milf and mark's end. a proposed good ending where you two work out (sorta). milf and mark relationship dynamics. mom and amber dynamics. sexual themes, but mostly fluffy actually? angsty themes. @zomqiez @secretaccountlol @anatomically-incorrect

If you knew they had dated, I don't think it'd be okay perse. Like, technically you're not cheating-cheating right but there's clearly something fucked up about this photo? What do you look like at your ripe age being boo'd up with your daughter's ex-boyfriend? It's basic decency not to dog down someone your friend just got broken up with, so why would it be more acceptable when it's Amber?

It's certainly an acceptable romantic arrangement if you're okay with making several moral compromises! Mark is grown, yeah, so he is of his own volition to do as he pleases. Just as you are fully within your right to be irresponsible, playing with the relationship between you and your daughter so you can play with Mark's balls.

I think Amber would find it weird. She would find you weird, find Mark weird for even liking you. Probably more than a little freaked about it-- it's definitely earning you a "What the FUCK!?" as she mentally uninvites herself from all the holidays she planned to spend with you. She'd probably shack up with Kyle when they get to go back home for those few months as opposed to risking her sanity seeing you two make kissy faces and googly eyes at each other. Never mind confronting the implication that he could have already liked you while he and Amber were dating... That would bother her the most of all.

I think the only way in which Reader and Mark could date happily is if he met her in a way similar to how Rex met his milf!

If the events of the show proceeded as it had, with Mark missing dinner and never having met you, you two could have had something like Nolan and Debbie, Rex and milf; he saves you and sweeps you off your feet.

Such a handsome and strong young man. He almost seems ethereal, timeless. It's odd. His strength and powers are more than a little intimidating, but it adds to the appeal--who doesn't love a boyfriend who can protect?

So you guys start seeing each other. Mark thinks you look familiar but can't place where he recognizes you from. You wouldn't know that boy from a hole in the wall. His name sounds vaguely familiar but that may be your quick acclimation to it- the many Mark's you've known throughout your life stood pale in comparison to Grayson, such vibrant, sun-yellow sweetness.

He's funny. Cute and exciteable like a new family dog-- A little troublesome when left to his own devices but you never leave him alone long, especially as you two grow closer and closer, and closer...

Handholding in the morning sun turned to quick kisses in the afternoon, secrets shared late into the evening. Mark is forthcoming with you. He can't bring himself to lie to you, seeming very worried with tainting the image of him you have in your mind. You think he's sweet if impulsive, not very thoughtful but being in your presence tunes him into your frequency and he's eventually singing your song, naturally inclined to you in a way he can't even realize.

You're in the midst of patching up his suit when Amber calls you.

You don't stress her out with the pressure of having to keep you company. She's a lovely young woman with a life yet to be lived and you've no intentions to be selfish--you promote competition, . You let the girl have her fun now before she has to worry about the wider, realer world, but you're no less elated, picking up the phone on the first ring.

"Hey baby!" "Heyyyy mommy! How've you been? I miss you soooo bad, oh my god." Poor baby. She sounds tired.

Judging from her Finstagram though, it was probably from a rager as opposed to a night of studying. Knowing your baby girl,

"Missing me when it looks like you've been having the time of your life up there? I'm honored my presence means so much to you, baby." You snicker and feel Amber's eyes roll back into her head.

"Of course it does drama queen! But we're not skirting past how you been stalking my Finstagram." Her voice wavers with make-believe rage and you laugh, making sure not stick yourself with each jerk.

"It's not stalking, Amber, it's just keeping tabs! Reconnaissance... "

"Staaaaaalking!! You literally just admitted to it, stalker! If you keep spamming my notifs I will block you. Boundaries, mom." She sasses and you sigh exasperatedly, hands hanging in the air like she's physically holding this against you.

"Blocking me is wild! So what if I like ten photos of you and your little friend? Doesn't that just let you I think you and him are just adorable together?!"

"Yeah it would be if those weren't from like, last year, Mom. Kyle hates those pictures, he thought his hightop was giving Kid and he does noooot like it at all." You hear shirking in the background and quick steps, giggling as motion crackles in the mic.

