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tonixe · 1 year

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"Whats your favorite scary movie?"

n.o.t.e.s - 🌊Randy is seriously underrated, like give him some love <3

w.a.r.n - 🌀 penetration, oral (m receiving) p in v, creampies, non-con to dub-con, protected sex.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - 🌠Randy Meeks x Ghostface!female reader

w.c. - 1.7k

The phone ranged throughout the Meek's residents. Randy was home alone, the perfect time for you to sneak up on him and ruin his geek logic.

It was the perfect time to use your new voice changer to suit your character; it was easier than the boys. It was a more feminine, high-pitched voice, but it was still tangible to hide your identity and gender; it was sexier. It suited your character. Billy and Stu were questioning the change, but you managed to persuade them.

It was the perfect time to at least kill him but in a way that he'll never forget; you were gonna wear black lingerie over the already black cloak, and the mask would be better soak in his dork blood.

You hid a hunting knife to a butcher knife inside your cloak, turning on your voice changer.

As the phone ranged, you saw Randy pick it up, muttering a "Hello?"

"Hello, handsome!" you said seductively through the line as you saw him puzzled by the simple that came out of your mouth.

"Who's this?" Randy asked curiosity evident in his voice.

"Your secret admirer," you said, as you played with the phone cord, "My secret admirer?" he repeated your sentence.

"Your more handsome than you think, baby~."

"Is this a prank, Stu," he dismissed whatever you said as you saw him got angry through the window from his stance.

"I'm not Stu, darling."

"I swear to god Stu, if this a fucking prank, I swear"

"IM NOT FUCKING, STU DUMBASS," you yelled through the phone, "I'm more than that, Randy."

"Whatever, I'm just gonna hang up the phone-"

"Hang up the phone, and I'll slice your throat open just like fucking Casey."

"Wanna play a game?"

"Do I even have a choice?" Randy muttered

"You don't, baby~" it was amusing seeing Randy in fear; it made you feel arousal.

"I'll make the genre about Horror movies, since your such a horror geek"

"Question 1, What is Danny's nickname in the shinning?"

"It's Tony"

"Wow, You really do know your stuff."

"Question 2, In Sleepaway Camp, What was Angela original name?"

"Peter"

"Oh my, I can see why they can you such a geek," you giggled,

"Okay, Last Question Mister, Where am I?"

"Wait what?" you heard the fear evident in his voice, "Where am I Randy~"

"How the fuck did you know my name?" he asked as you saw him looking around him and in the rooms.

"Answer the fucking question, Randy."

"I don't know where you are, psycho. Whatever it is, I'm calling the police"

"They will never make it in time, babe."

That was the last time you said before hanging up the phone. You pulled down the generator, cutting off all the light sources in his house. It was an eerily sight; you saw his face plastered with fear.

The perfect opportunity to kill; everywhere was dark, pitched black.

You grabbed your knife, doubled, wheeling both of your weapons, walking down the hallway; it was obvious that your little Randy was hiding.

You walked into the living room, wheeling your knifes in a circular motion. "Come on, Randy~."

"Where are you?" you spoke through your voice changer; turning your body around, you heard his heavy breathing. Stepping forward near where he was.

"I found you, Randy~," you said, throwing one of your blades at Randy before he dodged it and started running off. You pulled off the thrown knife that landed in the wall, forceful with your leg.

"Come on, Randy. I don't like to play with my toys before killing them~" you cooed out. You followed him upstairs, quickly looking around at the surrounding before destroying some doors.

"Come on, Randy. I don't wanna fuck around, just come out and fight like fucking man," you yelled, your voice getting erratic by the second. You started chopping down the doors, turning around before your lungs were contradicted from oxygen, as you turned your head around to see Randy; he was close to unmasking you before kicking him in the knee, taking him by surprise, and then kicking him in the face.

