More shorts. I've been writing mostly for Tumblr and forgetting to cross-post. so enjoy a few more if you haven't already seen them. also warning Ive bumped the rating for this chapter up to M.

Anonymous asked: You should write more Johnny/Fem!Boss. Also, the one thing with the sibling rivalry between Gat!spawn and Matt!spawn. c:

Tamarin monkeys

"Marion!" the boss slammed her fist against the door to her daughter's room the gesture somehow meant to approximate knocking. She paused for a second to see if there would be any response, just to make sure no one could accuse her of invading the young tween's privacy.

When only silence met her ears the boss shifted her weight onto her other leg. Forcing all his strength into a vicious kick aimed right under the handle of the wooden door. Had the thing been locked it would have cracked the wood and sent splinters flying. As it was the poor door slammed against the inside wall with an earsplitting crack. The impact hard enough to crack the wall has it not been reinforced in that particular spot. A little safety feature Marion's father had installed to solve the problem without having to convince the saint's leader to be a little less dramatic with her parenting.

The raven haired teen lifted her head, giving her mother a withering glare over the top of her laptop. "Morning to you too mother-figure." She slipped her headphones onto her shoulders and pushed herself up against the headboard of her bed.

"Afternoon actually.." the boss replied, leaning against the door frame. "Not that you would know that hiding in this cave all day" she gestured to the dark bedroom. All the windows were covered with blackout blinds, the darkening effect compounded by the black paint and equally black furniture. If it weren't for the neon pink lights you wouldn't be able to see two inches in front of your face.

Marion shrugged her shoulders, she really didn't give two shits what her mother thought about her lifestyle. "The blackness feeds my internal soul" the boss rolled her eyes. What had she done to deserve this again? Oh yeah, had a baby with Matt. Should have seen that one coming. "Lovely. Now go outside and play with your sister."

"No fucking way. I still have the scars from last time." Marion pulled her headsets over her ears again, as if this would somehow end the argument. Not likely.

Sitting at the kitchen table Matt was sipping slowly on his second cup of coffee. Busying himself on his tablet so he didn't have to think too hard about how things were going upstairs. A series of loud crashes and muffled screaming drifted down the steps. Fairly typical so far, he probably didn't need to interfere.

Sure enough five minutes later the boss was frog marching her eldest daughter through the kitchen. Matt's eyes met his daughters as Marion made a plaintive gesture for rescue. Matt mouthed her 'sorry' and she responded with a very vocal "God, you're such a pussy dad!"

She didn't get to see what her dad's response to that was, the front door was already open and standing on the front doormat was the terror herself. Smiling so wide you could see her missing two baby teeth.

The boss plopped her down in-front of her half-sister, slamming the door behind Marion without so much as a "have fun you two!"

Aisha kept grinning at her elder sister, her own thin black hair pulled back into matching pigtails. She was wearing the blue dress with blue's clues print up the side and would have looked just like a normal little girl… If it weren't for the AK47 hanging from a shoulder strap, resting against her back.

It was almost comically big compared to the small half-Asien girl. If she had been any shorter the barrel would be dragging across the pavement. The denim pockets of her dress were filled to the brim with grenades and two pistols were clutched in her hands. "fiiiiiiinaly slow poke! You've been in there all daaaaaay.."

Aisha passed her pistols to her sister. "I brought tiny ones for you. I know you have week wrists like your daddy." Marion decided to let the comment slide. She knew from experience that arguing with her sister never helped anything.

"Just so you know, I'm only out here because our mom wants to have sex with my dad." Marion muttered looking down at the weapons in her hands distastefully.

Aisha shrugged pulling her rifle off her shoulder and cradling it in her arms. "Yeah.. But now that you're out here. I need second to watch my back. There's a new candy store and I want the five pound gummy bears they got on display." She followed this up with a grin and started walking back towards daddy-Gat's house. "I'll drive."

Marion shook her head, following after. At least this was better than another game of 'who can blow up the most cars' or 'hide and seek with sniper rifles'

"I could just forge an online order and have a whole box of the dumb things shipped to your house overnight!" Marion called, but all she got was a dirty look and an eye roll for her use of logic. If she pressed the issue it would no doubt boil down to a simple argument that this was more 'fun'.

