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nexysworld · 2 months

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summary: Brat tamed by your step dad. pairing: Step Dad Toji x Fem!Reader tags: NSFW, Smut, Stepcest, Daddy Kink, Age Gap, Pussy Slapping, Spanking, Mean!Toji, Degradation Kink, Unprotected Sex, Manhandling, Dub-con, fem receiving oral, Reader is 18+, MDNI wc: 2.4k

Read on AO3 || Ask Box || Masterlists a/n: this is my first time writing for JJK and Toji, but god am I down BAD for this man. I wanna practice and write more because....yeah. 😏 Title based on the song. Also special thanks to @kaitkatme for beta-reading this for me.

“Fuck off Megumi, you’re always breathing down my neck!” You yelled, chucking the pillow across the room at your step brother. “Seriously, get out!”

“I’m only doing what I’m supposed to as your big brother!” He yelled back, easily dodging the weaponized cushion. “Dudes like that are only looking for one thing. They’re dangerous.” “Really? You sure? I would say you’d know, but I don’t think you’re getting any either.” You replied, rolling your eyes.

“Whatever, give me the phone.” His hand was stuck out expectantly. “No way! I’m an adult, I can go out with whoever I want.”

The two of you tussle back and forth around the room, grappling over the device in your hand. Luckily for you, his back was to your bedroom door, giving you the chance with one good shove to send him staggering backwards into the hallway, sticking your tongue out at him for good measure. The door slammed shut with a loud thud, and you clicked the lock to make sure he couldn’t get back in so easily.

You flopped back down onto the plush bed, intending to return to what you were doing when noise caught your attention. Loud stomping, followed by some muffled arguing – you recognized one of the voices as your step dad, he must’ve been woken up by the argument.

As the voices got closer you could make out the tail end of the conversation. “Why don’t you just buckle up and be a father for once.” “Will you stop naggin’ me, she ain’t even my kid.” “She calls you dad.” “So do you, fuckin’ brat. And you don’t listen to me either.” “You really want her skulking around with one of those mercs? Bet that’ll look real good on you, old man. Your rivals joking about going through rounds with your slutty daughter.”

“Tch, fine. But only because I’m sick of your fuckin’ nagging kid. We both know she isn’t goin’ to listen t’me.” His footsteps were heavy as they closed in on your room. The front door of the house slammed close downstairs, Megumi having retreated. There was a brief silence outside your door as he pondered what to say before his heavy fist landed on the door a few times. “Open up.”

“Don’t think I will.” You added, not feeling like being lectured again, and especially not by the deadbeat who fucks your mom. Or did fuck your mom, no one really knew where mom was these days.

There was a huff of frustration as he banged on the door again. “I ain’t askin’ twice.”

“Then don’t.” You lazily went back to scrolling on your phone.

“You fuckin’ brats are really startin’ to piss me off today.” A loud boom rattled the walls, nearly giving you a heart attack. Your bedroom door had been kicked right off the hinges, the top half of the door tangling by what was left of a single screw, the bottom half launched into the wall across the room.

You’d seen Toji go at it with Megumi before, tossing all sorts of things at him with his absurd inhuman strength, but you’d never been the target of that anger before. Your mouth opened in shock, ready to say something, but words caught in your throat as he marched towards you.

“First I’m woken up because the two of you can’t keep yer traps shut. Then I get an earful about you running off with some merc kid – thought I raised you better than that.” “You didn’t raise me at all!” Toji had been around as long as you could remember, probably the closest thing you’d ever have to a real dad. Except he only really acted like a father when he was trying to get in your moms pants – or when you made cute bait for a potential bounty he was trying to collect on. “Shut it.” He said, towering over you. “Screw you!” You spat indignantly. “I ain’t dealin’ with any more shit today.” It always impressed you how fast he was, for such a large buff guy. Even still, it shocked you how quickly he managed to flip your positions, him sitting on the bed, you bent over his lap. The only noise you could get out was a yelp as his hand collided with your clothed butt cheek, the red hot warmth of pain radiating outwards. “What happened to that filthy mouth?” He asked mockingly, this time tugging your pajama pants down to expose the plush mounds of your ass. “Come on princess, you wanna talk like a big bad adult, then talk.” He brought his hand down again, this one knocking the wind out of you, making your legs kick behind you tangled in your pajama pants – fat hot tears forming in your waterline. “No? Nothing?” He asked again, as he continued his onslaught, large hand imprinting its shape on you. “That’s what I thought. Shoulda knocked some manners into both you brats forever ago.”

He shoved you off of him, making you tumble head first onto the floor. Your face was red with anger, cheeks puffed out, righting yourself just enough to look up at him, still tangled in your own pants. He looked down at you amused, scanning your form. He grabbed your face with his hand, squishing your cheeks together, forcing you into a kissy face. “Now that’sa look.” He mused. “Acting like you’re ready to go run around with boys, but can’t even stop snottin’ and cryin’ like a kid after getting spanked by your Daddy.” You wanted to say something back, insult him, tell him to shut up. But you couldn’t, ass sore, mouth still pushed out between his fingers. Instead, you glared him down as best you could.

“What was your plan anyway? Hope he’d take you somewhere fancy, call you pretty names while he licked that little cunt? Or were you hopin’ he’d be mean, put you in your place.” He chuckled, leaning forward so your faces were close together again. “Maybe Megumi was right – ‘m gonna have to listen to stories from half the guild about my slutty little girl, aren’t I?” “N-no!” You managed to squeak out at the accusation, it fell on deaf ears as he continued rambling his own thoughts. “Only thing I can’t understand is why you’d pick some loser I work with. When ‘m sure there’s plenty of punks crawling around this city, ready to get their dicks wet.” His eyes narrowed, a smug ear to ear grin taking over his features. “Oh, I get it now, you want someone just like your Daddy, don’t you?” Heat pooled between your legs at his words, cheeks on fire with embarrassment more than anger now. You squeezed your thighs together, hoping he didn’t notice. He let go of your face finally, red finger marks lingering on your skin. Despite having the chance to speak, you were stunned into silence.

He noticed.

Of course he noticed.

Toji yanked you up by your arm, roughly pulling you into his lap, pressed against his chest with your head over his shoulder. His large, rough fingers trailed down the semi-circle of your ass cheek to dip lower from behind, gently brushing against your slicked folds. “Looks like I’m right on the mark.” “N-nuh uh!” You denied, exasperated.

“Dumb little brat, runnin’ around looking for trouble when all you need is your Daddy, right here at home.” He played with you a little, stuffing his index finger into your wet heat, his thumb rubbing against your clit in even circular motions. You whined, squirming your legs at the sensation, feeling your walls clamp around the digit. What remained of your dignity was fleeting, as you felt his cock press against your leg through his pants. “Looks like she’s been cryin’ for attention – no wonder you’ve been such a bitch lately. Shoulda known it woulda been easier to just fuck the ‘tude out of you.”

He pulled his hand out of you so he could toss you unceremoniously onto the bed, ripping your panties and pajama pants off the rest of the way. By the time he yanked your shirt up, your hands were covering your face in embarrassment. “Nah, none of that shy shit.” He chided, easily gathering both your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. “Look at me, princess.” He used his free hand to force you to meet his gaze again. “You wanted this, remember? So you’re gonna be a good girl and watch while Daddy makes you feel good, understand?” You scrunched up your face in a glare again, still not wanting to give him the satisfaction of absolute obedience. The hand holding your face collided with your cheek in a sharp slap, making your tits bounce a little as you jerked with the motion. “You wanna keep that brat shit up and I’ll just fuck you raw instead, how about that?” “W-wait no!” You exclaimed. “S’what I thought.” Your step dad let go of your wrists so he could lift your lower half up, tossing one leg over his shoulder, tongue messily sliding up your slit before lapping at the bead of nerves. Like most things with Toji, he was quick, flicking his tongue side to side before circling it around your clit. His hands dug into your hips with a bruising grip, you looked up catching the top of his head and eyes between your legs. Eyes squeezing shut in short-lived pleasure. “G-guah!” You made a sound, a mix between a moan and a yelp as you felt a lightly stinging slap to your pussy, eyes shooting back open. “What did I say?” “T-to watch.” Another slap against your pussy made you squeal. “Then why were your eyes closed, hmm?” “‘M sorry!” Another one, this time angled just right that you managed to feel it against your clit too. “Wh-why?” “You’re sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” You replied. “Good girl.” Praise from him was rare, and while it was dripping with sarcasm, you couldn’t help the way it made your chest flutter. He resumed his meal between your legs, messily slurping you into his mouth. Your body felt like it was burning up, pleasuring pulsing between your legs each time he applied pressure with his wet muscle to your clit.

Your back arched in pleasure, legs kicking at his back as you came, hard. “Oh god.” You whined, not able to keep your eyes open this time as waves of pleasure rolled over you, through your stiffened muscles. Luckily, he didn’t seem to care this time, dropping your lower half down so he could wipe your slick from his chin with the back of his hand.

Your eyes, half lidded, watched as he reached down, pulling himself free of his gray pants. You let out an audible surprised sound as you watched him stroke himself a few times. It was thick from tip to base, uncut with pearly beads of precum that dribbled onto your thigh with each stroke. He ran his thumb over the tip, hissing at the sensation before rubbing it along your bottom lip, letting you taste him. Greedily you sucked the digit into your mouth, grinding your hips up when you tasted the slightly bitter liquid.

“Shit. You’re fuckin’ cute, I’ll give you that.” He said, pulling his hand back to line himself up with your entrance. He pushed into you, grunting as your tight walls clenched around him. “Tight as hell too. Relax.” He groaned, sinking inch by inch into you until the tip of his cock pressed snuggly against your cervix. It was overwhelming how full you felt, like you’d be split in half if he were any bigger.

Not one for patience he leaned forward, nearly folding you in half, as he slid out to the tip before slamming back in, watching as you writhed beneath him, gripping the sheets. Your pupils were blown, you could feel his breath against your face again with how close he was in this position. “Look at you givin’ me those lovey dovey eyes. Want a kiss too?” He asked. “Please?” You nodded, letting go of the bedding to wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him. He obliged the request, pressing his lips to yours – rough and slightly chapped. He gave a few shallow thrusts while tangling your tongues together, pulling away just enough to give him a better angle to fuck into you harder. “S’too much.” You croaked as he set a steady pace, brutally pumping himself inside of you. “S’too much.” You repeated, eyes scrunching shut, overstimulated between the stretch and speed of his movements. “S’okay, you can take it.” He replied, between movements. You clung to him tightly, a fresh set of tears brimming at your eyes, toes curling with pleasure. “‘D-daddy.” You sobbed out, clawing at his back. Each time he sunk back into you, he hit a special spot, one so deep you’d never reach it on your own. It made stars sparkle on the back of your eyelids.

“That’s m’girl, let it all out. Gonna fill this bratty little hole up, make sure she remembers who’s in charge, yeah? Gonna be a good girl from now on?” “Mhmm.” You replied, so close to your second orgasm. “Never be bad…nnng…again….” Your muscles tensed, the pressure exploding again as you cried out, second orgasm exhausting the last of your energy. Your velvety walls clamping down were enough to bring him to completion too, his cock twitching as hot cum spurted out, drooling into your spent hole.

Eyelids heavy with exhaustion, you barely registered when Toji pulled out, or when he’d laid down next to you tucking you into his side. Your body naturally curled into his warmth, head sinking into the pillow as sleep pulled you under.

It wasn’t until you heard the telltale sounds of arguing again did you even bother to crack one eye open. Megumi stood in the broken doorway, looking like steam was coming out of his ears. “What?” Toji asked lazily. “You didn’t want her goin’ with that guy, now she’s not. Problem solved.” “Problem not solved –” He began, before you chucked a pillow at him again. “Go away, Megumi.” You groaned, burying your face back into your step dad’s chest to resume your nap, too tired to feel any sense of shame or embarrassment in the moment.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 10 months

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omg yes i have a smut req for hbo!joel :)

so u and joel are out and about in jackson one night and joel notices a lot of the guys staring at you at the bar… u havent made your relationship public yet, but you’ve been on his arm all evening. the second you step away from him to get another drink, some guy approaches you & tries to get u to dance with him. joel immediately walks towards him and cusses him out (or something…) & he doesnt tell u he got jealous until youre in the bathroom of the establishment with joel talking dirty in your ear & showing u how youre his <3 (sry if this was alot but thats just an idea, u can change it however u want!)

༉‧₊˚. 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 || 𝐡𝐛𝐨!𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

― pairing: joel miller x plus size!reader

― summary: even though your relationship with joel was unlabeled, everyone knew that you were his girl, but when a man hits on you at the bar, joel figures he may have to step it up a notch.

― warnings: jealousy, exhibitionism, bathroom sex, possesive!joel, marking, biting, heavy dirty talk (joel's filthy mouth), unprotected sex (don't be like them), cumming inside, lowkey breeding kink but not really, jealous sex, mirror sex, kissing, making out, light breast play, fluff at the end because I can't help myself, some random dude creepin for plot.

― wc: 1933

⇾ a/n: HOLY MOLY IS THIS A HEFTY ONE. i think with every smut i post the word count grows little by little. surprisingly this has a little plot but honestly not really, plus this is my first fanfic of joel so please let me know if he's in character or not because i hate when my favs aren't themselves. anyways i had fun with this big boy, so untiI i post again, see ya and i hope you enjoy!

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Joel never had to worry about jealousy while being out on the road, and even when you had resided in the QZ, he hadn’t really had to worry about it there either, because everyone there was mostly just trying to survive, but in Jackson, people had time to live, and to love, and to lust.

It was still all so foreign to Joel despite having been in Jackson for a little over two months now, Joel, you, and Ellie sharing a house with one another across from Tommy & Maria. Tonight was one of those rare nights where Ellie decided that she wanted to spend time with kids her own age, a group of girls in her class having a sleepover at one of their places. Joel was a little apprehensive about it, but the promise of spending time alone with you was too good to pass up, and he knew that Ellie could take care of herself if need be.

So, that’s how you landed here at the Tipsy Bison all dolled up, sitting next to Joel with your fingers intertwined with his, sitting proudly in the view of any onlookers. Joel watched you with stars in his eyes as you laughed at whatever Tommy had said, even as Maria looked at the man with slightly amused embarrassment written all over her face, the table the four of you sat at was bursting with energy. You hid your wide smile behind the rim of your glass cup, taking a sip of your whisky and gazing at the couple across from you.

Joel couldn’t remember the last time you were this laid back, your walls had become practically nonexistent. You allowed yourself to be vulnerable because you knew that you were safe, that you finally could stop worrying about your family; about the man that had no label yet, about the smart mouthed girl that you had slowly begun to consider your daughter, although the titles went unspoken, they were there.

You went to take another sip of your drink when you realized you had in fact drained it empty. With a fuzzy head and a disbelieving giggle, you let go of Joel’s hand and made your way to stand up.

“Where ya goin’?” You heard Joel ask from over the country music that was blaring through the bars’ speakers. “To get more to drink.” He stood up, attempting to take the glass of quickly melting ice out of your hand. “Let me.” You pushed him back down into his seat gently. “I’ll be fine, babe.” With a playful roll of your eyes, you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Be right back.”

You disappeared into the sea of people, which was surprisingly a lot. You don’t know how many times you had said, ‘excuse me’ or ‘pardon me’ before you had finally reached the bar.

“Hi! Could I get a glass of literally any kind of whiskey you have?” You asked the bartender with a sheepish smile. “Sure thing!” You went to say ‘thank you’ when someone tapped you on your shoulder. You jumped a bit in surprise but nonetheless turned around.

