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celebrated-amongst-the-gurneys · 1 year

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Hello, could I request an angst fic with a male reader and Party (or Kobra!)? something like Y/N gets hurt in a fight between some Dracs and it's just patching him up to holding him while he's hurting? I don't have a preference for really how long it is, or between Party or Kobra :] I hope you have a nice day!

Keep You Safe Tonight

Pairing: Kobra Kid x Killjoy Male!Reader Word Count: 1824 Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Cursing, Uhh...I think that's it? A/N: Did I get carried away? Yes. Yes I did. But as an absolute whore for Kobra Kid, how could I not give this fic all the love? This is my baby, I love it and for being the first thing I've wrote in a long fucking time it didn't come out that bad. Hope you enjoy! Y/K/N = Your Killjoy Name

“FUCK!” Y/K/N hissed as he held his right arm, sinking against the passenger door of the Trans Am. He pulled his hand away, examining the wound from the raygun blast. The blood already began to seep its way through his jacket, the initial shock from the blast had since subsided and was now met with a sharp stinging. In the entire time he had been running with the Killjoys, Y/K/N never once was on the receiving end of a wound. But there is a first for everything.

“You good?!” Fun Ghoul yelled, head still forward as he fired at the two Dracs that were still blasting their way. “Fan Fucking Tastic” Y/K/N groaned as he pulled himself to his feet, grabbing his gun off the ground. Now he was pissed. He began firing at the Dracs, his vision going red and adrenaline pumping through his veins. Within minutes they both dusted the Dracs, breathing a sigh of relief as they got back in the car. “So much for an easy supply run.” Ghoul laughed as he started the car up, taking one final look back at the two bodies on the ground just to make sure they wouldn’t have any unexpected guests following them home. He began driving away, the California sun beginning to fade behind the hills. It was supposed to be an easy run, so easy in fact that Party Poison felt like only two people needed to go. It was safer that way, less people brought less attention. “Since when has anything ever been easy–” Y/K/N began before letting out a sharp hiss, grabbing his wound. The adrenaline rush wore off, the pain now taking it’s place. By now, a large amount of blood covered his arm. Ghoul’s face immediately turned into a look of panic. The sudden change caused Y/K/N to grin. “I’m not dying Ghoul.” He said with a laugh, still holding the wound. Ghoul gave a small laugh as he turned his head back to face the road. Y/K/N was calm despite what just happened, and that scared Ghoul even more.

“Kobra is gonna kill me…” He mumbled. Knowing Kobra, he will absolutely lose his shit.

—

Kobra was pacing around the diner, periodically looking at the clock. They should be back by now, supply runs never take this long. He was working on a new blaster glove to keep himself distracted, but the mounting anxiety and the ticking of the clock pulled him away from his project as he gave in to his anxious thoughts.

“They’ll be back soon Kobra,” Jet Star said, his face still buried in his magazine crossword puzzles that he spent the last few hours trying to complete. “Hmm, a corpse reanimated by a supernatural force; an undead being. This should not be this hard.” He said, the aggravation with his puzzle clear in his voice.

“Have you tried Ghost” Party Poison said, reclined in the booth across from Jet, his eyes closed.

“No, this one is 8 letters long.”

“Phantom?”

“That’s 7 letters dumbass.”

“It’s Revenant” Kobra said, looking away from the window to once again check the clock. Jet let out an ohh as he wrote the word in the little boxes.

Kobra felt sick. He had a horrible feeling that something bad happened to Ghoul and Y/K/N. Ever since day 1 of Y/K/N being part of the Killjoys, him and Kobra have been glued to each other's side. They would spend hours together, practicing firing and talking about everything and nothing, spending countless nights laying on the hood of the Trans Am gazing up at the night sky, counting every single star. The bond they had soon grew into something bigger, their friendship blossoming into romance.

At that moment, the sound of a car door closing caused all three boys to immediately stop what they were doing and look out the window, relief setting in seeing their friends get out of the car. But relief soon turned to panic as Kobra saw Y/K/N holding onto his arm. Kobra ran out of the diner and straight to Y/K/N. “What happened!?” He said, his voice a mix of worry and anger.

“We had a run in with two Dracs on the way back here. We took care of them though.” Y/K/N said, giving an assured smile but knew this would not do much to ease the worry of the other killjoy. Kobra examined his wound, gently touching it and receiving a sharp hiss in return. “Shit- sorry..” He said, his attention immediately shifting towards Ghoul who was hiding behind the Trans Am. “What did I tell you before you two left?” He said, anger seeping into his voice. “Uh, Don’t destroy the car?” Ghoul said with a nervous smile, still hiding behind the car. “No. I said Try to come back in one piece” Kobra said, anger still very present in his voice.

“And we are in one piece, see? We aren’t missing any limbs as far as I know.” Ghoul said, checking himself to make sure that in deed he was in one piece, earning a laugh from Y/K/N.

“That’s not what I meant. I meant for both of you to be safe and come home safe. Y/K/N has a hole in his fucking arm!” The anger rising in his voice. Y/K/N put his hand on Kobra’s shoulder, causing him to melt into his touch. “Kobra, it’s really not that bad,” Y/K/N said, his voice calm, despite the pain he was in. Kobra turned his attention back towards Y/K/N, his demeanor softening and the anger in his eyes being replaced with that of adoration. Y/K/N was alive, and that was enough for him.

After coaxing Ghoul out of hiding, the guys went back inside to the safety of the diner, returning to whatever activity they were doing before the interruption. Y/K/N sunk down in one of the booths away from the others, exhausted from the events of the day. Kobra joined him, first aid kit in hand as Y/K/N took his jacket off, the extent of the wound now very visible.

Kobra began to wipe the blood away, pouring rubbing alcohol on a towel and gently tapped the wound, causing Y/K/N to pull back with a wince. Kobra immediately pulled his hand away, his eyes full of worry. “Fuck-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean..” He stumbled on his words, the last thing he wanted was to cause any more pain. Y/K/N leaned back towards him.

“No, You’re okay, I just wasn’t expecting it to sting that bad. I’m okay now, you can keep doing that.” Y/K/N said with a gentle smile. Kobra got back to work, cleaning up the wound and wrapping his arm in bandages. After the dining room surgery was over, Kobra began packing up the remaining cloth and got up to put the first aid kit back. Y/K/N sat in a daze, fixated on the faded black and white tiles on the floor.

Y/K/N’s mind began to wander as the reality of what happened sunk in: They could have died today. They easily could have been the ones laying on the ground where the Dracs now lay, everything happened so fast. The fact that this was the worst to come out of it was nothing short of a miracle, he was lucky to be sitting here. Tears began to fill his eyes as the fear he repressed during the fight came to surface now that he was surrounded by the safety of home. He quickly wiped the tears as they fell from his eyes, he did not want anyone, especially Kobra, to see him cry. He always hated crying in front of people, oftentimes saving his tears for the late hours of the night where nobody could see him in his most vulnerable state. But this time was very different, this time he couldn’t help it. His worst fear was becoming a name on Dr. Death’s traffic report, what would Kobra have done? The thought of the boy he loved more than anything falling apart at hearing the report of his death caused the ache in his chest to grow even more.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Kobra said, suddenly appearing in front of Y/K/N. He sat down and gently wrapped his arm around the other, Y/K/N leaning into his embrace & burying his face in Kobra’s shoulder. “I’m here. You can cry if you need to.” They sat in comfortable silence as Kobra wrapped his arms around Y/K/N, running his hand through the other’s hair. After a few minutes of silence between the two, Y/K/N pulled away, rubbing his eyes. Kobra gently smiled at the other boy.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stain your jacket.” Y/K/N said, gesturing towards the tear stains on Kobra’s jacket. He laughed, his expression of adoration not changing.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s just tears. You’re okay. What’s going on?” He said softly, rubbing the other’s arm.