"-ou said that first it was not me-"

"-but it did though! shit was mad high!"

You navigate Finstagram while they bicker and proceed to like more photos until Amber stops flirting with her boyfriend to berate you for your lack of social media etiquette and you sit there, hemming and hawing on que, her lofty laughter sending you cloud watching, head gently chilled by water vapor...

The conversation tapers off, spiderwebbing outward, each line cast leading into a new joke, story, secret shared between you.

Then the topic of conversation somehow circles back to you.

"Quit it! No more dodging questions, it's your turn to share. Come onnnnn mom. You had to have gotten up to something since I moved out. You couldn't have done nothing that whole time."

"Not nothing, nothing. But it's none of your business! Just.... grown up stuff." A silence.

"Mom, I'm twenty-five."

"So? You don't need to know what I get up to. I'm your mother."

"Are you fucking someone mom?" You gasp in shock.

"H- Wh- language, Amber!"

"But you didn't say no!" You can hear the smile in her voice and the squeak of the couch as she curls up with some popcorn, utterly locked in. "So there's someone new, huh? Am I gonna have a stepdad soon, or something?"

"No! No, nothing like that...."

"You don't sound too sure about that."

"I don't know! It's only been a few months--"

"AHA, so there is someone! So! What's the lucky guy's name?" Amber purrs as you mentally face palm, cursing your loose lips. "I've been waiting for you to get with someone for SO LONG, you actually can't leave me in suspense this time Mom! Tell me tell me, pleaaaaaase?" She whines just like she used to when she wanted ice cream for breakfast.

"...his name is Markus, but he prefers to be called Mark. He's such a sweetheart! Thoughtful and attentive- every time we speak, it's like he's caught on my every word. He sort of reminds me of..." You trail off, fine with letting the fond memory end there. "Dad?" You sigh and it's as good as a nod. Your tone picks up as you keep going.

"He's sorta like a puppy! All excitable, energetic, happy. It's really infectious. He's so, so sweet..."

"So you fucked him?"

"Oh gosh, no! God, can you be quiet." Her snickering makes you laugh too. "He's not focused on that stuff. He's actually considerate of my mood. Not touchy feely. He shows a lot of respect for a young man."

"Young man?" You freeze. "You turned into a cougar while I was gone?!"

"No! No I... shit. Am I a cougar?"

"Depends. How old is he?"

You think. "... 26."

"WHAT?!" She shuffles over the mic, suddenly too excited to hear this tea. "DAAAAMN ma, I didn't know you had pull like that."

"Oh shut up." You laugh.

"Please do, go on."

"Okay. Well... he's quite chivalrous for a young man. Polite and mild-mannered. Not so much an old soul, but sweetie.... he's so cute! Sometimes when I catch him off of work he offers to fly me home!"

You can hear the confusion in her laughter when she asks: "... is he a pilot or something?"

"No goofy! He's one of them super people! That's how we met, actually. Got me out of a pickle after the Whatever Twins lifted the highway bridge. Happy to have gotten to work on time, happier to have met him." You sigh dreamily.

Amber's voice has dropped several octaves from excitement, to confusion, to apprehension. Or amusement. That bare restraint in her voice could just be that she's thought of a killer joke just then.

"Hey mom, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah?" "...your boyfriend.... is his last name Grayson?"

"Yeah!"

You blink at your phone after, as if she can see your confusion. A few seconds of being dumbfounded pass, then you reply. "You.... how'd you know that?"

"Because I dated him, too! Remember back in high school, when I said my boyfriend might come over for dinner, and then I sat at the table mad as hell? That was Mark, that asshole stood me up soooo much, don't you remember me crying to you about it!?"

"I..... oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear. I'm sorry, sweetie, I can't believe I forgot. I-- I wouldn't of spoken to him if i remembered, Amber baby, I'm so, so sorry."

"I appreciate it, but to be fair, the last time we had a full conversation was when I was like eighteen. He got with Eve right after me and him split, so I thought she was gonna be the forever girl, you know? But... damn."

"What?"

"I can't believe he dumped Eve for a MILF." You squint at your phone.

"....what the hell's a MILF?"