There was a man standing there with a smirk, his eyes eating up your front side as they raked themselves from top of your body down to the tip of your heels. He was younger than Joel, probably around your age, dark hair with a nasty looking 6 o'clock shadow. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, but the man perceived it as flustered squirming.

“Howdy.” The man greeted with a wink. You cringed a bit; it was only hot when Joel said it.

“Hey…” Your greeting was awkward, your eyes quickly searching for a way out. What was taking the bartender so long? “I just so happened to see you here all alone and figured I’d try to be the lucky guy you took home tonight.” He flirted. You took a step back when he took a step forward, your back hitting a bar stool. “Oh uh- I’m actually-”

“What’s goin’ on here, sugar?” The voice of Joel piped up from behind the man, and the geezer turned around to look at him. “I was just telling him that I was here with you, and I had to come back to the table.” Just then the bartender placed your glass on the bartop.

“Sorry for the wait.” He apologized before taking off to tend to another patron. You gave him a grateful smile before he left and grabbed your drink, but not before Joel was grabbing you by your hand and slowly leading you around the man’s body protectively.

His grip was tight all the way to the… restroom?

“Joel.” You called out his name but he didn’t respond, simply leading you through the unisex bathroom door, shutting and locking the door behind the both of you when you got inside. You set the liquor on the bathroom counter before standing there anxiously, watching his back muscles tense under his shirt as he rested both palms of his hands on the door.

“Joel?” You call even quieter this time.

“Was he hittin’ on ya?” He murmured darkly. You gulped nervously but softly saying, “Yes.” He turned his head to look at you, his body never leaving the door. “And did ya like it?” Your eyes widened, “What?” You asked breathlessly but also in offense. “I said,'' He finally approaches you, his strong chest mere inches from your soft one. “Did ya like it?”

There was something in his voice that forced a shiver down your spine, his eyes burning into your soul, a fiery light shining within his beautiful brown eyes. His big hand wrapped around your neck, gently squeezing your airway as he walked you backwards, your lower eventually back graced the edge of the counter.

“No.” You heaved breathlessly. “I didn’t like it.” He hummed. Lowering his head, lips brushing up against yours, never quite joining them together. “‘Cause yer my girl, aren’t ya?” His right hand that was gripping your neck descended down your side, squeezing at the fat of your waist before resting under the hem of your dress. “Yeah- ‘m always been your girl.” You whimpered. He smirked, “That’s right. Ever since I met ya, ya’ve been mine. ‘Got my name written all over ya sweetheart.” He finally kissed you, his mouth devouring yours with such fervor that it stole your breath right from your lungs.

Your fingers busied themselves in his gray hair, pulling on the strands to deepen the kiss. He slipped a knee between your legs, the material of his dark blue jeans brushing against your damp sex that was only covered by your underwear. You moaned, exposing your neck to him, which he was quick to take advantage of, biting down so hard that it hurt; you knew what he was doing, he was making sure that a mark was going to be left behind, that when you left this bathroom the bruise would scream the words ‘she’s mine.’ The thought of him being almost territorial of you made you needier, digits leaving his hair to frantically try and unbutton his pants.

He stopped your frantic touches, his hands enveloped yours. He stared into your widened eyes, and your irises were blown out with lust.

“Turn around sweet-pea.” He murmured. “Okay.” You did as he said.

You watched him work behind you through the mirror, his upper body slightly jolting as he shoved his pants down to release just his cock and balls. Your nails scratched at the hardness of the counter, body tensing up like a cat when you felt him shove your dress up to sit on your wide hips. He pressed his body against yours, his hard cock rubbing against your ass. A shiver shot down your spine at the weight of him.

“Joel…” You mewled. “What do ya need, baby?” He kissed along the column of your throat all the way up to the shell of your ear, teasing you. Baiting you. “Fuck me, please. Show them that I’m yours Joel, make them see how good you fucked me.” He growled, his timbre voice prickling at your veins, plucking at them like the strings on his guitar.

He snatched your underwear down your thighs, pushing you forward by your lower back to make it easier to line himself up. He teased your wet slit with his tip, swiping it up and down before finally settling and pushing in. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet as his dick stretched you out, filling you with a pleasurable pain that made your knees weak.

“Fuck.” Joel groaned from behind you. He held you tightly, the plush of your hips spilling through his fingers, giving him a better grip. He hadn’t given you a moment to get used to him, simply pulling out before slamming back into you, sending your body jolting forwards.

His thrusts were brutal as he fucked in and out of you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every punch of his hips. With his left hand still on your body, the other slithered up your body, pulling the front of your dress down so your braless breasts spilled out. It was the end of the world for god sakes, who had the time for bras anymore?

“Such pretty tits, sugar.” He said crudely, groping your right breast roughly. You cried out, throwing caution to the wind and allowing your hand to fall and grip the counter for stability.

“‘Feels so good, Joel. So fucking good.” You moaned. “Now, now honey. We can’t be havin’ other people hearin’ them beautiful sounds now, can we?” He cooed. You shook your head no, and that’s when he wrapped his right arm completely around your front, holding you back and covering your mouth with his left. You were left completely at his mercy, to use you how he pleased.

That’s when something seemed to snap within him at the sight of your helplessness, pistoning into you with the renewed vigor of a mad man. You didn’t even bother to try and keep your noise down, the wet squelching resounding throughout the fairly sized restroom was enough to make your shame pretty much disappear.

“‘Gonna cum.” Your cry was muffled but he understood you nonetheless. I mean, how couldn’t he? He felt the way you clenched around him, your cunt sucking him in greedily like it couldn’t get enough of him.

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?” He teased. You nodded fastly, pleas spilling out of your mouth and onto deaf ears. “That’s right. ‘Cause that stupid kid wouldn’t have even known how’ta make ya feel good. Bet he wouldn’t even know where to start. That’s okay, ‘cause ya’ve got me to take care of ya.” His dirty words drove you to your end.

“Fuck. Ya gonna let me cum in ya?” He asked, always the southern gentleman. You nodded again.

He worked the both of you to your ends, squeezing you until you finally came, stars shining behind your eyelids as they squeezed shut. Even as he worked you through your orgasm, he crashed into his own, painting your walls white. There was a moment of silence of you two catching your breaths, his arms falling from your body to resettle on your hips where he laid his forehead on your back.

“I’m totally wearing this dress again.” Was all you could say.

“Like hell you are.” He grumbled, pulling a bubbling laugh from your chest.

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solitude4chiron · 10 months

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White Ferrari

Miles 42 x black fem reader

Warnings/about: Angst/fluff, Drunk characters, slightly drunk driving, you get attacked by one of Miles’s rivals he feels guilty, frank ocean & skateboarding, caring miles

Slight trigger warning: You get followed and attacked by a rival of your boyfriends, you own a gun and pull it out

& yes this is pt.2 to fashion killa 🫶🏾 thank y’all for the support on my first piece of writing 🥹🥹

Miles took your advice from your last heartfelt conversation, leading his uncle Aaron to take more of the prowler role while he rebuilt your relationship, but after a few weeks off he sadly had to stay out again

During the weeks he had off you felt closer to your villain boyfriend than you ever had before. Him opening up his eyes to your world and you feeling every emotion he expressed he was raised in as a child.

You both went to concerts seeing ASAP Rocky (both of y’all’s fav) JID, Brent faiyaz (Miles’s favorite he sends you lyrics all the time) and kendrick Lamar. You standing in the pit made miles tense up so he would always end up being right behind you, arms wrapped around your waist while dancing to whatever artist was playing, the tight space pressing your butt onto him which made him go feral, but not purposely of course 🙄 so he always ended up whispering in your ear

“Espera a que lleguemos a casa, you want to tease huh?” (Wait till we get home)

After his disappearance, and reappearance you communicated your feelings to him a lot, as he understood that his weight was slightly your weight too, and it stressed you out. Even though his identity was safe and your relationship with him wasn’t too public, you felt someone had a hit out on your head.

“8:35 pm not too late…” and while miles was gone you dragged on your baggy evisu jeans while also pulling on a tight cropped shirt, finishing it off with a hoodie zipping it just far up enough so you could still let others see your bellybutton was pierced. Then you left, skating down the street with bktherula blasting in your left ear (miles always told you to keep one ear open when he wasn’t with you)

After a minute you stopped at a gas station for a drink and while walking to the back for your soda, you spotted a man dressed in all black. Shiesty mask pulled down, his dark eyes glared at you screaming disrespectful things

“Why the fuck do I live in nyc..” you muttered

At that moment you snatched the money out your pocket and slammed it on the counter whilst walking out, hoping the fast payment would put some space between you two. You also text miles. A lot..

“Hey miles baby, you free?” 8:49

“Some dude keeps following me miles” 8:49

“Miles please look at my location, I’ll try to stay in the area please come get me” 8:50

“Baby please answer me” 8:50

“Babe” 8:50

“Babe” 8:53

“Miles” 8:53

Miles POV:

“Aye pass that shi bru we celebrating tonight” I said through intoxicated lips while taking another swig of the hennessy bottle, and for a minute my worries went away, and that minute was actually 30 minutes

“Aye y’all imma head home ! My wife waiting on me” I said with a smug look on my face snatching the keys to my motorcycle off the counter, but my unc ain’t goin for that shi

“Gimme the keys miles, airdrop me your address”

“Alright then dad..” I said sarcastically, but slightly pondered on that sentence because my dad, yeah

While opening my phone to airdrop the address my heart sank to my crotch

Future wife: 7 new messages

Future wife: 16 missed calls

Future wife: 1 voicemail

And immediately I became sober. Hopping on my motorcycle and riding through the oddly warm night climate, leaving my worried uncle behind while tracking y/n’s location

“Sabes que lo siento, I keep fucking letting you down.” (You know I’m sorry baby)

Y/n’s pov:

Although you tried not to acknowledge the man but something about him was familiar? You’re sure you’ve never seen him before but maybe you’ve heard of him

“Come here ma, won’t be long trust”

“Come on you know you want to turn around and look at me”

And in that moment you knew who he was, Sidat. (Sigh - dot) Miles’s little “enemy”. Miles told you about him, but the way he was described to you. Made you feel like he wasn’t a threat. Now you realize he wasn’t a threat to miles, but definitely is a threat to you

“Move nigga, I got a man” you snapped

“I know that already love, fuc him”

And something in you jerked to pull out the gun you tucked in your pants earlier. The gun that had MM (Miles morales) engraved in it, the gun you never realized could swiftly take someone off the earth, the gun that had purple wrapped around it. Personalized for your boyfriends touch

“I said move nigga, damn.” You said, turning around swiftly while pulling the gun out your waist

And you tilted your head, peering down the top of the gun hoping this would be enough to scare sidat away

“You ain’t pullin that shi girl” he said whilst jumping on you pinning you to the floor, you kept the barrel of the gun to his chest but he knew you wouldn’t pull it. You knew you wouldn’t too

He lifted your chin off your chest with his own weapon

“You so fine, miles don’t deserve yo pretty ass”

And in that moment you heard a motorcycle almost a minute away

So he left, and in the snap of a finger sidat was gone

And you shivered on the floor preparing your words for when miles found you. Tears ruining your pretty mascara

“Lo siento, cariño, lo siento, salí y me emborraché y pensé que si bebía no tendría que pensar en nada y..” (I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry I went out and got drunk and I thought if I drank I wouldn’t have to think about anything and I..)

“Come on hermosa, I’m so sorry” you saw a tear forming a the bottom of his eyes and you knew if he wasn’t slightly drunk he probably wouldn’t be crying right now

He picked you up and sat you on his motorcycle. Going straight home

Timeskip: At home

“And yeah, that’s what happened. He vanished as soon as you pulled up.” You said through tears and hiccups

Miles tried his hardest to comfort you. He took your clothes off slowly trying not to trigger anything inside of you and wrapped you in the satin robe he got you for valentines. He took you into the bathroom and ran you a bath while rubbing a soapy rag along your body. His eyebrows indicating his regret. He made you hot camomile tea just like how his mom taught him, and he slid your bonnet on your braids freshly oiled for bed while he played your favorite, frank ocean

“It’s my fault” you heard him sigh

“No baby it wasn’t your fault, It wasn’t any of ours I’m not too shaken anyways I promise”

“But I should have been checking your texts, just like you always tell me too…” and he buried his head into your breasts trying to hold back drunk tears, and sooner or later you were being showered with kisses. His breath smelled like liquor but you didn’t care. He made sure that night while you both slept he was directly behind you. Never letting go of your hip

“Care for you still and I will, forever” miles sleepily sang the lyrics of white Ferrari, and you’d wonder if he knew what he sang, or the impact it made in your head. It almost felt like he could only love you this deeply when he was drunk. Maybe he just felt this way the whole time

And through every kiss he apologized, because sober or not it pained him so much someone besides him had hurt you, purposely. The music filled your room and leaked out your shared window freezing time, and all you could do was stare at the boy you loved in awe

Because you never thought he could love someone so deeply

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #spiderpunk x reader #hobie brown x reader #prowler miles #miles morales prowler #y2k aesthetic #fashion #frank ocean #miguel o'hara #Spotify

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stuffeddeer · 5 months

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rock band member dazai where he’s often in the media for drama between him and his previous ex band partner and you happen to run into him (anonymously!) on a chatting app. eventually his “personal conflicts “ he tells you about him and a ex friend start to align a lot with a certain famous singer’s tabloid scandals, so you bite the bullet and ask if it’s him or if he is just going through the same exact specific events dazai is. he ends up revealing his identity and you end up getting backstage tickets to his shows and he ends up just as obsessed with you as you are (chuuya is pissed that somehow that shitty dazai got a partner before him)

its u.

Dazai’s heart rate picked up at the two grammatically incorrect words that popped up in his notifications. You’d been so close to figuring it out for weeks; Was today finally the day?

wdym

Right: play dumb. There’s no guarantee you figured out who he is, so he just needs to stay calm.

Sure, week after week he’d tell you stories from his life that popped up in magazines and circulated around online the next day or so, always causing you to come back and flaunt it in his face that your favorite guitarist had done it “bigger and better” (even though the stories were the exact same). You frequently pointed out similarities in them (being him and… himself) to the point where he almost saved and told you several times, but something always held him back. Maybe he should just finally rip the bandage off.

A photo message came in. It was a screenshot - a screenshot of a picture Dazai had sent you. In the background had a bright red circle around something small. He zoomed in, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Couldn’t you just type it out? What a hassle - oh.

Yeah, he should’ve listened when his manager told him to pick it up and display it properly.

The image was a bird’s eye view of his hand, flashing his fresh coat of nail polish and his rather messy wooden floors (and his cute orange halloween socks). Nothing too damning upon first glance. Sure, you’d mentioned that your favorite band’s guitarist had painted his nails the same color, but that was mere coincidence, right?

No. Because this lazy moron couldn’t put things away, in the top left corner of the photo - the area circled in red - showed an opened package with the platinum record his band was gifted for their most popular song. Why would he have that if not a member of the band himself?

He looked up from his phone blankly, staring at the package still nestled on the side of his room. The only difference from the photo is that it had been pushed slightly to the side since then, stopping him from tripping over it. What a stupid mistake; Dazai had always been much more careful than this (except when he wasn't).

dude

u let me gush to u ab URSELF????

im embarrassed

Dazai smiled. Well, at least things weren’t awkward.

It had been a few months and you and Dazai were happy to talk in person now that he didn’t have to hide his face. You’d been backstage at many of his shows, meeting his bandmates and spending time in person. It had honestly been so much fun, but sometimes Dazai missed the cat and mouse game he’d been playing when you were unsure of his identity - back when you texted him rumors and articles about his own life, saying how crazy it was that your favorite artist went through the same things as him.

He’d woken up earlier than he wanted to due to the myriad of calls blowing up his phone. “What..” He grumbled, not even bothering to check caller ID. “Who is this?”

