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junedenim · 1 month ago

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breathe or steal a kiss

stuck in a small town with big things

warnings: blowjob, piv, texas, etc.

word count: 4.9k

He's in some diner in nowhere Texas. He's tired of driving and his stomach has been growling for the last hour, hungry for something other than stale pretzels. He's rubbing his eyes, desperate for them to not feel heavy. He's got 3 hours until Dallas and is determined to make it tonight.

When his eyes open, that blur fades and it's like a vision appears, an oasis in this desert he's driven through. You stand in your bell-bottom jeans, apron tied at your waist, with a red tank top. You're chewing gum and pulling out your check pad, not bothering to make eye contact with him until you click your pen. "What can I get for you, hon?"

That burger he was planning to get fades from his mind as your eyes land on his and send shockwaves down his spine. A feeling twists around him and a buzz runs through him. "Uh," he speaks as he looks down at the menu. "You got Coke?"

You smile and nod your head, obviously amused by his flustered nature. "Yeah, we got Coke."

"I'll—I'll take a Coke," he manages to get out.

You jot that down on the pad. "You want anything with that Coke?"

"Oh, uh, burger. Cheeseburger."

Your eyes are busy looking at your pen skim across the page but his eyes can't escape your face. "How would you like it?"

"I guess, well done. Do you have American cheese?"

You finally look back up at him, zapping him with your gaze. Your mouth slowly opens with a grin peeking through. "Are you British?"

He doesn't know how else to respond so he just nods slowly.

"I'm sorry for obsessing. We just don't get many British people down here. A Brit wanting American cheese." You return to writing on the pad about the cheese. "What brings you to this diner?"

"A little roadtripping. Tired from the road," he explains.

"Yeah, that's most people out here." You gaze around the room observing the other patrons. Most of them are old. Couples coming in for the early bird special. There's one family in the corner and a man drinking coffee at the counter. He's the only sore thumb. "Other than the regulars. Small town and all that."

Alex doesn't mean to be rude just staring at you but he's worried he's made you self-conscious as you drop your hands from your hips and stare back at your notepad. "Anything else?" You ask. He shakes his head and hands you his menu. "I'll be right back with your Coke."

And he watches you walk away. That movement in your hips and a bandana sticking out the back pocket of your jeans. He originally blamed the fast beating of his heart on horniness but your cute country twang and your crooked teeth peeking out of your smile makes him think otherwise. It's not just lust. It's affection too.

You come back with a bottle of Coke with the lid popped off and a straw. "There you go."

"Thank you," he says. There's a pull that makes him talk before you leave, urging him to strike up some conversation. "Are you from here?"

You nod. "Whole life. Same house."

"Is there anything going on tonight?" It's the closest he can come to asking you out because part of him knows he should be back on the road within the hour but the other part begs him to stay even if he shouldn't because he'll have to leave eventually.

"There's always dancing if you want a proper Texan night," you tell him. "Well, proper Texan night for me."

He smiles at the smile that cracks on your face. "You like dancing?"

"Oh, I love it. Everyone gets into it, especially in this little community." He can imagine you, shaking your bum, enticing him into your grip.

Alex risks it and asks, "Can I take you out dancing tonight?"

Based on the grin that shoots across your face, he thinks he didn't go too far. "A British man wants to take me dancing. We'd be the talk of the town."

"You really must have nothing going on at this time if I'm going to be the talk of it."

"You'd be right, but..." You shake your head, looking down at him with a glowing stare. "I think you'd be the talk of the town anywhere."

He's blushing, bowing his head at the compliment, not expecting this over a Coke when he looks like he's been hit by a car and dragged for 10 blocks. "You must be the talk of the town then. A girl like you." He'd whistle if he could.

You giggle and cover your mouth with your hand. All cutesy, making his bones shutter. "You'd be surprised. I better bring the check to that table but I get off at 7 if you want to pick me up then."

It's 5 o'clock and he's got no fucking clue where he's going to sleep tonight. "I'd like to stay here if that's alright. I've got nowhere else to be."

"Alright, then."

He watches you the rest of your shift and he isn't subtle about it. His stare blazes and he might have looked down your shirt when he dropped his burger off. He'd call himself a perv if you didn't look him up and down in the same manner, desperate to know more about each other.

Then, suddenly at 7, after he's just paid for his meal, you come out from the backroom in a top and skirt polka dot set and cowboy boots. "I'm off, Sheila!" You shout to your co-worker.

He watches the fabric brush against your skin as you exit from behind the counter with a denim jacket thrown over one arm and a cowboy hat held in the other. "For you, sir." You offer him the hat, placing it on his head, and fitting it down until it sits perfectly. "To look more the part."

"You certainly look the part." He doesn't know what to call you. Beautiful, hot, pretty, sexy, fuckable. It's all just a blur and he wants to reach out and take a chunk of your long hair behind your ear but he doesn't want to cross anything. He wants you to show him the ropes.

You walk outside, the heels of your boot and the soles of his shoes pushing the pebble-rock-filled parking around. "Oh." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. "Your tip." It's crisp $20 and a way bigger tip than his $9 meal.

You shake your head, handing the money back to him. "I can't take that. You're taking me out already. It wouldn't be right."

"It wouldn't feel right not to tip you," Alex tells you. He pushes the bill back into your hands.

The corners of your mouth turn up but you once again return the $20. "You're a kind gentleman but I can't take your money."

He accepts this and puts his wallet away. "I'll use it on drinks then."

The drive there is short—no more than 5 minutes. The town is small but he gets the feeling everyone is here tonight as the parking lot is full when you arrive and the noise bleeding out the bar has no competition with any city bar he's been to.

People are already stumbling out drunk when the two of you walk in and you're quickly greeted by a friend who smells like she just chugged a whole keg of beer. "This is Alex," you introduce, grabbing his shoulder, already making him flushed. "He's British."

"That's so cool!" She shouts. She's soon grabbed by her boyfriend as the two hit the dance floor.

"Are you going to introduce me as British to everyone?" He asks, charmed by your excitement over him.

"Why? You planning to hide it?"

He's laughing as you tug him over to the bar and demand 2 whiskeys from the bartender. You must know him as you know everyone because he quickly serves you two, passing over the other vendors.

You down your drink in one go, clearly a pro and eager for a drink after a long day of work. "You ready to dance?"

He's still nursing his glass, having barely taken a sip. "I'm not very good."

You giggle. "You asked me out dancing and you're not very good? What were you planning on doing?"

He can't blame the alcohol; there's barely any in his system. He'll blame his hormones for the urge that possesses him to lean down and kiss you. It's by no means a sweet kiss. It's a lustful one with pent-up horniness that he's had since the beginning of this trip along with a complete desire for you.

You accept it completely. You tilt your head back and let him dominate your mouth, let him take control completely. He rounds his arms around you, pulling you into him, arching your back, pressing your hips right into his. It's a clearly desperate message that he's hoping you accept.

Soon, but not too soon, he releases your lips, your hips still dug against his. "I think you're probably much better at kissing than dancing."

He lets out a breathy chuckle. "You'd be right."

You pull him close, hugging him to you, your lips up against his ear. "If you dance with me, I'll let you watch me ride the bull." His eyes dart over to the mechanical bull in the corner and even with a fat old man riding on it, all the blood has suddenly left his head and rushed down and he thinks he'll pass out any second now. You pull back. "How's that sound?"

He nods dumbly as you drag him to the floor, drink still in his hand with a stunned look across his face. Luckily for him, it's not some organized line dancing although certain groups have formed and certain rhythms have been made that he just can't follow.

Alex looks over and you're moving, your boots sliding across the floor, and your skirt shifting around your legs. He's desperate to reach out and touch your hips with that sliver of skin that appears between your top and the skirt.

"C'mon!" You encourage him, waving your hand for him to join you.

He takes one step and he's already cringing. "I suck at this!" He yells over the country music.

You're tossing your head back in laughter, clasping your hands together in delight. "I can't lie. You're just so stiff." You move behind him and his breath escapes him as your hands land on his hips. "It's all about the hip movement, right?"

"Right." He smiles and reaches down, pulling your arms around him fully. You hug his back to your chest and lean your head on his shoulder. He's not paying attention to his swaying, slowly, unnoticeable getting lost in the music. He feels like he could fall asleep like this. You brush your hand down his chest to his stomach before reaching out for his half-emptied glass, chugging the remaining whiskey down.

You swallow the liquid and place your mouth next to his ear. "You ready for a fast one?"

You relinquish your hold before he can answer. It's like you know the bar band's setlist by heart as right after the slow one finishes, they launch into a quick one, getting nearly everyone in the bar up on their feet. Alex would feel intimidated if half of them weren't drunk and thinking he's already charmed you enough for you to at least find his awful dancing amusing.

"Just follow my lead," you tell him as you stick a foot out and he follows you down the line. He feels like he's doing the hokey pokey and, like he was at Jacob Stein's Bar Mitzvah, he sucks at it.

You show everyone in the bar up, shuffling your feet around, shaking your hips, and doing it all while being the hottest one in there, which isn't saying much there isn't much competition in the beauty department and the dance department is limited other than the old fat geezer that was on the bull earlier that is now surprisingly good at twirling.

Alex copies the other men and puts his hands on his belt, his thumbs holding the buckle. You look over and smile affectionately. "You're already getting the hang of it."

"If I'm already getting the hang of it, can we stop then?" He feels out of shape, out of breath, and out of the loop as everyone claps their hands.

You giggle. "Make it to the end of the song." He supposes that's fair until it feels like the song is never going to end. He swears they've been doing this for 10 minutes and the band is only getting faster. He's sweaty and the Texan heat isn't helping whatsoever.

But you're still on top of your shit, of course. The heat has only made you glisten and you're dancing on beat with a smile on your face. Your outfit's fabric dancing on its own and your cowboy boots pound the floor.

Then, relief comes as the band ends with resounding cheers. The dancing settles and Alex wipes his forehead, completely exhausted. "Bull time?" He inquires.

You smirk. "Sure, but you gotta pay for it."

"It's with your tip anyways."

You hook your arm with him as he digs into his wallet. "Well, this feels more gentlemanly than overtipping."

"It wasn't overtipping and I'm probably getting more out of this than you." He hands the money to the operator.

You raise your eyebrows. "Is that so?" You kiss me before escaping behind the gate of the machine. Alex moves out of the way of the line and leans on the wall as you mount the bull and he's never been more focused on something in his life, memorizing the way your legs grip the machine.

It starts up, slowly at first. Your hips move with it, creating a pattern, one he wants to recreate, except, you know, he's the bull. But then the machine starts moving rapidly and you're quick to fall off it in laughter. You last 20 seconds, by no means a record.

You stand up and readjust your clothes, exiting the ride. "I've never done that before," you say when you approach him.

He figured you to be an expert mechanical bull rider. You know every other inch of this place. "Why not?" You ask.

"I guess I was always scared but it was a lot of fun," you tell him, clutching to him for balance, mildly dizzy.

He manages to say, "Good" before your hand grabs the back of his neck and pulls his face down to yours and kisses you harshly. It's overtaking and everything else feels unimportant as his hands touch the soft fabric on the small of your back. He doesn't think there should ever be space between the two of you because your hips against his hips and your boobs against his chest and your lips against his lips all leave him breathless.

You both pause for a breath. "Any good hotels around here?" He breathes out.

"There's a motel down the road," you tell him, attaching your lips back to his.

The kiss continues before he pulls back again to say, "Let's go there."

"Uh-huh," you say against his lips.

It takes you a while to actually get to his car. Every inch of the way, one of you stops to kiss some part of the other's body. When he actually manages to turn the car on, you start kissing his neck hungrily. "You can't do that," he warns.

You kiss up to his ear. "Why?"

And there were valid reasons but he can't think of them and he isn't sure how he manages it but they arrive at the motel in one piece.

One part of the journey they actually do keep their lips off each other is the front desk. "Just 1 room. 1 bed," Alex requests.

"For the two of you?" The lady questions. He thinks she might know you but neither of you has said anything to confirm that theory.

"Yes," he nods. "1 room. 1 bed. 1 night." He's desperate. Can feel the boner growing and this lady is taking forever to hand him the key to the shitty motel room that she'll overcharge him for.

"Hmm," she hums. She looks through her books but this motel hasn't been updated since 1952 and no one is probably staying here but yet she's acting like there are no vacancies. "And you'll be sleeping in the same bed?"

"Yes," he says frustratedly. "Hence the 1 bed."

"Hmm." It's like she's edging him or something, finally she stands and grabs a key from the back wall. "Check out is at 10. We have complimentary coffee but you'll have to pay for the WiFi. The TV remote is in the drawer next to the Bible."

Silence transpires and the key is still in her hand. You let go of him and reach over the corner with the palm of your hand out. "Thank you," you say as a request for her to hand the key.

She drops it in your hand and you're quick to race off down to your room. After the door slams shut behind you two, there isn't any reason to hesitate as your movements become overcome with lust, clutching at every scrap of each other you can.

His shirt goes flying, your shirt goes flying. He backs you up onto the bed, collapsing on top of you. He's kissing down your neck, unlatching your bra, and smothering himself in your tits. Your eyes drift closed as his lips wrap around your nipple, sucking gently as his teeth graze the nub before soothing it with his tongue. You moan, pushing your chest out a bit as his hand cups your other breast, squeezing it lightly before he brings his mouth over and latches onto that one. He hums around your breast, biting and sucking and licking at your hard nipple.

You can feel his cock hardening against your thigh. Giving one last nip, Alex pulls away and moves his attention downward, kissing down your stomach, his tongue tracing. "So hot," he mumbles against your skin.

"You too," you shakily say. You sit up, pushing him to a standing position as your head hovers just at his belly button. Your hands reach out to his belt, playing with that buckle just like he was earlier in the bar. You look up at him, a smirk playing on your lips as he struggles for air. You pull the belt out of the buckle and unbutton his jeans. You shuffle your skirt off and drop to your knees in just your panties, taking his zipper down with you.

You wrap your fingers around the hardening base of his cock, having trouble keeping a straight face at the sight of him desperately struggling. You smile as you press a teasing kiss to the side of his shaft. "You know that thing they say about things being bigger in Texas." You shake your head as you teasingly pump him. "Not true. Not like this, at least."

You take the head into your mouth. You keep your gaze up as you lick the slit, the tip of your tongue tracing the thin opening and earning a loud moan from Alex. His body trembles and chest heaves with each swipe of your tongue. Your lips wrapped around it as your tongue gifts it with attention, alternating between teasing the slit and swirling around the tip, your eyes never breaking contact with Alex.

As you start moving your lips down and taking more of his cock into your warm mouth, Alex feels his knees starting to go weak. He tries to brace himself on you, a hand on your head, but his legs are still trembling.

Feeling the way his thighs are shaking, you pull back and give him a soft smile. "Come sit on the bed, baby," you instruct, taking his hand off of you and leading him over to the edge of the bed.

He flops down on it, not having a moment to think before you're pushing his legs apart and kneeling between them, your arms laying on his thighs as you take hold of his cock's base again and guides it back into your mouth.

"Fuck that feels so good," he moans, sighing as he leans back on his arms and watching you work away at him. There's nothing quite like the sight of his cock in your pretty mouth, looking into your captivating eyes as you suck him nice and slow, lips and tongue touching every inch of his shaft.