[robiird]

Mohawk mark

[omniphilic]

@anatomically-incorrect

[secretaccountlol]

TRIGGER : DUBCON— SMUT ! This is Mohawk mark.. he’s not a super nice guy lol.

This is my first ever dubcon so I’m like super nervous about it lmao

Cw: AFAB reader. I mention the reader wears panties n a bra and he does cup your breast (describing as fitting in his hand but no description of size)

Kinks are ; fingering, biting, degrading (whore, slut and things of that nature) praise.

Summary: You’re a supervillain Mohawk mark… takes an interest in… :0!

This literally came to me in a fucking DREAM yall (yes apparently i dream fanfic now!) so if the plot is bonkers.. don’t blame me — er well.. blame my brain which is still blaming me okay whatever enjoy

Guys.. I’m so nervous to post this idk why..

Your powers are undefined ; but you are strong enough to *hurt* mark. 

I’m posting this in two parts, I might keep writing this if people like it? So if you like it, REPOST and LEAVE COMMENTS :)

Your mom is a supervillain.

You found out when you were younger. On accident.

Of course, you first assumed she was a hero—what with her fancy get up—but, then, you saw the news. And surprisingly quickly, you realized that this wasn’t the case.

At least, she did it for a cause, though she did occasionally swipe a few shiny artifacts for herself. If the British museum could steal precious artifacts and be praised for it, why couldn’t she?

Despite this, didn’t change your family dynamic.

Your mom was still a kind woman who instilled within you a sense of justice, taught you the value of family, to be kind to others. Your mother was saint in your eyes, even if she could be… impish to others.

So, imagine your surprise when she comes crashing into through the back door of your house, bloodied and bruised. Suffice to say you aren’t very fucking impressed.

“Oh my god mom! Are you okay?? What the hell happened?!”

Your legs move faster than she can react, you haul her up with one arm walking her to the couch.

“Language, baby. And I’m fine. It’s just a flesh wound.”

“No! Fuck that—sorry.. but mom, this isn’t a flesh wound, who did this to you?! Tell me!”

Your hands shake her slightly, as her eyes trail from yours. This is the part she never lets you see.

“Mom. Please?”

“I’m going to get the first aid kit.”

Your mom slowly lifts before you push her back down.

“No. I got it. After I patch you up, I’m goin’ to find that bastard and put him in the ground.”

Your mom groans as she bites your name from her lips, “No! This is exactly why I don’t let you see me like this, I don’t want you to follow in my footsteps. You’re a good kid.. you don’t need a record. To always have to look over your shoulder. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been beat, darling.”

“Mom. Following in your footsteps would an honor.”

Your mother sighs, her mouth opening to speak you hold your hand up to stop her.

“But, I understand you don’t want me to and I respect that. But mom, there’s no reason for them to .. to beat you halfway unconscious like this! It’s not like you’re killing anybody.”

Your mother scoffs, “Baby, I don’t even have a bruised rib, if anything that new hero took pity on me.”

“New hero..?”

Your heels dig into the floor as you turn toward your mother, med-kit gripped in your hands.

There’s only one new hero you knew. Same one caused destruction on a daily basis, if you didn’t know he was a superhero, you would have probably assumed he was a villain too.

Now that your mom’s getting older, she’s not as fast as she used to be. You find yourself helping her out more than she cares to admit, which meant even more close encounters with that fuckface.

You try to keep your peace, but it slips away from you the second you see her bleeding, holding a towel to the new gash on her scalp.

“That fuc-freakin’ dick head in— in ..invin— god what is his dumb ass name?!”

“Invincible, darling.”

“Yeah, him! He did this to you mom?”

Your mom is quiet again, staring through the window.

“Mom. So help me god.. if that’s who hurt you—“

Your mom’s head quickly whips away from the window, her body tensing before relaxing.

“Baby.. it’s fine, I’m fine, let’s not worry about it. Come on, just patch me up—“

Anyone else wouldn’t have caught it, but you know your mom.

You bolt to the window before she let out a sound of disapproval.

That blue fucker hovered around your neighborhood, scanning the multicolored rooftops, most likely looking for your mother. Your eyebrows furrow.

Not the first time you’ve seen him, fought him.