Y/K/N took a breath, “It’s just the reality of what happened today, the fact that Ghoul and I could have died. It’s…it’s fucking scary. The idea of not coming back home to you guys, not seeing you guys ever again, that feeling is scarier than facing any Drac.”

Kobra suddenly pulled him back into a tight hug, recieving an *fuck, ow!* from Y/K/N. “Oh shit, sorry,” He quickly said, “You’re okay now. You’re home and safe for tonight. I’ll keep you safe tonight. I promise.” He said, rubbing the other’s back and pressing a soft kiss on the top of his head. Y/K/N looked up and leaned in, softly pressing his lips to Kobra’s.

“And Tomorrow?”

“I’ll do the same every single day.” Kobra said, kissing him once again, the two of them in their own little world, and they never wanted to leave.

“Wow, you guys didn’t invite me to this cuddle session? That’s Rude.” Ghoul said, popping his head up from the booth behind them, causing the two of them to jump.

“FUCK OFF GHOUL!” They both said at the same time, causing them to laugh. Ghoul rolled his eyes and got up to bother one of the other two killjoys.

“You guys are missing out!” Ghoul said teasingly as he walked away.

Kobra and Y/K/N just laughed and went back to laying in each other's arms. Y/K/N looked around the room at the others, Party snoring away, Ghoul harassing a very focused Jet, and then looked back at Kobra with a smile before burying his head back into his chest. Everyone was home and safe, things were as they should be.

#answered requests #kobra kid x reader #kobra kid #danger days #danger days true lives of the fabulous killjoys #mikey way x reader #danger days era #mcr x reader

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rdiowx · 3 months

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holy shit okay i’m in the middle of class but does anybody else want kobra kid to step on them and bully them or is that just me

Absolutely omg theres literally nothing i wouldnt do

#mcr x reader #kobra kid x reader #mcr x reader smut

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xocasper · 2 years

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Pairing: Kobra Kid x Reader Summary: Kinktober Day Twelve - Body Worship Warnings: NSFW content, badly written poker scene Tags: oral sex, body worship, praise kink, nipple play, dirty talk Word Count: 4953 A/N: Guess who’s sick! Unfortunately, I have some flu/head cold thing. Writing may be slow after Kinktober because of it, we’ll see! :)

Killjoys never die. They’re not supposed to, anyway.

When a group of Killjoys were dusted on the border of Zone 5, Party had understandably lost their shit. That had been a mere fifteen minutes ago when Dr. D had announced the epitaph over the air, hardly distinguishable through the crackling speakers. No matter the condition of the radio though, Party knew when there was trouble, and it didn’t take long for them to start plotting their funeral.

“Listen!” they said, waving their hands with frantic rage as they paced around the diner. “Those guys were taken out, what, twenty miles from us? And you still won’t take this seriously?”

Ghoul gave him a lopsided grin, “Calm down, Party. We’re not gonna die.”

Jet leaned against the table, picking at the dirt beneath his nails, exuding pure boredom. It only made Party more agitated as he scanned the room, observing your nonchalant behavior.

“You've been going on about this forever,” Kobra groaned, pulling you closer as you lounged in his lap.

Jaw set, Party’s eyes narrowed. “You want me to shut up?” they snarked, pausing in a melodramatic fashion. “Great. You’re on the lookout tonight, then.”

“Lookout?” you asked, exasperated. “Honey, I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

Party shook their head indignantly. “I’m not risking it. Twenty miles, they could be anywhere—“

They were met with a chorus of groans as they reiterated again, trapped in an endless cycle of frustration and impatience. Only Kobra had grown less agitated, leaning in to press his lips to your ear.

“You’ll stay up with me, won’t you babe?” he asked, smiling sweetly.

You turned to face him and shot one right back. “As far as I’m concerned, you brought this upon yourself.”

Oh, how quickly his grin faded, swiftly replaced by a pout. You kissed it away, still beaming with pride as you gave him a quick peck. Obviously, the rest of the group had some comments to make about it, ranging from, “Get a room!” to “How come that never works on me?”

“Because, Ghoul, no one wants to sleep with you,” you shrugged.

He gasped, taken aback by your libel. “That’s not true! There was this super hot chick a few—“

Kobra cackled behind you, and Jet followed suit. “Pornodroids don’t count, dude.”

“Do you guys take anything fucking seriously?” Party sighed again, threading their hands in their hair and tugging harshly.

Sighing, your boyfriend finally bit the bullet, holding you closer as he resigned. “Fine, I’ll do lookout tonight.”

After Kobra had spent virtually his entire afternoon convincing you to stay up with him, you had finally caved. While he thought he was persuasive, you thought he was a pain in the ass, sick of hearing that he’d “die of boredom before the Dracs could get him.”

Had you resisted a little longer, you probably could’ve gotten him on his knees. You could admit to failure though, and Kobra had won you over. Now, you were beginning to regret your generosity, as Party was giving another set of rules and a pessimistic pep talk.

“P, if this is so dangerous, why are you making us do it?” you asked, sitting on the dining room table.

Ghoul was the first to pipe up, “Because they could never live without me!”

Jet shrugged, “Romeo and Juliet.”

“Come on, we’re not going to die,” Kobra said, rolling his eyes.

Party finally cut in, “Listen, we need sleep—“

“And we don’t?” you shot back.

“I never said—whatever. The rest of us need sleep. Make sure to stay awake the whole night, and you know, be a little courteous and keep the volume down.”

Ghoul snorted, “Yeah, Kobra, try to keep it in your pants.”

Even Jet cracked, laughing with Ghoul before dragging him off, Party briskly trailing behind them. As the room cleared, Kobra rounded the table, pressing his palms to the rickety wood and trapping you in. He didn’t kiss you at first but rather held your gaze as he towered above you. It was just shy of intimidating, but it quickly blurred into seductive as his fingers trailed along your jaw.

His hands were cool and calloused as he tilted your chin up experimentally. You moved with him and waited placidly for a kiss while he smoothed over your skin. There was a hint of tenderness as he caressed your cheek, though his fingers skated back to your chin shortly after.

“You’re the prettiest ‘joy in the Zones, you know that?” Kobra told you, giving you a rare grin.

You smiled back as he leaned in, “I think I’ve heard it a couple times.”

His lips met yours, hands flush against your skin as he rested his palm against your neck, the other interlocked with yours. It held intimacy and sweet sensuality as he kissed you, hardly taking a breath before catching your lips again. Eagerly, his tongue darted out, just quick enough to sweep across your lip. They parted for a split second before the moment was broken by an obnoxious, “Come on!”

You pulled away quickly and whipped your head around to see the intruder—Ghoul. His arms were crossed in mild annoyance, though a triumphant grin played on his lips.

“We eat right there!” he exclaimed, gesturing towards you. “Were you seriously about to do it on the table?”

Kobra scoffed, “It? Yeah, Ghoul, I was gonna strip them down and rawdog them on the table, that’s exactly—“

Your eyes nearly popped out, and you gave your boyfriend a swift kick to the shin before cutting in. “No, we were not going to fuck on the table.”

“We weren’t?” Kobra asked, amused.

You stifled a frustrated laugh, “I mean, we could.”