You work on his cock agonizingly slow, making sure you've lapped at every inch of sensitive flesh before you move on, your tongue curling around his thick shaft as your lips slide further and further down until it's impossible for you to fit any more of it in your mouth. His eyes flutter closed now as he feels you swallowing around him, the tip of his cock pressed right up against the back of your throat.

You pull back before you gag, sucking in a breath before going back. Your lips move from the head down over him to get to his base. You can feel his cock getting stiffer against your lips with every kiss.

Alex brushes your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, curling his fingers around the back of your head to hold it just like he's wanted to all night. You smile softly up at him, a silent thanks, but a lust creeps in darkening your gaze as his hand steadies on the back of your head.

He pulls you back to his crotch, making you open your mouth wide and take as much of his length as you can, hollowing out your cheeks and letting him set the pace, guiding your head back and forth on his cock.

Alex starts slow, letting you get used to the change in pace before he starts to pull you in faster, soon being able to feel his tip poking the back of your throat. He's content to just watch your head bob between his legs for a bit, not wanting to force you to swallow any more than you can take, until his hips start to move of their own accord. He first just arches off the couch to get closer to your mouth, then actually thrusting into you, fucking your face shallowly.

Alex grunts loudly, unable to control himself, his eyes rolling back into his head. "F-Fuck, yeah, fuck yeah, baby, that's it," he moans, the feel of your wet hot mouth turning his bones to jelly. "You take it so good."

But he can feel it, himself getting sloppier and closer and this can't end too soon, not in your mouth with you on your knees. He pulls you off him, tilting your head back to look at him clearly in the eye. "Get up here," he tells you, patting the bed.

You hop up onto the bed quickly. He pushes you down and reaches into your underwear, running his fingers through you, feeling the eagerness drip. He kisses you as he pushes the fabric to the side and starts fingering you. You moan against his mouth and it's so hot he almost lets go there. "Just put it in me," you huff out in between kisses.

He's unable to hold back a grin and pulls away to yank your panties down your legs, throwing them wherever everything else has been discarded. He guides his spit-slicked dick towards your hole. He rubs the tip through your folds before he pushes himself pushing himself in as you start to moan at the slow stretch until he's completely buried in you.

Alex starts rocking his hips, trying your instructions from earlier. He kisses you again, unable to avoid those lips. He swallows your moans and smiles into the kiss.

You arch your back into him, pressing your chest against his. Alex's fingers digging into your skin as he pushes into you harder. Strangled moans fill the room as he bucks and rocks his hips. Your thighs already starting to shake, curling around you, and pulling him in deeper the more desperate you get.

"More," you moan. So, he starts thrusting into you like he knows you want it, bypassing any slowness completely and getting right to the sharp thrusts. He slides in and out quickly, hitting that spot inside you just a little bit harder each time. "Is this what you wanted? Huh?"

"Y-Yes," you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulder as he collides into you.

Alex wraps his hands around your thighs and hoists them up a bit more until your legs are pushed up to waist level. It hits that spot even deeper and you're completely gone by then, lost in the flutter on your eyelashes, clenching around him.

Feeling you get tighter and tighter with each pump drives his hips to move faster, bending just a bit more at the knees to get that perfect angle to pound into you just where he needs to be, and just like that, you're falling apart moments later, your pussy locking around his cock as you come and pulling you in so tight that he can barely keep fucking you through it without blowing his own load.

You've just barely recovered from your orgasm when he pulls out and you reach up to take him into your mouth. You cover his cock completely as he is unable to stop himself from thrusting into your mouth, cum shoved down your throat.

He lands beside you and then it's just heavy breathing and the regret of not turning on the AC the moment you walked in. "I like that a lot," you tell him.

"Good." He smiles over at you and you're already looking over at him. He'd pull you into him if he wasn't so sweaty. "That was fucking great."

You chuckle and stand slowly, readjusting and walking over to the panel for the small AC, turning it on. "You want to take a shower?"

The answer is, of course, yes. With your naked body and cheeky grin staring him down, already turning him on again, and the idea of cooling water pooling around him right now sounds like heaven.

Which has to then be ruined by water that came straight from hell. He can barely touch the water with his hand without helping back at the burn. "It must have overheated from the sun beating down on the pipes. Shitty motel anyway," you say.

"I'm so fucking hot," he complains, tilting his head back.

"Yeah." He looks over at you and your biting your lip, eyes lewd and clearly enjoying his nudity.

He proudly smirks. "You already want to go again?"

"The tiles are cool." That's true, his feet are the only things not burning.

Alex bends down, his butt hitting the cool tiles in relief. You straddle over him, your knees gaining relief. He's finally able to pull you close again, boobs against him, and kisses on your lip. "You want me to go down on you?"

You shake your head and pick up his harding cock in between you two, rising on your knees. "Just fuck me again." And then you're sinking down before he can even process it. His mind blurry as you take him all in again.

His cock surrounded by tight, wet warmth once again, as you move back and forth on his lap. Alex knows he isn't going to last very long, already a complete mess as you grab the back of his neck, controlling him, controlling every movement of both of you back. One flesh.

Alex starts rubbing your clit, determined to have some say in this fucking, determined to making you come as soon as he can. He fumbles a bit, his fingers slipping in your arousal before he finally is able to press his fingertips against your clit and apply pressure. He can feel you tighten around his cock immediately in reaction to his touch.

You rock together desperately, the sounds of their moans and slapping skin echo through the bathroom. It happens just a few minutes later, when he suddenly thrusts up into you, overtaking you completely, throwing you over the edge. He lifts you off him quickly, his cum shooting onto his stomach as his head knocks against the wall.

"Holy shit," he finally utters.

"Yeah," you say. You can barely keep your head up, landing it on his collarbone. He reaches up and holds it tenderly, releasing the hardness from before, finally laying in softness. "We should probably go to sleep in bed."

He nods in agreement. Finding the strength in him to somehow make it into bed. He pulls you into him, just a light sheet over the two of you, still stuck in the heat. He doesn't mean to ask, but thinks out loud, "Come with me."

"Hmm?" You hum, half-asleep.

"I don't know what I'm saying," he says.

About a minute later, when he's almost certain you've fallen asleep, you pull yourself closer to him and mumble, "I've never been to Dallas before."

a/n: alex in a cowboy hat might be my favourite picture ever and i struggle using it knowing i'll never be able to use it again. please, alex, more cowboy hat pictures!!

#alex turner fic #alex turner x fem!reader #alex turner x oc #alex turner x y/n #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner #alex turner smut #junedenim

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yoitsjay · 5 months ago

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Pairings: Hunter x Fem! Reader

Summary: you and hunter had a one night stand, and he left you with a child because of it. You never told him, but when you went back to bounty work you ran into each other, and eventually you told him... how will he react?

Warnings: Canon violence, fluff

Word count: 3,265

You had no idea how long you had actually worked for Cid in the past, you weren't contracted but she did give you some exhilarating and high paying jobs. during the clone wars the senate actually gave you most of your bounties, and you would consider yourself a republic bounty hunter, though you held no allegiance to them and that also made you dangerous. But at the end of the clone wars, maybe a month or so later you had to drop from existence on a little backwater planet called Pabu. It was a nice little place, and it was your permanent home, until you had to leave for jobs again… but the only reason you disappeared was because you were pregnant from a one night stand. The other party had no idea, and even if you could reach out, you wouldn't. He didn't need to know, but you remember him vividly.

Tall, tanned And muscular. He had a hard body tattoo resembling a skull, and the skeleton as it traveled down his body. He wore a red bandana, and kriff knows he never took it off… unless it was to tie your hands behind your back but regardless that was one time, the first and the last… and then he left you with a child, the bastard.

So it had been a full 6 months since you had your child, and with all the support you had on pabu you were able to go back to work, knowing your child was safe.

So, you stood in front of Cids parlor, your helmet fastened to your head, having donned your classic armor previously. Nobody knew this but you had Mandalorian lineage, so certain pieces of armor were made if beskar But were formed and painted in a way to make it look nothing like beskar.

Regardless, you were back, and your looks alone sparked fear into those who walked past you. Your mask was not necessarily a helmet, because the back of your hair which was put into a long braid that draped over your shoulder could be seen. But you had two metal bands that were fastened to each side of your temple, and upper cheek, which was strongly magnetized to the mask, which had a voice mod to hide your voice, and was also connected to a small oxygen tank that was clipped to your small backpack, and attached to that was your long ranged rifle, and vibrosword.

You had two blasters in each holster that was strapped to both your thighs, and a few throwing knives were also attached to one other holster, whilst you had a few knives tucked in your boot, or in a hidden holster under your armor plating, and even in your braided hair.

Your armor itself was painted a deep blue with black accents and very faded and worn gold lines in the dips and crevices of your armor, however the thicker Long sleeved undershirt you wore underneath was a dirty cream color, and your pants were a deep brown.

You patted yourself down quickly, nodding to yourself when you recounted everything you had before walking into Cids parlor.

The Bad batch, that is to say Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and omega since Echo was off with Rex, and Crosshair was working for the Empire, were sitting At their usual table, wrecker and omega chowing down on some Mantel mix. Hunter was the first to notice Joe silent the bar suddenly got, but Texh and the others were not to far behind as their attention went to a stranger who walked in, a bounty hunter by the looks of it. To Hunter though, there was a sense and smell of familiarity, and he furrowed his eyebrows watching you walk to Cids office, the door automatics closing behind you. Hunter turned to look at Tech, who also had furrowed eyebrows.

“Why does that Bounty hunter seem so familiar to us?” He asked, typing on his data pad, searching for any info on this bounty hunter. Hunger shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “Not sure…” He trailed off, staring at the door for a few seconds until Tech grabbed his attention by showing him the data pad. “It is Y/n L/n, AKA Cicatrix, she was a very famous bounty hunter for the republic during th-”

“-I know Tech, We've worked with her before, before the empire…” He trailed off, memories resurfacing in his mind, memories he pushed down because he got too attached.

In the meantime, you were talking with Cid, your helmet was off, and now attached to your left hip were similar magnets were sewn into your clothing to hold your mask, and you were getting the best pick of the bounties and jobs… until Cid spoke up.

“Yeah one thing Trixie-”

“-Its Cicatrix” You interrupted, and Cid cleared her throat. “Right, one thing, in order to do this big jobs your going to have to work with a few other people, a group I like to work with… The Bad Batch.” She explained, and you narrowed your eyes, gripping the fobs in your right hand. “The bad batch huh?” You sneered at Cid, before grabbing the fobs. “Fine.” You muttered, fastening your mask to your face once more, and Cid led you out of the office, and towards the bad batch.

Your eyes scanned over each of them, some familiar, most of them were except for one… however when your eyes landed on that man… the one with the half skull tattoo on his face, you wanted to turn and run… However, you stayed put as Cid started speaking some nonsense that you couldn't really bother to listen to, because even through your mask he seemed to know where your eyes were, and he wouldn't let your stare go… that was until you felt someone tug at your shirt.

You quickly looked down, seeing the small blonde child smiling up at you. “Hi! I'm Omega, and these are my brothers, Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker! We've read all about you- well at least I have on Kamino, But your so cool! I read one story about you where you and a Jedi were on a mission and you got separated! And a Rancor came out of nowhere and you wrestled it till you killed it- and-” omega was quickly cut off as Hunter rested a hand on her shoulder. “Omega..” he muttered softly, silently telling her to calm down

You chuckled, thinking back to your own child on Pabu before you knelt down in front of her, and took your mask off, clipping it to your thigh once more. You smiled at omega, and pointed to a big scar on your face. “I didn't get out unscathed that's for sure, the rancor gave me a big scar, And I had to get a new eye, luckily for me I had the credits and the connections so now I have a cybernetic Eye, and I can scan my surroundings for infrared signatures, like other people or animals when it's dark out. It's pretty cool.” You explained, winking at her as your cybernetic right eye flashed blue before settling to your eye colour again. Omega squealed in excitement, turning to her brother, Hunter.

You stood up, glancing at him as he stared at you, before standing up. “We can work together, just like old times.” He muttered the last bit, but you heard him clearly, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. “I'll leave my ship here, and come with you on yours. You stated, resting your hands on your hips as you took a step back, nodding to Cid. “You owe me a solo.” You stated, before walking to the parlor doors. “Let's get a move on, we only have so much time.” You stated, walking outside as the batch gathered their things.

Once all outside, you started walking with them, omega mainly at your side, asking you questions about your old stories, and your weapons… however as you answered, you noticed the crossbow on her back, and it piqued your interest. “Is that an energy bow?” You asked, and she smiled and nodded. “Yeah it is! Though I'm still learning how to use it.” She huffed, and a soft chuckle left your lips. “Well I could teach you? In my youth I was quite the bow slinger myself.” You stated proudly, seeing how her eyes lit up. She immediately turned to Hunter, who was walking behind you.

“Can She teach me after the mission? Please?” She asked her brother, who stopped walking when she did. You stopped as well, turning to look at him with your arms crossed over your armored chest, a smug look over your face. Hunter gave you a look which you weren't quite sure what it meant, before he looked at omega and sighed. “Fine. I suppose some training can be useful.” He stated, and she cheered before running to the Marauder, grabbing your hand and dragging you with her so she could show you around. You laughed with her, the same hearty laugh that Hunter heard all those months ago…

He sighed, and entered the ship, closing the ramp behind him before making his way to his seat in the cockpit where Tech already was.

Tech glanced over at Hunter, but stared right at his data pad while he spoke. “You should talk to her, statistics show that being honest yields better results then not saying anything at all.” He stated, adjusting his goggles. Hunter grunted in response, glancing back at you and omega as she showed you around. “Maybe…” He trailed off, his eyes trailing down your figure. You were muscular, and fit unlike most women he had been with, however you were a bit softer then the last time he was with you… like something had changed you…

Eventually omega brought you to the cockpit just as you were taking off, and you quickly handed the main tracking fob to Hunter, your clothed finger tips brushing against each other as you handed off the fob. A spark shot through your spine, And you quickly cleared your throat and placed your hand on the back of the chair instead of by your side. “Its on a pretty heavy imperialized planet, so we have to be cautious when retrieving the goods. I did some more research and found a map of one of the facilities it's in… though I do have an idea on how we could stealth this, instead of going in guns blazing.” You suggested, staring at Tech as they both looked at you.

“There are rounds of patrols, two or three troopers at a time. And they circle around this mountain pass-” you explain while pulling out a holo map, pointing your finger at the red dot that indicates the patrol, and then the mountain

“If we land around here, a small group, most likely Hunter or Tech and myself can take out the patrol and switch out our armor for theirs. We put our gear in this little alcove in the mountain, and whoever is left behind can come pick it up so it's safe. Anyway, we complete the “patrol” and get back to the facility, getting in like we were one of them. I can use my tools to get into the control room, where we knock out the guards and then take the data, and get out the same way we got in when the next patrol is about to leave, we tail them, take em out and go.” You explained thoroughly, and Tech hummed at the plan.