Your mind zips back a memory of your mom on the news, running like prey from him and his merry little band of freaks. Your fist became fury as you tore through those streets, you couldn’t get a good hit on him though, didn’t matter at the time, you were only there to make sure your mom escaped, she did so you left.

Words were exchanged— hot and heavy and that was just the first time you fought him.

But this is different. This is your home, an advantage, no masks or multi-colored friends to help him.

“Don’t do anything stupid. We shouldn’t alert them of our home base!” Your mothers words hissed from her mouth, but your ears were brick walls.

The house shudders as you speed out the door, your shoes leave skid marks on the pavement as your head whips around before locking your eyes on him.

“Hey! You fucking corpo shill!”

Invincible’s head ticks as he searches for your voice.

“Over here, dumbass! Shouldn’t you be less of a directionally-challenged asshole from that high?”

Your grin splits your face as he spots you,

“Damn, who pissed in your cereal?”

“Same person who gave you that fuck ass haircut.”

His smirk made your blood rise as he hovered just above you.

“I actually quite like my Mohawk, makes me look sexy, don’t you think?”

His fingers tangle through his hair, brushing it slightly out of his face. You can admit, he’s… Hot.

At least, good looking, his skintight suit accentuates his curves and abs.

“Really? Do you also think it’s sexy to beat up old women too?” Your fist tightened, your stand widened.

A breath gets caught in throat as a chuckle slips out, “Hmm, I don’t remember beating up any old women,” his finger taps his bottom lip.

“Buttt, I do remember chasing an old hag through the streets, why? You know her?”

“Old… hag?”

“Ooo, I take it you do, huh?” His head tilts, as your eyes twitch.

Your name falling from your mom's voice causes both you and Invincible heads to snap to her.

You watch as Invincible’s tongue swipes over his lips, “Oh, there you are, been lookin for ya—“

His body shifts towards your mom, his eyes no longer focused on you, good. More words rush out from his mouth towards your mother, you can’t make them out though, the blood from your adrenaline pumps sucks the air quiet around you.

Your fist whirls back, as your body slugs its weight into the punch.

Your soft skin collides with the hard jaw of Invincible, a mini sonic boom blasts the dust away from both of you as your eyes lock with his, and he stumblea backwards as his neck tweaks.

“That.. actually hurt..?”

You don’t wait for him to catch his breathe, another strike to the gut then an uppercut.

No words, just movement.

Compared to him, you know you're not evenly matched, but if you just keep moving..

Keep moving.

His hands catch yours, fingers clench in a crushing grip. “Whoa, I wasn’t expecting that. You— you got few punches in there!”

You tug your arm as you try to gain distance,

“Tsk, nah can’t get away—“

Shit..! Think— think!

You dash into him, closing distance fast as your head reels back.

CRACK!

Your skull connects with his nose, blood sprouts his nose as you rip your wrist away.

“Mom! The garage door.. Open it! We can—“

Your body slides up the driveway as the force of Invincible’s punch whips you back. His arms wrestle you down you, pinning your body onto the concrete.

“Nuh-uh, none of that working together bullshit!”

“Fuck you!” Your body writhes underneath him,

“Ooh yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”

Heat blooms in your lower half, as his half-lidded eyes rake over you.

“You‘re fuckin’ disgusting!”

“Yeah baby, but what are you?” His hands slide up your neck, tracing over your trachea before his fingers grip in an unwavering hold, your head stretches back as you try to gain more air, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth. Your hands desperately try to scratch at his face, and his fist raisea.

“I ain’t into hittin’ innocent people but you don’t too innocent to me to right now, heh.”

“Invincible!”

His head tips up as yours tilts back, your mother.

And your savior, your P-f High power gun gripped in her hands, red beam instantly knocks him backwards.

“Fuck! My eye!”

You scramble to your feet running towards your mother, you don’t get far, your enemy is already tackling you to floor of your garage.

“Goddamn, you're slippery!”

“Yeah, you’re a fuckin’ idiot!”

“Mm, an idiot that’s got you pinned”

“Really? Because to me looks like you’re the one who's pinned.”

A laugh bubbles out from you as watch him scan the room.