“Ew, fuck this. Party wanted me to give you something to do so you wouldn’t have sex or something. Too fucking late. Take the damn cards. Goodnight.”

After his short ramble, Ghoul chucked a deck of cards at Kobra and rushed out of the room. The two of you sat in silence, and your gaze drifted from his eyes to the doorway, and then back again. A moment passed, and finally came faint laughter and gagging impressions, Kobra sending you a knowing look.

“Well, they definitely know now,” he shrugged, leaning in and sucking featherlight kisses down your neck. “No shame in hiding it.”

Grinning, you grabbed the neglected deck from him but otherwise remained still. “Have a little dignity,” you chastised playfully. “Let’s play a game in the meantime.”

He rolled his eyes, but another smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah? Like what?”

“Poker,” you shrugged, sliding from the table to the cushions.

Kobra followed suit, sitting across from you as you shuffled the cards. With a quiet, “Fine,” from him, you began to deal.

The first few rounds went quick, and you won each of them. It wasn’t shocking that you had won a handful, but winning all of them was suspicious.

“Are you even trying?” you asked skeptically, having just beat him with a one pair.

He frowned, “It’s no fun when there’s nothing to bet on.”

He had a point. You sighed, wishing he had said something earlier rather than lazing around the past few rounds. It wasn’t like you had chips, so you looked at him expectantly.

“Fair enough. What are we betting on?”

A sly smile swiftly replaced his frown, small and sweet as the words rolled off his tongue.

“Clothes.”

“Oh?” you laughed, looking down at your outfit in bemusement before connecting the dots. “Oh.”

With hopeful eyes, he watched you, faith disguising underlying lust. After listening for silence in the next room, you nodded.

“Deal.”

From the minute the word left your mouth, Kobra had turned his behavior right around. He wasn’t the best at poker, but he was certainly giving you a run for your money.

“One pair,” you declared, fanning your cards out.

He smiled something innocent, a crystal clear bluff. “Two pair.”

Victorious, he eyed you up while brimming with anticipation. In mild surprise and frustration, you glanced down at your outfit. It was a relatively barren ensemble—boots, pants, a tank top, and whatever undergarments hiding beneath. It was a no-brainer, and Kobra rolled his eyes with a small grin as you kicked off your shoes.

“Pussy.”

You scoffed, “You’re lucky I took off both of them.”

He hummed, sticking his tongue out at you, but you ignored him and dealt the cards once again. The game continued in the same fashion, with another win for your boyfriend, leaving you 0-2.

“C’mon, baby, take off the shirt next,” he encouraged, his lips quirked up as he hid behind his one pair.

You shook your head and off went the socks. “Better luck next time.”

For once, he did not have better luck. You proudly declared your straight and watched as he shucked off his jacket.

“Who’s the pussy now?” you snarked.

He responded with nonchalance, “You are what you eat.”

You rolled your eyes at his half-assed quip, but he persisted. “I could, you know,” he started, drawing new cards. “I could sneak right under this table and taste your pretty pussy. Listen to you moan for me with the boys in the other room.”

It was meant to distract you, and it worked. The words flowed so casually, Kobra speaking fluent filth while you gaped and gave a shuddered breath. The image of his wide eyes and lips smeared with arousal had you screwing up your hand, losing a full house by replacing the wrong cards.

“Aw, three of a kind, baby,” he taunted. “What’ll it be?”

The cheap options were gone, and in a moment of cowardice, you slipped your bra off beneath your shirt. Kobra groaned in frustration as you slid your spaghetti straps back up, tossing the black bra into his lap. That cured his irritation real quick, and he looked smug as ever. Even worse, he picked it up, dangling it in the air and feigning a pout.

“You can do it, baby. Let me see your pretty tits.”

Stubborn, you shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest to protect yourself from the draft. “Not until you win.”

It wasn’t that you minded him seeing you like this, and the arousal stirring in your stomach was proof. Fuck, your body was begging for his touch, but your head was in the game. Mimicking his idea of playing dirty, you leaned over the table, giving him a sweet view beneath your shirt.

While it didn’t screw his hand up, he wasn’t remotely upset when he lost the round. In fact, he peeled off his shirt next with a, “See? Easy as that.”

Thankfully, the back-and-forth pattern halted, and you won again with a shitty one pair. Even his dirty mouth couldn’t save his hand, coming up blank while you flashed your cards at him.

“Strip, hun,” you requested gently, sighing as he also settled for boots.

Over the next three rounds, you had gotten him out of his socks and pants, but you had lost the latter as well. Now, you shivered in your tight tank and panties, sighing in defeat as he pulled out a measly high card. It still beat you, and he watched with satisfaction as the taut fabric came off. After several minutes of Kobra growing distracted by the outline of your breasts, he was gifted with a real view.

The moan that tumbled out was partially melodrama, though it wasn’t all fake judging by his erection. “There’s my gorgeous baby. I bet you’re fucking dripping right now, right? Loving all this attention because I can’t touch you?”

You gave a quiet whimper in response, soft and needy, but your competitive attitude refused to waver. Still, you gave him confirmation with a feeble nod. It bordered on embarrassing, sitting topless in nothing more than panties with your best friends down the hall. You loved it anyway, reeling in the risk and adrenaline as you pulled your cards.

After three consecutive folds, Kobra had managed to pull a decent hand, unable to fight off an arrogant smile. He was certain he could win this, believing your mirrored grin was a bluff. Prideful, he turned his cards around.

“Straight. Panties off, pretty baby.”

God, he was adorable. “Royal flush,” you said, grin widening. “What’s my prize?”

He paled for a moment, lips parted in surprise before regaining his composure. Rather than denying your win or tossing out lame excuses, his proud expression returned. He slid off of the cushion, standing tall as he dropped his boxers to the floor.

“You’ll see,” he smiled, helping you out of your seat.

His hands flew to your bare waist, soft and smooth beneath his calloused fingers, stroking gently as he leaned in. Delicately, his lips landed on yours, soon spinning into sweet passion and fervor. He had made it through endless rounds of poker, and despite your victory, he found himself to be a winner in his own right. You moved with such fucking grace, draping your arms around his neck as you pressed flush against him. The slight friction made him groan quietly, muffled by lips and tongue as you flicked it against his.

Gently, he pushed you up against the dining table, but he didn’t seat you on the wood. It seemed odd initially, but you rolled with it, still moaning against him as his tongue slipped between your lips again. Every filthy thought he had during the game was begging to become a reality, so the least he could do was fulfill his promises.

“This seems more like your prize,” you teased, leaning back against the table while he tucked himself into your neck. “Some participation award.”

Your taunting didn’t bother him but instead propelled him to push your limits. He wanted you to be a fucking mess when he was finished, and he’d be damned if he was unsuccessful.

“I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

A playful rebuttal formed on your lips, but it was quickly cut off as Kobra gave a quick nip to your neck. It turned into a breathy moan, urging him to do his worst.

“You sound so sexy,” he murmured against your skin, scattered kisses along your throat. “I’ll take good care of you.”

He sucked bruises into your skin, soft red and promising a vague aubergine the next morning. Kobra needed to mark you—he had to know that you were his. He tried to hide them, nibbling behind your ear and at the curve of your jaw. Truly, you couldn’t care less, shifting in place as his tongue pressed against your throat.

“God, I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he said in wonder, pulling back to admire his work. “My sweet fucking angel.”

