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ghoulgirlwrites · 2 years

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Keep You Safe Tonight

Pairing: Jet Star x Non-Binary Reader (they/them)

Era: Killjoy AU

Requested by: @broke-and-overwhelmed

Word Count: ~1700

Summary/Request: Hey! I was wondering if you could do a Jet Star x reader fic (nonbinary they/them) where the reader has had a crush on Jet for a while but has been trying to hide it. Then they end up having to travel for some reason only to find out there's just 1 bed for the two of them? I know its cliche but I just love this trope. Thank you!!

A/N: Here it is! Thank you for your patience, hope you enjoy! Also Jet having a motorcycle just fits idk.

You and your fellow Fabulous Killjoys were just arriving back at the diner from another successful mission, when Jet Star stopped you before you could go inside, his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/K/N?” He asked.

You turned to face him, trying to ignore the way his hand felt like it was burning you. “Yeah?”

“You did really good today,” he said.

You felt yourself brighten as you soaked in his praise. You knew Jet didn’t hand out compliments often and he was more difficult to impress than the other Killjoys. He wasn’t an ass or anything, he just wasn’t as open about his opinions.

But you didn’t want him to know how you felt about him, at least not yet, so you schooled your facial expression, hoping to achieve a casual look.

“Thanks,” you said, grateful your voice didn’t tremble over the single word.

“You’re welcome,” he said, smiling at you.

He let his hand linger on your shoulder for another moment before letting you go and following you into the diner. He went into the back room for something and you just stood in the main part of the diner, wondering what had just transpired between the two of you, if it was actually as significant as you wanted it to be.

“I know you like Jet,” said a voice behind you.

You spun around, to see Fun Ghoul laying on his back on the bench seat of one of the booths. He was currently tossing a rubber band ball towards the ceiling, before catching it in his gloved hand.

You strode towards him, snatching the ball from midair before Fun could catch it again.

“Hey!” He cried, reaching for it, but you held it above his head.

“You better not tell anyone what you know or expect to get a very unpleasant surprise,” you said.

He rolled his eyes, smirking. “I know something else too, but it’ll cost you to find out.”

You groaned. “What do you want?”

He smirked, tilting his head to the side as he considered you. “Clean my blaster and make sure all my shit is stocked for the next two weeks.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. What else do you know?”

“I know he likes you back,” he said, wearing what could only be described as a shit-eating grin.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You better not be messing with me.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “I’m not! I just know things, that’s all.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “How do you know then?” Fun went to reply, but you put a hand up. “And before you answer, you can’t blackmail me into doing anymore of your grunt work, so don’t even try it.”

“I wasn’t,” he grumbled. “I know because it’s totally obvious. You just don’t see it because you’re not an objective observer.”

You sized him up. “And you are?”

He nodded sagely. “Yes I am, in fact. And lucky for you, I’m also a kickass matchmaker and I’m willing to help you out of the goodness of my heart.”

“How?” You asked.

“I’m so glad you asked. You see, Poison asked Jet and me to head to Zone 6 to scout some Killjoy camps, but I’m going to make a strong case for you to go instead,” he said.

“Why would you do that?” You asked.

“Because I wanna see you two lovebirds happy,” he said. You considered him shrewdly. “Aaaand I kinda don’t wanna go myself, so this would mean I don’t have to.”

“And there it is,” you deadpanned.

“Come on, it’s a good offer. How often do you get the chance to have that much alone time with him?”

“Not often,” you admitted.

“See? It’s perfect!”

“How do you know Party will go for it?” You asked.

Fun smirked. “You forget how annoying I can be.”

You snorted. “Like anyone could forget that. When do Jet and I leave?”

“Two days from now,” he said.

You winced. “That’s soon.”

“The sooner, the better, I think,” Fun said.

You sighed. “Fine.”

After dinner that night, Jet sidled up to you, looking a bit nervous. “So I guess you heard Fun bailed on the scouting mission.”

“Yeah, he’s so fucking lazy,” you replied.

“Well, I think it’ll be nice. I’m looking forward to spending some alone time with you,” he said.

Your stomach fluttered as you met his gaze, only finding sincerity behind his eyes. “Me too.”

Two days flew by. You awoke bright and early on the big day, unable to sleep due to nerves. You were almost regretting taking Fun’s bargain. What if you and Jet didn’t have anything to talk about and the whole journey was filled with awkward silences? What if Fun was wrong and you made a fool of yourself?

But it was too late to back out now, and Jet even seemed to be looking forward to it. You’d noticed a spring in his step since the two of you had talked about it and you couldn’t deny that his anticipation was infectious.

You both attached your rucksacks to his motorbike, before he climbed on and looked back at you. When Ghoul had convinced you to go with Jet, you hadn’t realized that you’d be taking his motorbike, meaning a long drive with your arms wrapped around Jet’s waist, your face pressed against his back…

“Y/K/N?” Jet asked, shaking you from your thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Something wrong?”

You shook your head, partly to answer him and partly in the hopes that you could shake away the thoughts you were having.

“No, I’m all set, sorry,” you mumbled, before climbing on behind him.

“Good. Hold on tight, okay?” He asked.

“‘Kay,” you managed as you slunk your arms around his midsection, trying not to squeeze too hard.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Yup,” you said.

Then he started the engine and the two of you zipped off. The bike was loud, so there weren't many opportunities to talk. You just watched as the desert went by in blurs of red and brown, occasionally stealing glances at Jet’s face. You liked watching him ride his bike, whether or not you were on it with him, because of how exhilarated he looked, all the stress of being a killjoy on the run from BLI seeming to melt away.

Before you knew it, it was dark. You had yet to reach your destination, but Jet decided he was tired and wanted to rest at a motel you’d passed. There weren’t many left in the Zones, many having been destroyed beyond repair by BLI, so you knew that you might not get another opportunity to find a relatively safe place to rest.

The motel only had one vacancy, Jet took it, quickly paying before you could properly object. You muttered something about paying him back later but he acted like he hadn’t heard you.

You both got your things and brought what you needed into the room. As you both looked around, you quickly noticed there was only one bed. Your eyes widened.

“Okay, no big deal. It’s just a room with a bed,” you said.

“I can sleep on the floor…” he offered, but based on his half-hearted tone, it sounded like he wanted to sleep on the floor about as much as you wanted him to.

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s only for one night, right?” You asked.

“Right,” he said.

The two of you got ready for bed in slightly awkward silence. You were the first to climb into bed, while Jet just watched you.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He asked, eyeing you warily.

“Of course. Come on, Jet,” you said, patting the other side of the bad.

Thankfully, he obliged, coming over and getting into bed after you.

“Night, Y/K/N,” he said, switching off the light on the nightstand next to him.

“Night, Jet,” you said.

You tossed and turned for a while, and then sighed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I’m cold,” you whined.

Jet chuckled. “C’mere.” In the dark, you could just barely see him holding his arms out, inviting you to cuddle in his embrace.

You gladly took him up on the offer, shifting over to his side of the bed.

“Better?” He asked.

“Mhm,” you murmured.

You drifted off to sleep, lulled by the sound of his breathing and the warmth of his body against yours.

You awoke the next morning with your limbs tangled up with Jet’s. You’d been dreaming of this for a really long time, so you shut your eyes again, concentrating on holding perfectly still. You sensed Jet was still asleep and you didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“I know you’re awake,” he whispered.

“Dammit,” you hissed, biting your lip.

You went to free yourself from his embrace, but he held you tighter.

“Wait,” he said.

“Yeah?”

He exhaled sharply. “Look, Y/K/N, I know this might be out of line and Party would kill me for doing this, but I really like you. I have for a really long time. I really love fighting alongside you and watching you kick ass. Will you…willyoubemydebutalbum?” He blurted.

You chuckled lightly, giving him a peck on the lips. “I’d love that.”