“You asshole! You got a fucking partner before I did? And they’re hot, too! No way they settled for you,” Chuuya continued to grumble while Dazai put him on speaker phone, tuning him out. Whatever he was yapping about didn’t matter once he noticed a notification from you.

do u know this guy? he seems to be goin thru the same things u r…

A link is included, leading Dazai to an article with a picture of him and you. The first thing he notices is how smitten he looks with you, causing him to blush very faintly as he smiles to himself. Is that really what he looks like around you?

Rockstar Dazai Osamu Finds New Fling - Or Maybe More?

More, definitely more.

“Are you listening, asshole?” Chuuya shouted from his speaker. “How’d ya get a partner before me?”

Dazai smiled, saving the paparazzi shot onto his phone. “My height, definitely.”

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normal-internet-user · 1 year

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BARRIER PT: 5

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Pt: 4 <-- --> Pt: 1

Summary: Leo is begining to grow increasingly suspicous of Raph's whereabouts every Friday night, so unknown to his red clad brother, he it's high time they met Raphs secret friend...

Warnings: swearing.

Requested: N/A

GN Reader!

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You clicked absentmindly through the job descriptions on your laptop screen. Clicking on one of the many, 'help wanted' posts on the site, you read through the description, before sending in an application.

This is what you had been doing almost all day, scrolling and scrolling, hoping someone would reach out to schedual an interview.

After your dad had shown up at your previous job, you blocked him everywhere you knew you could, and even changed you phone number, being sure to let Raph know so he could still contact you whenever.

The two of you had grown pretty close since the day he came to your aid, messaging and chatting with eachother often.

He still visited you on the rooftop every Friday night, only now the two of you could talk face to face. It was a nice change.

You phone screen lit up, letting know you had received a message. An unknown number. Your heart dropped.

Was it your dad? Impossible. You had done everything you could to cut him from your life, there was no way in hell he found a way to contact you. It could just be a wrong number situation...

You opened the message with shaky hands, and what you read only made you even more uneasy,

Unknown: "Come to the roof."

What the fuck...?

You closed the message, and called Raph, there was no way in hell you were going up there alone.

"Hello?"

"Dude, you are not gonna believe this-"

You told him about the unknown number and the demand to meet whomever they were on the roof, and you heard him groan on the other end.

"Those idiots, I knew they were up to somethin'. Listen, don't go up there quite yet, I'll meet ya on yer fire-escape. Wait for me, ok?"

"Ok, Red. Whatever you say."

The call ended, and you let out a deep breath. Now just the waiting game...

<Raph's POV>

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Where was everybody?

Sensei was meditating, but the other three were nowhere to found. Which was weird. The Lair was way too quiet, and I debated calling Leo, untill my phone rang.

(Name) was calling.

I picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Dude, you are not going to believe this. Some random number just texted me, telling me to go to the roof."

I was silent for a moment, before my brain put two and two together. Those fuckin' idiots.

"Those idiots, I knew they were up to somethin'. Listen, don't go up there quite yet, I'll meet ya on yer fire-escape. Wait for me, ok?"

"Ok, Red. Whatever you say."

I ended the call, and sighed in frustration. These nosy assholes just couldn't mind their buisness. Probably Leo's idea.

But how in the hell did they find out where (Name) lives? Donnie.

"Shit.." I mutter.

That's why Leo went to Donnie last week. He wanted to know where I've been goin'.

After around 15 minutes, I land on (Name)'s fire-escape, then send 'em a quick text to let 'em know I'm here. They open the window, sending a smile my way.

"I take it you know who's on the roof?" They said, following me up the fire-escape.

I sigh, "Yeah. It's my nosy brothers." I reply, now standing on the hard concrete, "Who can't seem TO MIND THEIR OWN BUISNESS!" I shout, making Mikey fall from his hiding place.

"Ouch! Oh- uh, hey- heeyyy, R-Raph! Wassup bro..?"

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You watch in surprise as Raphs younger brother falls from his place on the water tower.

The orange masked terrapin, whom you guessed was Mikey, looked guiltily at his brother, a nervous smile on his face.

Raph scowled, "I can see you, Leo."

"Welp-"

Two more turtles landed next to Mikey, albeit on their feet instead. The purple one, Donnie, and 'Fearless', as Raph called him, whom you knew was Leo.

Raph stomped over to his older brother, leaving you to stand awkwardly next to the fire-escape.

"Who do you think you are, huh? Trackin' my friend? What was your thought process there, Leo? Because not only, not only did you invade my privacy, but also theirs. They got enough goin' on without you stalkin' 'em!" Raph roughly shoved his brother backwards, and Leo scowled.

"Well maybe if you learned to communicate, I wouldn't have had to." Leo shoved past Raph, walking over to you, and you felt yourself get nervous.

Leo held an air about him. A calm and respectful one. But one that made you nervous, the way he was looking down at you reminded you a little too much of your dad.

Now don't get me wrong, you knew from Raph that Leo was nothing like your old man. He was serious, but still able to let that go and just be. Something your father could never do. But you couldn't help but connect his gaze to the one your father used whenever you were in trouble.

"Hi..." You said, waving awkwardly, "Uh- you must be Leo..."

Leo nodded, still observing you, "And you must be Raphs friend."

You nodded, smiling nervously, "Uh, yeah, I'm (Name)."

Before Leo could say another word, he was shoved to the side by a very exstatic Mikey, "Wassup, dude/tte? Name's Michelangelo!" He then turned to look at Donnie, "I cannot believe Raph was the first one of us to score a lover."

You felt your cheeks go red, "Oh, no! We're not-"

Raph cleared his throat, "Yeah, uh. We're just friends, Mikey."

You nodded, "Yeah, j-just friends."

Mikey moved his gaze between you and Raph. Once. Twice. Three times.

"Alrighty then. Well, this is Donnie!" He said, introducing his purple clad brother, "And you obviously know Raph."

Raph scoffed, "Obviously. Not like I come to see 'em every Friday night. Matter of fact, I have never met this person in my life."

That caused you to let out a laugh, and Raph mouth twitched up into a smile as the sound pulled from your lips.

Leo moved forward once more, hand out stretched for you to shake, "I apologise for the tracking and stuff. Probably a bit over-kill, I was just worried for my family."

You shook his hand and shook your head, "Nah, I get it. Your brother sneaking out every Friday to meet some stranger you don't know? I'd be worried too. Although, yeah the tracking was kinda over-kill.."

Leo nodded, looking sheepish, but he definitly wasn't as intimidating as before.

You cleared your throat, "So, you guys wanna come in?" you asked, motioning towards the fire-escape, "I can order some pizza."

"Hell yeah, Angelcakes!"

"I wouldn't mind some pizza."

"That would be very kind of you, Mx. (Surname)."

You held up a hand in Donnie's direction, "Oh no, none of that Mx. (Surname) shit. Makes me sound ancient."

With that, you lead the four brothers down into your apartment. Mentally preparing yourself for how crazy fucked up your life was about to be.

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I am so so sorry for the for the long wait, I swear I'm working on this series-

@princessmads1820 @leleouwu @dilucsflame33 @pheradream15 @lazyafgurl @allybutton @muamazon4 @push-lennon-off-stage @turtle-babe83 @i-just-like-to-read @lieutenantlashfaz @m1dnyt3-w0lf @bo0tyshak3r9000 @lovelyladylavie @gremlid-the-second @caramelcandykk @phd-in-fuckery @ellie-crow @maladaptiveromantic

Goodness gracious there are so many people to tag now-

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #raphael x reader #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 x reader #raph x gn reader #tmnt raph x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles bayverse #bayverse tmnt x reader #bayverse raph #normie writes

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spideycatt · 9 months

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Cat & Mouse Part 2.5 || MM x F!READER

Synopsis:

You see Miles at a party after a mishap

Now playing:

Yea, I said it // Rhianna, Astrothunder // Travis Scott, Slow Motion // Don Toliver

Warnings: Cussing, BLACK reader, aave (Ik its in like every fic i write but its how i talk dont come for me), partying, bumping n grinding on the dance floor oooo, Mentions of drinking, Use of n-word

Not rlly warnings/ A.N: Mentions of Gwendolyn Stacy🙄, the dancing scene popped up in my head after listening to the linked song on repeat so ofc i wrote about it!!, Just a lil sumn sumn before i close off this lil series

“Oh my GOD Miles just shut the fuck up! I dont care if you and that bitch Gwen got something goin on because you’re not my nigga! Everyones right. Im not gon trip over you and whatever hoes you might have because obviously- this ain’ gon work. I’m over here stressing over finding a new roommate, I’m not gonna stress over someones who’s not my nigga, too.” You scream, staring at Miles as he stood in your doorway, both of you breathing heavily from raising your voices. You shook your head as you slam the door in his face, making sure to give him a pointed look before it shut.

You sigh at the memory of you and Miles’ fight from two days prior. He hadn’t come back to talk to you, and that only made you feel worse for slamming the door in his face like that. But it was true. You two weren’t dating, so you wouldn’t think it over too much. Hence why you were at a some 90’s themed party with your friend right now.

(“You need to bring someone home! Forget about Mr. Lame out there. Have some fun!”

“Girl what? I’m not even thinking bout boys right now.”)

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks! Remember what I said- let loose!”

You nod your head at her, nodding your head to the sound of Travis Scott bouncing off the walls. Which, wasn’t very 90’s, but as long as you were dressed up did it really matter?

You start walking to see where your friend went, but got stopped by someone grabbing your waist. You whip your head around to see who had the guts to touch you like that, and was met with a random guy you’ve seen around school. ‘Kinda cute.’

“Wanna dance, baby?”

You cringe inwardly at the nickname, being so used to Miles saying it to you. ‘You’re literally here to forget about him. One dance won’t hurt!’

Your friend comes back as soon as he starts tugging you away, you shrug at her as she gives you a questioning look.

You both move to the make-shift dance floor as Let’s chill by Guy starts playing. His hands on your hips as you sway your bodies to the music. You were getting really into the song, you were caught by surprise when you look up and see none other than Miles, staring at you two from across the room like he wanted to kill the guy behind you. You roll your eyes, continuing to dance on the boy behind you, when you felt him get pushed off you suddenly. You whip your head around for the second time tonight to see Miles and the guy almost chest to chest.

“Dude what the fuck?!” The guy yelled over the music, looking up at Miles with furrowed brows.

“Hands off my girl.” Miles quipped, looking down at the man with a mean look on his face, making the guy quickly back off.

“You’re crazy.” The boy huffed out, putting his hands up in surrender, quick to run off into the crowd.

Miles turned to look at you, grabbing your hips and pulling you close with a smirk.

“Miles, what the fuck.”

“Hey, Moss. I missed you.” He said, trying to lean in for a kiss, but you put a finger over his mouth.

“You dont get to ‘Hey, Moss,” me right now. Is that a durag on your head? Who the fuck did your hair?” You question rapidly, pushing his hands off you.

“Chill, baby,” he whispered in your ear, placing his hands back on your hips, and kissing down your neck. “My homegirl did them yesterday.”

“I don’t like that.”

“I knew you wouldn’t. Thats why I did it.” He smirked, spinning you around to hold you from behind. ‘Typical.’

“Y’know ma I like this style on you. You really turning me on right now.” He grabbed your hips and moved them along with his, dancing to the song currently playing.

“Don’t think you can make me forget about you and Gwen.”

He sighed in your ear, throwing his head back as he grinds into you. “I already told you baby, it wasn’t like that. She had a thing for me, and I fucked up by not putting her in her place. You know I only want you, ma.”

“No. I don’t know, Miles. You out here letting girls touch on you and do your hair ‘n shit. And that’s making this very hard to believe.” You spat, glaring at no one in particular.

“You’re so sexy when you mad, ma.”

You stay silent at that, slowly bringing one hand up to wrap around the back of Miles’ neck, and putting the other hand over his, which stayed on your hip.

“So do you forgive me baby?” He muttered, rubbing his thumb over your jean skirt.

“Why would I forgive you if we’re not even together?” You counter, tilting your head to the side.

“Oh it’s like that?” He raised a brow, mouthing over your neck.

“Yup.”

“Lets make it official then, yea? Let me be yours. And you can be mine. Just mine.”

“You’d better to tell your ‘homegirl’ to keep her hands out ya hair if I say yes.”

“When you say yes. Y’know you can’t act like this forever.” He turned you back around and smirked down at you, making your tummy fill with butterflies.

“Forget you.” You kiss your teeth, looking away from him as he spreads a hand over your ass cheek.

“Nah. I know you want me, too. Así que dime, Moss. Whats up with you?” (so tell me)

“Ok, ok. Yea.” You sigh, pressing yourself against Miles, hugging his middle and resting your head against his chest.

“What was that baby?” He said smugly, rubbing his hands up and down your sides.

“Don’t make me change my mind, Miles.”

“Fiesty.”

kuett.

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inniessick · 1 year

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Thinking abt bf!Innie taking you to see a horror movie with his friends, but while watching the movie y/n gets rlly scared so Jeongin puts her on his lap and cuddles her. Then he fingers y/n in the car to make her happy💗🙁

oh ho ho nonnie... now you've put that idea in my head, and damn is it a good one.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: smut, cussing, petnames (babe, baby, pretty, lovely, princess, jeonginnie, jeong, innie) dom!jeongin, semi-public fingering, idk that's probably it. let me know if I missed any!

You were supposed to meet the guys at Hyunjin's place for your weekly movie night. there was only one problem, it was a horror movie. Despite yours and felix's protesting, it had been decided. You disliked horror movies, you were easily scared. You tried to convince Jeongin to not go this week, but he said he'd be right next to you so you didn't have to worry. That didnt help though, you didn't want to be scared.

"Baby, you almost ready to get goin'?" Jeongin knocked on the door to get your attention, peering his head into the room. You were picking up your phone from the bed, looking visibly pissed off. "Mhm, we can leave." your voice was flat as you opened the door fully, walking right past Jeongin. "Princess, dont be upset, it's just a movie. It's not supposed to be all that scary, anyways. We've been doing these movie nights for a year." You knew you shouldn't be this upset, but you hated scary things, you've always been that way. Jeongin hugged you from behind, murmuring into your neck, "Promise i'll keep you safe, pretty. it'll be over before you know it." You hummed, "If i scream its your fault! Lets leave before they get on your ass for being late again."

He held the door open for you, both of you making your way to the car. The ride wasn't long, you had started to relax a bit. You heard Jeongin take the keys out of the car, before he was making his way to open your door, holding his hand out, "C'mon, I know they're waiting for us." You both made your way up to the door, knocking and it being answered quickly. "Hyun!! They're both here, you can get the movie started!" Chan yelled to Hyunjin before greeting you both, "Made it on time this week?" You playfully hit his arm, "Shut up it was one time!" "You were literally an hour late!" "It was one time, Chan!" You both started laughing.

Everyone was figuring out their seats across the couch and floor. Chan spoke to the group, grabbing their attention, "Alright make room, the loverbirds have arrived." Han and Minho looking at each other before saying "Ew..." "Boo, tomato, nasty." Both of them teasing you two. Jeongin spoke, "Yea whatever, talk when you can actually get a girlfriend." Han rushing to defend himself, "Hey! I've had girlfriends before!" Seungmin turned to him, "When? In like 7th grade, for a week?" "You're supposed to be on my side dude!" "Just saying the tru-" Hyunjin clapped his hands, "Alright shut up, movies gonna start!" Everyone began to quiet down.