Christ, what god has she pissed off in her past life to deserve a family like this.

Pairing: Fem!Boss/Johnny/Matt (NSFW)

A/N I wanted to make something for my OT3 it's not very long or very good but we need more so I made some.

Special thanks to antivanbrandy for beta reading and editing for me.

Three in a bed

"Relax Matt, I know Johnny doesn't seem like it but he's really rather gentle in bed."

Blue eyes moved from Johnny to the Boss and back again, finally deciding to settle on the woman in front of him. The cool touch of metal grazed his shoulder, the golden chains around Gat's neck bumping against him as he was pulled into the other man's lap.

"Well, only when I have to be." Johnny grinned. Tightening his grip on Matt's wriggling thighs;one in each hand, holding them open.

The Boss was watching with interest. She had pictured how this part would go down and right now everything was just as she fantasied. Johnny was reclining against the headboard like the unflappable motherfucker she loved, while Matt blushed like a schoolgirl, unable to hold still even though Johnny had yet to ease into him.

She rested her own hands on Matt's hips, guiding him down till the head of Johnny's slicked manhood was pressing against his entrance. The cyberpunk shivered, his eyes betraying the mix of anxiety and desperation the Boss just loved. Little Matt had a big imagination when it came to sexual exploits, but once you actually got him naked he would blink at you like an innocent doe staring down a semi-truck.

Johnny grunted; patience was never his strong point and Matt was quickly wearing out his limited grace period before Gat gave up playing nice.

"Deep breath kid.." the Boss purred, pushing down on Matt as Johnny thrusted up. Matt's arms found her shoulders and he pulled her in close, nuzzling into her neck. The Boss glanced up at Johnny noting how her friend has his teeth clenched.

She leaned close giving him a small peck on the lips, enough to get Johnny to look up at her, though it was always hard to tell with his mirrored shades on.

Matt arched back against Johnny's chest andthe Boss glanced down to see that they had managed to fit every inch of Gat inside him.

"Oh look at that…" Boss lifted up her shoulders, shrugging against the death grip Matt had on her,letting Johnny hold him around his middle while she sat back to drink in the sight. "That wasn't so bad now was it Matt?" She reached over, tilting up his chin. Matt's blue lips parted but he only managed a slightly pained moan. The Boss grinned, looking over his shoulder to her old friend. "How is he Johnny?"

"Fucking tight. Can we get on with this?" he growled back, his hips already wavering giving the cyberpunk slow half-trusts in his impatience.

The Boss nodded, enough toying with Matt - at least for now. "Absolutely. You better take him on his back, I don't think he's in any shape to help out."

"Ehh typical.." Johnny shrugged pulling out of Matt and slamming him down against the mattress. The Boss grabbed Matt's arms from behind, holding him still and resting his head in her lap.

Johnny took the hacker's thighs again, burying himself back into the youger man with a powerful thrust. The cyberpunk's back arched, his blue eyes wide as dinner plates. "Oh.. Oh Christ.."

Gat leaned over Matthew, his mirrored lenses on level with the younger's gaze. "Please Matt, just call me Johnny." The Boss snorted. She should have thought of this ages ago.

Matt nodded, "Sorry J-Johnny.." Gat raised his eyebrows at the Boss and she waved her hand at him as if to say 'Just start fucking him, I'm sure he'll shut up'

Johnny shrugged and did just that, settling into a rhythm. He had intended to start off slow but by the time Gat remembered he was already at a pace and that could only be described as rough. The Boss was watching, her grip on Matt's forearm tightening as she held him still. Both she and Johnny were captivated by the reaction the younger man was having.

The mix of moaning and panting coming from Matt's lips sounded like he was staring in his own porno, every thrust recieving its own little whimper and preen; panting to catch his breath in-between choked sounds of pleasure. Boss and Johnny shared another look ,the male gang member leaning down a bit to check on his partner. "You okay there Matt?" he asked tilting the hackers' chin up. Blue eyes managed to focus on the older man, nodding as he tried to gather enough breath to speak. "Y-yes.. You've.. ahha~ s-shit.." he only managed half of the accented sentence before falling back into his mantra of moans, his hips rocking in time with Johnny's - desperate for more.