You didn’t think going on a mission with Jet could be any more enjoyable, but after the morning’s confession, everything just felt easier. You completed what you’d been sent to do and headed home. And it was even better being pressed up against Jet’s back now that you knew he felt the same way about you.

When you reached the diner, you climbed off Jet’s bike and grabbed his hand to pull him off. He smiled at the contact and climbed off, wrapping himself around you.

You heard commotion from inside the diner, then saw out of the corner of your eye Fun, Party, Kobra, and The Girl come out of the diner.

“I knew it! I knew it! Kobra, you owe me!” Fun cried as he jumped up and down, clapping his tattooed hands.

“I don’t owe you shit,” Kobra grumbled.

You turned to them, glaring. “You were betting on us?”

Fun lowered his gaze. “Yeah, that was the other reason why I convinced Party to have you go in my place, but I couldn’t tell you because I couldn’t mess with the bet.”

“So instead you interfered by putting them in a situation where they’d be forced together?” Kobra asked.

“Yup, you got it. Admit it, Kobra, you’re tired of watching Y/K/N pine after Jet,” Fun said.

“But all along, I was pining after them too,” Jet said, giving you a tender look.

“Ew!” The girl cried and everyone laughed.

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eatmtloversskin · 3 months

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bunni-writing-desk · 1 year

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Alright killjoys I'm at a fork in the road

I'm writing a long-format fanfiction involving all of the fab 4 killjoys, not really deciding if it's going to be romantic or platonic or what relationships will transpire but there's an important part to this story. I'm writing it with the name of my killjoy OC, Retro Rat, but I aim to make my stories as readable by as many people as possible so this goes against what I usually post. I want to have your 'joys opinions on this, should I keep it with the OC name or change it to Y/K/N [your killjoy name]?

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littlesunshine1223 · 1 month

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Danger Days NSFW Headcanons?

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venushasvixens · 1 year

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Me looking at this account and seeing all the unchecked notes (I’m coming back, I’m just doing my own thang right now)

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anystalker707 · 11 months

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When we kill all our friends

Pairing: Party Poison x [gender neutral] Reader Word count: ~ 3 900 Genre: Angst / Comfort Summary: It's been bitter years since anyone saw the Fabulous Four, but it seems like Party Poison is inviting you to deal with them again.

Requested by anon ["can i request some angst/comfort for Gerard? just looking for that type of comfort run"]

MASTERLIST

No one ever promised it would be easy and, with a simple look, it was clear things weren’t easy either way. What were you supposed to feel when the life expectancy was reduced to shreds and even fucking robots fought for better living conditions? Life wasn’t about worrying about studying, starting a family, having fun with friends like it seemed to show on the old magazines you’d find—it was still hard to believe people would be around buying cars just for whims, having more houses than necessary and living monotonous lives—which didn’t date to long ago, horrifyingly.

Life now was guided by the youth. The damn kids, teens and young adults running around and trying to fix the future with their own hands before the industry shot them down like a plague. It was about living to the max while you still ran around the desert on your own feet. Seeing people of yours fall repeatedly.

You sighed as you took off your boots and threw them somewhere near the wardrobe, then sat on the bed. A shaky breath escaped your lips at the same time the bed creaked, absurdly loud. The place was more welcoming before, always with the sound of the other killjoys fucking around and with random stuff enough so it wouldn’t have that annoying echo. Whatever.

An itch made you rub the back of your hand against your cheek, and the unexpected sticky texture made you cringe. If you’d known the blood had gotten that far, you’d have cleaned it before it got that sticky because wasting water to clean some stupid Drac’s blood is a stupid luxury.

You decided to leave that aside for now since the tiredness already clung to your muscles, and collapsed back to the bed, observing the little polaroids taped to the wall beside the bed. Looking at those was like a relief. Gas. Motivation to keep going. Like a fighter being encouraged by their manager in between rounds. One of the pictures had the five of you and the Girl, trying to pose like families in the old magazines you would find, something that didn’t work quite well. Another had Jet fixing Trans Am. The next one had Kobra posing next to his bike with the Girl. Party on the diner’s roof. You painting. You and Jet working on Trans AM. Sleepovers. Party and you—

Knock knock knock.

Who could that fucking be? Already short before the sun sets and the Scarecrows were out? Low complaints escaped your lips as you walked to the door and it was a surprise to see Val fucking Velocity there, with his mates behind him.

“What do you want?” You leaned against the doorway with crossed arms and yawned. Val had that stupid flaming red hair and messy clothes as if he just walked out of a clasp with an Exterminator.

Val growled angrily and looked at you from behind that mask as if looks could kill, hands clenched into fists. “I want that friend of yours to stay out of the way! They keep thinking they got the strength of a thousand men just to ruin the whole battle and run off as if nothing happened!” His voice was sharp as he shouted in your face, arms moving around according to his words, and it was almost the same as... Well, not gonna comment on that. The red hair was enough. That new generation of killjoys didn’t even seem new at all.

You raised an eyebrow. “Friend? Look, I don’t even—”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” He clicked his tongue and looked away. “Look, if they ruin another clasp, I’m killing them on sight! I don’t care if they’re like a legend or something, it’ll be like dusting off an old dog! It’s no use if they don’t help at all! Get it?”

You rolled your eyes with a sharp exhale. “First of all, I’m the one dusting you if you come here the next time to yell at my face like that! You’re gonna leave this zone not even remembering your own name! You hear me? Who do you think you are? How did you even find me?”

Val was the one to roll eyes this time, giving your words as much credit as to those random ‘joys from around the desert who preach about the return of a god, already on his way back to his bike with his friends, who seem as happy as him. “How did I find you? Easy thing if you’re not a fool! Y’know what they say, (k/n)! You can sleep in a coffin, but the past ain’t through with you!”

And they rode off, leaving you with the silence and the setting sun. Right. How far did the info that you were still in the diner despite it being partially destroyed spread around? It better not have fallen in the wrong hands. Either way, you had a bigger problem at the moment.

“(K/n), my kid! What brings you here?” Dr. D greeted you with that same smile from always, wheeling to the cooler to grab you your favorite soda. You caught it when he tossed the can. “Wanna make an announcement again?”

“Ah, no!” You shook your head and took off your jacket with a relieved sigh, tossing it on the couch. The heat out there was especially harsh today. Or maybe the anxiety buzzing under your skin was getting the best of you, so the cold drink Dr. D offered you was the best thing ever. Just feeling the cold can in your palm through the fingerless leather gloves was already pleasing. “I am here to look for something! Or someone, better say!”

“Someone?”

A sigh escaped your lips and you nodded, opening the can carefully so you won’t waste a drop. “Have you heard anything about Poison?”

Dr. D furrowed his eyebrows and you could sense the perplexed gaze from under those dark sunglasses. He swallowed and cleaned his throat. Oh, how you hated going through that. “Poison?” His voice was almost like he was saying a secret. “As in Part—”

“Yeah, them!” You nodded and took a gulp of the cold drink, feeling it go down your throat, cold and refreshing. Almost painful. “Heard about their whereabouts?”

He sighed and moved over to his table, where all his radio stuff was, and went through some papers. “Something happened?”

“That bastard’s slandering my name, I think. Some weeks ago, Chow Mein didn’t let me buy anything because, apparently, some person was using my name when getting stuff and only one person knows my dealings with Chow!” You clicked your tongue, leaning back against the wall. “I also received a note about a debt that isn’t mine. Yesterday, Val Velocity showed up threatening me because of them. I might need to have a word with them.”

That was so off. Party usually didn’t want anything to do with you, but now, it was like they were sending you invitations to go after them. It had been some bitter years since you’d seen their face.

Dr. D cleaned his throat as he wheeled back to you, still with that odd vibe. “There’s not much, kid. They didn’t just disappear to you. I suspect they’re just going by a different name now, though. You might want to check this out.”