Your garage was your solace, your place to work—also conveniently your weapon’s locker, your automatic weapons beams train on his back.

Your head tilts, “What now, Invincible..? You move, this whole place lights up.”

“Think I’m afraid of some fuckin’ guns?”

“Mm, no, but these babies are pretty high powered, wouldn’t want my neighbors to get shish kebabs by a stray laser, now, wouldn’t ya?”

“Darling, don’t be rash, we don’t— we don’t need to hurt anyone else.”

Your mom's voice is ice to a searing wound.

His palms squeeze the curve of your wrist, “Yeah, darling. We don’t need to hurt anyone else.”

“Mom, close the garage door, now.”

Your eyes don’t leave his, they can’t.

They fester in you, piercing darkness that you both mirror.

“Howdy neighbors! What’s goin’ on here?”

Both you and Invincible break eye contact. His head turns to look behind him, his grip loosening allowing you to sit up, his hands still rest on your wrist though.

It’s your neighbor, Holly.

You all blink, your mother is the first to speak, briskly walking past you both.

“Oh hi, Holly! How are you?”

“I’m just doin just fine, just wondering what all the commotion was about, ‘n I wanted to make sure y’all were okay!”

Holly’s hands clasp together, as she begins side stepping your mother to let herself inside.

“Oh! Uh, we’re just fine. Ms. Holly.” You try to raise a hand to wave at her but his hand won’t budge causing you to scowl, mouthing ‘let me go!’

“And who might this be? I ain’t seen you around here before!” Holly grinned, you’re not sure if you’re relieved or pissed, such a nosey neighbor.

“Oh..! Him? He’s.. uh just.-“

“Boyfriend.”

“Wha—“

His knee inches against your crotch, a muffled gasp slips through his fingers as his hand covers your mouth, mustering a disarming smile.

“Sorry, she gets so embarrassed when I actually say it. “

Your tongue slithered against his palm, his eyes wince with disgust but his smile remains constant. His knees push deep into your crotch, a shudder rings through your body.

“I — uh.. we were wrestling.. that’s the noise you heard earlier.”

“Oooh” Holly eyes light up, “Hmm, what’s with that get up? If I didn’t know any better looks like you're wearing that, what’s his name? Invin….”

Invincible’s eyebrows twitch; you take the opportunity to bite his fingers making him yank away.

“Yeah, you mean Invincible! He’s a big fan boy, aren’t you?”

His eyes shoot darts at you, his smile disappears as he faces you.

Your mother pipes up, “We— uh, just got back from the comic con in town! So, he was dressed up! And that’s why I’m so beat up looking, yup!”

“Aww, you two are a bunch of nerds, huh? How cute!”

“Yup.” You let out a high-pitched laugh, “Hey, sweetheart. Help me up, would ya?”

His teeth graze his lips as his mouth twitches into a quick frown, “Sure can, baby.”

He damn near yanks your arm out of its socket as he pulls you to your feet, you trip over your own body, but Invincible steadies you, his hands gripping your waist as you find your balance.

His lips grace your ears in a seemingly loving gesture to your neighbor.

“If you think I’m goin’ to let you leave my grasp after the shit you pulled?”

His fingers squish into supple skin, strained air hisses through your throat,

He pulls back to gaze upon you, lips slightly apart, your heart fluttering in unnatural rhythm.

A snort fills the air as you feel heat rise to your cheeks under his watchful eyes. What are mere seconds feels like hours before he turns to face Holly once more.

“My name is Mark, Miss Holly. Pleasure to meet you.” His hand stretches out to her as the other rest comfortably on your waist, tucking you practically under his arms.

Holly grasps it before he bends down to kiss it, winking at her.

Fucking bastard.

“Ooh, you sure know how to pick em’, neighbor! I like this one.” Holly’s giggle makes bile rise from your throat but you chew it down.

“Ha, yup sure do..” You pat his chest, grinning at Holly.

“So, Holly..” Your mom’s voice snaps Holly out of that cutesie reverie, “We’re about to go inside so—“

“Oh! Yes, that’s what I also wanted to say! Remember, the neighborhood get-together is starting soon, so I wanted to give your complementary picnic blankets!”