“That is… one of the best plans I've ever heard. Hunter? What do you think?” Tech asked, and you glanced over at Hunter, noticing that he was staring at you already, a very small smile curled on his lips. “Very good, I'll go with Cicatrix then Tech and omega can pick up our armor and get back to the ship and be on standby in case anything goes wrong.” He stated, and gestured For you to sit down as they were about to drop pit of hyperspace. You did, sitting down behind Tech and across from Hunter.

Soon enough you were docked at the area you pointed out, it was a secluded little landing area, hidden by the mountain, but it gave you easy access to the patrol route. So once landed, you and Hunter headed out Towards the patrol, staying closer to the mountain side and in the shadows, so you weren't seen. You and Hunter rounded the corner just as a patrol did, and before you could even think of what to do, Hunter pushed you into what seemed to be a larger alcove, but one that could hide you both. However it was a tight space, and you were pressed up against each other… at least the armor made it so you couldn't feel his warmth, except from the hands that now found purchase on your lower ribs. And you could feel that warmth radiating from him. You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose, not looking at him, and instead watching the patrol of two as it walked by. And once they were out of sight you nodded. “Okay let's go” you whispered, and Hunter quickly tore his hands away, and left the alcove, and you followed after, sneaking up behind the troopers before taking them out. You stripped from your armor before donning the troopers armor, making sure your armor was in a neat little stack before placing it in the alcove you were just in. And finally you placed the helmet on your head, but not before tucking your braid up, as if not to give your gender away.

You turned back to Hunter, and he was already done with his outfit change. He nodded to you, and you both made the trek back to the facility. You had completely missed the warmth in his eyes when he had shoved you in the alcove, the contemplation on his face as he was torn between forgetting what he felt, and actually telling you what he wanted to say. You never saw it, and he never knew when he'd actually tell you, and now he wondered if he'd even see you again after this mission was over…

Regardless you arrived at the facility and got in unnoticed. This place seemed less guarded then what you would have expected, and you raised your guard, just in case. Hunter took the lead from then on, leading you to the control room where he stood look out as you started splicing the control panel by the door to open it up. You were going quickly as you could, and you managed to open the door within seconds.

You and hunter walked in, and you closed the door behind you before taking out the guards and workers stationed in this room, leaving it empty and easier to work with.

You quickly sat down at one of the terminals, feeling Hunters presence behind you as you slid a data stick into the computer port, hacking into the network that the imperials used with ease since it was the same Tech used by the republic, and you hacked into the republic networks a lot. Just for security…

Regardless you downloaded the info and pulled it out of the port, standing up and turning to Hunter, tucking the data stick into his belt. you walked to the door, poking your head out to see if it was clear, and you nodded to Hunter, walking out side by side, passing another patrol group, pretending you just got back from your patrol. The plan was working, and you couldn't stop the grin growing underneath the helmet you wore.

This might have been the smoothest mission you've ever been on-

“Hey! Patrolman! wait up.” A voice commanded, and you and Hunter froze before turning around, one of the clone commandos standing in front of you. “You finished your patrol quickly, and you didn't input your report.” He stated, and you sucked In a deep breath, looking at hunter. He quickly spoke up. “Right, apologies sir, we will do that right away.” He stated, saluting, you quickly copied his movements, and the clone commando seemed to buy it before leaving.

A sigh left your lips, and you nudged hunter playfully before the both of you left the facility, acting like the next patrol. And as quickly as you got in, you got out, halfway down the patrol route as the alarms started going off "they found my handy work, about time” You huffed, taking your helmet off and tossing it down the canyon before doing the same with the rest of the white armor you wore, however hunter just tossed his into the same alcove that your armor was in prior, though it had long been grabbed by Tech and Omega.

Before hunter could say anything, you both had reached the marauder, climbing on board where your beautiful armor was waiting. And quickly you strapped it all on again, feeling comfortable with the added weight. Tech then started up the ship, and off you flew, with the info that you needed, though it was encrypted, but that's what Tech was for.

You and Hunter didn't really speak after that, but the atmosphere around you both wasn't… uncomfortable. Just silent. You were back on Ord Mantell in no time, and you cashed in the info and got your cut. You still had a few other fobs, but they weren't as time crunching… and maybe you didn't have to work alone…

Hunter seemed to think the same as he walked up to you at the bar, sitting beside you, silent for a moment before he spoke up, right when you did as well

“I missed you-”

You both said at once and chuckles fell from your lips as you turned to look at him. You sighed, and stared down for a moment before pulling Put a hold puck, sliding it to hunter.

He turned it on, and saw a small child, six months old with thick brown hair already growing from his head, and the same hazel eyes that he had. He looked like hunter, but as a baby of course.

The man turned to look at you, and you sighed. “one year and three months ago we slept together. Apparently my implant had expired the day we had sex and… well… he happened. And to be honest he was the best thing that ever happened to me…” you trailed off, staring at the hologram. “Hunter, I'm so-”

“I'm a father?” He asked, cutting you off. You finally looked at him, noticing the tears welling in his eyes. You nodded, reaching out for his hand, squeezing gently. “Would you like to meet Tracker?” You asked, smiling gently. “You'll be shocked to know that boy has your talents… I hide his toys sometimes, and he tracks my trail to where I put them, I don't know what he sees or feels but- compared to a regular child hes- he's got your senses.” You explained, and Hunter finally looked up at you, before grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into him, his lips landing right on yours. You were tense for a moment, but quickly relaxed onto him as you reciprocated that kiss.

You pulled away, a chuckle leaving your lips. “I'll take that as a yes.” You whispered, resting your forehead against his as he held your hands in his own.

“Yes”

#fanfiction #tbb hunter #the bad batch #hunter x fem!reader #hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #fem reader #bounty hunter reader #the clone wars #star wars #fanfic #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb

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makncheese12 · 1 year ago

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Summary: what are the odds of meeting a pretty dark haired girl in your uncles bar?

A/N: I do not know Romanian so I used Google translate, GIVE ME A BREAK😭

This is for the short girlies since everyone is apparently taller than Jenna😔

Anything like in italics (I think that’s the word?) is Romanian.

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

A groan escapes your lips as your head bops up against the shoulder of the boy carrying you in a direction you didn’t know nor did you care.

Your only worry was the fact that every time your head hit his shoulder it would throb as if you were banging it against a pole but if you tried to lift it up to stop it would only grow worse and your muscles holding you up would go out.

Maybe you shouldn’t have drank so much last night. You certainly didn’t think so while you were drinking but as of now, you wanted to bury yourself alive with how you felt.

Another groan as you watch your arms dangle loosely. “Why are you so bumpy?..” you drag out making the man holding you chuckle lightly.

“I’m being as gentle as I can, besides it’s what you get for drinking most of the night.” He laughs as you rest your cheek on his shoulder, beard stubble tickling your face as you do so.

The smell of shaving cream filling your senses as you look up toward his freshly shaven mullet.

“I didn’t drink that much..” you mumble, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. A loud snort comes from him as he rounds a corner.

“Not that much? You were trying to start a fight with a street cat calling it papa.” He laughs and you groan once again. “We come back from a tour and you expect me not to celebrate?”

Three months away from your home town and around the United States with your band and it was far more than a success. Though they were already big in the world and you had only just joined last year, the people seemed to love you just as much as they loved the older members.

It was thrilling, really. Being on stage with hundreds of people watching for the first time after their guitarist left and was replaced by you. It was nerves wracking at first but once the adrenaline came in they were long gone.

A lot of the people were pissed off about how they had replaced the other member so easily and it hit headlines quick after your first performance, people debating if you should even be in the band.

There was even a petition going around for you to be kicked out of the band so the originals could be the only ones. A petty little thing you weren’t really worried about.

And you didn’t care in all honesty, about any of it. As long as you got to play and make music. And after joining the band, your streams from your own songs went up on every music platform.

You of course didn’t show off as much as your bands mates, it was still their show and you were just a prop to make them sound good.

“Let’s not forget how you broke down in tears when the cat ran off.” He completely ignores your earlier statement as the memory resurfaces inside his head, you falling to your knees and reaching for the empty space in front of you.

“Shut up Mikey.” You mumble as he steps up the stairs to the bar, your head bouncing against his shoulder much rougher before he steps inside, the loud bell above the door startled you slightly causing a jolt to invade your body.

“Ah, there’s the little rockstar.” A voice booms through the air as Mikey places you on the floor, arms and legs sprawled out. “Was your fourteen hour nap good, or did you want to sleep some more on the floor?” The room fills with laughter, men and woman in different sizes watch as you sit up slowly.

“Suck my dick.” You say giving him the finger as a man grabs under your arm pit and hulls you up. “Let’s sober you up for tonight.” He chuckles before guiding you to the bar.

You look up toward the much larger man, gray and black being swept back by his bandana, cigarette resting on his ear. His black tank top stretched across his large torso, showing the large amount of tattoos. You would have thought he was mean looking if you didn’t know him.

As soon as you take your seat, your eyes spot the French fries and burger in front of another large man. You reach over and begin shoving a few in your mouth.

“Hey Terri.” You mumble and a grunt in response comes from the man as he watches you steal a large amount of his fries from his plate.

“Did you miss me?” You ask, smiling wide as you look up at the man and watch as his mouth quirks up into a little smirk. He didn’t talk much but you grew to know what didn’t little things meant.

“Ah, shucks!” You say, your own smile growing as you punch his shoulder. He didn’t budge.

As you reach for another handful of fries when suddenly a hand comes down quickly and smacks your hand making you yank back your arms and look up to see the older woman who glares at you.

“Stop stealing Terri’s food.” A frown forms on your face as you lean into the man. “Terri doesn’t mind,” you start before looking up to him. “Do you Terri?”

He grunts in response before his eyes go back to the overhead tv. “See? He doesn’t mind.” You reach out to grab another but she’s quick to smack your hand again before taking his plate, most likely to get him more fries.

Just as she enters the kitchen your uncle comes back out with a plate full of chicken and an empty glass.

He sets the plate in front of you before filling the glass with a clear liquid.

“You start in forty.” He says as he leans against the counter to watch as you scarf down the food on your plate, a small smile resting on his face.

“Did you hear, they’re doing a little show nearby and a bunch of actors are staying in town.” He tells you before sitting up from his leaning position on the counter.

“What’s that got to do with me?” Your voice muffled through your food as you narrow your eyes at the man.

“I want you to behave,” there was a small warning in his voice, one you had heard countless times. It was as if he was asking you to challenge him or disobey. Though most of the time you did, you couldn’t help but gulp lightly.

“This town is a quiet one, let’s keep it that way?” A request? Surely he didn’t think you were that dumb to try and bring chaos into his quiet world.

You may have enjoyed a loud life, but he certainly didn’t. Preferring you to just keep your loud music to a certain level while you played in his bar or the club down town.

You roll your eyes as you shove another piece of chicken into your mouth. “Just because Jonas leaked out location last time doesn’t mean I will.” You huff out quietly, remembering back to the time when the boy had fans rolling into your camping grounds.

“I’m just saying, no funny business.” He says raising his hands up in defense before walking away. You grumble quietly as you continue eating your food.

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“What do you plan on playing?” Mikey asks as you push your guitar box across the stage. “I haven’t decided yet.”

His face drops into an annoyed look as you open your book and begin flipping through the pages.

“You start in five minutes and you mean to tell me, you don’t know what you’re going to play?” He asks, noses scrunching up slightly as you flip through your work, unpublished songs filled the notebook. Ones you preferred only to play for your towns people.

“My head is still pounding give me a break.” You mumble as you continue flipping through the pages to see what best fit the mood for tonight. You glance around for a moment, a few people play pool and laugh. Others say drinking and quietly conversating. That left the already drunk people who were dancing around the floor and laughing, most of the people drinking now would join the eventually.

It was how it was most nights, doke nights quiet and others full of people; these nights were usually on Fridays.

Fridays were your favorites, ever since you were little when your uncle first brought you into his bar on a Friday after school. Most of your friends were made playing poker, being taught how to really play whether it be cheating, lying or playing truthfully. All you knew was that you were one hell of a poker player and knew everyone’s poker face like the back of your hand.

Sure you couldn’t drink alcohol but that didn’t stop you from having your uncle keep a few jugs of apple juice behind the counter.

You hum quietly before looking through the pages once again. But before you could the book is snatched from your hands all too quickly as Mikey races off.

You stand there for a moment, mind calculating what had just happened before you rush after him. You wouldn’t have really cared if there weren’t songs in their you weren’t exactly proud of and would be teased for months on end for.

“Come here you skinny bastard!” You call out pushes the chairs he had jumped over out of your way. He jumps over the counter before jumping up sliding it into an empty slot made for a different cups.

Your eyes widen as your rush over toward the slot and he slides over the counter once again.

You gape up toward the book that hung out slightly, before reaching up on your tip toes. You don’t even come close to touching it before jumping up, finger tips just barely grazing over the spine before huffing out in frustration as quiet laughs are heard behind you.

Your head whips around to see the source was Mikey, Jonas, your uncle and two younger looking men as they watch in amusement.

“You think this is funny?” You ask voice more than serious as they continue to chuckle to themselves. “Not at all,” your uncle says, eyes scrunching from smiling too hard.

“Just wondering why you don’t reach up and grab it like a normal person.” Your eyes widen and jaw clenches as your glare intensifies, face scrunching up in anger as the men continue to laugh.

“Average! I’m average!” You yell out, arms being thrown up in the air only making them laugh harder.

“Average my ass, your missing a few inches for that darlin’.” Jonas says shaking his head and you narrow your eyes at him.

He couldn’t talk, he was only a five foot nine fully grown man, at least you had an excuse being a woman.

“Come on, guys!” You groan out. “I need to choose a song and now I barely have time.”

“Choose from the heart.” Mikey says in a sing song voice, placing his hand over where his heart was.

“You know my memory is bad.” You grumble before turning back around to look up at the book, the edge taunting you as you do so.

Huffing out, you walk back up to the shelf before placing a foot your foot on the sturdiest thing and pull yourself, making sure your grip on the cabinets are tight as you reach up for the book.

Still, it was out of reach and you huff out as you bring your other foot above the over and once again pull yourself up, fingers grazing over the book. With one last stretch you grasp the book and a victorious smile forms on your face.

It’s quickly wiped off as two fingers jab into your sides and you lose your grip on both the book and and the cabinet.

You hit the floor with a loud thud and groan out, head pounding once again.

Your eyes land on a laughing Mikey as he holds his stomach, and hurting from suddenly laughing so hard.

You grumble loudly as you get to your feet, bolting at him but he quickly moves out of the way and around the bar.

The two of you run around, people moving out of your way and you move around and under people. Some laugh at your antics while others roll their eyes in annoyance, to used to the two of you acting like this.

Just as you round around a corner, you bump into a hard surface. Harder enough to knock you onto the floor.

A loud high pitch noise emits from the back of your throat as you roll on the ground to see who you had bumped into.

Your eyes land on a tall man, haired pulled back into a rat tail of a pony tail as his eyes widen while staring down at you, a large group not too far behind him.

“Well are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help up a poor woman in need?” You grumble, noise scrunches slightly in annoyance when all he does is look at you.

“Damn tourist.” You mumble before being pulled up forcefully off the ground. Suddenly you’re not longer in pain from hitting the floor as you begin hitting his chest.