The paper had messy handwriting on it. Hopeless Deathwish — Zone 2, Route Bella Muerte, Mile 74. “Hopeless Deathwish,” you mumbled the words. They didn’t feel strange, but you couldn’t quite grasp what they related to.

Whatever that place was, it was in a dangerous Zone that you didn’t risk going to unless you really needed it. As much as you were a potency in the desert, you weren’t more than one. You could handle a few Dracs or an Exterminator, but not both at once, so the idea of facing whoever Hopeless Deathwish was sat in the back of your mind until you randomly remembered it when crossing Zone 2 on your way to Battery city. Maybe you’d make a stop on the way back.

BLI had a specific criteria regarding how to deal with killjoys that entered the city. They’d just spend their energy actually chasing you if you’d bring them some sort of reward in the population’s eyes. Being there was dangerous for you only if they actually knew you were you because, fuck, can you imagine? (K/n) from the past generation of killjoys, now down, only one to go—all over electronic billboards and newspapers. The changes that happened through the years guaranteed you a disguise that was enough to walk through the streets of Battery City unless you faced a dedicated Exterminator.

You sighed as you hopped off your bike and looked around. The city was still full of robots begging for out-of-line parts or preaching about the robot you saw dead in the middle of the desert. It wasn’t much of a new thing anymore and you’d already grown thick skin not to care about stuff you couldn’t change directly.

Wednesday afternoons were never really agitated. People and droids were on their jobs or studying, so it was pretty calm to go around avoiding the occasional Dracs that guaranteed the public peace. Usually, the city had a lot more shadows than the desert, so it was somewhat nicer to walk around; your jacket didn’t make you peel off your skin. There were even air conditioners. Not to mention how Battery city had a particularly heavier vibe today with the slightly colder wind rushing through the city announcing an oncoming acid rain that would, for sure, only hit the city before it extinguished. Hopefully you’d enjoy a little bit of the rain.

The store that you walked in had an air-conditioner, in fact, causing the temperature to change pleasingly when you walk past the door and under the fanning, cold air. A lingering perfume among the characteristic smell of new plastic hovers in the air, and you wonder if the shop just received a new shipment of robotic parts. Hopefully, they did, and also the exact ones that you need. Glass counters and displays show the pieces and parts with price tags, only a preview of what you may find in all of the isles further in the white place, divided in areas destined for used and also brand new pieces. People’s soft talking falls incoherent under the ambient music playing from the speakers on the white roofs.

“Good afternoon!” A person shows up out of random with a smile and white clothes contrasting to the store’s logo printed on the chest pocket. “What would you be looking for today?”

“Um, hey.” You sighed, finally tearing your gaze away from all the displays. “I need these.”

Everything was listed on the paper you gave them. Their motions were almost robotic as they read it all, and you wondered what generation of droid that was—probably an older one, even if they didn’t seem any older than 25 years old. “Follow me!”

You ended up with a basket full of goods more expensive than you imagined. Seemed like you wouldn’t be able to take all of it, but... what if? Dismissing the droid that helped you out with a few ‘thank you’s, you waited in the line to check out. Everyone was busy, right? You grabbed some of the smallest droid pieces in your palm, pretending to look around as you slipped it in your pocket and— The droid from the other line was... watching you... Well, it was just a packer, maybe they wouldn’t do anything, right? Right?

Gulping, you walked ahead on the line, but froze when you saw the cashier look at you. Despite the sweet smile, there was something that didn’t sit right. The packer from the other line still looked at you. The packer from your line looked at you. The other cashier looked at you.

Well fuck.

You just pocketed everything you could and took your gun in hand before you started sprinting out of the shop, ignoring the screams of the civilians. Droids weren’t running after you, and you hated knowing that was because they simply didn’t need to. Curses escaped your lips under your breath while you ran down the streets and hoped not to run into any Drac at least until you reached your bike. The wind was colder now. Some pieces dropped and hit the concrete with a metallic sound, but the most important ones were in the bottom of the pockets, so it wasn’t exactly important holding them while you ran.

Just a little more and you’d get to your bike, just another turn and— Fucking Korse— Wait, Korse? With a couple Dracs behind him?

Your eyes almost jump out when you run into the Scarecrow who you thought to be dead already—did they replace him with a droid as well or something? Whatever it was, you didn’t want to find out, immediately turning on your heels to try and run around the block, but there were fucking five Dracs closing the other side of the street. Fuck off, that wasn’t going to be easy.

The gun aimed at the Dracs, shooting down one of them before the shots started coming from behind and you had to try to hide behind a billboard near the bus stop could so you could focus on only one side first, but it didn’t exactly seem helpful because the distance between you and them didn’t give you time enough.

No, it was impossible that you’d die there. For such a damn stupid reason. They must’ve noticed you were you already since they even sent Korse in a way-too-well-thought trap because they knew where you’d head to, they knew where your bike was. Goddamnit. Your hands shook as you pressed the trigger more and more, fruitlessly trying to take the Drac’s down with a failing aim. Your end was—

“You’re still alive, egghead? Damn, what a shame, I really thought I’d been the one to kill yah!” A voice said before one of the Dracs that followed Korse dropped to the ground with a shot on their back, and Korse turned around with wide eyes. You widened your eyes too because you remembered that voice quite well, you’d recognize it even in a thousand years. Its owner, on the other hand, seemed not to care as they kept shooting at Korse and you used the distraction to deal with the other Dracs and you could run away while you could, but you decided to stand there to get at least a glimpse of them.

Korse received a kick on his side before someone ran off and you furrowed your eyebrows, almost gasping. Black hair, really? Black clothes, only? Some drops of rain already started to stain the ground by the moment you started to run after them, gun in hand and glancing back to make sure Korse wasn’t making you guys company.

No way they didn’t know you were following. It was as if they dared you to stop because the direction was opposite to your bike, after all. You didn’t mean to stop. Your chance was right there.

All the running already had your lungs aching, but it didn’t stop you from trying to fill them to the max and scream as hard as you could.

“POISON!”

Rain announced itself in a loud sound of thick, strong drops hitting against the roofs of the buildings nearby until it was there, enveloping the two of you coldly.

“POISON!” You screamed again and then once more, fighting against how muffled your voice sounded as the rain soaked the ground and you as well, resounding loudly and muffling any other sound. Your muscles ached already, burning as they threatened to give up under each hard step, but the sight of a car in the distance made you run even faster. When you reached them, you couldn’t stop in time, hence you ended up pressing them to the car by tripping over your feet, but that didn’t discourage you.

You make them turn around, holding onto their collar as you gaze into eyes that seem so familiar yet so strange at the same time, your gun falling to the ground now, carelessly. It’s the same face that you know from all those years, but now framed by soaked black hair that feels so off and new scars kissed by the rain that justify one of their eyes that lost its hazel color to a whitish one.

“Why?!” You could feel yourself screaming without meaning to. “After all this time! Why?!”

Party looked at you, blinking a couple of times, then turned their face away while trying to push your hands off them. “Not now!”

Fire seems to burn in your body despite the ice-cold rain that falls, making your clothes and hair cling to your skin and ruin a great part of the stuff you have in your pockets. “If not now, then when, you bastard? I—”

“Stop right there!” Korse stood there again, making you two curse while looking at him and the scene was way too familiar.

A rainy night. Fallen killjoys. Your heart felt as if it could rip out of your chest just by how strong it was beating.

“No!” You screamed, feeling fire burn in your veins again as you let go of Party to face him bare-fisted, sending him down with a single punch despite the gun that pointed at you. “You will not take me alive, you hear me?” The rain was still deafening, muffling whatever Party told you as you pinned Korse to the ground so you could punch him more. “You took them, but not me! I’m still here!” The screams were guttural, with little regard to how your vocal cords or your knuckles with the punches that hit his face and you wondered more about Korse’s robotic nature seeing no blood, but there was no time to conclude anything before you were being dragged back.