It was true—you bordered on celestial, standing under soft, subpar bulbs and glistening starlight. You leaned against the table with your forearms against the worn wood, tipping your head back, eager for him to leave his mark. The guys would surely pick on you in the morning, but you knew the effect it had in Kobra. He would see the bruises in the morning and stare in mild awe, a confident smirk crossing his face as he sipped on stale coffee. The day would be full of praise and teasing, his head buried in your neck as he kissed over the blemishes, and it would inevitably evolve into a quickie.

The lovebites returned to peppered kisses, creeping up your skin until his lips were pressed against yours. He moved slow and deep, moaning over the swirl of your tongue. Only you could make him tick like this, and his treatment was one hell of a prize.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, soft and slow with his lips still brushing yours for a moment. “I want all of you,” he breathed, letting his hands snake up to the curve of your breasts. “I wanna worship my baby.”

“Please,” you replied, weak over his words.

The proximity left you breathless, and he gave you one more heated kiss. Kobra was so warm in the chill of the night, his lips slotting against yours before sweeping his tongue across them. You bled vulnerability and he took it in stride, pulling back and letting his lips ghost your throat. He inched down your figure, pausing at your chest.

His hands were still tracing intelligible shapes, but you were soon met with wet warmth as he sucked kisses into your skin. “Fucking gorgeous,” he said, locking eyes with you as his tongue darted out, the tip of it flicking against your nipple.

The visual was intoxicating, but arousal shot through you at the feeling. It was brief and faint, but his breath on your skin made you shiver. His lips wrapped around it, simply to get a rise out of you before pulling away. He flattened his tongue against the other, and you gasped quietly, painfully aware of your sleeping friends. Kobra was no help, pushing every button he could think of, and grinning wildly when you moaned.

He rolled one of your nipples beneath his thumb, tweaking it gently while his mouth worked the other. The warmth of his tongue crossed with its steady swirl had you craving more, threading your hand through his blonde locks and pushing him closer. The action was laced with a hint of love, and he gave a small moan as he swapped sides.

“God, I love your tits,” he mumbled, planting gentle kisses on your cleavage.

The familiar sensation of lips and tongue returned, and you shivered as his breath fanned across your skin. You continued to run your fingers through his hair, letting your head fall back as soft moans spilled from your parted lips. All too soon though, he pulled back, his mouth shining with a thin sheen of saliva. He looked fucking angelic like that, and yet he continued to treat you like a god.

Kobra’s touch trailed from your cleavage to your stomach, and he sank to his knees as he went. His hands stayed on your waist, smoothing over your skin while faint kisses covered the rest. Gradually, he reached your waistband, and his tongue slid between your abdomen and elastic, waiting for an indication to continue.

“Fuck, Kobra, please just touch me already,” you whined.

He swiftly hooked his fingers around your panties, “Anything.”

Awestruck as you kicked them off, Kobra ran his hands against your thighs. They were pressed together, poorly hiding how wet you were. He didn’t care though, too busy admiring you from his knees. “Look at you, honey,” he said in wonder. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. How’d I get so lucky?”

Kobra could fluster you effortlessly and you rolled your eyes in jest at his question. He knew how to make you feel loved, filling you with nerves and vulnerability for his eyes only. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” he murmured, letting his lips skid across your skin.

You were already uncomfortably wet, but this was doing a number on you. Plus, rubbing your thighs together for second-rate friction was more obvious than you thought, and Kobra could see it clearly. “Aw, how wet are you?”

He slipped his hands between your legs and pulled them apart slowly, his breath hitching at the sight of you. “Oh fuck,” he breathed. “Baby, you’re soaked. Is this all for me?”

Sheepishly, you nodded, but paid no mind, only spitting out his next quip. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up.”

It was more of a treat for him, but you were in no place to object, staring down at the man in front of you. He was on his knees, giving you a look of pure adoration while he kissed up your legs. His words from earlier were true–he wanted to worship you and work until you were nothing but a loved-up mess on the dining room table.

“My beautiful baby,” he said, humming softly as he pressed wet kisses to your thighs. "Fuck, I love you.”

You found your voice for a moment, combing your fingers through his hair. “I love you too.”

It made him smile, pure and sweet, and he leaned up to lick a long stripe across your cunt. Arousal coated his tongue, and he moaned at the knowledge that you were his. You were so fucking wet for him, running your fingers through his hair and arching into his touch. All of his racing thoughts sent a jolt of adrenaline through him, and he quickly set to work with sloppy kisses.

Slick and saliva coated his lips once more, shining under the diner lights while his tongue swirled around your clit. His once idle fingers had slowly come into play, skating up to your folds and spreading you open. You were wet and needy, moaning so pretty as his tongue dipped inside of you.

“You taste so fucking pretty,” he murmured nonsensically, but he knew you understood as you choked out a moan. “Fuck them, I wanna hear you.”

Keeping quiet had been a tough task this whole time, but you were still apprehensive. Instead of clenching your jaw to hold back moans, you swapped to tugging your lip between your teeth, allowing for little gasps as he lapped at your cunt. For a second, you glanced down at him, spotting his cock between his legs. He was completely hard and fucking weeping, precum beading at the head while he centered his attention on you.

“Don’t you wanna fuck me?” you moaned, pulling him closer. “You’re hard.”

Kobra’s lips quirked up again, and he crooked one of his fingers inside of you as he spoke. “Do you want me to fuck you? Fuck, honey, I’ll bend you over this table right now if you’d like.”

A small whine slipped out as you nodded, “I need you to fuck me Kobra. God, I need you so bad.”

He hummed in agreement, though he slipped another finger inside of you instead of pulling out. “Can’t break my angel, can I?” he teased before returning his mouth to your clit.

“Break me,” you breathed, bucking into his mouth when his tongue lolled back out. “Do whatever you want to me, fuck me as hard as you want.”

Moaning against your cunt, he picked up the pace, painfully turned on by your filthy requests. His fingers worked quickly, curling while his tongue flicked against your clit. The desire to make you come was overwhelming, and Kobra wanted nothing more than to fuck you open and taste you for days. It was inevitable, his tongue heavy and warm while his fingers coaxed a fast-approaching orgasm out of you.

You wanted to watch him as you came, pulling yourself from euphoric reverie to catch a glimpse of his position. He was the gorgeous one, tousled hair falling over wide eyes that begged to taste more. On his knees, no less, and totally hard as he ate you out, burying his fingers inside of you repeatedly while he sucked on your clit. Every now and then you would tug on his hair, eliciting a sudden moan, and it would send another shudder through you, preluding blissful tremors that would overcome you in a few moments. The whole scene was beautiful and dirty, and you pushed him flush against you as you hit your high.

Curses and blasphemy poured from your lips, his name thrown in with the mix as your body begged for more. You quivered from his touch, and he continued to use his fingers until you were whimpering pleas, to which he pulled them out with a final, tantalizing lick to your cunt.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” he told you, watching as you leaned back against the table with knuckles that clenched the edge. “You still want more?”

As if it were common knowledge, you shot him a look. Not out of malice, merely mild disbelief, your eyes holding desperation as you spoke. “Please.”

He raised from the floor, holding you close as he kissed you, hot and messy before turning you around. Smoothing his hands across your lower back, he bent you over the table, and you pressed your arms against the cool wood. With a slight shiver, you shifted to a comfortable position, propped up while his touch drifted to the swell of your ass.

“So pretty,” he mumbled, rubbing his palm against your skin before giving it a gentle slap. “How do you want it?”

The answer was knee-jerk, and you blurted out a rushed, “Hard.”

“Perfect.”

If you wanted rough, he would give you rough, but first, his teasing instinct had kicked in. Slowly, he guided his cock against you, rubbing the tip against your folds but not quite pushing in, leading to frustrated whines from you. “Kobra, please, please fuck me. I need your cock so fucking bad, baby, please.”