“Don’t touch me!” You call out, watching his smile grow before it looks to the man who had knocked you over raising his eyebrows.

“You’re American?” He asks, accent thick as he looks throughout the group around the small round table and you can’t help but do the same. And boy were you glad you did.

Everyone was more than beautiful, no flaws in any of their features as you look over their faces. One man had luxurious hair you were more than jealous of while the girl next to him lacked it.

Your eyes continue to travel over the group before a particular black haired girl caught your eye and you can’t help the way your hearts skips a beat and begins to speed up. Was this what a heart attack felt like?

Freckles littered across her face, dark eyes watching the interaction carefully looking between the three of you as if something bad was about to happen.

“I am so sorry.” The man says, putting his hands up and looking between you two. “It’s alright, it’s her fault for running around like a mad woman.” Mikey replies chuckle lightly but you can’t find yourself to react as you continue stare at the woman.

Her eyes soon land on you and your heart pounds even more, not noticed the other sets of eyes on you. The way her eyes bore into yours makes your palms sweat and you can’t help but gulp lightly as the next words come out of your mouth.

“You’re very pretty.” You say unconsciously as a snort is heard beside you. The girl only furrows her eyebrows in confusion along with the others. Right, tourist. Most don’t know how to speak your language.

But you still can’t help continue to stare, eyes staying locked with hers, palms becoming sweaty at her lack of reaction even if you knew she couldn’t speak your language.

“Alright love girl,” the man says as he lifts you up under your arm pits and carries you toward the stages, eyes never leaving the woman as the people who heard nearby smirk or laugh to themselves. “Let’s get you away from the embarrassment so we can go on stage.”

“They won’t know, they’re tourist.” You mumble as he sits you down on the stage. “And what about the song?” You ask, eyes traveling back toward the book still stuck in the slot.

“I chose one.” Jonas says as he holds out a CD case with sharpie marker written on top of it. A smile forms on your face at the realization of the song before looking up to him. It wasn’t one of your songs but it was definitely one of his favorites.

“How’d you get this on CD?” You ask tapping it in your other hand lightly. He shrugs after fixing his septum piercing and taking the CD. “There are things called printers, you know?” He states making you roll your eyes hard as you stand up on the stage.

Your eyes land on a large group of people you had recognized from down the street and now you really see where he got it from as they all wait in anticipation nearby the dance area.

“Hope your ready to wake up with a sore throat Mikey.” You laugh out as people begin to groan or cheer around the room.

“Everyone got ear plugs that want it?” Your uncle says before holding up the little baggies and people go rushing toward him.

You laugh as you finish setting up the electric guitar and Jonas takes his seat behind his drums.

You can’t help your eyes from traveling toward the group as the small round table, drinks both empty and full litter around the table as they all look around confused. Oh, how you loved chasing off tourist.

You watch as Mikey taps the microphone making a phump phump noise before smiling and looking back at you. He sends you a wink as you raise the strap around your shoulders.

You start the beat off soft, smiling lightly as the group begins to cheer and the customers whistle before your fingers become far more aggressive and Mikey’s high pitched voices yells into the mic, the once silent room filled with loud music you could probably hear down at your apartment if you strained your ears enough.

This wasn’t exactly the music you or your three person band made but it was the request for the night, and who were any of you to deny the fans?

Your eyes travel around the room as sweat begins to roll down your face, hair strands coming undo as you move your head around.

You see your uncle cleaning dishes with a large smile on his face as he watches you all, shaking his head lightly at the crowd as the dance around like a bunch of animals.

Then you look around the room, one or two people annoyed as they drink while the others watch or dance before you look toward the small circle table.

Most of their group watched the people around the room, one held their hands to their ears and one watched your performance. One that made your heart beat more than it was from the adrenaline of playing.

Her eyes stayed glued to you, at least you thought with how far away she seemed. You’re eyes were definitely glued to her.

It seemed to make you sweat a little more the thought of her looking at you made your nerves hit the roof, something you had never felt before. You didn’t even know the woman, hell you didn’t even know what she sounded like and she had you feeling like this. A smirk plays onto your face as you watch her, if she was watching her why not give her a little show? Mikey then steps toward you, mic close to both of your mouths as you sing with him with his voice far higher than yours mixing perfectly.

He had a different look on his face than he did when he went up on stage, usually he looked tense and forcing himself to get loose with the music but now he looked more than loose. He looked comfortable and ready to play for the rest of the night if he could.

Maybe being back home wouldn’t be so bad after all.

A/N: oh don’t you worry y’all, the next chapter there will be interactions, give it time😏 like my others it’s just a little introductory.

This one won’t be as slow burn I suppose😒

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams #scream #tara carpenter #vada cavell #scream 6 #jenna ortega fanfic

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aealzx · 1 year ago

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“Uhhhh, we got more company,” Mikey announced unnecessarily, gaping up to try and figure out if this was a friend or foe. It only took only a moment for the smoke to clear enough for them to see green among the black, signifying it wasn’t one of Augustine’s soldiers. After that the first thing Raphael and Don noticed from the newcomer was the purple themed bandana and attire, then an unusual amount of bandaids on his limbs, and the rather familiar bo staff in his hand as his gaze swept the room. The next thing Raphael noticed was the quickly mounting rage behind the yellow eyes that locked onto their huddled group. Raphael had always known his brother Don was a soft soul, and probably couldn’t intimidate anyone to save his life. But his counterpart apparently had just absorbed all the venom, and Raphael felt Don tense beside him when the other Donnie’s gaze met his. A prickle of danger stinging the backs of their necks as the younger figure took in the situation, eyes rapidly flicking from them, to Lil Mikey held close to Raphael, to the blood on Lil Mikey’s arm, and the gauze in Don’s hands.

For a moment Raphael thought they were going to have to do some lightning fast explaining before getting a rage filled brother trying to bash their heads in. But instead a mostly transparent barrier began constructing itself over the huddled group even as the bay doors behind them began creaking open. The sturdy purple shapes reminded Raphael of the back of an armored vehicle, possibly even a tank, and it pulled his gaze for a stretch.

“Help him, or else.” The voice of the second mutant turtle that Raphael and Don had seen in the transmission sounded surprisingly fragile, and came as a hiss, but it still sent shivers unwillingly through Raphael’s form. Definitely Don’s evil twin.

“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do to help?!” Mikey shouted, cutting off in a yelp and ducking low behind the previously felled machine as more mechanoids clomped into the room and sprayed additional bullet fire. The bullets failed to come even close to the group huddled behind Donnie’s barrier though, bouncing off the newly formed shield and clattering against the wall and floor harmlessly.

“Fascinating. It’s like a shield constructed from ballista glass, yet it doesn’t seem to have the exact properties-”

“Don! Focus here,” Raphael snapped. He did not like the way Little Mikey’s movements were getting more erratic and sluggish, half cries of his brother’s name being whimpered.

“Right- Right,” Don twitched back, resuming his task of pressing the clean gauze onto Lil Mikey’s wound.

With Don back on track Raphael’s focus switched to the new Donnie, wanting to check on his physical well being as well as make sure he wasn’t going to get shot as well. There were new mechanoids in the room after all. He’d heard clattering behind him continuously from moments after Donnie had spoken, but he’d thought it was just some different machines than before being sent to kill them.

He was apparently wrong.

“I WARNED YOU AUGUSTINE!!” The younger Donnie’s crackly loud voice was followed by a familiar hiss of missiles that Raphael knew all too well from the spats they’d had with Hun and the Purple Dragons over the years. But even though Raphael braced himself for their barricade to be blasted to bits, the impact never came. Not to his back anyway. The shudder of the floor was dampened by distance, and the secondary familiar noise of a reactive combustion from machines being destroyed greeted his ears instead. Giving another glance to Don to make sure he was still focused, Raphael stole another peek over the barricade and the sight made his eyes widen in mild disbelief. Six more missiles the same hue as the barricade encompassing them constructed themselves in the air before blasting into the mechanoids coming into the room. Along with them various forms of blast canons pieced themselves together and thumped heavily on the ground, firing pulses of lasers into their enemies. And in the center of all the return fire Donnie’s form floated, suspended by whirling turbines jutting from his back.

Okay, the little Mikey had magic chains, and the little Donnie apparently had a magic arsenal. Wonderful. “.... Holy shell…,” Raphael muttered involuntarily, taking a moment to let that fact settle in his mind. This kid was demolishing a military arsenal on his own, with nothing physically on him but a fancy stick and backpack. At least they didn’t have to worry about mechanoids stepping on them. Now they just had to worry about accidental friendly fire. And the hiss of gas spraying from canisters clanging into the room was also a problem.

“More poison,” Raphael hissed, raising his hand to his mouth automatically and looking for the gas mask he’d discarded.

“It looks like the barrier will keep it out, but we can’t let Lil Mikey get exposed to any more of it,” Don responded, hands working fast to wrap a tight bandage around Lil Mikey’s shoulder so they could stabilize him until they got back home.

“Yeah, I think the other Don has that taken care of,” Mikey commented from where he was pressed low against his hiding place, eyes wide and holding the floor like a lifeline. While he was all for making their escape, they were still missing one brother, and he didn’t think they would be getting any words in to Donnie around the explosions. At least the young lad didn’t seem keen on leaving this room.

And at least it didn’t seem like Augustine’s army was endless. After one more barrage of missiles the mechanoids were reduced to smoking heaps on the floor, Donnie’s figure descended to the floor amidst the destruction. The settling silence allowed Mikey to breathe a sigh of relief, and Raphael drew a tense breath as he prepared to talk to the new Donnie. The lad still looked pissed, but also strangely detached from the situation as he landed lightly on his feet and turned to brokenly start walking towards them. What Raphael was going to say was cut off by Don catching sight of a small figure in the clearing smoke.

“Watch out!” Don shouted, having finished giving Lil Mikey first aid and lurching forward to his feet. Donnie’s eyes semi focused on him before he turned to look over his shoulder, a soft click and whir being his only heads up for the oncoming pain. The same mystic nullification energy from the previous machines blanketed the room through a rippling pulse originating from Augustine’s hand as she delicately stepped over the rubble. But this time it seemed the energy was either less refined, or higher in concentration. Donnie let out a strangled yell and flung his hands to his head, barely keeping from crumpling to his knees as his remaining constructs were ripped to particles, while Lil Mikey whimpered and pressed his head into Raphael. Augustine could only watch with barely contained disgust, a blaster gun sliding out from the only undamaged panel in the wall on her command.

“And I warned you to behave yourself,” Augustine almost hissed, anger seething under a maintained exterior.

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Hey 8'D I actually had this part, and the next one already typed along with the previous one. Just had/have to get drawings.

Also I totally spammed the Ultimate Weapon no. 7 remix of Emil's theme in Nier Replicant while drawing this X'DD

(someoddmix your comments recently have made me laugh so hard and are so motivating. thank you! X'D everyone else who comments regularly make me smile too)

#my art #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #cross dimension kidnapping #rise + 2003 crossover #donnie #writing #long post

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n33dlew0rk · 4 months ago

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Bad Boy Boogie

I’m thinking about how in The Dirt they depicted Vince Neil as someone who was not into the alternative scene as much as Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee were.

And I'm thinking about Steve being recruited in some glam rock band in a similar way after he’s been scraping the barrel for a few years because his poor excuse of a father kicked him out and cut him off for being queer:

He’s working dive bars, strip clubs, lame pool parties, whatever gets some food, smokes and the occasional joint on his table. He liked to sing when he was younger, but it was never something he thought would be one of his main income sources in his twenties. So it's like you know whatever, as long as it keeps him alive and kicking.

He’s not very social these days, too busy surviving the late 80’s. But someone from high school still remembers him from his King Steve days, knows what happened because of the typical small town talks + sees him kind of around the scene sometimes, between Indianapolis and Chicago, hears him sing lame slow ballads and chart stuff.

So after some laughs (he does not take the thing seriously at first) and some uncertainty (money is not guaranteed ofc), he gets recruited and slowly starts to fully embody this glam rock sexy kind of androgynous and ambiguously sensual charismatic frontman role.

They do good. Like really good. Papers talk about them, mothers pray clutching their pearls, kids go nuts. Their gigs are sweat, fishnets, smeared make-up, tall boots, short skirts, tight pants.

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Now cut to Eddie and Corroded Coffin, still a small town band, still dreaming big. But someone in their extended friend circle, probably someone a little bit less socially awkward than them, knows someone in Indi, who knows someone in Chicago, who finally hooks them up to open for a bigger band on a small state tour. Only it's Steve's band.

Eddie is fuming.

Not only did a fucking jock got to get bigger in music faster than him, he also did it in a genre that was not popular among metalheads. Even Metallica had feuds with Mötley Crüe, after all. You know that thin veil of elitism that makes metalheads a real pain in the ass despite how intensely GAY most of Judas Priest’s lyrics are.

By the way, back to Eddie.

Fuming.

He doesn't wanna go. Pleads the guys to please have some integrity, for fuck’s sake. Tries to convince the owners of The Hideout to make them play more nights.

But when money is thrown into it, like actual money, money like a month’s worth of day jobs, he can’t really say no to the proposition.

So they go.

Eddie refuses to even listen to the other band's demos, determined to spend the entire tour playing his own set and then getting blackout drunk in the back of the van for the remainder of the night.

He manages to do just that for the first two nights, until he gets cut off from the free alcohol because the bar owner is a sad greedy bastard.

And since spending a whole evening sober inside a van is not nearly as fun as he thought, he goes back inside, searching for his bandmates, barely managing to move through waves of sweaty half naked people and groupies.

A disappointed growl leaves his throat as the lights go down while he’s still in the middle of the pit. Scorned and absolutely annoyed to the core, he turns towards the stage, fully prepared to boo his way to the side of the room.

So you can imagine how totally and utterly shocked he is when Steve fucking Harrington appears: red cowboy boots under the tightest leather pants ever created by humankind, held together by flimsy flimsy strings on the sides. A brutally ripped white tank top (more like a sad reminder of it) under a goddamned leather harness with spikes and chains, all of this on top of his hairy, toned (is that glitter??) chest. Black make-up beautifully ruined under his rich brown eyes, a shadow of red lipstick on his lips. A black bandana tied around his forehead like a crown over his messy mullet (still rich in volume, that’s a magic trick the king still brings along for the journey).

Eddie feels like a lost greek sailor hearing the sirens for the first time.

Mouth: dry.

Hands: sweaty.

Jeans: dangerously tight.

The place feels like a fucking furnace and he cannot, for the love of all things unholy, tear his gaze away from Steve’s body, his face, the way he cups the microphone, how he grinds on the mic stand, how he falls onto his knees during guitar solos panting in front of his guitarist.

Lastly, I'm thinking about when the show is over and a phantom trace of Eddie’s rationality tries to persuade him that Steve will turn back into his jock self, preppy clothes and all, like a rock'n'roll Cinderella; but instead Steve smiles big to the crowd, tears the bandana from his head, wipes away some of the sweat from his neck and then stuffs the very same black bandana right into his right back pocket.

Gareth and Jeff literally have to drag poor Eddie out of the venue because his knees are so wobbly they stopped working indefinitely.