“You’re still the fucking same! Insane!” Party complained as they dragged you until they were able to throw you in the car. “We need to leave! I’m sure you don’t need to die here!” They closed the door to the car and rushed over to the other side, grumbling as they started Trans AM as fast as they could and speeded out of the place with screeching tires.

It felt so silent inside the car. The raindrops hit the windows and roof in muffled tapping sounds while the engine hummed under you, something that was quite luring and calming, opposing the feelings that bubbled in your veins. Your lungs still screamed for air as you sat there, replaying the recent events in your mind, hands aching. In the end, your bike was being left behind—your bike, originally Kobra’s—, probably to be stolen by a robot or taken by the Industry. You looked at the streets in front of you before your gaze averted to Party. It was like seeing the same painting from years ago with a frame that didn’t match it at all.

“...Why are you here?” You asked, shaking your head lightly. “After all those years—”

“Wrong place, wrong timing.” Party sighed, eyes on the road and knuckles going white around the steering wheel.

“That’s not it!” You sighed. “You left without saying anything! No reason to leave, and now you had no reason to come back! Sending me those stupid little hints! What’s happening? Why did you even leave, in the first point? We needed each other more than ever, at that time! Then you’re back as if nothing happened? You know, we—”

“I KILLED THEM!” Party screamed in response. “How was I going to live there, in the place we lived, with you, bearing the guilt that I KILLED MY FRIENDS?! All my friends?! It was the last straw when they got the Girl! Are we going to have a funeral forever? Fucking live already! Forget it, go party, I don’t know!” Their screams were also gutural, pained like yours, with the same tinge of pain. “What was there left to do? Sit and cry with you?”

“Does being there for each other mean nothing?” You screamed, your heart pumping stronger, almost burning as you were even more surprised with their thoughts. If they had run away to deal with themself, that’d be okay, but running away because of that? “How can you be that selfish? What do you think that Jet would’ve—”

“JET IS DEAD! DEAD!” Party screamed again. “And I killed him when I got us in that goddamn trap! Sent him and Kobra to fuckin’ die! It doesn’t matter anymore what he would’ve thought!”

The words brought back a memory. You had warned Party that night, but no, it was just you being annoying because “what do you mean we don’t need to consider sacrificing ourselves in every confrontation? It’s always decisive” and before anyone could do anything, the news were spreading across the desert already, talking about how “Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid got dusted, ghosted out on Route Guano”.

All of that made you want to take Party’s hand and tug it down so maybe you’d just crash down a hill and die because it would be easier that way.

“You did not kill them! Are you crazy?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Did you force them to go there or anything?! Jet always had more brains than you, you idiot! He would have convinced you to give up on that if he wanted to! Everyone was just playing around and pretending you were the mighty leader because everyone liked you too much, maybe just Ghoul believed that!”

“Then it makes me the one to kill Ghoul!”

“Oh, yeah!” You rolled your eyes and laughed bitterly. Your throat ached and your face felt hot, maybe not just wet because of the rain anymore. “Because you were the one who told him to sacrifice himself while everyone else screamed at him to stop, right?! The one who forced him to be killed while everyone watched! Why do you want to have killed them so bad?!”

You kept screaming while the memories felt livid, as if all of that had happened just minutes ago instead of years. Your hands gripped onto Party’s, finally, not caring whether you could die or not, resulting in a small wrestling between the two until they finally managed to stop the discontrolled car and fight you back. It wasn’t enough because your anger and the way you knew them too well made it hard to fight you back and then, after he opened the car’s door in an attempt to get away, you two were rolling around on the desert’s sand.

Nails ran against skin, pierced and burned; elbows and knees hit here and there, causing sharp pains, but none of you bothered about it. At least the pain would make you feel something.

Your chest shuddered as the groans of anger turned into sobs of sadness and you were openly crying, not even able to properly see what was going on with Party. It was so cold—the wind of the night already starting to fall on the desert hitting against your soaked clothes and sending shivers down your body—, and the only warm thing there was Party’s lips pressed against yours.

“I’m sorry,” they whispered, also crying, then gave you another kiss, a gentle one. “‘M so sorry...”

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JUMPS FROM THE JET FLYING ON THE SKY HELLO LUNE !!!!!!!!! can i request ibara + 34 ?? i am starved for funny glasses man content eueueueueueueue thank you so much mwa !!!!!!

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always so busy.

you stare at your screen, crammed in your side of the couch, waiting for anything to distract you–the empty space next to you was much more suffocating than any person could be. not a corn of dust dared settle there–as if, just in case. and just in case, always, until it became a boring routine–wait, a little longer–for tomorrow maybe, so wipe your longing eyes and repeat.

boring–but a simple metal clang was quick to cure. in your weariness, you almost passed it for the wind–but you prop yourself up–and the dark lights up mauve when he meets your eyes again.

as if the sun rose in you, you roll yourself off of your throne–tired feet carrying you toward him. unusually welcome arms supported your sides when you fell into him, burying your face in his shoulder, clutching the lapels of his suit. the familiar smell of lilac and vanilla, of home–the gentle touch of lips against your skin.

“i’m back.”, ibara whispers.

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Pairing: Jet-Star x reader,

Warning: Cussing, blood, mentions of violence, normal killjoy things,

Summary: Reader recently ran away from battery city, but was shit on the way out, Jet-Star finds them just in time to help them.

Album/Music video: Danger Days

"Shit, shit shit shit," I cursed, holding on to the wound as tight as I could. I dropped to my knees as my vision started going blurry. I heard an engine coming closer before I blacked out. I coul hear voices the entire time.

"Think you can save em Jet?" A male voice asked.

"I would be able to do it quicker if you weren't over my shoulder while I stitched this up," another male voice came from directly above me.

"Would suck if they died, they're kinda cute," the first voice rang out again.

"Shut up and let Jet work, Ghoul," a third voice rang.

Some time later I woke up in what looked like a bedroom. I winced as I sat up, hearing the door close.

"Your awake," the man in the doorway, the second voice from earlier, stated bluntly.

"Yeah," I winced at the scratchiness of my throat, "how long was I out?"

"Almost a week, we didn't think you were gonna make it much longer," he moved a couple steps closer to me.

"Who are you, exactly?" I asked while he changed my bandages a few moments later.

"Jet-Star, just call me Jet," the name sounded familiar but I wasn't able to place it in time before chaos rang through the main room. A loud bang followed by yelling.

"Ghoul!" The third voice from a week prior yelled. Jet sighed and stood, motioning for me to stay here while he went and dealt with it.

A few moments passed before I heard Jet yelling after Ghoul and a short, dark haired male burst into the room. We made eye contact for a few seconds before his face split into a wide grin. Jet's curly hair came into view before the rest of his face did, and when I could clearly see his eye patch the man was grabbed by the collar and pulled back.

"Does she need something to drink?" Another male voice I hadn't heard before spoke.

"Yeah, get her some water," Jet called back before quietly scolding the man in front of him. I could only assume it was 'Ghoul' that everyone was yelling at.

"The name's Fun Ghoul," the man confirmed as I continued to stare at him. It suddenly clicked why the names sounded so familiar, they had been on the news several times.

"Do you got a name?" Party Poison came in with a bottle of water.

"Like, a killjoy name?"

"Yeah," he answered and I took the water bottle gratefully.

"I haven't thought about it," I chugged half the thing before continuing, "I've been unconscious most of the time I've been outside of Battery City."

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Months later, the boys had helped me find who I wanted to be and helped me come up with k/j/n. Jet and I had a special bond though, we've never talked about it, but everyone knew it was there.