You and Jeongin sat on the far end of the couch, his arm holding your waist, giving you reassuring squeezes every time a jumpscare occurred. You weren't happy, but the movie seemed pretty tame. At least, that's what you thought before it started to get real gruesome. A loud noise coming from the tv causing you to gasp, "Fuckin hell.." Jeongin leaned his head down, "You alright babe?" "No Innie, it's getting too scary." "Cmere, sit in my lap, i'll hold you till its finished." You moved yourself onto his lap, still watching the screen, his hands holding your waist and thigh. Each time you got scared, you would push yourself into his chest, an involuntary reaction. What you hadn't noticed was each time you did that, your ass would move right against jeongin's crotch.

You felt his hands push your hips down, "Stop moving like that, we're in front of all the guys." You could finally feel how hard he was under you, your clothed cunt sitting right against it, you moved your hips forward slightly. He squeezed your hips again, pushing you down against him, leaning in towards your ear, "Behave, or I'll fuck you right in front of everyone." You nodded, focusing on the movie again, attempting to not move when you got scared. You had been doing a half-decent job, he knew you were trying your best. You gasped again, the main character getting dragged into a basement before having some not-so-pg13-things happen to them, you shook your head, grabbing jeongin's hands. "Shh, shh I got you." "No jeonginnie, it's too scary, dont wanna watch it anymore." "Movie is almost over, hang in there and i'll make sure you feel better in the car." "But-" You looked up at the screen, another jumpscare, making you push yourself against him, a feeble attempt to get away from the tv. "Just close your eyes baby, innie's got you. It's almost over, nothings gonna get you." You listened to him, closing your eyes and turning your head away.

It wasn't all that long before you started to hear everyone begin to speak. changbin spoke, "Alright, it wasn't that bad, look even felix was able to watch it." "Yea, could've been a lot worse." Felix looked over at you two, "Did it scare her?" He had asked Jeongin, "Mhm, she made it through most of it, though." Han patted your shoulder, "That's progress! Maybe next time you'll get through the whole thing." Your eyes widened, fuck that. "I'll stay home the next time if you guys wanna watch horror, Innie can go by himself." Jeongin squeezed your hand, "I think we'll both pass, don't want her getting freaked out again." Hyunjin chimed in, "That's probably a good idea, sorry we scared her." Jeongin tapped your leg, "C'mon, time to go home." You stood up from his lap, grabbing your belongings off the couch. "We're gonna head home, text me later so we know what were gonna do next week." "Yea! we'll make sure its some cringey romcom or something." You waved at the guys, wishing them all a goodnight.

You got into the car, holding Jeongin's hand. "Don't make me do that again Jeong, freaked me out too much." He moved his hand onto your thigh, "I know baby, 'm sorry." He moved his other hand to grab your chin, giving you a kiss. "Didnt think it'd be that bad, lovey." His hand ran up your thigh a bit more, your breath hitching because of how close he was to your core. "Want me to make it up to you? Make you feel good?" You looked at him, "But- We're in the car, what if someone sees?" "The boys are gonna stay inside, and its dark out, nobody's gonna know."

You nodded your head. "Want you to make it better innie.. was so scared." His hand moving to unbutton and unzip your jeans. "Mhm, I know. Let innie make it better." He leaned over more, kissing you while he slipped his hand into your panties. He moved his fingers right over your clit, rubbing it slowly, taking all your moans into his mouth. you moved away, trying to catch your breath, "Jeongin please, need your fingers, dont tease me." He moved his lips along your neck, "Alright, princess. Whatever you want." He gathered your slick onto his fingers, "So wet for me.." You moaned, bucking your hips against his hand. He pushed two fingers into your needy hole, causing you to gasp at the sudden stretch. "Gonna make sure you feel better," He curled his fingers, pressing against your sweet spot, slowly pumping the two digits into your pussy. "Fuck jeongin, there- need more, gimme more." "More what baby? What do you want?" "Innie~ Want you to go faster, need your fingers to make me cum." You threw your head back as he immediately fulfilled your request, fucking his fingers into you quicker, thumb making circles on your clit. "Can feel you clenching around me," "Fuck- Jeonginnie... mmm, please.." He curled his fingers again, grazing that gummy spot. Your back arched as he gripped your jaw, kissing you deeply before pushing his tongue past your lips. "Mmph.. mm-" You moaned into the kiss, moving your tongue against his. God you were so close, you were right there. He separated from your mouth, mumbling sweet nothings to you.He applied pressure to your clit, moving his thumb against it faster. "Innie.. baby wan' cum." "Go ahead, cum all over my fingers." "Shit.. ahh- cumming- innie~", gripping onto his wrist as you screwed your eyes shut, walls spasming around him.

"There you go, did so well for me." He removed his hand hand from between your legs, you whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He licked his fingers clean, "Always taste so good.." "Thank you, feel a lot better." He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, before turning the keys and starting the engine. He took your hand in his, "Lets get you home so I can properly fuck you." You squeezed his hand a little, giggling at his comment. He flashed you a cheesy grin before driving away from Hyunjin's house, eager to do just as he had said.

a/n: thank you so much for being my first ask, nonnie! i loved writing this and may have gotten just a bit too carried away 😅😅.. I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING THIS AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED PUTTING IT TOGETHER!! YOURE ALWAYS WELCOME BACK INTO MY ASK BOX... remember, let's play ♡.

likes, reblogs and feedback are appreciated! ♡ my requests are open! let me know if you'd liked to added to a taglist for future works!

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crusty-chronicles · 5 days

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I'd love to see Jin with a human girlfriend. I'd love to see him introduce her to Yusuke, Chuu and the others for the first time. She's more of a bookworm type of girl and if you could have her wear glasses that would be amazing! Please and thank you!

Jin With A Human Bookworm S/O

I think just in general he'd be a 10/10 partner

Human or demon, he's absolutely smitten.

That being said, he's a lot more softer with a human S/O

He doesn't want to accidentally hurt you with his strength or worse. Humans are fragile, after all.

He's very hesitant to pick you up and carry you in the air.

Genuinely scared he might drop you.

“One slip up and you go ‘splat!’ I don't wanna be cleanin’ you off the ground. It'd take too long.” He explained. The last part earning a small glare from you. Which he corrected immediately.

“I mean, I'd be devastated at the loss of ya. Now don't go and hit the back of me head! I mean it!”

Your first meeting with the wind demon was…an experience.

The duties of a spirit world Shinobi were extensive. Sometimes extending to the world of the living. Which was where Jin found himself now.

He took care of what he needed to, but that didn't mean he had to go back right away.

It was rare being allowed here without constant supervision.

He couldn't help but take the opportunity to sightsee when he could. Occasionally watching the Living World's inhabitants. Who didn't know just how good they had it.

To bask freely in the sun. The light.

Originally he'd wanted some quiet in a clearing. A place to enjoy the serenity. But he'd caught something from the corner of his eye.

A lone human sitting under a tree.

It was odd by his standards for one to be this far away from the others.

So he decided to watch you for a little while. Hovering a small distance above you with interest.

He noticed you were actually reading. How strange. And when you struggled to turn the page, he sent a small gust of wind to help you. Thinking nothing of it.

Apparently he'd been a little too close.

The sudden wind making you jump and search for the direction it came from.

To your surprise, there was a man above you. Staring at you with equal bewilderment.

“Uh, sir? You're flying.” There was truly nothing else you could think to say. Too shocked to come up with anything else because ‘how the hell was this dude flying?????’

He didn't seem to expect you to address him.

“Huh!?! You can really see me? Quite a bit of awareness goin’ on, dont'cha?” A higher spiritual awareness than most humans.

“A bit of a what?”

All he offered in return was a laugh at your confused expression. Joining you on the ground shortly after and proceeding to dodge your questions about his powers. His work was secretive, you know.

A very baffling first meeting that turned into two. Then three. Then once a month. Then once a week.

It didn't help that spot in the forest was your favorite for reading. Or that he showed up at the exact same time every meeting.

You didn't know a lot about him, except that he wasn't really human. If the ears and horns didn't give it away.

He did talk a lot, just not about himself. He'd ramble about duties and how ‘they were such a bore’. Or fighting other demons and how ‘none of them really compared to Urameshi.’

It was odd. But the way he phrased things made you laugh most of the time. Occasionally you'd gather bits and pieces from the redhead's life. People he knew or things he liked.

You never understood why he kept coming back after the first time. You figured it was because he was bored and wanted to kill time

Which in a sense was true.

But honestly, he liked the attention you gave him.

The way you stared at him with curiosity and interest.

How you always laughed at his jokes.

How you'd put down whatever you were reading to listen to him talk your ear off.

Maybe he liked stopping by a little more than he should've.

And maybe he liked your reactions when he subtly messed with you.

Your frustrated huff when he sent a little gust to trip you up or mess with your hair.

Maybe his face went a little red at the sound of your laughter.

So what? It was all in good fun.

You were good fun.

“Back again flyboy? That's the third time this week,” you greeted.

His visits had become a lot more frequent. Sometimes you wondered how he always knew where to find you, even if you switched spots.

You couldn't say you minded much. He was great company. Still choosing to hover over you while he talked.

“These things really help you see? Whaddya do if they break?” He asked, stealing the glasses from your face.

The times he was on the ground, he liked to ask you questions about yourself.

“Well then I'd be blind. Things would be kinda fuzzy and unfocused.” You tried to swipe them back to no avail.

“So you'd be stumblin’ around like a newborn? You humans really are fragile.”

“Well we can't all be born like you, Mr. 20/20 vision.”

Instead of handing them back, he haphazardly placed them back on your face. They were a little askew, but besides that he did okay.

Today though, he offered a little more of an explanation about why he kept showing up.

“If they do ever break, I'll just carry ya around everywhere so you don't go and hurt yourself.” And maybe his concern had been endearing.

“It's quiet here. Sometimes my ears feel like they're falling off with all the noise out there. ‘Specially with all the orders Risho keeps yapping out.”

He quickly slapped a hand to his mouth.

“Oh! Said too much.”

“Don't you always?” You teased.

“Maybe I do, but you like the sound of my voice.”

“Sure.”

The silence after was peaceful. He was quieter than usual. It gave you the opportunity to ask what you'd been wanting to for a while.

“You know, if you're gonna keep stopping by, I'd at least like to know your name.”

He lit up at your words.

“Jin the Windmaster.”

“Windmaster? That certainly explains a lot.”

And that was how the mysterious flying stranger had become your friend. Then over time - your lover.

Jin is the type to rest his head in your lap while you read.

Wanting to both relax and be close to you at the same time.

If you choose to read to him, he tries not to fall asleep. Key word: tries

But it's inevitable he does. Your lap is just so comfortable.

You let him read to you once.

Never again.

It was a combination of him reading too fast or jumbling up words to the point of being unintelligible. You couldn't understand him for the life of you.

Jin is a very touchy partner. Wanting to have at least one point of contact with you at all times.

Whether it be resting his head on your shoulder or clinging to you from behind, he's always touching you in some way.

He likes to skirt his responsibilities by hanging out with you. Even if he gets in trouble for it.

Consequences be damned, he wants to see his girl!

The first person to find out you were dating was Yusuke.

Why you may ask?

“Urameshi, your mate’s human, right?”

Because he was the one Jin went to for advice 'courting humans.'

“Uh yeah.”

“How'd ya do it?”

Safe to say it was a lengthy conversation. But hey, it worked didn't it?

Yusuke is incredibly supportive about it. 10/10 friend.

And when Jin introduced you to him, he was a little surprised to see the wind demon fell for someone reserved. Someone with a more calm demeanor.

But it works for a reason. You're probably the only one able to reel Jin in when he's over excited.

You 🤝 Keiko - having routy boyfriends who love to fight.

Jin would never risk bringing you to the demon world. He wouldn't be able to handle it if something happened to you.

For that reason, you wouldn't have met his other friends until they visited.

Like Yusuke, Chu and Toya are supportive. Whatever makes their friend happy.

But Chu’s a little more outspoken. Lecturing you like an old man when his daughter dates.

“This guy's one of my best friends. You betta not break ‘is heart!” He warned you, slurring his words together in a way that made you concerned.

“Are you drunk!?!”

“That's besides the point!”

Overall, a relationship with Jin is sweet. A little hectic at times, but he does his best to make sure the messier part of his life is far away from you.

#jin yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho x reader #yyh x reader #yyh jin #jin x reader #jin the windmaster #jin the windmaster x reader #x reader

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mephinomaly · 9 months

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[TL] Amusement Wolf/Koga Oogami 3*

Summary: Koga is in a bad mood so Makoto suggests going to the arcade. At first it doesn't seem to help and Koga only gets angrier...

Season: Summer

Location: Corridor

Koga: (Gahh, for fuck’s sake. I’m pissed!)

(Both Sakuma-senpai and Hakaze-senpai are goin’ on a variety show!)

(We’re UNDEAD! We’re suppose t’be a more radical, immoral unit!)

(Feels like the claws we’ve been sharpin’ have been gettin’ dull as of late.)

(...Them shitty seniors. Damn, I don’t get it but there’s gotta be a reason why.)

(Takin’ such a job, it’s totally out of left-field ‘n they’re just doin’ whatever they want. I’m not patient enough nor adult enough t’stay silent ‘bout this…!)

(Dammit. I’m so annoyed I can't even play the guitar.)

(Adonis is doin’ some stuff with the Track and Field club.)

(Nothin’ I can do ‘bout that so I thought I’d play some guitar on my own, but I’m so outta tune…)

Tch, should I just call it quits ‘n go home?

Makoto: He~yy, Oogami-kun. Are you heading home? There’s no Light Music Club activities today~.

Koga: Haa!?

Makoto: Scary…!? Sorry, it seems like I’ve spoken to you at the wrong time.

Koga: Great, it’s Four Eyes. Whadd’ya want.

Makoto: I just saw you so I decided to come talk to you.

Koga: If you have nothin’ to say then don’t come talk t’me!

Oi, Four Eyes. Can’t you tell I’m pissed off?

Makoto: Yeah...I know from experience.

Koga: Then, quickly! Tell me a way that I can blow off some steam.

Makoto: Eeh, this is sudden!?

Koga: Just answer the question!

Makoto: Um, uhhh….You could eat lots of delicious food, take a nap, and forget about the bad things?

Koga: I need to do somethin’ and do it now! Take this more seriously!

Makoto: But I ammm taking this seriously. Then, why don’t you run around the school grounds? I heard that it’s supposed to help clear your mind…

Koga: But I’ll get in the way of other club activities!

Makoto: You care about those things, huh…

Then um… Oh! How about the arcade? You like card games, right?

Koga: …The arcade?

Hm, that ain’t half bad, Four Eyes ♪

Makoto: I’m glad. Seems you’re interested.

Koga: Uhuh. Then let’s go right now.

Makoto: Huh? Go where…?

Koga: Dude, didn’t we just agree we’re going to the arcade?

Makoto: Oh, you want me to come too…?

Koga: You’re the one who suggested it! Take responsibility and come socialise! What, unless you got other things to be doing!?

Makoto: No, I was just going to go home! But I don’t have my bag on me…

Koga: Then go ‘n fuckin’ get it! Quick, chop chop!

Makoto: HeeEEE~!? Why’s this happening to me!

Location: Arcade

Makoto: Yippee~! I won ♪

Koga: …GaaHH! Dammit! How’d you react that fast!

Makoto: Fufu. I had a feeling you’d hit the puck here.

Koga: No way you could read me like that~...

This is supposed to be for stress relief, so why are you winnin’!?

Stress reduction my ass! This is makin’ it worse!

Makoto: Huh~!? Sorry, I’ll go easy on you next round…

Koga: Hah!? I don’t wanna stoop so low that you’ve gotta go easy on me!

Makoto: What should I do then~!?

Koga: Shitty game. Annoyin’ that the score difference was so small…

Makoto: Right? If I had lost my focus I probably wouldn’t have won. I had no idea you were so good at air hockey, Oogami-kun.