Holly skips over to your mom, pulling two fluffy blankets from her purse before plopping them in her hands.

“Oh, um! Holly I’m.. well since inv— Mark! Is here I’m not sure we’ll be able to come..!”

“Aww well, I’m sure he’d wanna join, it’s fun for the whole family! Right, Mark?”

You clear your throat before attempting to speak,

“Well, H—“

His hand squeezes your hips, wince of pain oozes down your spine, making your knees almost buckle. You lean on Mark for support; he welcomes your weakness.

“Yeah! I’d love to go, but I definitely need to change out of … this costume, heh. Come on baby.. let’s... refreshen up inside, hm?”

Your eyes muster as much displeasure as they can as ushers you to the garage door.

“Wait!”

Your mom's panicked shrill spooks Holly, as she looks between you to her,

“Don’t worry, we won’t be too long. Right?”

Mark’s unnerving smile irks your mother.

“Yeah, it’ll be quick, mom. Promise..”

Your words heave out of you, your lips uptick into smile, trying to ease your mom's anxiety as Mark drags you into the hallway.

Mark flips you against the wall, pinning you by your waist, as he towers.

“You know I was jokin’ when I said you wanted to fuck me. Didn’t think it was true.”

“Fuck you!”

“Mmm, really wishing it into existence, huh, darling?”

“Fuck yo— you don’t get to call me that!”

“Aww, but your mommy does? Why can’t I? Hm?”

You throw a right hook, which is easily caught and pinned next to your head. “It’s crazy how making you horny just makes you sooo weak.”

Your ears burn with shame, “What— what the hell are you on about, dude?!”

His knee rest just under your crotch again, bumping ever so slightly.

“Your mom’s still out there, as that— what’s ..that bitch’s name again? Holly? Havin’ to listen to Holly’s incessant yapping worried about her child being beaten to a pulp. But really, you’re in here about to get your back blown out. Isn’t that funny?”

His knee grinds into you, light pressure, enough to spark a little pleasure, not enough to get off.

Your hand free hand shoots to his shoulder to push him away. But that’s not what happens, your nails dig into his shoulder as you grind back into his knee, chasing more simulation.

Your mouth twitches as you reach his eyes, fury meets with lust.

“Shit, look at you.. all wound up like this? Are you always this sensitive?”

His words growl against your neck as his teeth nip against your skin.

“Shut up.”

“Don’t wanna.”

His tongue leaves a long stride of saliva up your throat before sucking and your hips stutter as the hickey forms.

“Ah! Not there, you asshole!”

“Shut up, you’re not the one in control right now.”

Strings of saliva fall against your hot skin as he admires his handiwork, his fingertips brush against the blooming bruise, a low involuntary rumble levels out of you as you track his movements.

“So fuckin’ hot. Open your legs f’me.”

Your head twist away from him, the chagrin of it all has you gulping for words.

“Come on, be a good slut for me.”

Eons pass as your legs inch open, your eyes can’t meet his anymore, all that rage replaced with guilt, with desire.

“Look at that. Is that a wet spot in your pants already?”

“I— ..I don’t”

“You don’t, you don’t what?” Mark mocks you, his fingers fiddle with your waist band.

“G-god! Just get on with it.”

“I don’t like your tone.”

“Wh-..what are you, the tone police? Just.. fuck, just fuck me already. If you’re gonna do it, do it!”

“Beg.”

“I—... I am not begging!”

“Damn, I guess I should go ahead and call for backup.”

Your eyes widen as you neck snaps back to trace his features.

“What?”

“I mean, I know where you live now, and your mom? She’s gotten away with a lot of shit over the years. She’s like you, slippery. Imagine the praise I’ll get for catching her, imagine the years she’ll get for all the stolen merch.”

Your eyes search his for doubt, none found.

“Please..” Your eyes cast downwards.

“Hm?” You hear his grin forming.

“Please..fu..”

“Come on, you’ve been sayin’ it to me all day. You can do it.”

“Ple— please fuck me..”

His growl of approval has your body shivering as his hand shoves down your waistband.

Your body jolts, his fingers slither to your clit.