"I still don't think it's healthy," Kobra said. I had originally gone to complain about how Jet was looking at some of the girls at the gas station, but that had spiraled into the complicated relationship that sat between me and Jet.

"I know, I know," I waved him off, "you aren't the first person to say that. I just don't want to fuck it up like he-"

Kobra stopped what he had been doing to the car and stared at me through his sunglasses.

"like he what?" Kobra questioned, his eyebrows furrowing.

"A few weeks ago Jet wrecked my shit," Kobra's mouth flew open, "that one day where the rest of you went out for a ride and we offered to stay."

I regretted saying it as soon as I did, knowing that Kobra couldn't keep anything from his brother, who couldn't keep it from his best friend.

"Don't tell anyone until I talk to Jet," I pleaded.

"You'll talk to Jet?"

"Yes, fine I'll do it now," I surrendered before going inside. I made a beeline straight for Jet's door and knocked.

His door swung open to reveal his curly mop sticking up everywhere.

"Hey, um, we need to talk," I tried to calm my beating heart.

"About what?" He leaned against his doorframe. I looked around the hallway, taking a breath of relief to watch Party and Ghoul go outside.

"When you saved my life all those months ago you said that you didn't think I would make it," I avoided the subject I originally wanted to talk about, "why did you try to save me anyway?"

"I don't know," he shrugged.

"Bullshit."

"Excuse me?" He raised his eyebrow.

"I call bullshit," I flung my arms out.

"What do you want me to say? I've loved you since day one?" He yelled back.

"What?" I hushed my tone.

"Nothing," he went to shut his door, but I jammed it with my foot.

"This isn't what I wanted to talk about," I cursed myself, "I wanted to talk about the day we acted upon our unspoken feelings."

"Why can't they stay the way," Jet learned his head on the door, "unspoken."

"Because it's killing me Jet! I know how I feel about you, and it kills me knowing you feel the same way but flirt with people. I want to be yours," I was barely whispering by the end, but I knew he heard me. He swung open his door fully again and pulled me into his chest. Holding me tightly and kissing the top of my head.

"Then you can be mine," he whispered, "as long as I'm yours."

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we could live forever (if you've got the time) (jet star x reader smut)

Kinktober Day 5: Morning Sex/Comfort Sex

Reader Pronouns: None mentioned but reader has AFAB anatomy

Content:

- Injury recovery/patching up

- Riding

- Sub!Jet

- It's weirdly fluffy, for what it is

Word Count: 2,624

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult for consumption by other adults only. If you are under 18, please do not read or interact in any way.

The first rays of sunlight creep through the cracks in the blinds, creating vague spots of gold on the tile floor. As the morning light dimly illuminates the room, you take note of Jet's face.

You see a myriad of feelings in his darkly-shadowed eyes, all hiding behind a guise of deep concentration.

Exhaustion. Worry. Love.

You shift slightly against his hold. His hand wraps tighter around your wrist, keeping you in place.

"Don't move it." His voice is gentle, despite the authority that the words are supposed to hold. "I think that I've got it more or less sterilized. Let me bandage it, please."

You go still, allowing him to wrap the medical tape around the wound at the top of your shoulder. The pinching of the tape against the already-painful area causes you to stiffen, though you force yourself to relax your muscles. You don't want to make this any harder on Jet.

By the looks of it, he's already struggling quite a bit.

Finally, he stops pulling on the tape. With a sigh, he sits back, wrapping his arms around himself. "Think that's the best I can do."

You look down at your newly bandaged arm. You move your fingers experimentally. Aside from the expected stiffness and the nagging ache, it isn't so bad. Thankfully, it isn't even your dominant arm.

"You did a great job." You turn back towards him, offering a shaky smile. "Thank you."

Jet doesn't say anything. He doesn't even smile back. He simply nods at you.

You frown, looking down at the floor. Your body begs you to lie down and sleep the newly-dawning day away, but you know that isn't an option. Your arm still stings as though the ray has just brushed it.

It hums, you think. Like the feeling of music, pouring through a speaker and through your body.

You think of the Mad Gear and Missile Kid concert that you attended a few weeks ago. The music seemed to become a part of you, coursing through your veins just as your blood did. You felt electric, every part of you buzzing and alive.

It was that feeling that inspired you to rush the stage and take a leap of faith back into the crowd. You allowed the sea of ragtag 'Joys to carry you from the front of the room to the back. Your journey finally stopped when you felt strong arms wrapping around your waist and lowering you to the ground again, a familiar voice pleading over the music for you to be a little more careful, please.

You rolled your eyes, shouting that you were just fine, Jet.

Without him saying a word, you can tell that Jet is worried sick right now. Deep down, you know that's not all there is to it. The wound isn't all that bad, really. As a medic, he surely knows this.

Still, you intend to remind him. "Hey."

He lifts his head, giving you a silent, questioning look.

You reach across the space between you with your good arm, holding your hand out to him. Without question, he threads his fingers through yours.

Your shaky smile returns. "I'm gonna be okay, alright?" You run your thumb over his in an attempt at reassurance. "Hell, I could probably go out shooting this afternoon, if you wanted me to..."

Jet shakes his head. "You won't," he insists. "You've gotta rest a bit. Nothing worse than irritating a fresh wound."

You huff out a halfhearted chuckle. "Alright. If you insist."

More than anything, you hope he'll at least try to smile at you, even if he doesn't really mean it. He doesn't even attempt it, his gaze travelling back to the sun-dappled kitchen floor.

You frown. It's starting to look like you're going to have to ask.

"Jet."

He still doesn't look at you. "Hmm?"

"What's eating you?"

"What's eating me?" He lets out a clipped chuckle. "I was up all night, tending to your wound."

A flash of irritation travels through you. You know it probably isn't rational, but hey, you're exhausted. Staunching the bleeding from a fresh raygun wound isn't exactly your idea of a party, either. "Yeah, well..." You attempt to shrug, thinking better of it when you feel that buzzing pain shooting through your nerve endings. "Might be inconvenient, but it kinda comes with the territory of being a medic, doesn't it?"

His face softens, if only slightly. "You know I didn't mean it like that."

"What did you mean, then?"

Jet sighs, pulling his hand away from yours. Irritated as you may be, you can't help but mourn the loss of contact.

"I feel like I failed you," he admits quietly.

You blink. "Failed me?" you echo incredulously. "What are you talking about? You saved my ass."

He shakes his head. "Wouldn't have been anything to save you from if I had been looking out for you in the first place," he says. "I'm the reason you got shot. I owe it to you to patch you up."

"I'm the reason I got shot, Jet," you tell him. That's the truth. "It was a miscalculation on my part. Wrong place, wrong time."

"I saw them coming," Jet continues. "I should have warned you, but then that one got ahold of Kobra, and I..."

"Saved his life," you finish. "And I'm glad that you did. I'd rather have a fucked-up arm than a dead 'Joy on our hands. Plus, if anything happened to their baby brother, Poison just might kill us all."

Jet cringes. "Don't even wanna think about that."

"Exactly." You reach for his hand again. Without hesitating, he takes it.

"Don't beat yourself up," you tell him. "You don't have to protect me all the time. The others need you, too, you know." You move your bad arm again. "Besides, it's nowhere near as bad as it could have been. I got lucky. It barely grazed me."

He gives you a skeptical look. "You were bleeding like it was more than a graze."

"Yeah, but I've got plenty of blood." You laugh. "What difference does losing a little bit make?"

"I don't think that's how it works..."

"Course it is."

"Okay, sure." Finally, he smiles at you. A real, genuine smile that leaves your heart fluttering in your chest.

Through the quiet of the kitchen, he meets your eyes and makes a confession. "I'm just glad that you're okay," he murmurs. "I couldn't stand to lose you."

Your chest tightens. You squeeze his hand. "You aren't going to lose me." You say it decisively, like there's no question in it whatsoever. Even though the world has long since gone to hell, you refuse to believe that such a statement may not be true.