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OMG, the evil turtle 😭 our ROTTMNT boys will have to be very careful when approaching that little menace. Imagine that tiny monster destroyed all the guys’ things in just a small moment of inattention, and it even seems like it wants to take a bite out of one of its new big brothers (bringing back memories of when the evil turtle destroyed the toys it was given and almost ate Gumball when chasing him)

(Donnie is seeing himself lmao)

It seems we are still in the moment of dealing with the evil turtle 😭😭😭. Hope you like it ♡♡♡♡

Leo prided himself on being calm under pressure(he's not), but the tiny turtle perched in your tank was testing every ounce of his patience. You’d introduced the little menace as “Snappy,” and Leo had thought it was cute. That was before Snappy made it his personal mission to wreak havoc on everything in his path.

It started innocently enough. You’d stepped out of the room for a moment, leaving Leo alone with Snappy. He knelt by the tank, admiring the little creature.

“Hey, Snappy,” he said softly, tapping the glass. “You’re kinda cute for a tiny guy, huh?”

Snappy blinked lazily, then, with a sudden burst of energy, launched himself at the glass, mouth open like a miniature shark.

Leo jumped back. “Whoa, easy there!”

But Snappy wasn’t done. In the blink of an eye, the turtle had somehow escaped the tank and was now on the floor, scuttling toward Leo with alarming speed.

“Uh, (Y/N)?” Leo called, backing away slowly. “We’ve got a situation!”

Snappy lunged at his foot, sharp little jaws snapping dangerously close. Leo dodged, but not before Snappy caught the edge of his bandana, tearing a small hole.

You'd better never know how that little turtle jumped so high.

“That’s it,” Leo muttered, drawing his swords. “I’m not losing to a turtle.”

When you returned, you found Leo standing on your couch, swords drawn, while Snappy circled below like a predator stalking its prey.

“What the heck is going on?” you asked, barely holding back laughter.

“This thing,” Leo said, pointing dramatically at Snappy, “is pure evil.”

You scooped up Snappy, who immediately went docile in your hands. “Oh, come on, he’s harmless.”

Leo shot you a look, holding up his torn bandana. “Harmless? Tell that to my gear.”

Snappy blinked innocently, and you swore you saw the tiniest smirk on his face.

Raph wasn’t easily intimidated. He was the biggest, strongest of his brothers, and he’d faced countless enemies without flinching. But nothing prepared him for Kai.

When you introduced your pet turtle, Raph had laughed. “This little guy? He’s adorable.”

Kai, however, seemed to take offense.

It started when Raph bent down to get a closer look. Kai stared at him, unblinking, before suddenly lunging at the glass. The force rattled the tank, and Raph blinked in surprise.

“Feisty, huh?” he muttered.

Moments later, while Raph was distracted, Kai somehow escaped. When Raph looked up, the tiny turtle was scaling his leg like a mountain climber.

“Whoa! Get off, you little psycho!” Raph yelled, trying to shake Kai loose.

But Kai held on, snapping at anything within reach. By the time you returned, your apartment looked like a tornado had hit it. Raph was standing in the middle of the chaos, and Kai perched victoriously on his shell.

“What happened?” you asked, wide-eyed.

“That thing,” Raph growled, pointing at Kai, “is a demon.”

You gently picked up Kai, who immediately nuzzled into your hand like the perfect angel.

Raph narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, sure, act all sweet now. I know the truth.”

Kai blinked at him, and for a moment, Raph swore he saw a glint of pure mischief in those tiny eyes.

Donnie had always been a man of science, fascinated by the natural world. When you introduced him to your pet turtle, he was intrigued.

“This is Rio,” you said, gesturing to the tank.

Donnie adjusted his goggles, leaning in for a closer look. “Fascinating. A testudine of this size usually displays docile behavior, but he's... ugly.”

Donnie forgot for a second that he was interacting with a turtle of the same species as him. But you preferred to keep it quiet.

Rio blinked up at him, deceptively innocent. Donnie tapped the glass lightly, and Rio responded by launching himself at it, teeth bared.

Donnie pulled back, his brow furrowing. “Interesting.”

While you were in the kitchen, Donnie began jotting down notes, observing Rio’s behavior. But when he turned back to the tank, the turtle was gone.

“The fuc—”

Before he could finish, Rio appeared on the coffee table, where there were some of Donnie's inventions. The tiny terror moved with precision, knocking over delicate equipment, biting through wires, and leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

“No! Not the prototype!” Donnie yelled, lunging forward.

Rio evaded him effortlessly, scuttling under the table. By the time you returned, Donnie was on his hands and knees, the coffee table was a complete mess.

“What happened?” you asked, struggling to keep a straight face.

“Your pet,” Donnie said, holding up a chewed wire, “is a menace to society.”

You picked up Rio, who blinked innocently at Donnie. “He’s just a little curious.”

“Curious?” Donnie muttered, glaring at the tiny turtle. “He’s a walking disaster.”

Rio, of course, looked perfectly content, as if he hadn’t just destroyed hours of Donnie’s work.

Mikey was thrilled when you told him you had a pet turtle. “A little bro? No way!”

You brought him to the tank, where Ash was lounging on a rock.

“This is Ash,” you said.

Mikey leaned in, eyes sparkling. “Aw, look at him! He’s just like me!”

Ash, in response, lunged at the glass, snapping aggressively.

“Whoa, chill little dude,” Mikey said with a laugh. “He’s got some spice!”

While you stepped away to grab snacks, Mikey decided to introduce himself properly. “Alright, Ash, let’s be buds.”

He opened the tank to get a closer look. That’s when Ash made his move.

In a blur of tiny limbs, Ash escaped, landing on Mikey’s lap. At first, Mikey laughed, but then Ash began his reign of terror.

The tiny turtle scuttled across the room, knocking over Mikey’s skateboard, biting into a pizza box, and even shredding his skateboard design.

“Yo! Chill, dude!” Mikey yelled, chasing after him.

By the time you returned, Mikey was tangled in a mess of torn paper, pizza slices, and an upturned skateboard, with Ash sitting smugly on his chest.

“What the fu... What happened?” you asked, struggling not to laugh.

“Your turtle’s got mad ninja skills,” Mikey said, wide-eyed. “I think he’s trying to take over the world.”

You picked up Ash, who immediately snuggled into your hand. “He’s just a little energetic.”

Mikey sat up, shaking his head. “That little dude’s got more energy than I do.”

Ash blinked at him, and Mikey swore he saw a mischievous gleam in those tiny eyes. “I’ll be ready next time,” Mikey muttered, narrowing his eyes. “Game on, Ash.”

#reader #x reader #y/n #tmnt #tmnt x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #f!reader

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obaex · 2 years ago

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the one that chases you (two) - rafe cameron

summary: you adjust to life back on figure 8 and realize how much you missed it and how much someone there missed you

word count: 2k

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You slept fitfully, tossing and turning and weren't surprised when you found yourself lying in your bed watching the sun rise through bloodshot eyes. What was the first stage of grief? Denial? You were well passed that. There was no denying that JJ Maybank had no interest in holding down a relationship with you long term and was probably already circling in on his next hookup. The thought made you nauseous.

No, you were pretty sure you had successfully crossed into the next stage, anger. You regretted every moment that you spent wasted on him, pining over him. The things you had done with him, the way you had let him have your body after going on two 'dates' which consisted of hanging out at The Wreck with all of his friends. You were furious with him and with yourself. How could you be so naïve? How could you let him fool you like that?

Your anger pushed you out of bed as you began opening the drawers of your dresser, pulling out his t-shirts, hats, bandanas, and pictures of the two of you together, throwing them in a carboard box in the corner of your room, eager to erase his memory. That did little to quell that storm raging in your body; you looked down to see your hands shaking. You needed to blow off some steam. Your eyes landed on your nike running shoes. You used to run all the time, but had blown it off to hang out on the cut, indulging in weed, beer and whatever fried food Kie could scrounge up from The Wreck to share. You changed quickly, pulling on your sneakers and grabbing your airpods before thinking about it further.

You stretched half-heartedly in your driveway, pulling up your favorite playlist and then you let your feet carry you down your normal path, pounding the pavement, sending shockwaves up your calves and quads, arms pumping at your side. You were sprinting before long, trying to release the anger and frantic energy inside of you, craving the tightness in your legs and the burning in your lungs. No way you were going to make it more than a mile at this speed, but you didn't care. The pain felt good, both punishing and rewarding. Around the one mile mark, you had to stop, keening over, hands on your knees to catch your breath. You were sorely out of shape and you were sure your diet of bud light and fruit rollups over the last month wasn't helping anything.

You were bent over, taking heaving inhales and exhales when another figure ran by you at a lightning pace. You looked up quickly enough to see Rafe Cameron on a run of his own in a cutoff tank top, athletic shorts and his own pair of airpods. He acknowledged you with a brief wave and a smile as he rounded the block ahead of you. You didn't even have time to wave back as you struggled to catch your breath, your mind suddenly racing with the memories of the two of you running together almost every morning, matching each other's pace, taunting one another, racing each other. That had stopped when you started hanging out on the cut. JJ had made it clear that Rafe wasn't someone he wanted you spending time with.

Part of you wanted to run and catch up with Rafe, to explain what had happened, to apologize. But at the same time, he had just run right by you, he didn't seem phased. Not to mention, your legs were shot and there was no way you were catching up to him now. You turned around and walk-jogged back to your house.

When you got home you made yourself a protein shake, your body eagerly soaking up the first healthy nutrients you had fed it in months. You slid into the shower, letting the hot water soak your skin and indulging in the expensive beauty products that had been untouched for weeks, since you had nearly lived at the chateau where the boys only had three-in-one shampoo, conditioner and body wash. Which, upon further review, was extremely sus.

You spent the day at the beach with Sarah, soaking in the heat of the early summer sun. You could tell she was torn, wanting to spend time with you, while also wanting to spend time with John B and his friends. You had no desire to go back to the chateau, but you didn't want to make your situation her problem so that night she went to hang out with them without you, bringing the box of JJ's stuff with her as you stayed home alone. And honestly, the solitude wasn't the worst thing in the world. You made yourself dinner with the fresh ingredients your parents kept at home; you had been chugging water all day following your run and you had the first tanlines of the season. You felt good. It was like the haze was parting on the last six months of your life and you were finally getting back to who you were.

The next morning as you laced up your sneakers for your run, you could feel how sore your legs were. This was going to be brutal. You stretched out as best you could and then began to jog, trying to maintain a more reasonable pace than yesterday. You had slowly found your rhythm, your legs and lungs screaming in protest as you passed the one-mile mark and pushed forward.

"Y/L/N!" you heard someone shout, turning to see Rafe running up to you. He slowed his pace to match yours as you paused your music.

"Cameron" you acknowledged.

"It's been a while" he said, a statement that hung in the air like a question: Where have you been? Why did you leave?

"Aw, Cameron, you missed me!" you teased.

"Missed the look on your face every time I outran you."

"Nice try" you said, reaching out and shoving him with one hand as you both laughed. You continued in silence for a while, your breathing clearly more labored than his.

"You don't have to slow down to keep pace with me" you conceded.

"Eh, it's technically my rest day, I can afford to go easy" he said.

You glanced up at him, catching him smiling at you before returning focus to his run.

So began a daily routine, up early for runs with Rafe in the morning, days spent soaking in the sun and enjoying life back on Figure 8. You noticed the physical effect this was having on you: your morning runs and healthier diet had you leaner, days spent in the sun chugging water instead of napping all day and drinking beer had given you a deep tan and cleared your skin.

When you were hanging with the pogues it felt like a constant bash-fest for everything on this side of the island. Sure, Figure 8 had it's issues and assholes, but if you were honest you missed the comforts of this life, your plump mattress, the fully stocked refrigerator, air conditioning and showers that always ran hot. What surprised you most of all was how much you had missed Rafe. You had always been good friends; you felt like you knew a side of him that he didn't share with other people. You had relished that. But you had dropped it all the minute JJ said he didn't like Rafe and didn't want you hanging out with him. You didn't even question it, not wanting to strain your new relationship. You let Rafe's text messages and phone calls go unanswered until they slowed and stopped as he was resigned to your silence.

All of this was playing on an endless loop in your head on your run the following morning when Rafe interrupted you, taking in the scowl on your face.

"I can hear the gears turning in your head from here, what's on your mind?" he asked.

You slowed your pace to a stop, putting a hand on his arm to slow him down with you.

"Rafe, I owe you an apology. I am so sorry for how I acted. I can't believe I just ignored you like that" you said, running the back of your hand over your sweaty brow. "It's no excuse at all, I'm my own person, but JJ just had this hold on me. He had a way of eclipsing every part of my life and he didn't want me hanging out with you anymore. He made me promise."

"He what?" Rafe's tone surprised you.

"You know how it is. Kooks hate the Pogues, Pogues hate the Kooks and you are the poster child for this side of the island. He said we couldn't be together if I was friends with the 'King Kook'. I-I didn't know what to do, but I chose him over you. And I regret it. Seriously, I'm sorry."

Rafe was pacing back and forth with his hands on his head. A look of confusion, frustration, sadness and latent anger on his face. You could see a tic in his jaw as he worked it back and forth, thinking about how to respond.

"Please say something" you said, your mind whirling.

You didn't have JJ anymore, you were constantly having to share your best friend, you didn't want to lose Rafe too. As your adrenaline began to crash from your run and the feeling of anxiety over the abandonment you'd felt over the last few weeks caught up to you, you felt your eyes begin to water and you began to take deep breaths to prevent the tears from spilling over.

Rafe clocked the shift in your breathing and when he looked at you and saw tears in your eyes, it felt like a vice on his heart.

"Hey, hey" he said, "None of that, c’mere" as he wrapped you in his arms in a strong hug. Your skin stuck together, slick from the sweat of your run. The feeling of your warm body against his slowed his heartbeat. The feeling of his arms around you slowed yours.

"Are you mad at me?” you asked, your voice muffled against his chest.

"Honesty? I was, for a long time. I just didn't understand what I did wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong!"

"Yeah, I know that now. If I would have known then that Maybank was behind all of this I would have caved his face in."

"Rafe!"

"Still might.”

"Rafe!" you said, louder this time, pulling yourself from his arms to shove him away playfully.

"Can you blame me?" he said, his tone uncharacteristically serious. "We went from spending nearly every day together to complete silence overnight. I-I wasn't ok Y/N."

"I had no idea, Rafe. Sarah didn't say anything."

"Sarah didn't know, no one did. You know I don't let a lot of people in, least of all my sister. I don't deal well with people leaving like that, you know with my mom and everything..." he trailed off and started pacing again, chewing his thumb nervously, avoiding eye contact with you.

Realization struck you and suddenly you couldn't believe you had been so selfish. You had never stopped to consider how your absence would affect him. Your heart squeezed as you watched him before putting your arms around him again.

"I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

He slowly put his arms around you, sinking into your hold. "You promise?"

"I promise."

JJ was sitting up in bed, head pounding with the beginning of the day's hangover as he glanced at the naked girl beside him before reaching for his phone. He tapped through the insta stories from the night before before landing on one that had just been posted that grabbed his attention.

He whipped his phone across the room in anger and it bounced against the cardboard box of his belongings in the corner.