Koga: …Even if you win, it’s pointless.

Makoto: Gahh. Don’t look at me like that…

Don’t get too down about it and let’s play a different game. There’s lots to do here.

Koga: True. What game do you recommend?

Makoto: Hmm, a two-player game…

If we play a fighting game, they’ll be a winner and a loser which might put Oogami-kun in a worse mood, so we should probably play a co-op game…

Koga: Huh? What did you just say?

Makoto: Nothing, I said nothing!

R-right! Let’s play a zombie killing game!

Koga: Really? Are you tryna fuck me over?

Makoto: Teehee, that’s up to you. I’ll support you either way ♪

I’ll put the money in and… let’s play!

Koga: Got your gun? I’m gonna focus the small fries ‘n then we can rush the boss!

Makoto: Okay. Oh, be careful not to injure any civilians.

Koga: Ha! Who do you think you’re speakin’ to!

Makoto: Ahaha, true. It’s reassuring to have you with me! Then I’ll just…!

Koga: (Four Eyes keeps hittin’ headshots. But I can’t lose either!)

Makoto: Oogami-kun! Coming from above!

Koga: I got you~!

(The zombies are fallin’ down like dominos ♪ You’re all a hundred years too early to face me.)

(...Come t’think of it - when’s the last time I hung out with someone like this at an arcade…?)

(Maybe ‘cos I got so into the game, I’m not as angry.)

(I still don’t know why Sakuma-senpai ‘n Hakaze-senpai are appearin’ in that show but if I get worked up ‘bout it I’ll cause trouble for Adonis.)

(I can’t help gettin’ angry but, like today, it’s important I find a way t’let it all out.)

(I gotta thank Four Eyes…♪)

Makoto: …Dangit. Oogami-kun, reload, reload!

Koga: Haa?

…AhhhH! Where the fuck’s all my stamina gone!?

Makoto: My bad! They surrounded us and there was nothing I could do…

Uwaa!?

I’m dead. Guess it’s game over.

Koga: Oi, the fuck is you givin’ up for!? We can continue from where we left off!

Let’s go again, Four Eyes! We won’t lose next time~!

Makoto: Ahaha. You’re really into this ♪

Koga: Hell yeah I am. We ain’t goin’ home today until we clear this game, alright!? Get ready ♪

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #koga oogami #makoto yuuki #mephi's translations

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minervadashwood · 11 months

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Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab, plus-size) 🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick 🛡️

The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 18

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Summary: Daryl needs some space. You don't. (Introverts gotta introvert) This chapter contains: Angst, poor communication, a bad storm approaches. Word count: 3.2K Note: So like...don't get mad at Daryl. Dude really misses hunting.

It’d been a month since Daryl had claimed you, and you’d settled into a nice, domestic life with your Alpha. Since you now bore his mark and his scent, you didn’t need to be on suppressants; however, you continued to take your birth control pills. Neither you nor Dary were ready for pups.

You’d mostly moved out of your apartment and into the house, except for a few clothes and an extra set of bed linens. You’d had your share of academic all-nighters, so it was nice to know you could always stay there if a paper or project demanded all of your attention..

Occasionally, Ro and Merle visited you and Daryl. They still bickered a lot, but always visited together. You figured that whatever was going on between them somehow worked for the two betas, so you did your best not to pry.

A few days after Halloween, you began to realize Daryl was more anxious than usual. On the surface, everything remained normal. You had breakfast and dinner together, made love almost every night, so you weren’t sure what was causing his mood. In the past week he’d even become less talkative, which is to say, he barely spoke at all.

Still, one Friday evening he managed to startle you with an announcement at dinner.

“Goin’ huntin’ tomorrow,” he said--or really growled--over his plate of pot roast and veggies.

“Oh! Okay!” You smiled. “I’ll go to the store and get some boots and clothes for our excursion.”

Daryl dropped his fork onto the plate, and it clanged loudly. “”M goin’ alone. Tha’s how I like it. I jus’ need to get outta ‘ere. Tired of lookin’ at the same damn walls day after day an’ bein’ stuck inside.”

His words hurt you. He was unhappy. Here you had been content with work, school, and your relationship, but Daryl felt trapped.

Was this outburst a sign of things to come? Would Daryl always feel the need to escape from home? From you? All you’d wanted from life was to study and have a pack. But what did Daryl want? He talked about pups, but it was always some far off time in the future. What did he want now?

He started eating again. “It ain’t you,” he grumbled. “Jus’ need my own space.”

“O-o-okay,” you replied, blinking quickly to quell your tears. You knew that Daryl could instinctively sense some of your emotions, just as you could his, but you did your best to get control of this empty feeling his words had created.

You couldn’t eat any more, so you stood up and began putting away the leftover food. “It’s okay, Alpha. I can just go to campus tomorrow. I’ll…miss you.”

“Alrigh’,” he said, taking his now-empty plate to the sink. “‘M gonna pack some shit and hit the hay.”

You nodded. “I’ll join you as soon as I finish up here.”

“Nah, I’ll sleep in the other room. Be outta here before daylight anyway.”

He didn’t even want to sleep next to you? You hadn’t spent a night without him since you’d moved here. And now you had to sleep in that big nest all alone?

“Are you sure it isn’t me?” you asked, taking his hand before he could walk away.

He gave you a small nod, pulled his hand from yours, and disappeared down the hallway.

That was the last you saw of him.

You woke up the next morning, cold and lonely. The house had central heating, but at night it was turned down low. Snuggling with Daryl always kept you warm.

You reached overhead for your glasses and put them on, sighing.. It felt like the life had gone out of your home. Now, it was just an empty shell.

Desperately missing your mate, you reached out to him through your bond, just a nudge, and you were met with a sense of relief. Did that mean Daryl was happy where he was? Or happy that you’d thought of him? You waited, and after a moment you felt him purposefully thinking of you, sending you thoughts of comfort and encouragement.

You smiled but stifled the urge to keep communicating with him. You didn’t want to be a nuisance. Connecting with him had helped your sense of loneliness some, although you still missed him dearly.

After you got ready to face the day, you called up Ro to see if he wanted to study together. But he was on a weekend trip to Nashville of all places. Next, you tried texting the group chat for the research center, but there was no way to elegantly say “please hang out with me!” without sounding crazy, so you gave up on that.

Eventually, you found yourself calling Merle, but the man sent you straight to voicemail. Twice.

For the next little bit you paced up and down the hallway like a petulant child, then you started arguing with yourself. You’d been alone plenty of times. Why was it such a struggle today? You could just put in a Hitchcock DVD and veg out. Or you could do some research on that proposal due next week. You had plenty to keep you busy.

Ten minutes later, you were fed up listening to your own thoughts and packed your bag. You could at least study in the campus library. It was a beautiful building with lots of open spaces and windows. And you’d be surrounded by people, too.

Once outside, rain pelted you in the face and wind whipped at your jacket. You hadn’t even realized it was storming. However, the weather didn’t deter you in the slightest. You had an umbrella in the car, so you thought little of it and just got inside your yellow Bug as quickly as you could.

You put your key in the ignition and turned it. Nothing happened. You tried again, only to be met with a clicking noise. Maybe the battery was dead. You had a tester kit in the back, along with a tire pressure gauge and various car fluids. Traveling alone all those years had taught you to be prepared.

You got back outside, trying to avoid the rain, but in no time your glasses were fogged up and covered with rain droplets. You took them off to clean them with your somewhat dry sweatshirt, but then lightning clapped. You yelped, jumped, and dropped your glasses. Thunder scared you immensely. Logically, you knew you weren’t in serious danger, but any hint of peril usually caused you to freeze up.

Trembling, channeled your inner Velma, getting on your hands and knees to find your glasses on the pavement. After a minute of searching, the rain pelting you stopped.

A voice above you said, “Lose something?”

The rough timbre set your skin on fire, despite the cold dampness of your clothes. You got to your feet and came face to face (well, face to chest) with Rick Grimes.

He held an umbrella over you while he stood in a police department rain poncho. His scent hit you immediately, worming its way through your nostrils and into your belly, making everything in you come more alive. What’s more, your fear of the storm was eased away.

A perfectly natural reaction. You were a frightened omega and he was a protective alpha.

“My glasses,” you said. “They may have gotten under the car somehow.”

A spark of light streaked across the sky, and almost instantly thunder boomed.

You shook again and instinctively grabbed Rick’s hand.

It was strong and slightly calloused, not nearly as rough as Daryl’s. Yet holding Rick’s hand reminded you of the first time Daryl had touched you. How certainty had flooded through you, how you knew he was your mate. You remember wanting nothing more than having Daryl fill you up with his knot and put his mark on your skin.

Now you wanted the same thing with Rick, which should be impossible. And what did it say about you? Not being satisfied with one mate, but your body demanding another?

Yet, you and Rick held tight to each other, your eyes staring into his as the rain poured around you. His eyes were soft but full of shock, his jaw clenched.

Suddenly he handed you the umbrella, then he bent over. When he stood up your glasses were in his hand. Instead of handing them to you, he put them in his pocket, took the umbrella back and continued holding your hand. Thunder cracked through the air again, and you found yourself willingly following him into his apartment.

Once inside, Rick finally let go of your hand. For the past month he’d been avoiding you, but when he saw you out in the rain, alone and down on all fours, his alpha instincts took control. Even now, he was struggling against them.

When you’d taken his hand, though you were frightened and simply looking for a protector, Rick found himself flooded with a nearly uncontrollable urge to make you his. His cock grew hard, but there was something else inside him coming to life. He wanted to be yours. He wanted to protect you from any and all who might do you harm. He wanted you to hold him and soothe his own worries, wanted to lay his head on your chest as you played with his hair. And he wanted you to wear his mark.

As he helped you out of your coat, Rick could see Daryl’s mark, and a growl escaped him. You startled, and he tried clearing his throat to cover up the noise. Your scent had changed, but now it was even more intoxicating. He looked down at you, your hair dripping, your face so bare and empty without your glasses on it, and you struck him as off-kilter. You needed his mark, on the other side of your neck. He’d share you with Daryl. In fact, his body and mind were so wrecked with need, Rick felt like the only way he could remain sane was if you let him claim you, everything else be damned.

“Rick?” you said, suddenly not the scared, whimpering omega you were outside, but now self-assured and assertive.

He couldn’t speak. He simply clutched your wet coat in his hands and stared at you.

“Can I have my glasses back?

He nodded, not speaking in case he growled again. He hung your coat on the rack and fished your glasses from his inner pocket.

You took them, and asked, “Where’s the bathroom? I need to…dry off.”

He jutted his chin in the right direction and you quickly walked away from him.

Standing there, he wondered if this was how Daryl felt about you. Or if Daryl’s pull to you was even stronger, since you were true mates.

Supposedly.

What if you and Daryl had gotten it wrong? What if Rick was your true mate and Daryl just another alpha? But that didn’t seem right, either. Because then why did your new scent not repulse him? Why hadn’t he tried to take you from Daryl before?

His thoughts were interrupted by an emergency alert blaring from the television in the living room, where Rick had been tracking the storm system. They’d only even learned about the storm a couple of hours ago, which was really odd for a hurricane.

You sat in Rick Grimes’s bathroom, staring at a kid's rubber ducky that judged you from its home in the middle of the bathtub.

What in the actual living hell was wrong with you? Being frightened was one thing, but holding Rick’s hand? Wanting to wrap his scent all around you? Wanting him to kiss you and make it all better?

You were sick in the head. Some insatiable omega, just uncontrollable lust and longing after one night without your mate.

You began to cry, sitting on the lid of the toilet as Daryl’s phone went to voicemail. You had to leave him a message, at least. “Daryl, I hope you’re okay. It’s storming here and I know you have all that stuff. I just--” Your voice gave out and a choked sob escaped. “Just worried about you. I love you.” You ended the call and blew your nose on some toilet paper.

Did Daryl even have service where he was? You wished you’d asked what part of the forest he went to. You wished Merle had answered your calls and could come and pick you up.

You called Ro next, letting yourself cry. You had to tell someone about this. And who better than your best friend?

“Heya,” he answered.

“Ro, tell me I’m a good person.”

“What? I mean, you are, but…Y/N what’s going on? Is it Daryl?”

“No…it’s…I don’t know how to say this.”

“It’s okay. Just start at the beginning.”

“There’s a storm--and you know how I am about thunder--and I just…My car wouldn’t start and I dropped my glasses. And Rick came out to help me, but the thunder was so loud--and I just grabbed his hand without thinking--and now---Ro I don’t….”

“Go ahead,” he replied, voice patient and calm. “I’m here. It’s gonna be okay.”

“When we touched, it was just like when I touched Daryl for the first time. Just…everything. Like needing to stay near him, wanting him to claim me, just wanting to call him alpha and…it’s all the same, Ro!”

He was silent on the other end.

“But I’m Daryl’s, and I can’t…not being his, it’s like not being alive. Why can’t I…what’s wrong with me?”

Jesus shouldered his phone, and for the third time, lightly slapped Merle on the knee, trying to keep the man from bothering him as you cried in Jesus’s ear.

He took out his tablet and opened the weather app, wondering how in the hell a hurricane was about to bear down on Georgia. There’d been no warnings about it. The storm wasn’t huge, but could still do some damage. It was just the…surprise of it all. He handed the tablet to Merle, who mumbled “What in the hell?” as Jesus turned his attention back to you on the phone.

His heart beat fast in his chest, his mind putting pieces together. Strange weather, no warning. It was a pattern he’d seen in his research, off and on. But to think it was happening now? Yet everything added up. His dissertation had taken shape in his mind earlier this week: omega mating habits as predictors of catastrophe. Floods, plagues, wars…all of them preceded by a single phenomenon. Omegas with multiple true mates.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you,” he replied, getting his bearings. “Can you let me talk for a minute? It’ll make sense, promise.”

“Okay.”

“Remember the AIDS epidemic in the 80s? Happened all over but mainly in the cities. New York is what we have the most information on. Just before that, about 1% of the omega population, claimed to find two mates. People weren’t as open-minded then, so I’m guessing there are more who never registered with both mates."

“Yeah, you told me about this the other day, I think.”

“Y/N, it’s not just a thunderstorm out there. It’s a hurricane. Going to make landfall in a few hours.”

“What…Ro…what does this have to do with anything? I wish you were here. I wish Daryl was here…”

“Listen, please,” he begged. “Hurricanes in November? With no warning? That’s a big deal! It’s going to do some damage for sure. But you need to be strong. You’re very important right now.”

“I’m not…I’m just a person. A person with a fucked up libido, but just a person."

Ro ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “It’s time to consider that you might have two mates.”

You’d been in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes, making Rick worry you’d somehow hurt yourself in there. He pounded on the door when the second alert sounded from the living room.

“Y’alright in there? We gotta get to your place and pack a few things. Storm’s coming. Need to head to a shelter.”

Instantly, the door swung open, and there you were, phone clutched in your hand. Your eyes were puffy and red-rimmed.

God, how he wanted to hug you, pull you to his chest and take care of whatever had upset you. One of his hands flinched. He shoved it into his pocket.

“I know. A hurricane. Merle said Daryl would be okay. There’s a cabin with a root cellar, but I think Daryl’s scared. I don’t know if he’s just worried about me. I’ve never…never been anywhere near a hurricane before.”

Your voice was shaky, and Rick put his hands on your shoulders. His thumbs just barely touched the skin beyond your t-shirt. “Here’s what you do, Omega. You show him you’re fine. You let him know you’re safe. Then see how he feels.”

You nodded and closed your eyes. A couple of tears escaped, and Rick turned away from you, to protect you from himself.

A moment later you said. “He’s okay.”

Rick nodded, walking from the bathroom and toward the door out of the apartment.