Successfully getting him on the floor, straddling him with your legs, before swinging your knife at him, before he dodged your violent strikes, kneeing you right in the abdomen, making you fall on the floor, dropping your weapons.

Holding your abdomen, groaning in pain. "Y-you bastard" Before you regain your balance, He pins your arms on the floor.

His heavy breathing on your cheek, you straddled him between your legs, trying to get him off you. "I-i'm going to fucking kill you," you barked at him.

"Not when your in fucking jail," he yelled out.

"Like hell," you manage to knee him, picking up your weapons and straddling him forcefully, "Im going to make sure you'll have a horrible death, putting up your guts like Christmas lights, bitch" holding up your knife over your head.

Before you could, you felt something hard on your nether regions. You were taken back and lowered your weapons. "You're getting hard off of this you sick bastard," you said with a smile in your voice.

He didn't respond to your teasing; you saw a faint blush on your cheeks.

You hooked your weapon back on in your cloak. "If you do a favor for me, I'll keep you alive," you lean in, whispering into his ear, grinding down on him.

He remained silent, the tension between you both growing by the second before he hesitantly shook his head.

"Good Boy~" you cooed at him

You slide back, pulling down his pants, getting a glimpse of his hard cock and wet stain staining his briefs. "You really did get hard off of this" you teased.

His face was red, pure red.

Before pulling down his briefs, his length sprang up, his precum dripping down his shaft. He was medium size, not average though, but overwhelming big.

"I wasn't expecting this from a virgin, big though~," you said, cocking your head to the side getting a glance at his red face and whimpering.

"Close your eye, Randy, don't peek. You don't want me to kill Ran" Your comment seemed to bring him back, as he immediately closed his eyes from the threat before you wrapped a blindfold on his face.

You took off your mask, laying it on the side. Combing back your hair with your fingers. Jerking him down and up, his whimpering coming out of his lips. The pace of your hand was unbearably slow as more whimpers and moaning came out of his lips.

More precum was drooling out from his length before you started playfully licking the tip of his cock. Sucking on the tip, swirling your tongue around it.

Before you took him inside your mouth, swirling around before bobbing up an down on his cock, holding his hips down.

"F-fuck" he moaned out.

You forced yourself down, gagging on his length. Your eye is watering before withdrawing. Your saliva connected to the tip of his length before unbuttoning the top of your cloak, unclasping the top of your bra.

Putting your boobs between his length, holding both sides of your tits, lapping at his length, sucking down on him, before jerking him off with your tits. You glanced up from him, and through your eyelashes, you saw him gripping the carpet, the feeling between your legs pulsing.

His legs were trembling, and you felt his cock twitching inside your mouth before you felt hot, salty liquid flowing into your mouth, before swallowing down his cum.

As Randy groaned out from his orgasm. You still felt his length still hard after his orgasm. "God, your still hard?" you smiled.

You took off your panties, positioning yourself over him as you sink onto his length. As his cock split you open, Randy groaned from tightening cunt.

You placed your hand on his shoulders, riding down on him, as you rocked your hips on his. You bit down on your lips, hiding your moans from being audible. Leaning down on holding his shoulders, biting on his neck, your bites blossoming into fresh love bites.

"D-damn," he groaned.

"You feel better when you are inside of me," you purred; you felt his hand around your hips, and your hips and his collided as he plunged his dick inside you.

As his pace turned erratically, feeling his balls slapping onto your ass as he thrust in, as you broke out from biting your lips as your moan ranged out. Feeling twitching inside you, you felt your orgasm near, his hands gripping onto your hips, forcefully thrusting inside you.

You felt warm liquid pouring into you as your sense of relief washed over you, seeing white.

His groaning and your moaning came in sync, as you took out his limp length from you, his cum escaping from your cunt. "God, you did well" you cooed, as you put on your panties back on.