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gennyanydots · 2 years ago

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Grumpy Games

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

Part of the ‘Spitfire universe’ *can be read alone but best enjoyed read in the series.

TW: *18+ only Minors DNI. Adult situations vaguely mentioned. Paintball guns.

AN: is this accurate? Who knows. Not me.

You’re……..tired. You’re just tired. You feel like you’ve been tired for a while. It’s not even the sleepy tired, you’re just done. You would even go so far to say you’re grumpy. At everything. You try your hardest not to take it out on anyone especially your children but sometimes lately your fuse is just a little short. The breaks you get are nice. When someone offers to babysit or when Jake comes home from work. Jake always takes over for a while when he comes home which is amazing but it’s still a lot and it just all seems to be adding up lately. You’re not sure if anyone has noticed. You hope not. You try not to let it on that you’re anything but your normal self. You’re just a little more overwhelmed than normal. It’ll pass. It always does.

Today hasn’t been so bad. It was a Friday which means you have Jake for the next two days. Ella took an extra long nap this morning. Eli went to school without any fuss. He barely even noticed when you left. You were finally able to get a couple things done off of your ever growing to do list. You were even early to pick up Eli. That’s when the normalcy to your day ended.

After picking up Eli from daycare and coming home, you noticed a note taped to your door. It creeped you out for a minute before you got close enough and realized it had your name on it in a familiar handwriting so you quickly opened it and read:

“Darlin,

Change into some clothes that you can move around easily in and ones you don’t care if you get dirty. Drop the kids off with their grandma in their pajamas. She has further instructions for you.

Love you,

Jake”

Weird.

Best not to question Jake and his oddball ideas, so inside you went with the kiddos and got them ready for Penny’s house and then changed into some black leggings and a black tank top, both of which could get gross and you wouldn’t really care. Plus it’s not like Jake wouldn’t just buy you new ones. You loaded the kids back into the car and headed off to their grandma’s house. Eli was very excited to see his grandma. Penny always spoiled both of your kids, though everyone always spoiled them. At least you’ve gotten Eli to consistently say ‘Thank you’ lately so you feel a little bit better letting your husband’s large adopted family spoil the kids.

Penny was at the door when you arrived and when you stopped the car to park she held up a hand to stop you as she came outside. You rolled down your window.

“No use turning the car off just to turn it on again. I can get the little terrors out of the car,” Penny said with a smile. She went and got Eli out first, making sure he kissed you goodbye first, then set him down and then walked over to Ella’s car seat and grabbed her out and grabbed her diaper bag. Penny even leaned Ella slightly into the car so you could give her a goodbye kiss too.

“So, do you have any idea what this is all about?” You ask Penny as she puts Ella on her hip.

“I do,” she says with a grin.

“You’re not gonna tell me are you?” You ask.

“And ruin the surprise? Nope. But I have two things for you. Wait here,” Penny says before corralling your son into her house and passing Ella off to a waiting Amelia. She comes back out less than a minute later and hands you a piece of paper and a pink bandana. “You need to wear the bandana in some way and you need to go to this address.”

You wrapped the bandana around your head like a headband then looked down at the address, you have no idea where this is, “Is Jake going to murder me and leave me out in the desert?”

Penny laughs, “Of course not! First of all you’d fight back. Second of all at least 12 people would kill him on sight and five of those people wouldn’t mind going to jail.”

You shrug, “I guess you’re right.”

Penny grins, “I’m always right, babe. But enough chitchat. You need to get a move on. Also, I’m keeping your kids overnight. Okay bye!” She tapped the hood of your car as she walked back.

You looked at her funny before yelling, “Bye!” back as you reversed out of her driveway.

It took about 20 minutes to drive wherever the little piece of paper told you. When you pulled in there was a small building that had a pretty forest behind it. There weren’t any distinguishing features about the place. You still had no idea what you were doing here.

You parked your car and felt your phone vibrate in your hand and saw a text from Jake, “Come inside.” You read aloud. “Still giving ‘getting ax murdered in the woods by my husband vibes’ but sure let me just go into the nondescript building.” You laughed at your own words as you got out of the car and headed inside.

“Welcome!” A man called out as you walked in. You looked towards him behind a glass counter and walked up to him. He seemed to be the only one in the small shop. He looked to be older than you, maybe Mav’s age.

“Umm hi my husband gave me a piece of paper with this address?” You said as you looked around. There were some racks of clothing in the small shop. A lot of it camouflage.

“Your husband is Jake Seresin?” The man asks and you nod. “Perfect. Let’s get you set up.”

“Set up for what exactly?” You ask and worry your bottom lip.

“You’re going into battle, my dear,” the man said and smiled. “We have to get you fitted up before I turn you loose.”

“I don’t get it….” You say looking at him confused still. Battle? You? Nope. Not interested. Now a nap sounds good. Maybe you could battle nap.

“You will,” the man says and leads you through a doorway where you see a camo jacket over top of something on a bench. You’re not sure what but you know the jacket looks lumpy. “Jacket’s yours. If you get hot you can wrap it around your waist but know it might hurt more. Smart girl wearing black.”

“Umm thank you?” You say and walk over to the jacket and pick it up. Underneath it is a paintball gun filled with pink paint balls, some fingerless gloves, and a mask.

You look at the man questioningly who just nods at you. You put on the jacket and gloves and pick up the paintball gun.

“I’ll go over some rules and then explain how your game is going to work, okay?” The man says.

You nod and he goes over a few safety rules with you and explains how to use your gun.

“Now, here’s how your game is going to work. You are the pink team’s captain. You need to find your team members. You have 10 minutes to find your team members before the game starts. Your team members are all hiding but once you see them they can move and follow you. The green team isn’t allowed out until after the 10 minutes. You have a base. If a team member is on base they cannot be shot but they can only be on base for five minutes and then must be off for at least five minutes. There are extra paintballs and bottles of water at your base. There are five green team members, including your husband. Your team needs to get them all out by shooting them. One of them must be shot by you. You are not allowed to be shot unless all of your team members are out and I highly doubt that will happen. All the other players besides you are wearing pink or green shirts so it’s easy to distinguish between them. After an hour if you’re all still playing I will call time over a megaphone and I’ll have pizza here waiting and then you’ll go out again if you all want. Do you have any questions?” He asks after explaining everything to you.

“Who is on my team?” You ask.

“That is for you to find out,” he says with a grin. “My name is George. If you have any problems at all just start hollering my name and nobody is allowed to hit you. When I hear you I’ll pause the game and help you with whatever you might need.”

“Thank you, George,” you say and give him a kind smile. He helps get a few last things ready and makes sure your safety is on for you to run. He then leads you to a door leading outside and opens it and holds it open.

“Okay my dear, are you ready?” George asks.

“Ready!” You say back and bend your knees a little to sprint off when you can.

“On the count of three. One…… two…… three!” George yells and you run off into the woods.

You’re only running for about 30 seconds before you see your first teammate, Natasha, who joins you running to find the others.

Not too long after that you hear, “Baby girl!” You grin and head towards the voice seeing Javy casually leaning against a tree, “Took you long enough.”

“I literally just started,” you said and laughed.

He grins and nods his head towards his right and the three of you are off in that direction.

“How many people are on our team?” You ask the other two.

“We have six. Green has five,” Javy says.

You nod then see a flash of pink. You head over and see Maverick who seems to be chatting with someone, “Found you!” You yell and he turns to you smiling. As you get closer you see who he had been talking to.

“Is that Warlock?” You turn to Natasha and ask.

Warlock laughs, “Getting to shoot those other guys was too good of a time to pass up.”

You smile, “I’m glad you were able to come out then. So, who are we missing?”

Javy sighs, “Your son’s favorite uncle who isn’t his godfather.”

You smile, “Oh good! I’m sure he will love shooting at Jake.”

Just then you hear a megaphone, “Five minute warning!”

“C’mon let’s get to the base,” Maverick says and starts leading you all towards the base. The base ends up being just a wooden platform on the ground. The base is also where you find Bradley.

“I figured it was the best place to start,” Bradley says and shrugs.

“Two minute warning!” Comes over the megaphone.

Maverick has you all circle up then starts “Okay, so we’re looking for Hangman, Yale, Payback, Bob,…”

“Bob betrayed me?! My own husband?!” You exclaim.

Warlock looks at you funny, “I thought you were Seresin’s wife.”

Javy puts an arm around your shoulders, “She is. Bob is her backup husband. It used to be me but I was a terrible birth partner.”

You shrug, “It’s true.”

Warlock nods, “I’m not going to pretend I understand any of that.”

You giggle.

“Okay, team we only have a little longer,” Maverick says and the group of you get to work on a plan. You may be team captain but you decided that Maverick and Warlock were in charge of strategy. Bradley and Javy are your body guards. Natasha is your sniper. And you? You’re bait. Since you can’t be shot until everyone else on your team gets shot (since you lack any sort of military training) then you can run around out in the open with no consequences.

You will walk around and try and coax the green team out and then Bradley or Javy will shoot them unless you can take the shot in which case you have to take the chance. Natasha will be hiding. That’s all you know. You didn’t question it at all. Maverick and Warlock will be switching off at the base and will take over if anyone gets shot.

An alarm goes off and you hear, “Game starts now!” over the megaphone.

Once the alarm stops you look around and everything is silent. You can’t see anyone, just trees. Clearly everyone was taking this very, very seriously. You stand holding your gun and turn in different directions trying to hear anything. Still nothing. Better change tactics.

“Ohhhhh Jaaaaaaaake!” You call walking in a random direction. You have no idea if he’s this way at all but its as good an option as any.

“Jake!” You yell then try and listen. Still nothing. “Baby! I miss you! Come out, come out wherever you are!”

You walk some more still not hearing anything, not even your bodyguards which you feel like is impressive especially for Bradley. He gets a gold star.

“Hey Jake! If you come out, later I’ll do that thing you really like,” you call out. “You know with my mouth and…..”

You hear a snicker and then a splat and you turn towards the noises seeing Logan and you smile at him, “You’re out.”

Logan sighs and shakes his head and heads off in some way. You’re not sure where he’s going but you’re not sure where you are so hopefully he’s going where he’s supposed to.

“Good job, body guards,” you say and continue walking. Hmm. How to get another one out of hiding.

Over the megaphone comes, “Yale is out!”

Well that’s nice to know everyone will stay in the know with who is still playing.

One down. Four to go.

Fifteen minutes go by and you still don’t see or hear anything until off in the distance you hear a couple of the paintball guns go off. Four minutes later you hear, “Payback is out!” and then “Maverick is out!” Dammit.

At least now it’s just three more to go.

“Oh Bobby!” You call. “I’m hurt that you’re playing against me. How could you do that?! I want a divorce!”

You continue walking aimlessly every once in a while yelling Jake or Bob’s name.

A couple minutes later you hear a paintball gun go off behind you and a, “Dammit!” as you see Javy come out from behind a tree.

“Javy! No!” You say and run over to him. “Did you see who did it?”

Javy shakes his head but points to the side, “It came from over there. Be careful out here, baby girl.” He kisses your forehead and heads towards the building you assume. Two minutes later you hear, “Coyote is out!” over the megaphone.

Now you’re down two players each. Thankfully you have an extra player so you’re still in the lead.

“Oh Jacob!” You call and head towards the direction Javy said the paintball came from.

A little ways away you hear more paintballs being fired and then a couple minutes later, “Warlock is out.”

Well. That’s not good.

Now it’s evenly matched. Vaguely evenly matched. You’re barely a player. You haven’t even shot your paintball gun yet.

You see a flash of green fabric then sneak towards where you saw it. You come up behind the person and shoot them and surprisingly enough you hit them in the back.

They turn around and you realize it’s Bob, “Aww c’mon sweetheart, did you do that on purpose? I heard you earlier.”

“I did not realize who it was but I’m glad I did it. You’ve betrayed me, Robert. I’m very upset. I’m contacting my lawyer about the divorce,” you say as you cross your arms.

“I’ll buy you those ice cream bars you like and help you hide them from Jake,” Bob says and holds his arms out.

You grin and run into his arms and hug him, “You’re forgiven.”

He hugs you back and chuckles, “I better head back. See you soon.” He lets go of you and starts to walk off with a wave.

You blow him an exaggerated kiss and wave back. A minute later you hear, “Bob is out!”

That leaves two on the green team and three on yours.

Ten minutes go bye of you walking around aimlessly before you hear some more paintballs splattering. Two minutes later you hear, “Phoenix is out!”

“Fuck!” You say and realize you might want to head back to your base for safety and maybe not stand out in the open.

Not even a minute later you hear more paintballs and Bradley yell, “Dammit!”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You take off running. Somehow you make it to your base and hear, “Rooster is out!” You’re safe. For five minutes. You sit down on the platform to catch your breath and drink some water. It’s almost peaceful until you hear twigs snapping and you look up seeing Mickey standing ready to shoot, “I’ve been timing you. You have about a minute left.”

“Rude,” you say and glare at him. You both stare at each other before you hear a beeping coming from Mickey’s watch.

“Time’s up,” he says and aims his gun.

You sigh and go to take a step off the platform before you hear a paintball fired and Mickey yelling.

“What the hell?! We’re on the same team!” Mickey yells and you see Jake coming out from behind a tree.

“You’re a dumbass if you think I’m going to let you shoot my wife,” Jake says and shoots Mickey again.

“I’m already out!” Mickey yells and Jake laughs.

“That one was for being a dumbass,” Jake says grinning.

Mickey grumbles and starts back towards the building.

You smile at Jake, “Hi baby.”

“Hi darlin’, are you having fun?” He asks and holds out a hand which you look at wearily.

“I am but we’re still playing and I don’t trust you,” you say and aim at your husband who laughs.

“Shoot me. I’m not a dumbass. I’m not shooting my wife. I like sleeping in my bed thank you very much,” Jake says and holds his arms out.

You smile and shoot him in the chest, “Yay! I won!” Jake smiles and walks over to you and hauls you into his arms for a hug then kisses you softly.

“Of course you did. Like hell anyone else was winning,” Jake said and kissed your cheek before letting go of you and holding out a hand for you to take.

“What a gentleman,” you say and take his hand. “Why are we playing paintball?”

“You needed to get away from home,” Jake said matter of factly. “I know my wife and my wife has been grumpy. You tried very hard to hide it but I know all your tells. So I decided you needed to do something you’ve never done and I googled some stuff and found this place. George was nice enough to help me set this up.”

“I like George,” you say with a smile.

“He came up with your special rules,” Jake said as the two of you came into view of the building.

“Thank you, Jake. For all of this. I needed this,” you say as you stop and turn to look at your husband who stops too.

“I would do anything for you, darlin’. You know that,” he says and smiles down at you.

“I know,” you say and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss which he happily does.

He pulls away slightly after a couple seconds, “So, about that thing with your mouth….”

You laugh and shake your head before the door to the building opens and you hear Natasha yell, “Let’s go, love birds. Pizza’s here!”

You smile at each other and walk hand in hand towards the building. Jake holds the door open for you and you reach up and kiss his cheek and quickly whisper, “Penny does have the kids tonight…”

Jake grins and pumps a fist.

You head inside and call to Jake, “After my team kicks your team’s butt again.”