“Rick, I--”

Your voice was small again, timid. He turned and cocked his head, wishing so much that he had a bond with you, like Daryl did. So that he could know right away what was wrong and how to fix it.

“Bunny.”

The word fell from his lips, a shock to himself.

You furrowed your brow.

“Something Daryl said once. When you’re scared, you look like a bunny in a bear trap.”

“Oh.” You looked down at the floor.

“It’s not too feminine, is it?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think bunny is gender specific. But Rick, I--I don’t know what to do. I want--I need Daryl. Without him…”

Rick made it across the room in two long strides. Your scent was all over his apartment, lavender and pine, almost like Daryl was here, too. And Rick did something he told himself he’d never do.

He reached for you. His hands took you by the hips and pulled you to him. His arms went around your soft, round body. His nose buried itself in your hair. On the job, he sometimes held an omega who was having a meltdown. It was one of his duties. For him, it had never been sexual or romantic, just a simple human connection.

Holding you should have been like that.

It wasn’t.

“You need to be strong,” he told you. “You’re not alone, are you? And I’ll take care of you until Daryl gets back or the storm passes, whichever’s first.”

“What if…what if it upsets Daryl when he realizes I went to you for help?”

Rick took a deep breath and let you go. The ghost of your shape had embedded itself in his mind, his body.

He looked into your eyes. “If you were mine, and Daryl was here instead of me? I’d want him to do everything he could to keep you safe. He’s your mate, Bunny, and nothing can come between you two. Not even me.”

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clanofjones · 9 months

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Ghosts of Our Days - Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Eleven: Two's a Company, Three is a Crime

TW: Homophobic language and semi-graphic descriptions of murder.

A/N: Co-written with @theosb0rnway :)

Casey Jones never took the day off, that was a fact set deep in stone. If evil never slept, then neither did she, but this was different.

He needed a day to process the idea that his boyfriend was not just a corpse in an icy coffin, but a being, a SPIRIT, that only Casey could see. He slept mostly, residing on top of the ice box while Raph watched her from afar, hesitant to make a move and not wanting to scare or piss off his lover. He didn't want to be double dead.

The next day was far more productive, and Casey seemed to be in a much better mood after his almost day-long rest. The duo sat at the little coffee table in the middle of the room, Casey writing down ideas for his next moves against Shredder while Raph played with his ghostly sais.

Who knew that whatever you had on your person also went with you to the next life? Raph didn't know much, or used to care much, about death, thinking he was some invincible force that even when battling Oroku Saki as Super Shredder could not be defeated, but now, here he was, thoroughly defeated.

He was dead, and he was spiritually attached to the prettiest lunatic on planet Earth whose only current goal was to kill Super Shredder, not something normal like taking a shower or eating a meal that wasn't packaged. It was an issue, sure, but then again, to Hamato Raphael, Casey Jones was the definition of putting the 'hot' in psychotic.

Said hot lunatic was actually being productive, scribbling some ideas down that Raphael surprisingly approved of.

Ways to get that bastard's attention:

Don't? Nah, that's no fun

Bomb the old mansion

Karai?

Take down Tiger Face

Fish Face

Wolf Dude

Beat the shit outta Hun!

There was a giant scribbled star by the last one, making it officially Casey's favorite choice, despite it loosely having to deal with Shredder. Off to the side, there were little drawings of Casey using various weapons to kill Shredder and his Foot goons, which Raphael tried to ignore as best he could. Then something else popped into the scheming vigilante's mind, a way to get not only Shredder's attention, but the entire city's. A way to make himself truly known. It was a... different idea, but Casey knew she had to throw it out there. For all he knew, Raph might actually like it.

"Hey, Raphie?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"...What 'bout goin' after a cop?"

"A cop?" Raph didn't seem angry, which was a good sign.

"Yeah! Get us actual attention from all the cameras and reporters and shit cause killin' the Foot ain't doin' nothin'."

"Wait, you wanna... kill a cop?" Casey looked at Raph like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was.

"Duh! Hurting one won't do anything!"

"Casey, I agree that it'll get us the attention we need, but if we do that, it's gonna get us attention from EVERYWHERE. We're gonna have to be way more careful about what we do and how we're see- how you're seen."

"So you're... not mad?" Is that really what Casey was focused on right now?

"'Course I'm not mad, Case! Cops are assholes-"

"Damn right!"

"But we also gotta focus on keeping you safe. I know you can pull off the job, but the hardest part is making sure whatever they send after you doesn't find you."

"I can handle it, Raphie. I hate you always rainin' on my parade, sayin' I can't do things like you can. Not like this is my first time dealing with pigs."

"I'm not 'raining on your parade', babe, I'm just scared you can't do this by yourself."

"Casey Jones wo-"

"I know, I know! 'Casey Jones works better alone', but you can't work at all if you're caught, or worse, killed!" Casey sighed, but from behind her mask, he looked like he was in thought, chewing at her bottom lip.

"Alright, I'll listen to you, just this once. So whaddya think I should do after I off the guy? Or lady? Or... what's a word for not a dude or a girl?"

Raph did a facepalm. "It's just a cop, Case, Jesus Christ."

"Yeah, you're right. But what should I do after I off the pig?"

"Lay low. Before you do it, we should go out one last time for food and supplies, stuff that'll last us at least a month or so."

"A month? Hope they got those dumb little number puzzles at the store cause I'm gonna need 'em."

"Sudokus, and yeah. Ya know ya' got me too, babe."

"I know, but now that I can't pin ya down, I've gotta find other ways to keep busy."

Raph swore he could hear Casey smirk and blushed a little, not that he could tell.

"I'm gonna need paint too, and I might... I'm gonna try to stop by my place, get clothes, money stash, firepower, all that."

"Alright."

"Raph?"

"Yeah?"

"...C-Can I let her see me? She's good at keepin' secrets, she doesn't know 'bout what we do, there's no way they could tie me to her if we're careful-"

"Yeah. Tell her Mr. Turtle says he loves her, okay?" "Course, baby. I know she loves you too, a lot. Oh god, she has no idea that you-"

Raph put a hand on Casey's shoulder and grimaced at her natural flinch. "Sorry. Look, don't tell her, it'll break her little heart and nobody wants that."

"I wasn't going to, I'm not gonna hurt my baby sis like that, she's everything I've got left! A-and I left her all alone with Arnold... oh FUCK ME!" Casey slammed her fist down on the table and Raph could hear her crying underneath the mask.

"It'll be okay, Case, I promise."

"Will it though?"

"If we get it done right, yeah. It'll be fuckin awesome."

"You promise?"

"I promise, dumbass."

"Thanks, Raphie boy."

"No problem, Casey baby." Raph put his arms around Casey, and even though she couldn't exactly do the same, he still tried his best. Casey broke the "hug" standing up slowly and stretching herself out.

"Ugh! That fuckin table's so low, it's more of a pain in my back than Donnie!" Raph snorted, standing up through the table.

"So where to, master planner?

"First thing's first!" She smiled through the mask, "I need the rest my gear." It seems Raph had more experience breaking into Casey's house than she did, knowing how to climb onto the ledge and unlock the window so they could slip inside. Casey's room hadn't changed one bit, if you don't count the smell being fifty times worse. Given that it was 1 am, Arnold was fast asleep on the couch, and poor Angel was in the room right next to Casey's, no doubt breathing in that godawful smell and wondering when her brother would come back.

Casey opened the door to the living room, sneaking quietly past Arnold and into Angel's room. He closed the door behind her, softly speed walking over to her little sister's bed. "Angel?" He ran a gloved hand through her hair and watched as the young girl opened her eyes. She seemed scared, and Casey realized it was because of the mask. "It's me, Ange, it's me!" He flipped the mask up to show off his real face for the first time in months. No paint, no skulls, no nothing, just Casey Jones.

"CA'EY!" Angel whisper-screamed, getting up and jumping into her brother's arms for a hug.

"Shhh! Gotta be quiet, lil sis! Don't want Dad to hear me, kay?" The girl nodded, a huge grin still stuck on her face.

"I miss you, Ca'ey! Miss you lot!"

"Me too, Angel, me too." He started to cry, Angel's grin dropping as she heard her sister start to sob.

"Why you cryin', Ca'ey? Don' be sad!"

"I'm not sad, I'm happy! I'm cryin' cause I love you, kiddo. I'm so sorry I left you here, I didn't want to, I didn't mean to, you don't deserve this!"

They stayed like that for another few minutes, hugging while Casey cried, before Angel asked, "Where you go, big bro? Can I come too?"

Casey shook his head. "No way. Casey had to go somewhere far away to keep you safe, and I gotta go back again until I'm done with my job."

"Wha' job, Ca'ey?"

"Somebody hurt me really bad and so I'm gonna hurt them really bad too. Remember how I taught you that? If somebody hurts you-"

"You hurt ‘em too!"

"Exactly! That's exactly right, baby sis!"

Angel giggled, smiling up at her big sister. "When you gonna come back?"

"Soon, Angie, soon. I promise. I'll be back as soon as I can be and then I'll never leave again! I pinky swear!"

"You pinky swear?"

"Always." They locked pinkies and bumped foreheads, making Casey's promise something he could no longer break, not that she ever intended to break it.

"Ca'ey? Where's Mista Turtle?" Casey's breath hitched and he quickly looked behind him to see Raph standing there, silently staring at him and nodding.

"He's... he's back at my safe place, he's doin' alright. Want me to say hi to him for ya?"

"Yeah! Mista Turtle gonna come back too, Ca'ey?"

"Of course he is! We're both gonna come back as soon as we can!" He hated lying to Angel about that, but it was the best he could do for now. He couldn't bear to ever tell her the truth, it was too much.

"He told me to tell you that he loves you VERY much and that he misses your stupid tea parties."

"They're not stupid!"

"Hey, tell that to him, not me! I love 'em!"

"Yay! And I love YOU Ca'ey!"

"Me too, lil sis." He paused. "Hey, Angel? You gotta promise me something now, alright?"

"What is it, Ca'ey?" She bounced up and down on her bed with excitement.

"If you see me on the TV, or hear about me from the bad people in blue, you CAN NOT tell them anything about me, okay baby sis?"

Angel nodded seriously. "Ca'ey in trouble?"

"Big BIG trouble."

"Uh oh! I keep Ca'ey safe from evil people! I help you, big bro!"

Casey smiled, a fresh wave of tears dripping down his face. "Thank you SO much, Angel, I love you, okay baby?"

"I love you too Ca'ey! So SO SO SO MUCH!"

"You go back to sleep now, okay?"

"Okay... Are you gonna sleep too, Ca'ey?"

"In a little bit, yeah. I gotta do a few things first, but then I'm gonna go back and get some sleep with Mr. Turtle!"

"Yay! Casey look sleepy, Casey need sleep!"

"I will, Ange, I will. Can you go back to sleep okay or you need me here for a bit?"

"Can Ca'ey stay?"

"Of course. I'll always stay for you, Angel Jones." He sat down next to the bed as Angel tucked herself into the covers.

"Love you, Ca'ey..."

"Love you too, Angel." It took Angel about three minutes to fall asleep with Casey rubbing her back. The vigilante stood up, slipped his mask back on, and walked back into his own room, Raph following quickly behind her.

"Ya gonna get some sleep now, Case?"

"No. Gotta do a few more things."

"You heard Angel-"

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

He grabbed a giant plastic bag from the corner of the room and started cleaning everything out. All the rotting food was thrown out the window, the clothes and weapons stuffed into a bag, posters yanked off the walls and shoved in as well. By the time the bag was full, the room looked like it had barely been occupied.

"Let's go, Raphie. We got what we came for."

"Whatever you say, Case."

The duo made their separate jumps out the window and fled into the night. Now all they needed was just to get the rest of the supplies for the murder. Ah, Walmart.

The place where you can go at 2 am and nobody, nobody, notices you, no matter how out of the ordinary you look. At least, the security doesn't notice. If Casey got a few odd looks from some equally creepy old ladies, she sure didn't give a flying fuck about it.

As she picked out the biggest package of Sour Patch Kids he could find and put it in her basket, he noticed a little girl staring at him from behind her father's leg at the other end of the aisle.

He wondered why the hell a little girl was in Walmart at 2 am, but once again, it was none of his business. He smiled and gave her a little wave, watching her gasp and wave back.

"Casey, you don't need that."

"Bite me, Raphie." He muttered under her breath. He walked past the little girl and gave her a wink from under the mask, smiling as she heard her talking to her very disinterested father.

"Daddy! Daddy! The boy with the cool mask waved at me!"

"Uh huh. Whatever you say, sweetie."

Casey loved being herself. As she suspected, even with her blood covered clothes and dirtied skull mask, the dead eyed cashier didn't even seem to notice him. He'd just bought all the supplies for a molotov cocktail, homemade grenades, war paint, and some candy just for funsies and nobody cared!

Raph was right, stocking up on things before his next hit was totally paying off! Raph had been muttering to himself the whole time, Casey tuning him out as best she could. His negative attitude was totally burning a hole in his bad girl persona!

He forked over some of the money she stole from the Foot goons to the cashier, who gave him a dead-eyed stare and accepted the bills. Casey doubted she would have spared a second glance if Raph, in all his ghostiness, had been visible to others, not only a mutant turtle, but also a semi-transparent ghost. Then again, the lady did work in customer service at Walmart in New York, she figured not much would surprise this lady.

“Have a nice day– NIGHT! I meant night,” the cashier said, automatically course-correcting, eyes widening briefly as she blinked from the daze that must come with working such a long shift.

“You too,” Casey said as she accepted some bags and exited. A soft ‘whoosh’ of air hit his face as she stepped out of the sliding glass doors with as much vindication as one could when one stepped over a door threshold. Idly, he realized he should probably get her hands on a car. Or at least figure out some mode of transportation other than his own gear.

Shifting the bags into one hand as she walked into an alley, with Raph bobbing around her head, Casey fired his grappling hook.

It caught in a more stable part of the ladder, in contrast to the part of the ladder close to the ground, which was mangled and bent all out of shape.

Casey kept to the edge, so that he ascended in a vertical climb to her stomping grounds. She had to fire her grappling hook twice, the second time impaling deep the ceiling of the small room he and Raph resided in, only ascending again after three light tugs confirmed that the brick wasn’t about to cave, and send Casey to an early grave.

Any time before Oroku Saki’s grave was far too soon, she decided, spreading his newly bought wares on the floor. Investing in an actual table (or at least not a floor that was both freezing and almost definitely infested with any number of roaches and other bugs to make Raph die twice) wouldn’t be a bad idea either.

She dumped the bags down on the ground, grabbing the bag he'd taken from his home and setting it down next to the first one and sitting down on the ground next to the coffee table.

"C’mon Raphie! Don't be a stranger!" The turtle was hanging out towards the window, away from the short excuse for a table, slightly pissed that Casey had lied to Angel's face about getting a good night sleep.

He begrudgingly walked over, not wanting to deny his lover, almost there when his foot fell through the floor. He thought he'd fixed this already! The angry terrapin could hear Casey's cackle as he pulled his foot from the floor, a growl leaving his throat.

"Oh shut up." Casey stopped laughing for once, her face morphing into one of concern.

"You okay, Raph?" Uh oh. Not Raphie, just Raph. That meant he was serious, and serious Casey Jones could sometimes be a scarier creature than the angry, insane, or even pissed sides of Casey Jones.

"I'm fine, Case."

"Raph. I know you're lyin', knucklehead. What's going on?"

"Why'd you lie to Angel about sleeping?"

"I didn't!"

"Yeah, ya' clearly did!"

"No way, man! As soon as I kill a cop, I'm coming back here and we can sleep on the ice box together! The two of us! It's really comfy once ya get adjusted to it!" Raph shook his head.