The Boss snickered, ruffling Matt's messy black locks. "Oh I get it… Johnny just found your sweet spot, didn't he Pet?" Matt nodded emphatically following it up with a sharp cry of ecstasy as a particularly deep thrust sent a spike of pleasure up his spine.

"Well Gat, I guess it turns out you're a sex god" the Boss grinned reaching over to pull her second in command closer. Johnny grunted, still easily able to keep pace even with the melting twenty one year old between them. "Was there ever any doubt?"

The Boss shook her head 'no' and pressed her lips to Johnny's, the kiss deepening as the two Saints played for dominance. She had the upper hand at first but Gat was the first to slip his tongue passed her lips and gain the higher ground. She fought back hard but she couldn't stop him from running the tip over her back teeth.

Panting for breath she pulled back, their lips parting with a dull smack. She licked her lips, half lidded eyes and a cheeky smile on her face, but Johnny wasn't looking at her anymore. And where had those delicious moans from their youngest Saint gone?

The Boss and Johnny looked down, the latter's enthusiastic thrusts slowing as they noticed Matt's eyes were shut. The Boss poked his cheek but there was no response. He was still breathing, low and shallow, a stupid smile plastered over his blue tinted lips.

"Fuck me… I think you fucked him unconscious," the Boss breathed, shaking her head in disbelief.

Johnny shrugged. "I think I'm going to take this as a compliment." Boss laughed at that, sliding her arms under Matt's shoulders to pull the two males apart before setting Matthew down on his back on the mattress.

"Come here," she purred, "lets entertain ourselves while we wait for cybergod here to wake up…" she crawled over towards Johnny, sliding her hand between his legs and wrapping her fingers around his cock.

"For the record, I bet I could have fucked him back into consciousness too.."

"Probably better we don't risk it. You promised you wouldn't break my new toy."

Pairing: Matt / The ship

A/N: "Please don't destroy this ship. It's to beautiful to die. like me."

Cargo shipping

It was such a gorgeous ship, better than anything Matt could have imagined in his wildest dreams and he had some pretty wild dreams especially when it came to his beloved technology.

The cockpit was silent, most of the crew having already turned in for the night. But he was still up to keep her company. His precious Neuromancer. Oh the fun he would have discovering her secrets.

He had been up for two days strait pouring over every nook and cranny and still he had barely scratched the surface. A ship capable of traveling billions of light-years in a single bound. What had been a mere twinkle in the eye of science fiction writers was a reality. Hundreds of years before it's time and his… all his..

Matt wrapped his arms around a console, pressing his face against the whisper thin glass monitors. It felt warm against his cheek. The slow thrumming of the ship's core filled the silent room. A mechanical heartbeat he could feel and hear.

The hacker splayed himself against the control board careful not to disturb any of the complex buttons and levers. It was obvious that this ship was made for him, only he had the mind that could truly understand her.

She was the second most perfect creature he had ever seen, after himself of course. She deserved no less than his full devotion. "It's okay my beauty, I'll make sure those awful saints don't harm you. I promise.."

He smiled pressing his lips to her console feeling her warmth under his lips. Half lidded eyes roved over her and Matt found himself overcome with a sudden primal urge. She was feeling it too, she was shuttering under his fingertips.

Mat rocked his hips forward, moaning softly as he rubbed himself against her. She hummed back to him, trying to entice him into taking more. "You're such a tease.." Matt purred, dragging his fingers along her sensitive input devices.

She shuddered again prompting a soft murmur from her lover. "Yes, you like that don't you my pet?" the soft rocking of his hips sped up a little as Matt lost control of himself. He closed his eyes, picturing his lovely ship in his mind's eye. Her thrusters, the gun turrets that responded to him so well.. Her strong but flexible hull.

His fingers went to the long zipper of his jumpsuit pulling it down, ready to take this to the next step..

"Miller, what the fuck are you doing!"