Buttoning on your cloak, wearing back your mask, Crouching down to his level, "I guess you broke a rule; you had sex~" you smiled as you took off his blindfold from him; his face was still fully red; you got up and broke the window jumping out of the house, giving him a wave.

Randy's face was still red, as he just thought what he just did.

Walking down the school hallway wearing your backpack, going to the area where your friend's group was, near the lockers. "Wassup guys," you said gleefully.

You saw Billy glaring at you, maybe because you went off the plan; Stu was busy flirting with Tatum. You glance to the side, seeing Randy plastered with a smile, "Whatcha smile for Ran?" you ask, cocking your head.

"Did you finally get a girlfriend~" you teased, pointing at him.

"Kind of" He rubbed the back of his neck; after he said, everyone got silent just staring at him. "Randy got a girlfriend; how much did you pay her" Stu teased.

"Nothing, dipshit," Randy snapped, getting a laugh from Stu. "I'm surprised you got someone, Randy," Tatum said with a surprised face.

"Surprised as to what he does in his free time," Billy muttered, earning him a nudge from his girlfriend, Sidney.

There was tension in the air as you broke the ice, "Well, it's good that Randy is finally being a man," you said as you ruffled his hair. You glance to see him with a red hue on his face. I guess he still remembers that night.

#randy meeks #randy meeks x reader #randy meeks x y/n #scream #scream 1996 #stu macher #billy loomis #sidney prescott #tatum riley #randy meek imagines #randy meeks x fem!reader #casey becker #scream 1 #scream movie #scream franchise #randy meeks x you

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fun-k-board · 8 months

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TMNT 2012 with an AFAB s/o on their period

Note(s): I wrote this with a ftm Reader in mind, but there are no gendered pronouns or gendered titles used.

Characters included: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michealangelo, April O'Neil, Casey Jones.

Leonardo

Listen, as much of a leader and confident guy you may believe he is, he is still a mutant turtle who does not get periods and only knows because it was mentioned in a show once and he wanted to know more. He will not understand, beside the basics of 'bleeding down there, intense hormones, and sometimes unbearable pain depending on who you ask.'

If you're someone who goes through a lot of physical pain expect an overbearing mother figure now in your life, he will literally be there with all the advice he can find that'll help.

With the limited resources in the lair and the fact he can't exactly go shopping himself, he'll ask April or Casey to buy period products or pain relief tablets for you if you complain. Even if he's awkward and shy about asking, he doesn't want to burden you by making you wait for a reply over text or have to get up, the fact it helps you makes it worth it.

Soup is also good, he knows how to make traditional teas and soups for you, with great difficulty, and help from Splinter, that will lessen your stomach cramps. Though if you get cravings he may be a little less helpful, it's hard to get ingredients when you live in the sewers and are hated by most of the world.

If you like company he would stay off patrols once or twice, but he's fairly strict about his schedule and won't go too far off it, even if he wants to help you.

If you don't get much pain, he's still by you in his free time and asking questions, you're literally bleeding he's never going to stop worrying.

Whenever you talk to him he basically soaks in the words like a sponge and uses it to help you, a one off 'yeah, this food helps.' and he's on his knees begging for April to buy some.

Raphael

Raphael... I love him, but he needs help when it comes to this. I imagine most of the other turtles at least know the basics, Michaelangelo is the worst but he still knows what a period is, but Raph just never really cared enough to learn.

He knows that a period happens... But that's about it. So, if you're in intense or even a small amount of pain and or wake up with blood around you, he's freaking the hell out, he thinks you've been stabbed or something or maybe he accidentally hurt you with his sais as you slept.

If you explain he's sort of like 'yeah whatever, how do we stop it from hurting you?' and then he never leaves your side.

You run out of products? Step out the way Casey and April, he's sneaking in the shop and thieving- I mean, he's putting on a trenchcoat and hat to hide his turtleness, and buying the products like a good mutant ninja turtle should. But seriously, he doesn't trust the two to buy the right ones, he gets the exact brand right somehow, even if you never tell him what one you want.