“Oh you’re goin down, darlin’,” Jake says and jogs to catch up with you and playfully swats at your butt.

You laugh, “We’ll see about that.”

*Warlock and Maverick helped you wipe the floor with Jake’s team the second game.

** Jake couldn’t have cared less

#Jake hangman Seresin x f!reader #hangman x female!reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #spitfire universe

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worlds-end-discotheque · 3 months ago

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excuse me while I add a third Disco Elysium OC to my roster...

God, I love how this game is written. It's so fun to just... make little blorbos based on how Harrier du Bois' fucked up brain voices will see them. A heehee. Giggle.

Anyway, enjoy~ He's still being developed, but I hope this teaser will tide some of yous over <3

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VISUAL CALCULUS: A young man. No older than his late 20s. 172 centimeters, approximately 68 kilograms. Bright, outgoing-- probably has loads of friends.

LOGIC: Someone this popular doesn't take for a solo flâneur.

ENCYCLOPEDIA: "Flâneur"-- the coolest of the cool, but in that introspective, cool international poet way. A person without chains or concerns, wandering the urban paths for no better reason than the city has solid ground and the flâneur has feet. Basically, this kid is flâneuring right now-- aimlessly milling about, simply for the pleasure of it.

HALF-LIGHT: Or so he says.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: What kind of crowd would someone this cool and casual draw?

1. What does he look like?

Me. I'm his crowd. He rolls with guys like me.

Seems like a pop-collared prick if you ask me. I don't even need to see him to smell it. Elitism, baby.

Why do we care? We're just asking directions.

PERCEPTION: Now, remember-- you can't determine everything there is to know about a guy based on how he looks, brother.

LOGIC: But we can guess.

PERCEPTION: Sure. He's got a lot of pockets. A dark, snug-fitting ribbed tank top. A t-shirt, cropped at the ribs. A heavy-duty canvas worker's jacket, again with lots of pockets. A bandana around his neck. Work gloves, a duffel bag - so many pockets - and a good, strong pair of leather work boots.

SHIVERS: Hang on. Something isn't right here.

HALF-LIGHT: This whole time, you've been listening to his casual directions, the Lieutenant jotting each one down with quiet affirmations of 'mhm' or 'what's next?' You've been looking at him, haven't even taken your eyes off him.

SHIVERS: But neither has he.

HALF-LIGHT: He's been watching you, watching him.

[SKILL CHECK: COMPOSURE -- GODLY: SUCCESS] You manage to look almost bored, lazily passing your eyes over him again, paying extra attention to what you see.

PERCEPTION: We missed something.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: He runs with an alternative crowd. But not with them. This kid doesn't have an air of popularity-- it's infamy. Look at his bootstraps.

ENCYCLOPEDIA: Revolutionary groups often adopt subtle signs to recognize one another in the wild, especially when expressing a certain view or lifestyle which may invite dangerous interactions. This young man is gritty, savvy in your Marazovian sociopolitical lingo. He's a comrade, of the working class.

HALF-LIGHT: No. Not a comrade. He may not be a fascist, but he's not quite our friend.

PERCEPTION: Check his boots again.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: Blue laces. For the code.

ESPRIT-DE-CORPS: Cop-killer.

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emilylawsons · 8 months ago

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Tess/Joel + kiss to hide their faces from pursuers

Ohhh okay! This was kinda fun to write. I forget I enjoy digging into canon Tessjoel. Enjoy!

Kissing Prompts

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The alleyway they cut down was dark and narrow, just enough time to give them a plan. Tess knew it had been a bad tip as soon as the information came in. Tommy had already infiltrated a group of Fireflies, and even they hadn’t heard a thing about bricks of cocaine that were supposedly being freshly stashed in the sewers. The leftovers from before the outbreak had been cleared out years ago, and no one who was making and dealing anything was stupid enough to keep entire stashes together. Not even the outsiders fending for themselves.

Yet they’d followed a lead, a whisper from some goon Robert and Malik were dealing with. All that was waiting for them was a bunch of pissed off renegades hiding out beneath the QZ to smuggle shit in and out.

And, unfortunately for all of them, FEDRA found them. Just as Tess and Joel had.

“Lose the jacket,” Tess whispers urgently, pulling the tie and bandana out of her hair and shaking it out.

She tears off the flannel she’d borrowed from Joel’s wardrobe and lifts her t-shirt over her head, leaving her in only a tank top. The spring afternoon has drifted on warm anyway.

They deposit the discarded clothing into a bin and find their way out of the alleyway into a larger crowd. The volume of citizens in the street is enough to keep them covered while Tess spots a couple of FEDRA soldiers.

Headed right in their direction.

Tess tugs on Joel’s hand, and he sees them too. They try to walk at a normal pace to not attract attention. But as the soldiers draw closer, their faces become clearer. Tess knows one of them will recognize her.

Without thinking, she grabs Joel by his t-shirt and tugs him close, wrapping her arms around him and fusing her lips to his. This particular kiss is the kind they only share in their apartment. In the dark. Between the sheets. The kind that has him groaning into her mouth and has her tugging at his hair and letting the tip of her tongue slide across his bottom lip. He doesn’t ask questions, though, just kisses her back with equal fervor.

Tess, out of the corner of her eye, catches the guards running past. They don’t pay them a bit of attention. As far as they’re concerned, she and Joel are just a couple of oversexed adults who can’t keep themselves off each other in public.

Perfect.

Quickly, Tess breaks away from the kiss, taking in her breathless, flabbergasted partner.

“One of them saw my face before we got out,” she explains. “Couldn’t let them see me.”

Joel nods. “Good thinking.”

The walk back to their district of the QZ is quiet. They’ve lost the guards, and they won’t be arsed enough to come looking for them later.

Joel unlocks their apartment, ushering her inside first. Before she can kick off her boots, he’s pushing her against the nearest wall and resuming the kiss she’d abruptly removed herself from.

“You’re insane,” he tells her. “Kissin’ me like that in public.”

She pants into what little air is between them. “Just trying to protect us both.”

His kisses trail down her neck and to her shoulder, where he sinks his teeth. “Whatever you say.”

It’s all she needs to tug at his clothes and for the two of them to stumble toward their old, beat up sofa. They don’t even make it to the bed.

It’s been a dry, long-ass week.

#ask kayli #tessjoel #tlou #the tipsy bison #my fic

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seajaneradio · 1 year ago

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Hiya! For your ask game, what headcanons, if any, do you have for Kohane?

Heya! Thank you so much for your ask! Kohane is an adorable little creature, so I certainly hope you enjoy these! <3

Kohane has a teal blue switch lite that she brings in her bag everywhere. She loves playing those really calm, casual games, the ones that have the really dreamy sounding music. Here’s the thing though. No one has ever caught her playing it! Well in truth, she’s too nervous to play it outside in case someone sees her or in case it gets damaged somehow. So she packs it in bag every morning, excited to play it that day, but just plays when she gets back home. It’s for moral support!

She’s actually not afraid of bugs at all. One time a bee got inside of the classroom and while everyone was flinching away from it, it landed right on Kohane’s arm. “It’s okay, little bumble bee! I’m Kohane, I’m going to move really slowly to take you back outside, okay?” Everyone praised her for her bravery; Kohane actually used this as a chance to ask everyone if they could plant more flowers at the school garden. Now there’s a bunch of Kohane loving bees covered in pollen on their school grounds.

Kohane takes really good care of her shoes. She has a special handkerchief to wipe off dirt and a homemade spray of mixed home cleaning materials that works like a charm to get all that gunk off. Akito asked for tips, but his shoes still aren’t as shiny as hers. It’s like she has a secret…

Whenever the squad goes to the local convenience store for snacks, Kohane always buys one of those small candles for a buck. She likes the ones that smell like fruit and grass; whenever the gang has sleepovers, she always lights one to set the mood for their totally deep talks. It’s one of her favorite things to do!

Kohane owns a lot of band tees from concerts that she goes to, but she’s so small that many of them reach down to her knees. Everyone thinks it’s adorable. She actually wears a lot of them during practice sessions!

Kohane is one of the poor souls who has back acne; she’s super insecure about when she wears tank tops. On one hot summer night of a sleepover with Minori and Shiho, she waddled into the room and said “sorry for looking like this,” but Minori just gasped. She jumped up and said “Wanna see mine too!?” Knowing that even idols have bacne really made her perspective of herself change.

An has a lot of bandanas. Like, a lot. So she gifted Kohane a few and Kohane uses them for so many different things! Her favorite one has sunflowers on it and she ties that on the hook of her pants all the time. She wears them as accessories around her wrists sometimes, too. An is always super excited to see how she styles them the next day!

There you have it! I love thinking of Kohane slowly taking on traits of her friends and unlearning self consciousness. These were so fun to do! Thank you again for your ask! <3

#project sekai #pjsk #prsk #ask box open #inbox open #headcanons #project sekai headcanons #kohane azusawa #vbs kohane

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netflixnormalthings · 1 year ago

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would you like some ronance on this fine october for ronancetober day one. blurb under the cut

“Hey, Robs.”

Robin groans as she wakes up; Nancy gently tapping her shoulder.

Pulling the blanket over her head, she squints at the time.

“Nance, isn’t this a little earlier than necessary?”

“I know. I’m making coffee for us”

At that, Robin shoots her a sleepy grin and opens her eyes fully.

Nancy leaves her to begin the ordeal of getting dressed– turns out, according to Hopper, it was not a good idea to wander through the toxic air of the Upside Down without better protection.

Sitting there in a tank top and boxers, Robin takes a moment to trace the scars that litter her body. A year on into the whole Upside Down invasion of Hawkins thing, there are quite a few.

Since then, survivors have been taking jobs. Her and Nancy were placed on a patrol shift. It’s riskier compared to most of the other jobs, but the creatures of the Upside Down started staying away once they realized there were about five million new fun and creative ways dreamed up for them to die.

Besides, it means a little bit of breathing room from the confines of the walls, and more time to talk with Nancy without the government breathing down their necks.

Tucking her sweater into her (thick, made of weird material, government approved) pants before donning her protective jacket and gloves, Robin squints at herself in the mirror.

Her hair is shorter now, clipped with the excuse of practicality so that the government doesn’t pull a McCarthy and kick her out for supposed suspicious behavior. It’s a little messy, but everyone is less put together with the whole end of the world thing going on.

Her bandana and visor will hide the freckles. Nancy said she likes them. Of course, it’s not like they will be out on patrol the whole day. Just a few hours.

She fiddles with her belt buckle for a minute, fluffing up her hair a bit more before stepping out into the kitchen of her and Nancy’s apartment. The government tried to put everyone near people they knew, and as legal adults they got their own.

It was one of the new ones set up, fortified against the acidic air. They’re right by the Byers-Hopper arrangements and the Wheeler one as well. Max, Lucas, Dustin, and Steve aren’t too far away, either.

The close proximity of the people who really do care about her helped to deal with the fact that her mom pretty much ditched her. That was hard. Still is, and it makes Robin wonder if she just wasn’t good enough to be loved.

But she has people by her side now. The kids, Steve, and Nancy. Even Joyce and Karen seem to have taken a liking to her, and while Hopper still eyes her grumpily, the distaste for one another is at least mutual.

Besides, the living situation has been especially nice since her and Nance started dating 6 months ago.

#ronancetober #ronancetober 2023 #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #in which i talk abt things #stranger things #lu can maybe write

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angelmichelangelo · 2 years ago

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for the whumpy 5 minute fic prompts, i'd love to see "you stayed--" 👀👀

Casey blinks and the world comes back to him.

Like turning over the channel, he supposes. It all comes to him at once. There’s the sloping curve of the lab ceiling. The bubbling sound of the algae pool. Timothy blankly staring out of the tank, bulbous eyes frozen in his direction.

Eyes roll around to confirm his location. Donnie’s desk is piled up with a slew of experiments, all different from the last but he knows the rate in which the turtle starts something, gets distracted and turns to something else before finishing what he’d started.

Ha. And they said that Mikey was bad.

He laughs, then coughs, then winces and before he can try to sit up there’s already a voice warning him not to.

“Don’t do that, idiot.”

He turns his head. Raph isn’t usually a comment contender for things which are usually found in Donatello’s lab but then again neither is Casey, nor unless he’s really bored. And he doesn’t remember falling asleep here but he’s flat on his back and there’s something warm pulled up over him.

“You cracked a rib,” Raphael tells him flatly. He’s slumped backwards on the office chair, scooting a little closer, his mask hangs loose around his neck, not usually a look he would wear but without the fabric around the top half of his face, Casey can see the tiredness etched around his eyes.

And, wait. Cracked a rib? He tries to sit up again and Raph just huffs and wheels himself to the very edge of the bed and places a hand over his chest. He doesn’t even have to apply any pressure whatsoever for Casey to sink back against the cot bed with a hiss.

“Where are the others?” Casey asks, wincing at how gravely his voice sounds. How long was he out?

“Chasing after bacon breath and the dinosaur,” Raph informs him. His hand slides away and goes to fiddling with his wrist wrapping. “How’re you feeling?”

Casey blinks. Okay. Being smacked in the torso by a four hundred rhino at full speed was starting to feel more familiar as the dull ache in his middle was refusing to shift. He feels his face pull into a frown, and Raph catches on because there’s a look of concern blazen across his face and Casey huffs the tiniest of laughs.

“I’m fine,” he assures him. “Really. Just a broken bone.”

Raph huffs, dejectedly, he also throws in a good old eye roll for good measure.

“Stupid humans and their stupid ribs at the front of their bodies,” he mumbles. “You know, you guys aren't designed very well,” he adds in a more louder voice.

Casey hums. “Yeah well not all of us are lucky to be born with built in armor,” he retorts. Then, “wait, you said the others were going after Bebop and Rocksteady?”

Raph nods, then pins Casey with a look that screams that he’s warning him. “And don’t you dare start bitching about it to me. You can sit this one out, Jones, whether you like it or not. Doctor Donnie’s orders, punk.”

Casey scoffs. “Casey Jones doesn’t sit out and—” he stops himself short. Blinking, he looks to Raph and frowns.

“Wait. You said the others are… out fighting?”

Raph scowls at him, clearly annoyed. “What, you smacked your head as well? Yeah, dumbass I just said that. You sure you’re okay, Case?”

Casey shakes his head. His throat bobs. “No I just mean. They’re out there. You’re… here. With me.”

Raph’s look of annoyance is quickly replaced with something akin to bashfulness. Something he’s eager to hide as he clears his throat and straightens himself up in his chair, he flaps his hands uselessly.

“Yeah well someone needed to keep an eye on your before you got yourself hurt some more or did something crazy or stupid like you always do, and—”

“—you stayed?”

The silence that follows is heavy. The algae pool has never seemed louder.

Raph scoffs and if he was capable of blushing, Casey bets he would be. Maybe as red as his bandana, he just has a feeling and he knows it isn't the meds Donnie probably pumped him full of.

“Just shut up,” Raph mutters under his breath, eyes nervously darting away from his. “Before I break the rest of your stupid bendy bones."

Casey laughs. And it hurts like an absolute bitch, but it’s worth it if it means Raph fussing over him.

#thank you anon #dunno if this is what you expected but here! have some good old fashioned rasey <3 #hehe :3 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt fic #rasey #ask #anon

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Hi summer!