He clicked his tongue, “How bad?”

Even after he had been so sweet to you, there was always room to taunt you, and he knew you loved it too. You whimpered hopelessly, “So fucking bad.”

“If you insist,” he shrugged, pushing in suddenly.

You gasped far louder than intended, choking out a moan as he sunk further into your cunt. The squeeze had a guttural moan rattling through him, and his eyes fluttered shut as you soaked his cock. “That’s it. Taking my cock so well baby, just like that.”

It was embarrassing to remember who was down the hall, sleeping peacefully as Kobra spread your legs. Something about the risk and potential audience was undeniably hot though, and you found yourself pleading for more as he pushed further.

“Just fuck me already.”

No request of yours had gone unanswered–you had won the game after all, and if you wanted it quick and hard, that’s what you’d get. Kobra pulled out almost completely, swift and fluid before plunging back in with a rough snap of his hips. “Like that?” he mocked, giving you a gentle spank when you responded with a whimper. “C’mon you can talk, hun.”

Despite the sweet nickname, you knew his intentions were nothing of the sort. Regardless, you bit back with feigned confidence. “More.”

He smiled mischievously, “Whatever you say.”

You had asked for more, and he delivered, wasting no time setting a rough pace. It may have started easy and languid, but it shed its facade and turned quick and ruthless in the blink of an eye. Kobra clamped his hand over your mouth as his hips pounded, though he could hardly clench his teeth hard enough to keep the moans from spilling out.

His hand acted as a second method of silence, but you took it as a muffler, whining and moaning against his palm while his hips rolled. “Hey, shh,” he told you, gasping as you clenched inadvertently. “Fuck, they’ll hear us.”

If the moaning wasn’t a dead giveaway, the sound of skin slapping had to be telltale enough. Anyone could figure out what was going on, but the three men in the other room slept like logs while Kobra fucked you mercilessly. His rhythm had you giving in quicker than before, babbling obscenities while he coaxed an orgasm out of you.

“You take me so well,” he moaned, hardly trying to lower his volume anymore. “I want you to come all over my cock, alright? Can you do that for me?”

Delicate nicknames sounded wrong when he was fucking you like this, but they had you melting nonetheless. His hand slipped away from your mouth for a moment, allowing for a strained, “Mhm, just fuck me, please.”

“Baby, I am,” he laughed quietly, humored as you begged mindlessly.

You weren’t sure what you wanted, so there was certainly no hope for Kobra. Instead, he slipped his hand down to your clit, ghosting it and rubbing soft circles that contrasted the asperity of his thrusts. The feeling of his hand on you sent you over the edge once again, moaning brokenly into the room as you squeezed his cock, collapsing like a house of cards while he prayed that the guys were still asleep.

“Just a little longer,” he promised, rocking his hips with the same speed.

True to his word, he came a few moments later, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he moaned, hardly pulling out on time as he spilled onto your back. “You did perfect,” he praised, massaging your thighs after your knees had given out.

Aftershocks wracked through you, subtle shakes and tremors that Kobra took pride in as he wiped you up with his t-shirt. With the little energy you had left, you rolled over, staring up at the fluorescents like surgical lights. This time, when he smiled, it was out of adoration. Not out of pride or bluff, but something pure as bliss swirled in your eyes.

After the two of you had redressed, he held you in a tight embrace, pressing period kisses to your lips as you stared up at him in wonder. Kobra was just that–wonderful. Utterly dreamy, and you made sure he knew as you spent the night on watch with him.

“They’re gonna kill us,” you laughed quietly, cuddling closer to Kobra as he slid his jacket onto you.

He laughed with you, glancing towards the hallway where three oblivious killjoys slept soundly, unaware of their newly tainted table. “Romeo and Juliet?” he asked, quoting Jet from earlier.

You smiled, sweet and easy, the sort that Kobra wanted to savor forever. Glancing up at him, you leaned in, fingers interlocking with his as your noses brushed together. “Romeo and Juliet,” you whispered back, sealing it with a kiss in the starlit glow.

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Back to You - Kobra Kid x Reader

Summary: When you have not returned from a mission in time, Kobra begins worrying he might never see you again Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Warnings: talk about death Word count: 1 439 A/N: Happy Birthday to @thewordworrier ! Also this is based on when my best friend sent me this picture of Kobra as a reaction to me showing of my outfit.

Kobra was kneeling in the sand in the shadow of the diner, his hands skillfully working on the delicate piece of technology resting in his lap. He had spent half of the day on it already, screwing it open, adjusting something, screwing it closed, trying it out, screwing it open again. All just to take his mind off things. Or more precisely: off you.

Yesterday evening he had still argued with you about a trip you had suggested making. Retrieve some information from a tiny BLI outpost out in zone 3. You had suggested to go alone; less people meant the chances to get noticed were lower and all the others had agreed with your plan. Only Kobra had been apprehensive. If something happened to you, there was no one there to help you out, and with two people you were more likely to spot any dangers. He had even offered to come with you himself, unable to bear the idea of something happening to you without him being there helping to prevent it. But you had been stubborn, and gotten the rest of the crew to agree that it was best you should go alone.

That had not stopped Kobra to sit in the front room of the diner all night, knowing you wanted to leave at first light. He had tried staying up, staying awake to catch you when you left, to convince you to let him join you. By Destroya, he did not need to convince you, he just would have tagged along, no matter what you would have said. But it seemed like he had fallen asleep, his chin dropped to his chest, because when he came to, the sun had already risen, and running outside, he found your bike missing. He had not even woken up to the sound of your motor.

Now, as he sat in the shadow, late afternoon sun drawing long shadows over the desert, he could not help but feel sick. Sick and helpless. He knew that if he had followed you, maybe hours after you had left, he would have endangered you, and still he could not shake the feeling he should have gone after you. Considering the distance and the theoretical simplicity of the plan, you should have been back hours ago, latest around noon. But still your bike was missing, there were no transitions on the radio, neither from you nor from anyone who had seen you, and Kobra could not shake the feeling that something horrible had happened to you.

He hated this, this feeling of helplessness, this waiting, the knowledge that you were out there, and did not even know how badly he needed you to return. Over the time you had already spent with the fabulous Killjoys, Kobra had grown attached to you, more than he had initially suspected.

It was not just a passing crush, he knew how crushes were for him; he had plenty of experience with them. They came suddenly, swallowing him whole, and keeping him dizzy for a few days or weeks, before disappearing almost as suddenly as they had appeared.

But with you it was so different.

It had started slowly, taking care of you when you had had a nightmare, or after you had been injured. Yet as time passed, his affection and focus on you grew. He found himself making sure you ate and drank enough, thinking about you all the time, wondering how to make you laugh, or when he was on a supply run, if there was something he could bring back to you as a little gift to cheer you up, maybe even get you to hug him.

At first he had not even noticed how close he was to you all the time, be it sitting next to you during meals, or while riding in the car, or stepping in front of you protectively if there was a conflict with other Killjoys. It felt natural to him, to always be close to you, and if he was not, he like he could not breath properly, but you had never commented on it or complained when he was close to you. Now the suffocating feeling in his chest increased by the minute. He would not know what to do without you here. He needed you to come back to him, alive and preferably unharmed. He could not take it if you did not.