He pushes the exercise side of it, even if it doesn't help much, exercise is something that helps him so when he hears it can help he doesn't research further. It takes you explaining that it not only depends on the person but the exercise for him to pout and let you lead.

Donatello

He'd probably panic for a while but then tries to look through a science lense, like, oh! You need to level your blood sugars in this week, these excersises will help you but these won't, make sure to keep your stomach warm so you can lessen the contractions and pain.

Gets a bit sad if you're the type to be more distant and want alone time on your period, especially if you don't like loud noises. Donatello usually has you watching him while he works on his science stuff, so when you aren't it's a demotivator.

Ends up completely abandoning his work just to follow you around like a sad puppy, tending to your every need or waiting outside your room for a text from you if you need something.

If you want him around he's a lot more easy going, if you don't mind sitting in the lab with him while he works then he's all for it, of course he's checking on you every once and a while, and will talk when he wants to, but it comes from him wanting to help you.

If you have health issues caused by your period or your period is made worse by your health issues he's helping you a lot, he knows a lot about human anatomy and how to help ease pain, especially since April and Casey started hanging out with the Turtles more often.

He has a whole section of a diary dedicated to you, and that includes your period, when you're due, what food you've told him helps you, what foods you've said make it worse, what pain you usually describe as, etc, etc.

Michealangelo

Michaelangelo is 100% the type of guy who just goes along with what you want because he wants to help, he probably knows that you bleed, you get mood swings, and you're in pain. And that's all he needs to know.

He's watching you for your entire cycle and just PRAYING nothing bad will happen, gives you all the food you want, no matter how unusual. This can sometimes make it worse, because cravings aren't always foods that will help you, and he feels really really bad if that happens.

He tries to hold himself back on just giving you whatever you want, but when you look up he just folds and starts treating you like royalty.

He can't make a lot of normal foods, he can make pizzas and maybe a decent sandwich, but besides that he's a bit useless, so he tends to buy you microwaved dinners. Unless you don't like them. And then he's just lost.

Mikey asks Donatello to help on the more science level, like no, chocolate will not help, that's a dumb myth, it will only make your sugar levels higher and increase pain, plus blood flow, and nobody wants that.

Cue Mikey closing the oven to hide his chocolate pizza he was making for you.

When buying or storing products, he tends to sort of forget how expensive they are, he'll go in with only a couple of dollars and fall to the floor in utter shock upon realising that is not nearly enough.

But he may or may not steal a few, he saves the city, he gets no money from it, this is completely justified in my opinion.

It's not like he tells anybody anyway.

April O'Neil

She understands so much, whatever you need she'll get for you within minutes.

If your cycles match up April and you will have days where you just sit down and cuddle together, usually at her apartment or in the lair.

She's most likely the one who goes shopping for stuff since she's usually shopping for the turtles as well, though you can come along or even do it yourself if hers is painful and yours is bearable enough to go and vice versa.

If you don't get much pain or mood swings, she makes a few jokes on how she wishes she was you, but if you ask her to stop she will.

Understands the pain that might come mentally, if yours is really bad during the month she even ignores the Turtles to help you out. Unless you want to be left alone in which case she can do that as well, but she will text you every few hours, this is probably happening with or without your period given how dangerous being friends with her is.

If you have intense pain, she's extremely worried for you and will try to help in any way she can, especially if you have other issues that impact your period and or your period causes you other issues.

Casey Jones

Once he gets it Casey doesn't care for the exact details, all he needs to know is when he needs to be involved. Then he's actually really helpful

Usually gets too embarrassed to buy pads for you so he asks April to do it for him, if she refuses he awkwardly makes his way over and will be red the entire time he buys them.

He will begrudgingly be mushy if it means you'll feel better, but also reluctantly leaves you alone if you prefer being alone, he's complicated when it comes to you.