Matt jumped away from the console, tripping over his feet and landing on his backside on the floor of the cockpit. A flash of red hair and grey jumpsuit and Kinzie was suddenly at the controls. She quickly corrected the flight trajectory pulling the ship out of the path of on an oncoming piece of space debris. An alarm somewhere in the background slowed and faded. Leaving the two hackers alone in silence.

"I… I can explain.." Matt protested, but Kinzie shut him up with a piercing glare. "Out of the cockpit. Now." she stated, her voice as cold as ice. Matt scrambled to his feet, backing out of the room. He opened his mouth again but decided better at the last second. Letting the doors close behind him with a snap.

Kinzie turned her attention to the console shaking her head. Oh Matt. Naïve, pathetic Matt… how desperate could you get?

This ship was already hers. She had stolen it after all. If Matt thought he was going to get between the two of them he had another thing coming.

Summery: The saints have the "Repopulating the human race" chat. The female boss calls dibs on Matt.

Three is Better Then Two

"There hasn't been anything but theoretical research on the topic before the earth blew up, but according to general scientific consensus you would need about one thousand breeding pairs." Kinzie stated, bringing up some of the charts she had created on one of the many screens that were attached to the ship's main computer.

The Boss looked up from the beer she was drinking, placing her feet up on the computer console despite the nasty look Kinzie shot her.

"So.. We need five hundred males and females?" Shaundi asked from her spot to the left of the female super hacker. She looked a lot more interested in this information then the Boss was and she had been the one to bring up the topic.

Kinzie shook her head, pointing to an algorithm under the main body of her charts. "Not necessarily. Under ideal circumstances 32 people could make the thousand breeding pairs, but the burden of raising that many children at once would probably be beyond what any small tribe could handle. Not to mention the loss of the most of the human race's biodiversity." She tapped her keyboard bringing up a second mathematical algorithm.

"Eventually we would adapt and develop new trains to replace the old ones, but that would be completely dependent on the environment of whatever new planet was settled. As well as taking a several tens of thousands of years."

Shaundi nodded, apparently able to follow Kinzie's train of thought. "Alright, so how many would we need to maintain the diversity thing."

"Well I would recommend a base population of at least four hundred ninety seven. The Zin abducted people from all over the plant so we should have every race and trait accounted for in some small way. I would need to see the population stats before I could give you a projection of recovery time though.

The Boss shook her head placing her drink down and cutting in on the conversation. "Look guys, I appreciate what you're trying to do here but none of this shit will matter if we don't find a way to take down Zinyak. Revenge first. Race rebuilding later. Preferably after there are more than just the nine of us."

"Yeah no kidding, I'm sure as shit not going to be participating in the repopulating thing" Shaundi said, crossing her arms over her chest. Kinzie nodded making a face as the hideous notion crossed her mind. "Ugh.. Don't look at me either. Not a chance in hell."

The Boss tilted her head to the side mulling it over for a second. She shrugged casually, adding. "I call dibs on Miller."

"What!"

The sound of something hard colliding with metal rang across the room. Apparently the mentioned saint had been working on something underneath one of the larger pieces of alien technology and had managed to smack himself in the head with a large piece of it.

The Boss leaned over to make sure he was all right, giving him a half smile as he glared at her in a mix of confusion disbelieve and probably pain.

"Oh don't be such a baby Matt." She grinned. "With your brains and my… everything else. We could make a fine future leader."

Kinzie and Shaundi shared a look, both of them standing up from their seats.

"Yeah I'm out."

"Me too"

Both girls left the room, the Boss watching them go and shrugging her shoulders again turning her attention back to Matt.

"I.. I honestly have nothing to say to that…" the hacker replied, wishing he could make a retreat with the other two. The Boss's smile grew even wider "You don't have to say anything. I called dips."

Matt looked away and bit his lip, unsure if the president was kidding with him. He didn't even want to think about what she was suggesting. Him and the Boss and kids? No way. Utterly ridiculous. Even if it was to save the human race. I mean she was… she was…

Her fingers wrapped around his hand, and she pulled him towards her. Matt flinched a little but she just gripped him tighter. She looked him in the eyes her fingers tilting his chin up. "Maybe if I'm lucky they will get your eyes to.."

Matt opened his mouth to snap back but she was already kissing him.