“Invincible!” Your hands settle on his shoulders again your head struggles to stay upright.

“Mark.”

“H—huh?”

“Name’s Mark, scream that instead of invincible.”

“I’m not callin’ you a fake ass name, Invinc—..!”

“Good, cause it’s not fake.”

“Wait. You really told Holly, your real name? How fucking stupid are you!”

A sharp gasp keeps you from hurling more insults as his fingers pinch your clit.

“Sure fuckin’ did, don’t worry bout forgettin’ it either, You’ll be screamin’ it in a minute.”

His fingers don’t ease you in, they’re coarse as he rubs harsh circles against your aching pearl, a whimper continually rips through your throat as Mark peppers it with bites and slobber.

His other hand roams your body, shifting itself under your top and into your bra, the swell of your breast fits perfectly in his hand as he pinches your nipples, and a burst of moans tremble through your mouth as he tweaks your pebbled buds.

“Yeah, let me hear those slutty moans.”

“Invincibl—“

The stinging pain of Mark’s teeth sinking into your shoulder makes your hips buck against him as you whine. Your nails dig into his skin, trying to mirror the pain he’s inflicting.

“It’s Mark.”

“Fuc—fuck you...”

His chest crush against yours, your arms weakly try to push away as his hand snatches your chin down to look at him.

“Open.”

You squint, a silent challenge. His fingers press harder against your clit, you bite your lip as a moan threaten to pry your lips open.

“Stubborn, huh? Fine.” His voice was flat, unimpressed with your sudden reigniting confidence.

Mark’s fingers travel down your lips, spreading the growing slick down to the opening of your cunt.

The feeling leaves goosebumps crawling underneath your skin.

A horrifying, sinking sensation that leaves you shuddering in breaths.

His eyes bore into you,. Watching. Observing every twitch of your lips, your panicked inhales. His fingers trace circles around your entrance before ramming two fingers into your hole.

Your head whacks the wall; a crack forms under the divot you’ve made against it. Your mouth stretched as you pound your fist against his chest. Your back arches as his fingers stretch open your cunt, “Invic—Mark!”

He seizes the chance; his lips hold yours captive as his tongue shoves down your throat, drool drips down your chin as your pink muscle weakly fights back.

Your vision grows spotty as the air from your lung wheezes out of you. Your hands squeeze his shoulders as muffled whimpers are swallowed whole by him.

Your silent plea of mercy are heard as the audible pop of your lips separating fills the room.

Your eyelashes flutter, your pupils dilate stare at him, as your rhythmic pant flows out of your swollen lips.

“Fuck. Look atcha. I’ve barely done anything, and you’re in shambles.”

“You’re fuckin cra—ah..!”

His fingers curl in your sweet spot, “Hm? What was that?”

“Mar..mark!”

“Yeah. That’s better.”

Your pants are ruined, more of your slick trickles down as his fingers pump, there's an undeniable, wet shlick your pussy makes as his digits are plugged into you over and over.

Your knees buckle as you slump back, mumbling his name like a mantra, as he continues to bully your aching hole,

“Mark! Mark— pleas..ah!”

“Please what? Is this all it takes? One fingerbang and you’re ready to surrender? Fuckin’ weak.”

A pathetic whimper sobs shakes through your body as he shoves you harder into the wall, his fingers gaining a new angle, sinking deeper into your cunt.

“Be a good fuckin’ whore and cum for me, seems to me that’s the only thing you’re good for.”

Your hand raises; your nails scrape his cheek as you slap him.

“ ‘m I’m not— mhn! Not weak!”

A low chuckle rumbles through his chest, his thumb finds your clit again, rotating those rough waves of pleasure.

“Sh—I can’t!”

“Thhhattt‘s it, on cum on these fuckin’ fingers,”

You feel euphoric as that delicious hot pressure bubbles from your core, your eyes roll into your skull as his psychotic laugh echoes through your mind and a rapturous wave of pleasure is replaced with overwhelming dread as he doesn’t stop.

Your hips jerk involuntarily as his fingers drills you through your high.

“Mhm! Maarrk! Plea—! Sto..ah!”

“Come on, give me ‘nother”

“Nooo..!” Your fingers grip his wrist, as your head shakes furiously.