"It's going to be you and me, Jet," you promise him. "Forever."

Despite the exhaustion and worry that seem to have become him, his face lights up. "That sounds pretty damn good to me."

You chuckle, leaning in closer to him.

As soon as his lips meet yours, you feel your tension beginning to melt away, as if this was what you needed all along. The humming pain in your arm fades into the background as you kiss him. Once of his hands wrap around your waist, causing you to sigh into his mouth.

After everything that you went through the day before, kissing Jet as the sun rises feels like sweet relief. A promise that everything just might be okay, after all. Reassurance that you've made it to see another day. Together.

Jet pulls back in surprise as you straddle his lap. "What are you—"

"Shh." You press a kiss against his stubbled jaw, running a hand over his chest before your lips trail down his neck.

"It's still early," you mutter against his skin after a series of kisses. "Nobody else will be up for a while. We have time."

The fact that his hard-on is pressing against your thigh tells you that he probably won't shoot you down. Still, it doesn't surprise you when he asks: "What about your arm?"

You giggle against his neck before pulling back, meeting his eyes. "What about it?"

He scoffs. "C'mon. I know that has to hurt." He gives you that look of concern that you know so well. You resist rolling your eyes. "I don't really think that laying on the floor will help very much..."

"Won't be much of a problem if I'm not the one on my back, right?"

Your hand ghosts over his thigh, — so close to where he needs you.

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. "Fuck," he mutters, running a hand through his dark curls. "I guess not."

"That's what I thought." You lean back in, kissing him quickly before pulling back. "Now, do you want me to ride you or suck you off?"

"Fuck," he says again, voice already shaking. You bite back your smirk. Even after all this time, it still mystifies you just how desperate you can make him in such little time. "Want you to ride me. Please."

In an unfitting gesture of innocence, you lean in to kiss his cheek. "Your wish is my command, baby," you purr. You press your hands against his chest, pushing him towards the floor. "Isn't this something? You get a reward for being the best nurse in the world."

You reach down to undo his jeans, laughing as his hips buck against your touch. "There's not a patient bone in your body."

"Don't have the time to be patient." He stares up at you as you stand up just long enough to get rid of your pants and underwear. As soon as you begin to position yourself over him again, his hands return to your waist.

You love his hands more than anything. They're gentle most of the time, but strong. Capable.

You sigh as he reaches under the worn fabric of your shirt, stroking along your side with his thumb. "I need you now," he says. "Please."

Your head spins for reasons you can't chalk up to sleep deprivation or blood loss. "So pretty when you beg," you remark, reaching down to tug down his boxers. You hover over him for a moment, smiling wickedly down at him. "You want this pussy, baby?"

"Mmm... Uh-huh." His fingers dig into your hips. "Please. Need it."

"Well. Since you asked so nicely..." You lower yourself onto his cock. Your breath hitches as you sink down on him.

Though you intended to continue teasing him, you lose your composure for a moment. Having him inside of you just feels so right. You fit together like you were made for each other. You know that sounds sappy and crazy, but you're exhausted, and so glad to be alive. Alive, and on the floor of the diner, on top of the only man you've ever loved. The only man you will ever love.

"Fuck, Jet," you curse, lifting your hips before slamming down against him again.

He lets out a breathy moan, his hands beginning to wander. He clumsily pulls your tattered, bloodstained shirt over your head, tossing it aside haphazardly. His hands travel upwards to knead your tits.

You toss your head back, letting out a loud moan as the early morning sun warms the bare skin of your back.

"Shh," Jet hushes you. "Everybody else is still asleep." Paying no mind to his own warning, his thumbs brush over your nipples, inspiring another squeak.

"Kinda hard to keep quiet when you, — fuck, — feel like this," you manage. You're riding him faster now, rocking your hips down against him at a frantic pace. "You always make me feel so fucking good, Jet. Drives me insane."

"Yeah, well... The feeling's mutual." He laughs under his breath, only for another high-pitched moan to break up from his throat. "Fuck..."

You look down at his face, illuminated by the golden morning light. Dark brown curls, fanned out around his head. Skin, evenly tanned from countless days spent under the often-unforgiving California sun. Warm eyes the color of black coffee, looking up at you with all the adoration and pleading that you've seen expressed towards the Zones' elusive deities.

His head tilts back, exposing his throat as he lets out a chain of unintelligible pleas.

He is so fucking beautiful, sprawled out on the cold tile. You can hardly believe that he's real, let alone that he's yours.

You ride him harder, looking down at his pleasure-clouded expression with deep concentration. Every sound that he makes feels like a reward. You would do just about anything to hear those noises.

You gasp as you feel one of his hands trailing down your body. It stops between your legs.

Your own sounds of pleasure grow louder as he rubs quick circles against your clit, matching the rhythm that you've set.

The building heat in the pit of your stomach causes your movements to fall out of time. "Jet," you manage. "Jet... Holy fucking shit, gonna come..."

"Yeah?" His voice is all breathy again, high-pitched as he spurs you on. "Gonna come all over me?"

"Mmm-hmm." Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as your rhythm becomes unsteady. The warmth spreads throughout your lower abdomen, stretching like a rubber band, preparing to snap.

Finally, you tighten around him, crying out as you come. As you begin to pulse against him, Jet throws his head back, coming inside of you with a deep groan.

The whole diner seems to go silent in the afterglow. You swear you can hear a tumbleweed rolling around outside. Then again, that might be your sleep-deprived delirium talking.

You feel even more worn out now than you did earlier, which is really no surprise. You just used up the last bit of your energy, riding Jet as though your life depended on it. You can't think of any better way to completely drain yourself after a stressful, sleepless night.

Jet looks up at you, panting. "Well, damn."

You smile, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. "Damn is right." You run your hand affectionately across his cheek as you pull away. "Thanks, babe. I feel much better now."

You stand up, letting him slip out of you. Jet releases a slight whine at the separation.

You reach for your discarded clothes, pulling your underwear on as you feel his come beginning to trickle out of you. As unpleasant as you know it will feel later, you can't exactly be bothered to do anything about it.

"Hell, at this point I could probably take on the world," you continue, tugging on your pants. You grin as you pull your shirt back on. "Think I'll start by making breakfast."

"No, you will not," Jet insists as he straightens his own clothes. He stands up and walks over to you, throwing his arms around your waist.

"I will be making breakfast," he murmurs in your ear. "You will be going to my cot and resting for a while."

Though every atom of you cries out to lie down on a semi-soft surface, you can't help but tease him with a dramatic sigh. "That isn't an optional thing, is it?"

"Nope." He leans in to kiss your cheek, a coil of his hair tickling your skin. "You're going to actually take the time to heal over these next few days. I'm gonna make sure of it."

You chuckle. "Helllooooo, nurse," you quip as he releases you from his hold.

Before you head up the hall, you look up at him with a smile. "It's a new day," you tell him. "And it's gonna be a better one than yesterday."

Jet beams at you. "It already is."

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Pairing: (Poly) Jet Star x Fun Ghoul x Male Killjoy Reader (FTM) Word Count: 2136 Summary: A sudden acid rainstorm is leaving Y/K/N feeling bored and craving Jet and Ghoul's attention (well, more than attention). Lucky for him, his boyfriends do not need much convincing. Warnings: THIS IS A SMUT FIC, IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Thank you! Contents: Oral Sex, Double Penetration, Unprotected Sex, Lots of kissing and cursing. A/N: This baby took me three long days to write and holy shit this was an experience. While I have never been in a poly relationship I wanted to make sure I did it properly and justice so I did as much research as possible before writing, so please tell me if I got anything wrong! Also, this was my first time actually writing smut so I'm sorry if it's bad!