Dropping the screwdriver into the sand next to him, he rubbed his eyes. The sun was dipping everything in red and golden light, and if he tried focusing really hard, he could even see the dust your bike was kicking up as you rode back to the diner, could even hear the sound of the motor-

No. This was not his imagination. Unless Kobra had gone completely mad, there really was a motorbike approaching the diner, and he would recognize the sound of your bike anywhere. Quickly Kobra got up, not caring that the little machine he had worked on the whole day tumbled from his lap into the sand. Like in a trance Kobra stepped out into the evening sun, watching as you came closer and closer. Soft wind tucked on his hair, blowing the bleached strands around his face. He stood frozen as he impatiently waited for the moment he could wrap his arms around you. His heart was beating hard in his chest; just a few minutes ago he had been almost certain that you were dead, but there you were, lifting a hand in greeting as you drove past him, straight to the garage, where you kept the bikes.

For a moment Kobra stared at the point where you had disappeared in the small shed, the only proof that you really had been returned being the dust your bike had kicked up, before he ran after you, almost slipping in the sand. When he reached the door, you had already climbed off your bike, and taken the helmet of. Hearing him approach, you turned and grinned at him.

“I got all the information we need,“ you grinned, patting your jacket, where you probably had stored the documents you had set out to steal.

Your clothing seemed intact, making Kobra suspect you were uninjured, just dust coating the leatherjacket and parts of your face where you seemed to have taken off the helmet in between.

Kobra wanted to say something, about how reckless it had been to go on your own, about how glad he was you were back, about how worried he had been. But words failed him entirely, and even thinking seemed not to work anymore, so all he did was stumble forwards, grabbing your face in both of his hands and press his lips to yours.

He could feel your surprise, tensing up for a moment, and it was enough to throw him back to reality, to remind him that from your perspective one of your best friends had just kissed you without any warning or indication that it was something he had wanted to do, but before he could pull away, you had already wrapped your arms around him, and pressed closer to him, kissing him back. In that moment everything else stopped mattering to Kobra, because after all this time of pining for you so hopelessly you were kissing him back, one of your hands playing with his hair, your smell, your taste all he could really register in that moment. He felt like he was drowning in you, but at the same time like he was taking his first breath, and when you pulled away, he was overly aware that he had a stupid, dazed grin on his face. And he did not care at all.

“What was that for,” you asked teasingly, but at the same time almost timidly.

Kobra shrugged, feeling your hand still toying with the short hair in his neck, while his hands rested on your waist.

“Just- I thought I wouldn’t see you again,” he admitted, his voice raspy.

“Well, I certainly don’t mind such a welcome if it’s coming from you,” you grinned, making his cheeks heat up, as his dark eyes watched you fondly.

“I was worried, you wouldn’t come back,” Kobra continued, feeling like he still had not explained himself properly. “I couldn’t bare it if you didn’t.”

“That’s not something you need to worry about,” you whispered, getting on your tiptoes to press your forehead to his. “I’ll always find my back to you.”

And before Kobra had completely understood what your words meant, you had already pulled him into another breath-taking kiss.

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your-averagewriter · 2 years

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Sibling quarrels.

Summary: Kobra and (y/n) are sent out to get resources from a so-called abandoned stronghold. They return to camp and Party bandages (y/n)'s head. Throughout the day soft moments are exchanged between the siblings and (y/n) amidst the chaotic world. (Kobra Kid x (y/n) x Party Poison).

Warnings: Kissing? fighting, guns, weapons, blood.

Word count: 1.8K

Ducking down I narrowly miss a bullet fired at me. I feel my helmet slide down my head so I push it back up before pulling out my second blaster, killing a few of the Draculoids surrounding Kobra. He finishes the rest of them off and follows closely behind me as I approach the abandoned stronghold, or at least it was meant to be abandoned. I crouch down behind some rocks looking as a few Draculoids are packing away supplies.

“We need those.” I point out to Kobra in a hushed voice.

I flip up my visor and watch as they pile the resources into trucks.

“What do we do?” He replies flipping his visor up aswell. I stay silent, thinking of a plan.

“Follow my lead.” I say before flipping my visor back down.

I hold out my gun in front of me as I walk slowly still crouched getting closer. I run to the wall of the stronghold and signal for Kobra to go the other way. He nods before going the other way. I watch him, craning my neck around to see if he’s okay. Turning back around I’m met with the butt of a gun hitting me in the head. I fall to the ground but the impact is lessened by my helmet. Shuffling backwards I shoot the masked man and try to shake off the feeling of dizziness from the head injury. The Draculoid falls to the ground and I hear gunshots from across the compound. Getting up, I nearly fall back down but manage to steady myself and continue the mission.

Kobra’s taken out a lot of them but he’s a bit caught up. Shooting the two in front of me I jump behind one of the trucks as they open fire on me. I flinch, ducking my head, hearing the bullets collide with the metal of the truck. Once the bullets halt I stand back up, looking over the truck I shoot the two that are reloading their guns. Kobra takes out the other three as they stand, unaware that there were two of us.

“Some plan that was.” Kobra says as he jogs over to me.

I look down at all the bodies and hear the silence that now surrounds us. “Well, it seems to have worked.” I say with a small smirk.

“It was meant to be abandoned.” He says looking at the very much not abandoned stronghold.

“Yeah, we should grab all the supplies quickly in case they send back up.” He nods grabbing a couple of crates packed with food.

Hopping onto the back of the truck I pass down the boxes filled with ammunition and guns. I open one of the boxes and it reveals a trunk full of bottles of water, I assume it’s water. I take one out and remove the cap.

“Don’t drink that.” Kobra warns but I ignore him and lift the bottle to my mouth anyway. “You don’t know what that is! It could be poison.”

“Only one way to find out.” I say tipping it into my mouth.

Kobra throws his head back, pacing around, hands on hips as I drink the water.

“You’re stressing over nothing.” I assure him hopping down from the truck. “It’s just water.” I place my hand on his shoulder. “Want some?” I ask, offering the water.

“No, let’s just go back, we’ve got everything now anyway. Someone should probably look at your head aswell” He says glancing over at the cut on my head.

“Okay.” I say grabbing the box full of water bottles, I chuck it on the backseat and sit next to Kobra in the front.

He sits in the driver’s seat and I sit in the passenger seat admiring our score from the stronghold. I turn to Kobra and he doesn’t seem so happy.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask him as he drives us back to the caravans we call home.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He replies emotionless.

“You haven’t convinced me of that.” I say. He sighs before replying.

“It’s just, just that no one was meant to be at the stronghold, why were there Draculoids?” He asks and I chuckle quietly.

“Oh come on, is that what’s got you down?” He nods slowly. “Well, don’t worry about it, someone probably just got something wrong, you know with the information and all that.” I lean over and kiss him on the side of his lips. “Don’t worry about it.” I say with a smile. “Let’s just get home and we can tell the others all about our marvelous adventure.” I say mostly sarcastically.

I pat him on the shoulder and I could’ve sworn his cheeks had a slight pink glow to them but it’s most likely the light. The sunset colours reflecting onto him or something. The rest of the ride is spent in silence but not an awkward one, a calm, relaxing silence.

We pull up to the caravans, the glow of the fire illuminating the camp as the guys jog up to us. Party pulls open my door before I can even undo my seatbelt.

“What took you guys so long?” Party asks as I exit the car.

“Turns out the abandoned stronghold was not so abandoned.” I say stepping out of the car.

I step into the light and Party’s face is filled with concern.

“What happened to your face?” He says hands holding onto my face, one finger swiping against the wound. I hiss as he presses down to hard and he makes an apologetic face and whispers out a ‘sorry’.