At least Casey was serious about going to bed, that was a start. She still had a long way to go in terms of mental health, and if he was finally trying to get better, Raph wasn’t about to say no, even if it was sleeping on that godforsaken freezer box that his own fucking corpse was being kept in.

"Alright. I'll sleep on the fuckin’ death box." Casey glared.

"Don't call it that, asshole!"

"Hey, my body box, my choice." Casey looked confused for a moment before shrugging.

"I don't think the saying goes like that, but whatever, dude." Her face softened. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Raphie. I didn't mean it, I promise."

"It's alright, Casey, I get it. You like it cause it's me in there, and you have your own way of coping. I should respect that. I DO respect it."

"Thanks. That um... means a lot, babe." Raph could see a hint of an actual, genuinely sweet Casey Jones smile, taking the moment to sit down next to him, cup her cheeks, and kiss him softly what would be her lips under the mask. Casey gasped before pressing her lips to the inside of the mask.

God, did he miss kissing Raph the normal way, pinning him against a wall, making out slowly until both of them were left breathless. She was pulled out of her thoughts as Raph broke the kiss, setting a pair of pants haphazardly on her lap. "Here." He pulled out a Sharpie too, and the older boy was impressed at how well he could hold it.

"Woah! You weren't kidding when you said you could hold shit, babe! Holy macaroni, you're good!"

They shared a laugh, Casey getting to work on redecorating the old pair of ratty gray jeans. Recreating his clothing took about an hour and a half, two Sharpies, a pair of scissors, half a braincell shared between them both, and an old burner phone playing Casey's "Battle Songs for Fucking Up Bitches" playlist.

Putting on the newly acquired corpse paint took them another hour, Casey insisting on putting the white paint on herself first before Raph saw his face. By the end of it, his entire face, ears, neck, and forearms were covered in elaborate designs Raph took his sweet time making and touching up. Casey put on the first pair of redesigned jeans, slipping on a black long sleeved shirt before adding his Insane Clown Posse "Hatchetman" shirt on top of that.

Her gear followed, then Raph with the bandana, and finally, the turtle lowered the skull mask over his love's face, finally readying her for the best part of the night.

"You look beautiful, Casey Jones."

"Thanks, Raphael Tomato."

"Hamato."

"Tomato, Hamato!" They let out a giggle before Casey started towards the door, taking the regular way out the building for once. It was time to go out and take down one of the worst threats to society.

It wasn't hard for her to find a cop car just sitting around on some random street far enough away from the hideout that he wouldn't be chased back. Casey smirked to himself seeing the guy eating a donut through the side window. She pulled out his spray can, shaking it, letting the black paint attach itself to the wall, starting her latest masterpiece. That ugly bastard in his car didn't like that at ALL.

He made the show of flashing his lights before hurriedly getting out of his car, cuffs in hand.

"Hey kid! Drop the can and put your hands in the air! You're under arrest for vandalizing private property!"

Casey continued to spray the paint, humming some random tune as he went.

"Hey! Kid! Can you hear me? Kid!"

"Oh, I heard you alright. I just don't listen to people as low in this world as you." He laughed. "I don't listen to assholes as evil as you."

"Kid, the only one doing evil is you." He walked over to Casey and grabbed him by his freshly painted arm, causing Casey to flinch and whip around, hitting the cop dead in the face with the spray can.

"Fuck off, grease-hands! My boyfriend just worked for two hours on that shit and I ain't lettin' a no good pig ruin all his hard work!"

The cop stumbled back, blood falling from his nose and mouth. "Alright, ya little faggot," he pulled out the gun from his holster. "No more Mr. Nice Guy."

Casey ducked as the shots fired, pulling out her own gun and shooting the cop in the leg. Unlike him, she never missed his targets. The cop screamed, falling to the ground as Casey pulled out his hockey stick.

"Aw! Looks like Mr. Not So Nice Guy couldn't even beat up a fag like me! So sad!"

The hockey stick swung down once, twice, five times, ten, until the pig was officially down on the ground. Then Casey pulled out a knife, relishing the look of horror on the cop's face as she stepped on top of him, kneeling on his chest and taking off her mask.

"I'm not even gonna lie, this is gonna fuckin hurt! Well, this is what you get for trying to arrest a lady just for makin' his art!" The cop looked mildly confused, but that was replaced by a wave of horror as the knife pressed against his skin.

Casey gave him a false sense of security for two seconds before lifting it up and slashing his throat with one solid motion.

"Go to hell, fag-" The cop choked out, his eyes wide as Casey watched the life slowly leave him.

"How's it feel be killed by a fag? Cause it sounds pretty good to me!" As his head finally met the street, Casey could hear cheering from above him, seeing Raph on the rooftop and waving.

"Look, Raphie! I did it!" He sounded like a kindergartener showing off their latest art project to their mom.

"I know! I'm so proud of you, babe! Now hurry up with that paint, will ya?"

Casey didn't waste another second, spreading the dead man's blood all over his gloved fingers and using it as a paint of its own. She alternated between spray can and blood, finishing up in a few minutes before going back to the cop and wiping the smeared corpse paint off his right hand. Raph smiled from above, so glad Casey remembered his rule about leaving no trace.

Before she left, Casey went over to the car, opening it with his not bloody hand, and grabbed the half eaten donut from on top of the middle console. She climbed up the ladder to where Raph was waiting, gazing down upon her finished masterpiece.

"It's perfect!"

"Is that really one you're going with?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Alright, I just didn't know you were gonna do it."

"But you like it?"

“Of course I like it, Case, I love it! Let's get outta here." They spend the whole way home singing and laughing, Casey reminding himself to wash the blood off her glove so that no one could trace that lowlife's murder back to him. Oh, it really was a good night after all.

Turtles POV

The news was the only thing played on the TV anymore, much to Mikey's dismay, but Donnie controlled the living room now, so the TV was technically in his domain.

The team was all piled up on the benches, sitting down to watch the 10 o'clock news like it was the newest superhero movie, popcorn, pizza, and all.

"This is Channel 5 news, I'm Theresa Merdir. Breaking news, cop murdered on 5th and Walnut, killer leaves behind a disturbing message to all. Warning, this story contains images of gore and violence. Viewer discretion is advised."

The group all looked at each other with worried expressions, save for Mikey who was focused solely on the TV. He gasped as the images were shown, many of the dead cop's wounds, but then they flipped to another chilling sight. Written on the cop's face in his own blood was: ‘Look up’, and the camera did exactly that, showing Casey's boldest artwork yet. April let out a gasp of her own. "Oh my god, Donnie, is that-''

Donnie looked equally horrified, he could only nod and whisper "It is."

In a combination of cop's blood and spray paint was Casey's signature hockey mask next to tall, bold graffiti letters that read one single bone chilling word: "Skullshot."

#ghosts of our days #GoOD #tmnt 2012 #2012 raph #2012 casey jones #2012 rasey #2012 donnie #2012 april #2012 mikey #2012 apritello #fanfiction

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 9 months

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its 2 am, its me, its a new truckdump of songs for just about everybody

Lucio

got a little weekend project planned, gonna kill my parents and deal a worm for unthinkable power and then it all goes downhill from there shwoopsie

Muriel flexing his deal after he got it xdd sidenote do you think asra was immune or did they have a brief period there where muriel totally accepted his only real friend forgot him because he wished for it but at some point asra was chillin in the shop huffing some myhr and went "nice. anyway wow i wonder how my best friend muriel is doing these days"

nah they probly arranged the myhrr thing together ig god how tf do you spell merr fuKIN MYRHMHGR MYRRH also why the hell does morga get to remember him too like what does she care how does this freaking thing work. what cuz she saw him once when he was 3? whats up with that cause i was like hm ok maybe cause she knew him before the deal but then i realised yoU DUMBASS EVERYONE KNEW HIM BEFORE THE DEAL N THEY FORGOT THATS THE POINT so idk whats the metric by which the forgetability is assigned or whatwver those two got some weird thing goin on that i never received an explanation for. it might just be me being a dumbass again tho hkchvndt

this one kinda gave me a asra+ilya vibe specifically their lil colloseum performance i say jolly good show. god that ginger bastard would love ol' chicago.

ok this one is barely anything but going strictly off of the absolute girlboss vibes its putting out its giving me nadia. "is your mother worried. would you like us to assign someone to worry your mother" goes hard

i think i had more but i forgor anyway the actual point of this message is i hope youre doing okay and not regretting putting yourself on a schedule too much dgjyhkvd youre a cool dude n you can do whatever you want forever i hope everything is going exactly your way and if its not then thats absolutely fucking ridiculous but i know youll nail it

@tetsuooooooooooo those are all such good suggestions! I've put them on the playlist and now I'm putting them on the tag ^.^

And may I say that you've just opened a whole new can of worms in my head about Muriel's curse and the myrrh thing?! I mean, let's say there wasn't space or time for Muriel to plan things out with Asra ahead of time, what if Muriel spend several weeks wondering if he wanted Asra to remember him? Finding relief in a place his trauma couldn't reach him for the first time in years, and having to decide between having a completely fresh start without his oldest friend, and keeping this oldest friend around, even if that means keeping the memories of his past life around too -

Or what if he had to figure out the myrrh issue himself, and there was a time when he wanted Asra to remember him but needed to figure out how? Did he do that with Asra's help, showing up at the shop door like "you don't recognize me right now, but I'm your oldest friend and I need your help to figure out how to let select people remember me. Oh and as proof that I'm not lying, here's a list of all your most embarrassing moments since you were seven that I was there for."

Well there goes the next few hours of my day XD

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #muriel the arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #the arcana game #arcana brainrot playlist

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Kinktober 2023 - October 31st

Day 31: Free For All (Public Sex)

Frankie Morales x 3 Male OCs

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1846

Warnings: public sex, dubious consent, drug use, spit roasting, face fucking, group sex, oral sex, anal sex

@absurdthirst Kinktober List | Ghost of a Boy Masterlist

It was a freezing cold night and Frankie couldn’t help but shiver, pulling his jacket tighter round him, as he scanned the parking lot. This had been more fun during the summer when nights were still warm. Granted, the lighter evenings had meant that he’d had to choose his spots a little more cautiously and be careful about being spotted, but that hadn’t stopped him from stripping down completely on more than a couple of occasions. But now, in the cool winter air, just the thought of exposing his ass made him shudder.

A pair of headlights caught Frankie’s attention over to his right as a car pulled up close to his truck. As the engine shut off, Frankie looked through the window to see his sometimes dealer, sometimes pimp, Gavin. As the younger man climbed out of his beat up car, he greeted Frankie with a grin.

“You’re early man.” Reaching into his jacket pocket, Gavin pulled out a baggy filled with small white pills and handed it to Frankie. “Here, take one. The guys’ll be here soon.”

Nodding, Frankie popped one of the pills in his mouth before throwing the baggy into the glovebox of his truck. Glancing around the deserted parking lot, Frankie hoped that whatever he had just taken kicked in before the men Gavin had invited arrived. With any luck, being high would take the chill off.

It didn’t take too long before another two cars pulled up and a group of five men approached Frankie and Gavin. Frankie’s head swam as the drugs began to take hold, while Gavin exchanged pleasantries with the men, before one of the group came over to Frankie. With nothing more than a nod of his head, the man, a heavy set guy with a thick beard and trucker hat, pulled out his cock and waved it at Frankie.

Frankie knew what was expected of him, squatting down in front of the trucker guy and taking the soft dick in his hand. After giving it a couple of pumps, Frankie opened wide and began to suck the hardening cock. The trucker tasted of sweat, and Frankie bobbed up and down with his hand working in time with his mouth, aware of the rest of the men now watching. Above him, the man sighed and moaned softly, his hand weaving into Frankie’s hair as Frankie hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard on the fat tip of his cock.

The other men muttered and laughed while Frankie continued to work the cock in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the tip one moment, then flattening it to take the man to the back of his throat the next. The trucker was bucking into his mouth now, and just as Frankie thought the trucker might come in his mouth, the man pulled out with a gasp.

“Fuck.” The trucker stumbled back a couple of steps, looking over at Gavin. “You weren’t kiddin’ about him, were you, kid? Who’s goin’ next?”

“Me.” A younger ginger guy stepped forward, dick already out and hard, pushing it roughly into Frankie’s mouth.

“Hey, when can we fuck ‘im?” A man with an English accent behind Frankie asked Gavin, who just laughed.

“Whenever you want, dude.”

A ripple of laughter went through the gathered men as the ginger guy fucked Frankie’s face. It was hard and rough, with the head of his dick hitting the back of Frankie’s throat, pulling wet gagging sounds from him. Frankie’s own cock was waking up now, straining against his zipper while he deep throated the ginger haired man. The guy eventually pulled out, giving Frankie the opportunity to wipe his streaming eyes and get a better look at the situation.

Crouching between his truck and Gavin’s car, Frankie was surrounded by five strangers with their cocks out. Two were happily leaning against his truck stroking themselves, seemingly content to watch while occasionally glancing round to check for passersby. Over on the other side, the trucker had pulled his balls out now and was sloppily making out with Gavin while they pumped each other’s erections.

Climbing to his feet, Frankie checked behind him to see the tall British guy grinning, his thick cock out and ready. He gave Frankie a wink as he reached into his pocket to pull out some lube and a condom. While the Brit busied himself getting ready, Frankie felt the ginger man pulling at his fly. The younger man had pulled his t-shirt up, hooking it up over his neck to reveal his chest, and Frankie followed suit as the other man pulled Frankie’s jeans open and down to his knees.

The cool air hit his ass and dick as Frankie was exposed for the waiting crowd. Given the temperature, he should have been shivering and wilting, but with the drugs coursing through his system, his body felt hot. Arousal prickled over his skin, and he fought against the dizzy feeling while the man behind him probed his ass with a finger.

“Open your legs and lean forward a little bit, mate.” The Brit instructed, and Frankie did as he was told, thankful for the hands on his hips holding him steady in his inebriated state.

Frankie could feel a couple of slick fingers pumping into him a few of times before they were removed. The other men were watching carefully, and a couple of them, including the ginger guy, moved to get a better look at Frankie’s ass. The Brit chuckled, holding Frankie’s cheeks open for the others to look, before easing himself into Frankie, sinking into his ass slowly.

Frankie couldn’t stop himself from letting out a wanton moan as the Brit buried himself to the hilt in Frankie’s ass. Pushing Frankie over a little more, the Brit started to move. Deliberately at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, splitting Frankie open with his thick cock. For a few moments, the air was filled with the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin as the Brit rocked into Frankie.

To his left, the younger ginger guy took hold of Frankie’s hand, placing on his cock, gasping as Frankie began to clumsily stroke his length. To his right, the two guys who were there to watch were stroking each other, with one reaching forward to tweak Frankie’s nipple with a laugh.

As the Brit picked up his pace, beginning to slam into Frankie more frantically, the trucker stepped forward once more, holding his cock up for Frankie. As he opened his mouth to let out another loud groan, the trucker indelicately thrust past his lips, his balls swinging against Frankie’s chin. Frankie continued to moan around the cock, the sound muffled by the flesh in his mouth while the Brit carried on pounding into him.

Time felt weird and Frankie was having trouble focusing on the details. His body thrummed with arousal as his cock bounced between his bare legs. Each thrust of the Brit threaten to topple him over and were it not for the trucker holding his shoulders, Frankie probably would have fallen. His thighs trembled and his cock ached as the men kept spit roasting him in the parking lot.

Someone was still playing with his nipples and after a while (or perhaps a few seconds, he wasn’t sure anymore) something hot and wet spilled over his left hand before the cock there withdrew. With both his hands free, Frankie reached forward, grabbing hold of the trucker’s hip with one and the base of his drool covered cock with the other.