When you first approached Jet with the idea of Polyamory, you were unsure of what he would say. Of course you loved him and could see yourself spending the rest of your life by his side, but you knew that Monogamy was not something that fit well with you. To your surprise, he was completely open to the idea. After some time passed you found yourself developing feelings for your best friend, Fun Ghoul. Ghoul was a jokester, witty and easygoing, someone you enjoyed having around. You brought this up to Jet, who suggested Ghoul be the third. Ghoul, of course, was completely down. It did not take long for the three of you to become even closer than before, the bond you shared with the both of them was something you’ve never experienced in any relationship before. They were the perfect partners, attentive and supportive of you in every sense of the word, an energy you were very much willing to match.

In the bedroom, they were just as if not more perfect than outside. It was addicting to you, one time was more than enough to get you hooked on both of them, often finding yourself craving their touches, fantasizing about the nights where the three of you would spend precious moments exploring each others bodies, memorizing each scar and divet, every single perfect imperfection you each had. It was fulfilling, and you wanted more.

So when a sudden Acid Rainstorm barred you from your plans for the day, you knew exactly how you wanted to spend your free time. Party and Kobra were out in the garage working on some modifiers to the Trans AM, leaving you alone with your boyfriends. Jet was reading a magazine and Ghoul was working on some sort of device, most likely a bomb. You stood up from your spot next to the window and walked over to Jet, sitting down next to him and letting out an exaggerated, loud sigh. “Can I help you with something?” He said, looking up from his reading with an innocent smile. He knew exactly what you wanted but was going to make you work for it. “I’m bored.” You whined, resting your head on Jet’s shoulder as Ghoul looked up from his tinkering, a mischievous smile painted his face. He knew exactly what Jet’s plan was and was all for it.

“And what would you like us to do about that?” Ghoul said innocently, the smug grin still on his face.

“I don’t know. Maybe we could go to the back and, ya know,” You said, blushing as you felt both of their eyes gaze upon you, turning over your suggestion in their heads. Jet got up and walked past Ghoul to look out the window, checking to see if the two brothers were still busy. There was no sign of them being done any time soon so he put the magazine down on the pile that sat on the table under the window and walked up to Ghoul, whispering something in his ear. Ghoul nodded and grinned as he put his device away, getting up and going to sit next to you. Almost as soon as he sat down, his lips were on your neck, peppering soft kisses all over the area.

“You’ve gotta be more specific than ‘ya know’, baby.” He said, his lips returning to your neck as you shivered, his hands resting on your sides. Jet dimmed the lights in the diner, flicking on a neon moon sign, which was their makeshift “sock on the door” warning. It was in an easy to see spot, so should Party and Kobra finish early and come inside, they’ll see that the others do not want to be disturbed.

“I want you, both.” You said, stumbling over your words as Ghoul began leaving dark purple marks on the areas his lips ventured. You could feel his smug grin against your skin as his hands climbed up your shirt. Jet sat next to you, removing your jacket and bringing his hand to brush against the side of your face.

“And what would you like us to do?” Jet said in the same teasing tone as Ghoul, a devious grin now on his face as well. They had you both right where they wanted you.

You groaned as Ghoul continued to work on your neck, sucking at the sweet spot “Shit, I want you both to fuck me,” you said, the dignity still present in your voice as Ghoul pulled away, both boys standing up and helping you to your feet.

“I think we can arrange that, don't you think, Ghoul?” Jet asked, Ghoul nodding while matching the same smug expression on Jet’s face. “Absolutely. Let’s take this to somewhere more private, unless you want Party and Kobra to join in?” Ghoul said with a laugh. You grabbed both of their hands and practically dragged them to the back of the diner and through the swinging doors to the area that was known as the “bedroom”, which was just a room with several cots in it. Jet and Ghoul pushed two cots together in the corner of the room, making it big enough for the three of you.

Jet walked back over to you and pulled you towards the cot, sitting you down in the center before bending down as crashing his lips against yours with such passion that it took you off guard at first. Ghoul returned to his previous position of leaving a trail of hickeys on your neck as Jet’s hands wandered to the hem of your shirt, stopping as if asking for permission to remove it. You nodded as he pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it off to the side. Both boys were awestruck at the sight of you. Jet took a step back and brushed his thumb against your chest.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. Isn’t he, Ghoul?” Jet said, a look of genuine love present in his eyes as Ghoul sighed longingly. Jet sat down on the bed, his hands now exploring your body as if it were the first time he was ever seeing it.

“Hell yeah he is.” Ghoul said, turning your face towards him as he pressed his lips against yours with the same passion as Jet had. Ghoul pulled away as he leaned in towards Jet, the two boys lips meeting as they shared the same loving kiss you had received. After a few moments, they both pulled away, breathless as they shifted their attention back to you.

“Lean back.” Jet ordered as you obeyed. Jet leaned in, kissing and sucking at your chest as you felt Ghoul’s hands moving to your pants and unbuttoning them, pulling them down your legs. He tossed them to the side as he slowly began to remove your underwear, pressing kisses to your thighs.

You groaned as Ghoul began to make his way up your legs, nudging them open as he kissed around your already wet folds, licking a long stripe along the entrance. You moaned as he pushed his tongue passed the folds, lapping slowly at your cunt. Jet smiled against your skin. The sight of you slowly falling apart was so intoxicating to him.

“I wish you could see yourself right now and how needy you are for us.” He groaned as your hand moved to his lap, slowly palming him through his jeans. As you felt your climax approaching, Ghoul stopped and sat up, whispering something to Jet once again. Jet nodded and pulled away from you.

Jet moved you off the bed for a moment as Ghoul laid down, then motioning for you to get on top of him. You smiled and nodded as you got on top of him, lining his dick with your entrance as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. You both moaned at the flood of pleasure that washed over you as you took a moment to adjust to him. You began to slowly move, setting a slow but steady rhythm. You felt a Jet move behind you as he placed his hands on your hips, aligning himself behind you. You gasped as you felt him enter you from behind, stopping to get used to the feeling once again. After a few minutes, the three of you began to move again, setting a steady pace that had everyone moaning and groaning.

“Fuck, you feel incredible…both of you…” Ghoul moaned, leaning up to kiss you. Jet began rubbing soft circles in your side as he thrusted in roughly, causing both you and Ghoul to cry out. Jet’s movements not only sent waves through you, but left an effect on Ghoul as well, something that Jet always found incredibly hot,

“I’m getting close, don’t stop..” You cried, your orgasm once again returning at a fast pace. Both boys began slamming into you, sending your head spiralling as your release washed over you. You dug your nails into Ghoul’s side as they both slowed down, still fucking you through your orgasm. Not too long after, you heard Ghoul cry out obscenities as he twitched beneath you, his climax hitting him out of no where, leaving both himself and you breathless.

Both Ghoul and Jet pulled out of you as Ghoul looked at Jet with mischievous eyes. You knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Poor Jet is the only one who didn’t get to cum, we can fix that.” He said, crawling towards him and placing his mouth on Jet’s dick, licking slowly before taking him all in. Jet moaned as Ghoul bobbed his head up and down. After a few minutes, you wanted to help.

“Ghoul, let me have a turn!” You said, Ghoul smiling as he removed his mouth, Jet grimacing as the cold hit his dick. Ghoul moved off to the side, playing with himself as You picked up where Ghoul left off. Jet was absolutely melting over the two of you. He hit the back of your throat, which you were unphased by. How did he get so lucky to have two perfect boyfriends? He couldn’t ask for anything better. He whimpered as the pleasure began to build in his stomach, watching you sucking him and Ghoul getting himself off at the sight of the two of you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna–” He said, his climax cutting him off mid sentence, the warmth pouring down your throat. You swallowed all of it, wiping your chin as you laid back down and cuddled next to Ghoul, who already reached his second orgasm of the night. Jet laid down on the other side of you, holding you close to him. The three of you stayed that way for a while, taking in the warmth of each others bodies, soaking in the comfortable silence.