“A Draculoid hit me with their gun.” I say sounding quite indifferent. “You know, the usual.” I joke.

“Come on, let me clean it and bandage it.” He says, Kobra, Fun and Jet have already left, gathering around the fireplace about to cook some of the food me and Kobra retrieved.

“Fine.” I say begrudgingly as he drags me into our makeshift medical room. It’s not much more than a closet but it’s stuffed full of bandages and all of that.

I lean against the side as Party sorts through the stuff. He turns around, a damp cloth in one hand and some bandages in the other.

“This might hurt a little.” He says before dabbing my head wound with the cloth.

“Shit.” I mutter quietly, flinching away slightly.

“Sorry.” He says but continues to clean it.

Once it’s cleaned he moves onto the bandaging.

“Is a bandage really necessary? Can’t I have a plaster or something?”

“No, you need a bandage.” I huff but accept it as he starts wrapping it around my head. I watch in silence as he wraps the bandage around me.

“You look so pretty.” I say looking up at him, his face illuminated by both the glow of the fire and the shadows that carve the canals of his face. He looks a bit shocked before he smiles.

“You look pretty too.” He says and I lean forward to peck him on the lips.

“Alright,” I start seeing Party looking quite flustered by my actions. “Can I go now, doc?” I say jokingly.

“Yeah, umm, tell the guys I’ll be out in a minute.” He says before hurrying away.

“Okay.” I say trailing off as he leaves the room. Weird, I think before heading out to the firepit.

I get wolf whistled by Frank jokingly as he sees my bandage.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited.” I joke and don’t miss the way Kobra’s face creases as I do. “I think I might just wear my helmet for a while to cover it.” I say placing my helmet on my head but flipping the visor up. “Much better. Also Party said he’d be out in a minute, don’t know where he's gone.”

“Oh?” Jet asks genuinely.

“Think you scared him off.” Frank says.

“Oh yeah? I’m sure that’s why.” I say nodding my head. “I’m gonna get a drink, anyone want one?”

“Can you grab me a beer?” Jet asks and I nod.

“Anyone else?” They both shake their heads. “Okay.”

I walk off, the conversation becoming a distant sound as I enter the ‘kitchen’. I head to the fridge and grab two beers but before returning to the campfire I decide to look for Party. I poke my head into the rooms, I look most places but he’s nowhere to be found. I head back out towards the fire and see Party talking with Kobra. It looks like they’re arguing, what about? I wonder.

I start to head over when I hear Kobra say my name.

“What are you doing with (y/n)?” Kobra asks with no response. “Leave them alone.”

“What are you talking about? Why would I leave (y/n) alone?” He sounds just as confused. I decide to hang back and listen for a while.

“They don’t want you.” He replies.

“How would you know what (y/n) wants?” He says scoffing.

“Well, they kissed me.” Kobra says and I feel bad for him, Party, if anything will feel angry about the interaction but Kobra will shrink away and become miserable. I decide to intervene and fain obliviousness.

I walk over, into the light and sit down.

“Hey guys. Jet, here’s your beer.” I pass it to him and he mutters a quick ‘thanks’ before silence overwhelms us. “What’s got everyone so quiet?” I say trying to lighten the mood.

“Hey Jet, can you, umm help me something real quick?” Fun says obviously trying to remove them both from the situation.

“Yeah, I’ll come help you.” They both get up and leave.

Kobra’s eyes are fixed on the floor as Party stares at him.

“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” I say and they both turn to look at me.

“Well, it seems like we both like you.” Party says.

“Well, I’d hope so.” I chuckle. “We’ve been friends for a while now, it would be kind of awkward if you didn’t.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“He meant like, more than a friend.” Kobra fills in the gaps.

“Oh.” I say, realising what’s going on. “Wow.”

“I’m guessing you like us too, seeing as you’ve kissed both of us?” Party says with a small smirk.

“Yeah, you could say that.” I say with a slightly nervous smile.

“Okay, now. What to do with this situation?” Party ponders with a smile. “Now obviously, if this situation ends up in dating I’d like (y/n) all to myself but seeing as you’re my dear old brother I might make an exception.”

“Get on with it then, what do you propose?” Kobra asks getting impatient with Party beating around the bush.

“I propose we share (y/n), if of course, if (y/n) would like to have both of us.”

“I am certainly not opposed to this idea but I don’t want to drive a wedge between your guys’ relationship.”

“If it doesn’t work out then we can establish a new ‘deal’” Party says with air speech marks. “You alright with that Kobra?” He nods his head in response.

“This is gonna be fun,” I say looking at the two extremely attractive men who are now both mine.

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Cactus Fights (kobra kid x reader)

desc: Y/K/N (gender neutral) got into a fight with a cactus and lost. Kobra decides to go and get revenge, trying his best to not end up in the same fate as Y/K/N.

A/N: saw the request and had an idea immediately

inspired/requested by: @xocasper

word count: 1.5k

"What are you, a dumbass?"

"Yes. I thought it was obvious."

Poison rolled their eyes and stood up. You gave a cocky smile to their back as they retreated outside, probably to the gas station. Annoying them was easy, and luckily also very fun. You started humming to yourself to pass the time, although luckily you didn't need to wait too long. Poison walked back in with his brother, them sharing a look of annoyance.

"You.. you fought a cactus?"

"Yes. It's not my fault it looked at me funny."

Poison gave you a look of disbelief and Kobra moved down to kneel beside you. You shifted in the diner seat to face him and he adjusted his sunglasses so that you could see his eyes.

"You fought a cactus. And lost?"

He grabbed your hands in his and took a simple look at them. It wasn't hard to tell, as your knuckles were bloody and horribly bandaged (courtesy of Poison). He looked back into your eyes and you tried not to trip up under his gaze. He was a judgy fellow, you were aware, but he was very caring.

"Yes. It's also not my fault I lost either though. It had needles poking out of it!"

Poison scoffed in the background and Kobra turned to give them a death stare. He turned back to you and sighed, bringing your hand to his face and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

"Is that the only damage it did, or did you try to tackle it as well?"

You stiffened at that question. You hadn't tried to tackle it, no. You had kicked it, and boy was that cactus firm. While there wasn't a cactus needle protruding from your shoe, there was a throbbing in your big toe. It just hurt. You quickly shook your head, immediately causing the siblings to not believe you.

"You sure?"

"Mhm. No tackling was done."

"Can I check then?"

You nodded. It's not like he was gonna find blood anywhere. Unless you had smeared some when you reached for your gun to shoot the cactus. It's not like you were able too either; it had caused to much pain in your knuckles, so you just put your blaster away and kicked the cactus before limping back to the diner.

"Shirt off please."

You pulled it off as quickly as your hands would let you and then sat as he ran his hands over your chest, checking for anything that seems off. He asked you to turn around and you could feel the same process. The only thing that distracted you was Poison leaving the diner, saying something about seeing if Jet Star or Fun Ghoul needed help with what they were working on. Leaving you alone with your boyfriend.

"Shoes."

You cringed at his word and he gave you a questioning look.

"I- uh."

You held out your hands and he let out a small laugh.

"Sorry, sorry."

He reached down and undid the laces for you, pulling them off as gently as he could. When he got the shoe off of your hurt foot, you had to hold back a sharp inhale.

"Could you get your pants, or-"

"No, I can do that."

You stood up, him backing away a little. You quickly undid whatever held your pants up and shimmied out, leaving you standing in your underwear and socks. He leaned forward, kneading your skin as he checked for any disturbances. He had you turn around so he could check the backs of your legs as well.

"Turn around please."