“Hold up.” The Brit spoke in a hurried, hushed tone as he stilled in Frankie’s ass. The trucker briefly pulled out, and Frankie glanced up to see Gavin and the ginger guy looking over at something in the distance. One of the guys who had been watching had also apparently come and already had his cock tucked away. The ginger younger man was quickly adjusting his clothes to cover up, while Gavin was covering his erection with a hand as he stared.

Frankie didn’t know what they could see, but he could guess. Someone was close by, someone who might catch them.

Confirming his suspicions, the Brit withdrew and helped Frankie down onto his knees between the two vehicles. Hidden between his truck and Gavin’s beat up piece of shit, Frankie shifted onto all fours, the cold asphalt sending a chill through his trembling body. His cock felt hot between his legs, throbbing and begging to be touched, but Frankie could barely think straight enough to process what was happening. Everything felt great, perfect, wonderfully numb.

Kneeling in front of him, the trucker started to fuck his mouth again, almost at the same time as the Brit reentered his ass and began frantically jackhammering into him. Time warped again, and all Frankie knew was the salty taste in his mouth as his lips stretched round the girthy dick buried in his throat, silencing his moans and causing drool to run down his chin. Behind him, his ass was stuffed with thick, hot cock, with each snap of the Brit’s hips sending jolts through his whole body.

Hot, bitter release flooded his mouth quickly and without warning, making Frankie gag and choke as the cock retreated. As Frankie coughed up come, the trucker pumped his cock in front of his face, painting Frankie’s face with his seed before standing back up. Salty, thick come ran down his cheeks and chin while Frankie panted in the parking lot. He could hear some of the men talking now, chatting happily as their friend fucked him on the floor.

The Brit’s movements were becoming more erratic now, the pace faltering, and Frankie could hear the man muttering behind him. The Brit’s fingers dug into his hips as he drove into Frankie hungrily. Then, with a hoarse cry, his grip on Frankie tighten as his body shuddered before he gently pulled out of Frankie’s gaping ass.

The talking and laughing got louder as Frankie let out heavy puffs of breath, still kneeling on the ground. His cock was painful now, still untouched, with a steady stream of precum forming a pool beneath him. He wanted to come, but he couldn’t get his arms to respond as his head filled with burning fog.

“Stay there baby.”

Frankie forced his head up to see Gavin leaning over him, a huge grin on his face and a fist full of dollars in his hand. The younger man ruffled his hair as the men laughed and joked in voices just low enough that Frankie couldn’t pick out words.

“I’m gonna finish up with these guys.” Gavin whispered into Frankie’s ear. “Then I’m gonna fill your ass, ok?”

Frankie nodded mutely, closing his tired eyes as Gavin left to talk to the men. He couldn’t move right now, even if he wanted to. Did he want to? No, this was fine. Gavin always took care of him, and Frankie was content to wait for him to return. At least then he’d get to come.

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Another ‘missing scene’ set before my main series, Rock Bottom.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my first Kinktober and if you like my stuff please reblog and share them for more smutty Frankie angst.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #frankie morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #frankie 'catfish' morales

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chyberriesss · 1 year

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Alone together

Bill Denbrough x reader

“You guys go ahead” i say, “y-y-our not c-coming?” Bill asked. “Boo!!! Come with us don't be such a killjoy man” Richie said with an annoyed tone. “Shut up, i really have to go, besides i don't have a bike i dont wanna walk all the way there” i say as i finish dressing up. “I’ll come with you” bev said, gesturing me to hop on her bike. “No! No, go with them dont be a killjoy ``I say as I walk away. “HEY THAT'S MY LINE '' I hear Richie scream, making me chuckle.

As I passed by that sewer drain again, chills went up my spine, I felt watched again.

I start walking fast, something was following me, it was following me. I wanted to look back, it was like it was gone, i didn't hear footsteps anymore, so i did. “Phew” I say looking back, nothing was there,guess it was just in my head. “Boo” SHIT! As I turned back to continue walking it was there! In Front of me, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. “where ya goin [name]?” the stupid red haired clown chuckled, like some creepy perv, it smiled so wide showing its sharp teeth covered in blood, I ran as fast as i could but it was faster. I reached a dead end in the middle of two creepy houses and as I looked back, it got closer and closer and…..

It was gone? What the hell just happened….?

I took a few deep breathes trying to calm myself down. Whatever that was, it was hungry,ready to eat anyone or anything….

I start walking back home with a different root, no way in hell am i going back to where i was.

I reach Bill’s house as i walked home, i look at his garage, remember what happened the other day. As i got closer i heard screaming, Bev’s screaming!

I quickly rushed to the garage door trying to open it, all i could think of was bev being attacked by it like what happened to me.

“BEV!” i rushed to her side hugging her making sure she was ok “what the hell happened?” i asked them as they stood there in horror, eddie looked pale as he used his inhaler.

Bev slowly stood up hugging me “thank you” she whispered, she then went up to bill for comfort, hugging him as well, for a split second i stared at ben, watching the two with eyes full of sorrow.

“Thanks for saving the day sweetcakes” Richie said, not letting go of Eddie.

“It saw us” eddie said while catching his breathe “it it saw us and it knows where we are!!!”

“It always does…. S-s-s-oso- lets go” bill said, walking to where their bikes were “go? “Go where?!” ben asked “yeah hello?! Where??” i asked frantically “neibolt, t-t-t-thats w-wh-where georgie is” Bill answered. “After that?!” stan said “yeah its summer, we should be outside-” “if you say summer one more fucking t-time…” “are you insane?” i stare at him “you really think you could kill some demonic clown shapeshifter shit without anything?!” he stared at us for a second then went on to grab his bike. “BIL! HEY! WAIT” “bill!” bev screamed as we follow him.

“So nobody’s going to explain at all?” i say as i sit behind stan on his bike. “Alot of stuff happened” stn saying chuckling “really now? Like what then” “bill and bev happened am i right ehe ehe” richie stated teasing bev ‘thats it?” “ what do you mean thats it huh?” bev asked “its not surprising that you and him well…are dating you know” “were not dating jesus” bev rolled her eyes “whatever man.. So stan, tell me everything!”

As we (they not me) rode our bikes stan told me about how they got into a rock fight with bower’s gang and won?! Then they met the cool dude mike, Now thats shocking. Then he said that Bev’s drain had a period, blood splattered in the bathroom but only they could see it creepy. Then they all talked at the park about how all of them experienced weird shit and that it could be connected to the creepy clown. I kinda wish that only the rock fight happened.

“Bill! Bill you cant go in there” bev says “this is crazy i tell you!” i added

“I cant…i go home and all i see is how georgie isnt there….his clothes, his toys, his stupid stuff animal but, what happens if another georgie goes missing? Or another betty or one of us?!”

We all just stared at him, i felt bad, really bad, he was infact right but still im a wuss im not going in there man! “Are you just gonna pretend like nothing happened like everyone else in this town?” bill added, guilt and pain filled his eyes.”so..walking into this house, is easier than walking in my own”

“Well damn..” out of every god damn house why this creepy forgotten one?! “Are we really sure about this..?” i whisper to bev “dont worry, i’ll be by your side no matter what” she smiled calming me down a bit. As bill opens the door my body felt like something was watching me again, god damn clown im going to fucking kill you one day.”wait..! We should have a look out” Stan says. “W-wh-who wants to stay h-here?” Bill asks.all of us raised our hands except bev.

Its decided that me bill richie and eddie go in,

“God damn stick”

thats it guys! im finally back sorry for the log wait i was super busy with school i completely forgot to post chapters>:( bu! since i took suh a long break i'll try to post two or three chapters a week!

#it 2017 #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough #stephen king it #folklore #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #stanley uris #pennywise

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antilocaprine · 2 years

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20 Frenrey perhabs 👀

(Kiss Prompt List)

20: …on a scar.

“What’re you poking at back there?” Gordon mumbled into the armrest.

Benrey’s fingers stilled, then pulled away. “Oh. Uh. Nothing.”

“No, wait.” Gordon sat more upright and reached out, catching Benrey’s hand as he tried to scoot away across the couch. “I didn’t mean stop.”

“Oh.” Benrey’s eyes flicked to the side, then he sighed. “It’s, um. There’s…marks.”

Gordon’s brow furrowed. “Marks?”

“Yeah, like…” Benrey waved his hand. “Marks. From. Y’know.”

“No, I don’t know.” Gordon tried to look over his own shoulder at his back. “Did I lay in something? Were you eating raw hamburger on the couch again?”

“Bwuh - wh - I would never,” Benrey huffed indignantly.

“Benrey. I caught you last week. I have video.”

“S’fake…photoshopped. CGI is so…such good technology these days, it’s amazing.”

Gordon giggled into the cushions, then looked back up. “Fine, whatever, that’s not important. What are the fucking marks from?”

Benrey tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling. His throat moved as he swallowed. “Bullets, mostly. An’ some knives. Grenade, couple times. And, uh…couple’a aliens, I guess.”

Gordon scrubbed self-consciously at the tank top he was wearing. He knew he had some scars on display, but it was hot as hell in his New Mexico apartment and he’d been enjoying dozing off on the couch. It was too hot to do anything else but veg out and watch TV.

“Should I change? Do I - does it bother you?”

Benrey rolled his head on the back of the couch and frowned at Gordon. “No, s’not that. It’s…they’re from after.”

“After what?”

Wordlessly, Benrey reached out and tapped two fingers to the middle of Gordon’s right forearm. That was one of the few parts of him that was unblemished - whatever the fuck Tommy’s dad had done to put his hand back, he’d fixed it near-perfectly. There was no scar, no seam, no discoloration - just a dull ache on cold mornings, sometimes, and occasionally the phantom feeling that his fingernails were going to come flying off if he squeezed his fist too tightly. Muscle memory, he supposed.

“Did we run into that much after that?” Gordon wondered.

“Uh, yeah? You almost - there was a lot more.”

Gordon shrugged. “Can’t say I remember all that. As I recall, I was pretty out of it for a while there.”

Benrey looked back at the ceiling. “I remember,” he said quietly.

“Wait.” Gordon shuffled to fold a leg up, sitting sideways so he could face Benrey head-on. “Are you, like - are you messed up over this?”

Benrey didn’t reply.

“Dude, you don’t have to worry about it. I’m fine, and the suit took care of most everything back then. No permanent damage, see?” He wiggled his right hand.

Benrey’s gaze flicked over, then back to the ceiling. Gordon resisted the urge to look up, too.

“Okay,” Gordon said after another few moments of nothing but the infomercial playing on TV in the background. “Is this a big deal?”

“No,” Benrey said mulishly.

“Do you need me to leave?”

“What? No.” Benrey reached out and wrapped his hand around Gordon’s arm - the left one, the one closer to him.

“Okay,” Gordon smiled. “Do you want…should we talk about it?”

“You don’t even know what ‘it’ is,” Benrey muttered.

“Nope,” Gordon replied, his tone chipper. “Not a clue.”

Benrey pursed his lips, then his chest rose in a deep breath. When he exhaled, a beam of sweet voice bubbles flew out, ranging from a dark, deep-water green to a thin, thready blue that almost matched the current color of the hot summer sky.

Gordon watched the lights appreciatively, but it was like attending an opera in Russian. He had no idea what the colors meant.

“I got nothing, man. You gotta use your words. Or explain the colors.”

“Explaining is using words.”

Gordon chuckled. “Okay, then I guess using words is your only option.” He reached over and knocked his knuckles gently on Benrey’s temple. “What’s goin’ on up there, buddy?”

Benrey released Gordon’s arm to bat good-naturedly at his hand, then grabbed him again as if afraid Gordon was going to get up and walk away right then without the restraint. He made a few more faces and breathed out another beam of sweet voice, this one lower in tone with darker greens and blues, both shades nearing black. Gordon tried to be patient, side-eyeing the TV to see what the current infomercial was advertising. Some tool that had something to do with juicing lemons, apparently, and could also peel oranges. The presenter was very excited about it.

“I didn’t know,” Benrey started slowly, and Gordon’s gaze cut back to his profile. “I, uh…didn’t know about how…humans don’t grow things back.”

Gordon frowned slightly. “We’ve been over this, man. We straight-up killed you - we didn’t know you’d come back from that. If anyone’s wronged here, it’s you.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Benrey flapped his free hand, waving away mortality like a wayward mosquito. “But I mean…I didn’t know what else wouldn’t work right. So I was, uh. I paid more attention. And there are still marks. Uh…I guess that’s all.”

Gordon sat for a moment, his tucked-up leg going numb as he worked his way through Benrey’s roundabout manner of explaining himself. He liked to think he was getting better at it - reading between the lines, making bridges from one thought to another.

“Are you saying you’re upset because you didn’t know what else would be irreversible? Well,” he amended, “not without Tommy’s dad’s help?”

Benrey nodded, then shook his head.

“Is that part of it?”

“Part, yeah.”

“Is there…more to it?”

Benrey nodded, looking frustrated. “I paid more attention. I…watched more. But.”

“Oh,” Gordon said. “Benrey, buddy, you - we were in a warzone. You couldn’t stop me from getting hurt.”

Benrey shrugged, his brows drawn low. “Should have,” he said.

“Okay, no, don’t be dumb.”

“You’re dumb.”

“Your face is dumb,” Gordon retorted automatically.

“Your face is…pretty…uhh…”

“My face is pretty?” Gordon snorted. “Thanks, man.”

“Wh- no! Pretty gross, I meant,” Benrey mumbled, pink and green sweet voice leaking out the corner of his mouth. He swiped it away, and Gordon threw his head back and laughed.

When he tipped his chin back down, he saw Benrey’s gaze snap up to his face. Gordon sighed and shifted, kicking one leg off the couch and swiveling to pull the other one up, tilting his torso away from Benrey. “Look, I’m fine. It’s fine. Do you want to check for yourself? Was that what all the poking and prodding was about?”

Benrey muttered something, but when Gordon glanced back, he closed his mouth and reached out a cautious hand to trace one curved scar across Gordon’s tricep. “Soldier knife,” he said, almost too quietly to hear. “Rocket debris,” he said as his fingers moved to the base of Gordon’s neck. Then they dipped below the collar of Gordon’s tank top and touched several round sets of scar tissue. “Soldier bullets,” he said.

“Do you have all of them memorized?” Gordon asked gently, not really sure what to do about the melancholy mood that had descended.

“Yeah,” Benrey replied. “Maybe. The ones from…the ones from after.”

Gordon sighed again and leaned back against the couch to face him. “They’re not your fault, Benrey. It’s fine. The suit took care of it.”

Benrey made a face. “Shouldn’t’ve had to.”

Gordon snorted and shoved playfully at his shoulder, but that backfired when Benrey caught his hand - his left hand, the one he kept through the length of Black Mesa, the one he knew was really his - and pressed a quick teal-tinged kiss to the ropy scar that crossed Gordon’s forearm.

“It’s already healed, dude,” Gordon said gently. Benrey rolled his eyes.

“Still hurts though, huh?”

“Well - okay, but that’s - that’s normal.”

“Shut up,” Benrey told him, and turned Gordon’s arm to kiss the road rash scarring on his elbow.

Gordon snorted and let him continue. It was too hot to wrestle with him, and Gordon was never one to turn down a pampering, even one as guilt-ridden as this. Maybe it would help Benrey move through whatever funk this was.

And maybe, Gordon thought as Benrey kissed the place on his right arm where there should be a scar, but wasn’t - maybe it would help him, too.

#hlvrai #my words #kiss prompts #snippets #askbox #on anon #they would NEVER be this well-adjusted #but it's nice to pretend #also i know what's expected of a 'scar' prompt when Gordon is involved #so i decided to be mean and go in a slightly different direction #i hope it's still fun!

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