Ghoul then sat up, stretching. “We should probably get changed before the other two get back. I kinda forgot to mention this but I may or may not have used Kobra and Party’s cots for this,” He said, a guilty smile spreading across his face. You and Jet both started laughing as you took a moment to really look at the sheets, realizing that indeed Ghoul pushed Kobra and Party’s cots together.

The three of you got changed and tried your best to put the room back to its original state, cleaning any evidence that could remain. You took a moment to give Ghoul and Jet each a kiss, “I love you both so fucking much” you said, feeling nothing but pure love for the both of them. They both smiled and as they were about to speak they heard the front door open and the sound of footsteps echo through the diner.

“You guys done fucking in there?” Party said, popping his head into the room. After seeing everyone was dressed he walked in and plopped down on what he thought was his bed. Kobra walked in right behind him before stopping in his tracks.

“Party, don’t you have your own bed?” He said in annoyance. Party looked around him with a confused look. That’s when it hit you, you three put Party’s bed in Kobra’s spot and Kobra’s bed in Party’s spot. Kobra and Party looked at each other and then looked at you, Jet and Ghoul, who were both holding back laughter.

“You guys are disgusting. I’ve gotta burn everything now.” Kobra said in disgust, taking the sheets off his bed and bringing them to be washed. Party followed him with his sheets, quickly giving a thumbs up to you guys. You all let out the laugher you held in. “Next time, we’re going to fuck in the Trans Am.” Ghoul said, causing both you and Jet to laugh even harder before you heard Kobra’s voice from the other room.

“DON’T FUCKING THINK ABOUT IT!”

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Kobra Kid fanfiction. Re-write of this fic. Happy pride.

After Cupid and Kobra Kid sat in the Trans AM, waiting for a signal. At the beginning of June every year, the Killjoys would go out into a certain spot in the zones to spot a sign from Destroya.

The two boys were camping in Zone Three, while the rest of the gang were hidden away in Zone Seven. Having sat for about 30 minutes at this point, Cupid was beginning to grow restless.

Kobra listened to him whine and squirm in the backseat. Shrugging it off, he turned the music up louder. After about five minutes of this, Cupid sat straight up. Looking over his shoulder, the Kid raised an eyebrow.

"You good, Cupid?"

"No, turn the music down." Kobra complied, turning it down. Cupid made a face before looking towards the sky. The younger man followed Cupid's action before his mouth fell open slightly.

"Well, you can detect rainbows. That's how we know you're gay."

"No shit, Sherlock; but that wasn't what I was—" Cupid was shut up by a gun being pushed up against their head.

"Outlaws. Step out of the vehicle and follow us. You both are under arrest for violating Better Living Industries code, posing a threat to the citizens of Battery City, and evading arrest."

"Hey, that's what I said to your mom last night!" Grabbing the blade they kept in the pocket of their jacket, Cupid stabbed the closest Draculoid.

Kobra shot afterwards, Cupid grabbing the gun that was dropped from the workers. The pair ran from the car, shooting at the Droids.

As more cars entered the area, Kobra and Cupid couldn't help but panic. "Shit, shit, shit. Uh, Kobra?"

"What?"

"I think I was shot."

"What?!" Whipping around, Kobra saw the spot on Cupid's pants that was stained red. The two ducked behind the car, Kobra watching as the older person's face changed from an expression of confidence to one of pain and apprehension.

"Oh gods. How fast do you think you can drive?" Grabbing Kobra's arm with their free hand, they winced. Cupid tried to move their leg with no luck.

"Pretty quickly." Kobra lifted Cupid into the Trans AM before climbing in. Shrugging his jacket off, he pressed it down on the person's leg. Stepping on the gas, the blond boy drove through the wall of Draculoids.

Cupid shot towards the remaining Droids before they got too far away. Setting their gun down and combing a hand through their orange hair, they squeezed their eyes shut.

Kobra glanced over every so often, offering a hand to Cupid. His free hand met the older person's, gripping tightly.

After a long thirty minutes, the familiar view of the motel and dinner combination came into view. The car jolted to a stop, allowing Kobra to jump out and help Cupid.

Party ran out first, their expression quickly changing. "How was it? Did you guys ki—oh shit!" The rest of the gang ran out, helping Cupid get into the house.

"Well shit." Jet grimaced before he grabbed the low-grade first aid kit the Killjoys found at Tommy Chow Mein's.

"Yeah, shit. I got my leg blown halfway off. Happy Pride Month, you're gonna die!" The group laughed dully, Cupid bending over to roll up the leg of their pants.

"You're not gonna die, it hardly hit you. If I were you, I'd shut up, you'd stop bleeding quicker." Jet shook her head before taking a dark towel to the wound.

"First off, fuck you. Second off, this isn't the first time I've been hit by a blaster. Third, if I didn't talk, Ghoul would, and nobody wants that."

"Hey!" The group broke out in laughter, minus Kobra, who just smirked. "See? This is why I gotta talk my mouth off. Not only does it keep everyone happy or what not, but it keeps me from thinking about the—" their voice rose, "hole in my leg! Jesus Christ, Starchild, I have a hole in my leg that hurts and is still bleeding, please make there not be a hole the size of Ghoul in my leg."

"Why do you hate me?" Ghoul asked, trying not to cry in laughter. Jet left to grab a clear liquid from a counter in the Dinner, causing Cupid to groan loudly before responding to the youngest of the five.

"Because fuck you that's why!"

"You talk too much, drink this." Jet shook their head again, shoving the bottle in Cupid's face. Chugging it, the orange haired person made a face.

"I like talking. Why does this taste like shit?"

"Because it'll make you shut up." Cupid rolled their eyes before laying back and falling asleep. "Finally." Jet began patching Cupid up.

Finishing up on the injured person, Jet stepped back and admired her work. "Well, son of a bitch. I'm better than I thought. Praise Destroya." She walked off to her room in the Motel, muttering to herself.

"Destroya, they talked for like 30 minutes but it only took 20 to fix their leg." Party and Ghoul stayed at the Dinner only to watch the sunset before going to their room.

As Kobra watched the couple waltz off, he shook his head with envy. Even a good hour after the other Killjoys retired into their room, he sat in thought.

"Destroya above, I thought you'd be asleep by now!"

"Wh—" Kobra glanced up at Cupid from his spot on the floor.

"I don't even wanna know why you're laying in the middle of the floor."

"Well, I'm used to being on guard. It's not like I know how to relax anymore. Especially not after you've been shot."

Cupid laughed softly. "Well, shit. Don't let me take up your beauty rest, my dear."

Kobra's face and ears turned red at the name. "D.. Don't call me that."

"Why not?"

"Uhm—" Cupid smirked.

"Kobra, dear, sweetheart, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a crush on me!"

"Well, you wouldn't be wrong." The Kid muttered softly.

"What?"

"I..I said you wouldn't be wrong." The blond gulped softly, looking at the floor.

"Well, shit. I knew you've been hiding something, but I didn't think it was..well..this." Kobra's soft expression changed to one of false anger.

"Well, just forget about it!"

"Why?"

"Why do you need a reason?"

"Because I wanna know why I shouldn't just go down there and kiss you."

"What?" Cupid rolled his eyes, smiling ear to ear.

"Well, I'll be damned. I have a crush on you, dingus."

Kobra's mouth dropped, watching as Cupid slid off of the table and sat in front of him. "I didn't know or—"

"I think I'm being a bad influence. You're talking more." Cupid leaned in before stopping. "You okay if I—"

Kobra met them the rest of the way. A short kiss was shared before Cupid pulled away. "Well, shit. If I knew I was gonna get kissed, I would have got shot like five months ago."

"Shut up!" Kobra leaned back in.

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