You spun around, getting caught off guard by your boyfriend wrapping his arms around your thighs. He pressed his face into your stomach, pressing little kisses to it. You giggled, the sensation being tickly.

He only pulled back when he pulled his knees close to you, ultimately (and accidentally) placing them on your toes. You let out a pained noise, and he quickly shot back. He looked up at you, confused, and you plopped back onto the diner seat.

"Uhm. There is another place you could check. I did.. I did kick the cactus."

Kobra let out a little laugh, grinning at you.

"I thought I actually hurt you for a second. Are you sure you're okay?"

He gently rolled both socks off, gasping when he saw your big toe. You looked down and gasped as well. It was swollen, unless your eyes deceived you, and purple.

"Does that mean it's broken?"

"I think so? Does it feel broken."

"How does something feel broken?"

"It would feel off? I don't know, you're the one who broke their toe!"

You gave him a shy smile before falling back into the booth. He stood up with a sigh, walking to the other side of the diner.

"Where are you going? Did I piss ya off, lamb?"

"I'm just getting something to keep it in place, calm down lovely."

You two looked at each other as he started walking over and busted out laughing.

"Lamb? Really, Y/K/N?"

"Lovely? Really, Kobra?"

You giggled at the way he rolled his eyes as he sank back to the ground. He started wrapping all your toes together and you felt your heart swell at the way he was being so gentle. When he finished, he pulled back and pressed a kiss to your forehead, retreating back to the medicine room.

"Why thank you, lamb chop."

"Of course, love bug."

You both burst out into giggles again.

"C'mon love, we gotta get your clothes back on."

"I know, I know."

He helped you pull on everything you took off, except for one sock and shoe. He said it was best for you to put as little pressure onto the toe as possible.

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After placing your shoe and sock somewhere only you two would think to look, so as to have Ghoul not color all over them, he helped you hop towards the cactus you had fought. As soon as you guys noticed the blood around one you thought looked familiar, he helped you sit back on the sand.

"Does it have a name?"

"No, but we can give it one right now."

The two of you scrunched up you faces to look deep in thought.

"Paul."

"Sure. Paul, are you ready to go down?"

You looked down from the sky to your boyfriend, who was facing Paul. You couldn't see his face, but you could tell he would have that one he always wears when he wants to show off. He didn't have many facial expressions, but that was one you had grown to love.

"You got this lamb chop! Just don't let his serious expression throw you off!"

"Don't worry, love bug, I won't."

You watched as Kobra jumped at the cactus, his jacket somehow protecting him. He pulled back and you could see he was gonna throw a punch, but he pulled back instead. You cracked a grin at this; the great Kobra Kid, stumped by a cactus.

"So, what's the plan, lamb?"

Just after you said that, Kobra reached for his gun holster and pulled out his blaster. You started laughing at the way he started circling it, gun at ready.

"What's the po-"

The sound of the blaster's ray hitting the cactus cut you off, and you covered your eyes as you heard the gun go off again. After a third shot, you heard your boyfriend start laughing, causing you to open your eyes. He stood there, victoriously over the remaining half of the cactus.

"I defeated the cactus and I'm not hurt. What happened to you?"

His cockiness caused you to make a sour look at him, receiving a laugh as he swooped down and picked you up. He stood you upright and helped you limp back to the diner, the two of you flirting whilst using the newfound horrible pet names. Walking into the diner, you continued, although you could feel the other three peoples' eyes on you.

"So, what did you think of my job, love bug?"

"I think you did wonderful, my sweet lamb."

"Ewww, cut it out."

The whine coming from Kobra's sibling went ignored by the two, much to the amusement of Ghoul and Jet. Poison sighed dramatically, leaning against Jet, who shimmied away from him.

"Can't an attractive 'joy receive any love out here?"

"Yeah? Why do you think I have a boyfriend?"

"Shut up, Y/K/N, you don't count."

Ghoul giggled before patting the seat next to him, signalling you to slide in next to him, Kobra following.

"Do you wanna know about this new bomb I'm trying to make? The goal is to have it turn into a huge explosion of neon purple!"

The four other killjoys all simultaneously raised their eyebrows and pursed their lips; they remember what happened with the other color pigment bomb.

Kobra placed a hand on your thigh, giving it a little squeeze. You smiled to yourself, causing Poison to shoot you a look.

"Kobes, I swear if your jacking Y/K/N off down there-"

#kobra kid x reader #killjoys #killjoy fic #gn reader

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smashbros2023 · 2 years

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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.

#kobra kid x oc #kobra kid x reader #kobra kid #danger days #party poison #jet star #fun ghoul

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littlesunshine1223 · 1 month

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KOBRA KID HEADCANONS??????

Kobra Kid NSFW Headcanons

- he prefers to be in charge but he does have his moments where he wants to be a good boy for you

- he might look like a twink to most people but the second the two of you are in the bedroom it’s a whole different story

- the only times he’ll submit to you completely is if he knows you’ve been having a rough day or if it’s your birthday

- he has a temper (just like Party Poison) and if you piss this snake off enough you’ll feel his bite because you won’t be able to walk the next day

- tug his hair, mark him up with hickeys, leave a perfect handprint on his ass, and edge him till he’s about to cry if you want him to submit for the night

- *Slaps roof of car* this bad boy can go for many many rounds and great potential to make you unable to walk properly for a week

- if you wear his jacket then go lay and spread out on his motorcycle then he will go feral and he’ll have to be drug off you

- his neck, sides, thighs, and chest are his most sensitive spots and if you leave hickeys on any of those places then he’ll get hard by just the sight or even when it’s mentioned

- wanna tease him and turn him on bend him over the nearest surface and whisper what you want to do to him/what you want him to do to you or simply wear his clothes and wait for him in your shared bedroom

- The other Killjoys in the diner threatened to kill you and bury you in the sand when they saw a big hickey on Kobra’s lower neck and collarbone but now the two of you never hear the end of it from Ghoul who likes to tease the two of you

- once he gets between your legs he doesn’t want to get out and if you try to pull him away he’ll whine like a dog and almost start crying from the thought you didn’t like him going down on you

- just reassure him and give him a few kisses and he’ll be on top of you in no time as he rails you into the mattress while praising you and giving you sloppy kisses

#kobra kid #kobra kid xreader #danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #mcr fanfiction #mcr5 is real #mcr x reader #mcr5 #mcr tumblr #mcrmy #mcr #my chemical mikey #mikey way #mikey way x reader

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partypoisonzz · 2 years

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IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER/BEFORE YOU FOLLOW/MASTERLIST

Hi! Welcome to my imagine blog. You can call me Pen. (It's a pen name, get it?)

I write MCR/Danger Days/reader imagines. I hope you enjoy them.

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Masterlist

💞= Fluff 💔= Angst ❤️‍🔥= Smut

Gerard Way / Party Poison

Bullets Era

Revenge Era

Black Parade Era

Danger Days Era

Return Era

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Ray Toro / Jet Star

Bullets Era

Revenge Era

Black Parade Era

Danger Days Era X-O-X-O (Jet Star x Fun Ghoul x Reader) ❤️‍🔥

Return Era

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Mikey Way / Kobra Kid

Bullets Era

Revenge Era

Black Parade Era

Danger Days Era Keep You Safe Tonight (Kobra Kid x Reader) 💞

Return Era

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Frank Iero / Fun Ghoul

Bullets Era

Revenge Era

Black Parade Era

Danger Days Era X-O-X-O (Jet Star x Fun Ghoul x Reader) ❤️‍🔥

Return Era

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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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