“You can take it, you’re not weak remember?”

“ ‘m not!”

“Good. Take it then.”

The squelch of your cunt is all you can hear as Mark’s lips captures yours, as your body tenses, your head attempts to pull away from his.

His free arm grasps the back of your neck your lips smash together, stealing your breath.

Your legs give out as your second orgasm hits you like a truck.

A Mark-shaped truck.

“That’s it, fall apart.”

Mark’s fingers stretch your cunt out with one last stroke, your hole twitches around nothing as he pulls away.

“All fucked out now, hm?”

A soft growl rumbles from you,

“Nothing to say?”

His tongue glides up his arm, encircling his fingertips as your juices mixed with his saliva as you watch him deep throat his fingers.

“Gross.”

Your arms wobble as you use the wall to inch yourself up. Your feet trip as you try to make your way into your room.

Mark snatches you up before your ass hits the floor.

“Fallin’ for me already?”

“Oh my god, fuck off!”

“Didn’t your mommy teach you manners?”

The garage door whips open as your mom screams your name.

“Speak of the devil.” Marks brows raise,

“Could I get some clothes, lady? Can’t show to the neighborhood bash in my ‘wrestling gear’.”

“You—“

“It’s okay, Mom. I’m fine, you should go get the clothes. Maybe we still have some of dad’s old clothes?”

Your mother’s face lights up in anger.

“I am not giving him your fath—“

“Please.. mom?”’

“Baby, bu—“

Mark’s costume wrinkles as you grip the material, his hands mirror yours, hands stroking your waist, unwavering smile.

“It’s okay, I’m okay. He— he won’t hurt me.”

A silent signal of trust.

Your mom obeys, brushing past you both, a glance over her shoulder before vanishing into the hallway.

Your eyes settle upon him again, scowl plays on your features as a smirk played across his.

“Why are you still here? To torture us?”

He tuts, “Why so morbid? I just wanna be your pretend boyfriend for a bit, babes. Have a little fun, won’t you?”

“No.”

“Too bad.”

His eyes lower, flicking between to your lips then back to your eyes, your breath holds as his thumb brushes your bottom lip.

“Here.”

You both jump as your mother’s voice sliced through tension.

Your mom’s arms outstretched, your dad's clothes neatly folded in her hands.

“Bathroom is down the hall, door to the left, get cleaned up there.”

Mark turns on his heels, his hand hovers over the clothes, grin playing on his lips as he leaned,

“Thank you, mom.”

His head turns to you in an owlish manner, “I’ll back back, babe.”

You stand next to your mom as you watch him skip down the hallway, the creak of door shutting sends rush of release.

Your mother’s arms wrap around you hastily,

“Are you okay, baby? Her hands stroke your cheek, moving your head, stretching your neck.

“Oh, these bruises..! Did he—?”

Your face feels hot as your mother runs her fingers over your hickies, you usher her hands away, cover your neck as you avoid her gaze.

“It’s fine, mom! We uh.. talked things through. Af—after a bit…”

Your mother’s eyes trace the new crack forming in the wall.

“I see..”

Her eyes snap back to you, “Did he say what he wanted?”

“Just wants to go the block party with me? He said if I don’t .. do what he wants he’ll rat us out.”

“Shit.”

Your brows fly up, hearing your mother cuss, is unprecedented, your hand rubs her chin as she exhales.

“Okay. Plan, we do what we he wants to today, then we get the hell out of dodge and move base again.”

You bit your lip,

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

“I just don’t know what he wants. Why he’s toying with us..”

Your mom tilts her head back, her eyes close.

“My guess..He wants to be entertained.”

“What’s a man gotta to do get some food? Maybe we should head to the block party early, babes.”

Your father’s clothes fit him surprisingly well. He almost looked.. like a regular well adjusted human.

Piercings now adorned his face as well.

A brow piercing, double looped ear piercing, and snake bites.

“You have piercings?” Your face quirks to the side as you scan his face.

“Yeah, take em out when I’m doing patrols, why you like?”

His grin makes your temperature rise.

“Shut up.”

…

Part 2

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Gray in his ***** ******* outfit :3