For the self ship game 🍵 with all of your ships! Hope you have a good night!

GIGIIII HELLAUR MY SWEETS!!! I HOPE UR NIGHT IS SWELL <<33

🍵do you have any pets with your f/o? if not, what kind would you like to adopt? how do they act around animals?

sumoru - yes :33 we have one (1) dog and it's a husky and he and satoru shout at each other all. of. the. time. sometimes i come home after running errands and i can hear them in the house arguing 🤨. satoru isn't even saying words he's just making loud sounds in retaliation and both of them fight to get the last word

sugumer - yes <3 we have a black cat with suguru's almost exact personality it's just like having two of them around the house. they slink around all sneaky like and they love cuddling up next to me. literally suguru and meowguru in the same household

sumrei - after we get our relationship sorted, yes, we have fish :3 we have several little goldfish in a large tank with many cute decorations, and we take turns feeding them. they love us very much and they swim up to the glass when we look in <<33

kirssum - ABSOLUTELYYY we have a dog ehehe :3 it's a medium-sized mixed breed that we got from a shelter, both of us treat him like our son and jean buys them bandanas to wear so he always looks extra extra cute <<<333

saisum - no pets i fear <3 both of us are good with animals but we are simply too busy, we're more of plant parents and have some succulents around the house :333 if we retired or something we would get a kitten, other than that the closest thing we've had to a pet was overgrown rover after they shrunk </3

susasu - YES we have one dog, we have one small, black dog and his name is cody (this is based off a real dog i have taken care of) anddd we maybe get a kitten in the future that we find on the streets :3 cody prefers my company over theirs (he's normal with satoru and beefs a little with suguru. it's okay they still love each other they're just frenemies)

sumhan - i'm not sure if it can be considered a pet ? it's the same bird outside that we feed whenever we see it, so it knows us :3 hange gets jealous because my office isn't below ground so i can let the bird in through my window sometimes hehe

selfship ask game!

#sum'z selfshipz #˗ˏˋ summy playz.ᐟ ˎˊ˗#sumoru ᯓ★#sugumer ᯓ★#sumhan ᯓ★#sumrei ᯓ★#kirssum ᯓ★#saisum ᯓ★#susasu ᯓ★#⋆⑅˚₊ hi gigi .ᐟ #.𖥔 summy answerz .ᐟ ๋࣭ ⭑

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kaminocasey · 2 years ago

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The Cottage Part 4

Summary: While Rex is away on his mission with the Ghost Crew, you remember all of your firsts. Pairing: Rebels!Rex x Reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut! Angst? Feelings. Daddy kink? WC: 2.8K A/N: I just really love this man.

The Cottage Masterlist

As Rex is still gone with the Ghost Crew, you spend your days reminiscing on your firsts together. The first time you spoke to him and how nervous you were. Your first date and why it was the last first date you’d ever want to go on. Your first kiss and how excited you were to finally get to taste him. You think about the first time you had sex and how much you craved him. The way he asked you to be his wife right after almost losing each other… And then, you remember your wedding and the first night you spent together as husband and wife. It makes you miss him more than anything in the world. Hopefully, he’ll be home any day now.

“You’re staring at him again.” Zeb teases you.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes and finish up your maintenance rounds with the Ghost crew.

“Just go talk to him.” Sabine nudges you.

You look up at Rex again and he’s smirking at you, as if he knows exactly what you’re thinking. Could this man possibly feel the same way? There’s no way a man of his experience and charm could possibly be interested in you. You were a mechanic… a nobody.

“If you don’t, I will.” Lenian teases you.

“I will later. I look like shit right now.” You whisper.

You have your bandana holding your hair back and your jumpsuit is tied around your waist, revealing your oil stained tank top. You’re a mess.

“He doesn’t care about that.” Sabine encourages you.

“I’ve never even spoken to the man before. What am I supposed to say?” You wipe your hands and toss your towel at Zeb.

“Just be yourself.” Hera winks.

“Have you met me?” You ask, exasperated.

“She’s got a point, you know.” Kanan tells Hera, teasing you.

With a grunt, you slowly walk over to Rex. He puts down the crate he was carrying to greet you.

“Hi, Capt- Rex.” You smile and introduce yourself.

“Oh, I know who you are.” He leans against the crate to sort of come down to your level, smiling kindly, using a towel to wipe the sweat off his forehead and tossing it onto his shoulder.

That shouldn’t have been that attractive.

“You do?” You ask, clearly surprised.

“Yeah, I always see you reading your book over in the hangar in your downtime.” He grins down at you.

Wow, he’s tall. And handsome. And he’s noticed you. And remembers you.

“Yeah, that sounds like me.” You chuckle awkwardly.

Your first date with Rex goes a little smoother. He packed a picnic and took you out to a cliff that overlooked the huge trees.

As you sit near the edge of a large cliff, you watch the sunset on the horizon. You’d never been this far up before, so you had no idea that the sunsets could be this beautiful.

“Wow, I’ve never seen a more beautiful sunset.” You tell him with a soft smile.

“It is nice, but definitely not as beautiful as you.” Rex smiles back.

There were days that all you could do was hope for this moment and now that it’s happening, you don’t know what to do or say. Rex made you nervous. He’s so commanding and confident.

“You’re too kind.” You feel your face go warm.

“Only speaking the truth.” He nudges his leg against yours. “Let me ask you something.”

“Sure.” You take a drink from the cup in your hand.

“Why did you wait so long to come and talk to me?” He asks you.

“Are you kidding? Do you know the reputation you have?” You laugh. “Former Captain of the GAR. All your battle experience. The confidence you carry yourself with. How could I just come talk to you?”

He leans in toward you. “I’m glad you finally did.”

“You could have come and spoke to me first, you know.” You poke him in the shoulder, making him grin.

“How could I when you’re either always working or have your nose buried in a book?” He laughs.

“Fair enough.” You playfully roll your eyes.

The first time you brought him back to your tent is a night you’ll never forget.

Rex lingers outside your tent with you, playing with your fingers. Neither one of you wanted to let the other go. You’d been seeing each other for a few weeks, when you could get a moment to yourselves, and you’d been waiting for him to make the first move. So far, he’d taken things rather slow, only kissing you on the cheek or kissing your hand.

“Rex?” You whisper softly.

“Yes?” He whispers back.

“Do you want to come in?” You grin up at him.

“I’d like that very much.” He nods.

You lead him into your tent and zip it shut behind you. Rex stands in the middle of the tent, awkwardly, making you realize you’d never seen the older man so nervous before.

Walking to him, he meets you halfway, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Do you know how long I’ve been wishing you’d kiss me?” You murmur. “Waiting for you to make a move?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was just after a certain thing.” He chuckles.

“I know you aren’t, Rex. But I really want that certain thing with you.” Your lips ghost across his, his beard tickling your face, but enjoying how it feels.

“You’re sure? I’m not like those young flyboys out there.” He murmurs, running his hands up your back.

“That’s what I’m counting on.” You grip his shirt in your fists, pulling him closer to you.

“Well, in that case…” He trails off, crushing his lips to yours.

His lips are firm and strong against yours, yet soft and giving. It’s nice. You’d never wanted another person so badly in your life. Somehow, Rex understands that and starts to pick you up in his arms, his hands resting on your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist. He moans softly against your lips and you let out a needy sigh.

Rex backs you up against the pole in the middle of the room that keeps the center of the tent up. You reach down and unbuckle his belt, making him let out a low hum, indicating that he wanted you just as bad.

That night, the two of you proved over and over how much you wanted the other. And neither of you spent a night away from each other again unless Rex was on a mission.

You start to think about how Rex asked you to marry him right after a mission that you had tagged along on and how you barely escaped with your life.

“That was a close one.” Zeb pats you on the back as he passes by to go up to the cockpit to check in with Hera.

“Who knew you could shoot so well. Great job.” Sabine compliments you, walking past you to join Zeb and Hera.

Kanan pats you on the back and Ezra bumps his fist against yours. Then they notice Rex staring at you and make themselves scarce.

You look at Rex and he’s staring at you with an unsure look.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him, thinking he’s going to get angry with you. “I know I was supposed to stay on the ship but I saw them coming after you and I panicked.”

Rex walks toward you, wordlessly, until you’re looking up at him.

“Rex, I’m sor-” He cuts you off by kissing you deeply, pulling you into his arms.

“I love you.” He whispers when he pulls away. “I love you and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Really? You mean that?” You ask him, searching his eyes for any hint of teasing, but not finding any.

“I mean it. Will you marry me? I’ll take you away from all of this and we’ll start our lives together tomorrow, if that’s what you want.” He pulls you into one of the empty bunk rooms.

You look up at him with complete adoration. Nothing would make you happier, being away from all of this so you could be together.

“You want to be my husband?” You grin.

“More than anything.” He grins back, pulling you down to the bottom bunk.

You climb into his lap, straddling him.

“I want nothing more than to be your wife.” You promise him.

He wraps his arms around you, kissing you with more meaning, proving that all you’ll ever want is this man.

Your wedding was short and sweet and absolutely perfect. You got married on the base with all of your rebel friends around. It was a good day.

Everyone dances and mingles around the large bonfire that Wolffe, Gregor, and Zeb had spent forever working on that day. It was a dream come true in such difficult times. It was also kind of bittersweet. The next day, you and Rex had plans to leave to start working on building your house and starting your lives together. So tonight was also kind of like a going away party.

“I can’t wait to get you out of that dress.” You hear Rex purr behind you, sliding his hands around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

You lean your head back against his shoulder and he kisses your temple. “Why wait?”

Without another word, he leads you away from the lively group, undetected. Quietly, you make your way back to your tent that you’ve shared the last year together.

“Do you want-” Rex starts, but you cut him off by crushing your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He sighs against your lips and pulls you back up into his arms like he did that first night you made love. When he goes to move your underwear to the side, finding none, he groans.

“You knew this would happen.” He muses.

You laugh. “I had a feeling.”

He slides his fingers through your already wet folds and then brings his fingers up to his mouth, tasting your arousal for him.

“You like the way I taste?” You whisper.

“You know I do.” He grins, unbuttoning his pants, letting them fall to the floor so he can step out of them.

Reaching around to line his length up with your entrance, he pushes up into you and your head falls back slightly. Your breaths become pants when he starts thrusting into you slowly and he watches you come apart for him.

“My pretty riduur. All mine.” He forces you to look at him, holding your gaze as he fucks you so perfectly. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

“Fuck, Rex… I’m yours.” You whisper, breathlessly. “Always yours.”

“That’s right, baby.” He kisses you. “All mine.”

It took a little over a year to get the cottage built, but once it was up, everything started to really click into place for you and Rex. There was no chance of the Empire finding your safe haven. There was no chance of losing Rex. Until the Ghost Crew came back and said that they needed Rex for one last mission. Here’s hoping this is the last one… After they lost Kanan and Gregor, Rex wasn’t really the same after that. Not necessarily in a bad way. But he was definitely more attentive and loving, even more than he already was, as if he could lose you at any moment.

You’re drifting in and out of consciousness when you hear the bedroom door creak open, hearing his footsteps walk toward his side of the bed.

“Rex?” You look over, finding him undressing, smiling down at you.

“I’m home, cyare.” He slides in next to you, kissing your head.

You’re immediately awake, jumping his bones, making him chuckle as you crush your lips to his, molding your body to his.

“Missed you… so much.” You gasp between kisses.

“Not like… I missed… you.” He muses.

You need him now and he knows it. He can feel it as he pushes his t-shirt that you're wearing up and over your body. His hands roam your body, settling on your ass as he pulls you against him, still laying on your sides. His naked length sits between the two of you and before you can wrap your hand around it, he licks his hand and slides it between your wet folds, causing you to moan.

“I missed this.” He smirks against your lips.

Only able to let out a small whimper in agreement, you rut against his hand, needier than you’d ever been.

“Did you touch yourself tonight?” He whispers.

“Yes.” You squeak as he lines himself up with you, ready to thrust into you.

“Good girl.” He groans as he pushes into you, needing you as bad as you needed him. “You’re all ready for daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” You moan, digging your nails into his bare shoulders.

“Tell me what you thought about while getting yourself off tonight before I could come home to treat this pussy so good.” He moves his lips to your neck and you gasp when he softly bites.

“Us.” You admit. “Our first time. Our wedding night. How much I love you. All of it. Missed you so much.” You whisper, your voice raspy with need.

He groans, thrusting harder into you and you force him to roll over on his back so you can ride him, needing to see more of him. He grips your hip, grinding you on himself so that he can watch you as you throw your head back in bliss. He reaches one hand back toward your clit so that he can watch you come even more undone above him.

“Every night, I hid in the fresher so I could wrap my own hand around my cock and pretend it was this perfect cunt.” He murmurs. “Thought about all the ways I was going to have my way with you when I got home.”

“Tell me.” You beg him.

He sits up, pulling you against him, thrusting up into you and you rest your face against his bearded jaw, rubbing your face against it, always enjoying the way it feels. You clench around him so perfectly that he jerks against you, biting your shoulder.

“I want to, but the way your pussy is pulsing around my cock… it’s making it hard… to think that is.” He lets out a breathy laugh as he continues to drive into you with more force. “Need to hear you cum for me.”

As if that’s all you needed, you let out a loud cry as you start to cum all over his cock, screaming his name, you have to thank the Maker you don’t have neighbors. He pulls you off of him, wordlessly, and throws you down on all fours toward the top of the bed and pushes into you from behind. Unable to hold it in, you let out a loud moan, overstimulated, but still needing him.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, baby girl?” He rasps.

“Fuck… yes…” You manage to cry into the pillow, between thrusts.

With a grip in your hair, he pulls your head back, not letting up on the thrusts. “What was that, cyare?”

“Fuck yes, daddy.” You whimper, begging for more, only able to get the word ‘please’ out.

But Rex knows. He knows exactly what you want and need and how you want and need it. And right now, you need it rough and dirty.

“Good fucking girl.” He slams his cock into you, pulling you up against his chest as he ruts into you, so close to his edge.

One of Rex’s hands runs up your body, groping your breast so that he can keep you upright while his other hand slides down to your sensitive clit, rubbing perfectly again.

“So… fucking… good.” You cry, reaching your arm up, to hold onto his neck.

“Yeah it is.” He agrees, his voice low and sultry. “You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?”

Unable to confirm it, you just do it. You come on his cock again, babbling and begging and pleading. He follows right behind you, emptying himself into you, groaning loudly against your neck.

When Rex’s thrusts slow, you turn your head so that you can kiss him again.

“Really did miss you.” He pulls out of you to run to the fresher, coming back with a warm cloth, cleaning you up and helping ease you back into bed.

“I really missed you.” You whisper as he pulls you into his arms, kissing your lips again. “Do you wanna talk about the mission?”

“Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I just wanna worship your body.” He smirks against your lips as he starts to lower himself down your body. “If that’s alright with you?”

“Please.” You nod.

“I love you.” He whispers up to you as he kisses your thighs.

“I love you even more.” You run your hand along his beard and then guide his head to your warmth again.

There was plenty of time for talking now that he’s home safe with you again. Right now, you just want to focus on each other’s needs. There’s quite a few of them to cover.

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