Tends to try to make you laugh or smile if you get sad, but fails to realise that the flood gates of hell spill over with unholy blood whenever you do laugh too hard.

If you're someone with less blood and or pain he'll be asking once every few hours if you're okay, every month is the same, he never learns that you're going to be fine, or that you don't experience too much pain, but it shows he cares.

If you have intense pain he's next to you always helping and at your beck and call, he's fine with skipping out on time with April or the turtles because he doesn't want you in pain.

This has been in my drafts for a little over a year, I've only just got the strength to finish it (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

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bonesuh · 3 months

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Honeymoon~

#cp2077 #cp2077 photomode #cp77 #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cyberpunk oc #female v #cyberpunk photomode #river ward is the loml #fem v #river ward #Valerie Casey Ward

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riseconfessions · 1 year

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“One of my favorite headcanons is that Raph is transfem, uses she/her and he/him still. I like the idea that Cassandra and Raph adopted Casey together in the future, and Raph raised him with her and after Raph died, Cassandra just called Raph Casey's other mom and spoke about Raph in a different way than Casey's other mom because they're different in her mind.”

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spexialvixtimxunit · 1 year

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How I think Law & Order SVU characters would react to you eating too much candy in Halloween

Pairing: All SVU Characters x Black!Afab!Female!Reader

Warnings: Halloween fluff!

Length: Medium

Masterlist

*there are writing mistakes in my works, I don’t proofread!

A/N AT THE END OF IMAGINE !!

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||Olivia Benson||

Every time you would go into Olivia's home office you would steal some candy throughout the day when she's not looking or when she steps out of her office into the kitchen. Well, it eventually backfired on you and you ended up getting caught in the act in the middle of the night being passed out in a candy coma in her chair, wrappers all over her files and on the floor. Olivia sighed as she cleaned up the mess you made and hid the candy away from you.

||Alex Cabot||

You would visit Alex in her office and she would have this bowl of candy on her desk. She soon noticed that every time you would visit her, more and more candy would go missing until the bowl was completely empty. She eventually caught you taking her favorite candy out of the bowl and she scolded you for being addicted to stealing her favorite sweets and that she would never buy you any more candy because last Halloween you tried to steal candy from her you ended up eating too much last year.

||Casey Novak||

Casey would always give you candy around Halloween but she later regretted it when she found out that you would go to her secret stash in your shared closet. She would come home to go and treat herself to some candy from the long day that she had just to see that the stash was completely gone. She questioned you and you acted like a deer in headlights, but inevitably she admitted to stealing the candy after you confessed that you had to stop because your stomach hurt after all the times you would steal too much candy.

||Amanda Rollins||

You would come home after trick or treating with the girls. It was late and you and Manda put the kids to sleep and told them that they could have candy after school. Foolishly, the little children believed their parents and went to bed. Laster that might after checking the candy, you both ate most of the candy while watching scary movies. The next day you eventually had to buy some more candy for them when they were at school.

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A/n : I now write for Chicago Fire! So with that being said, you can dm me if you have a request for SVU, CM, Chicago Fire! 🫶🏾

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beetlbi · 1 year

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Little thing for microwaved_parasite on his fic red bow!! It’s so good y’all should go read if u like trans fem raph :]

Might go back and polish it a bit, but I’m far too lazy to actually finish it lol

#beetlart #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #fanart #tmnt fanart #tmnt casey jones #casey jones #racey #trans fem raph #racey tmnt #there’s not nearly enough trans fem 12 raph #fanfic fanart #hmm what else do I ramble abt #there are only like. two goods pictures of raphs bedroom so I tried my best #I wanna do more fanart of my fav fics but there are so many I don’t know which to do

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brookheimer · 1 year

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sooooo much to say about tomshiv fight oh my god. holy fuck

#succession #succession spoilers #my mind is 48 essays mixed together all at once #little heavy handed at parts but still i just love shiv this season they like wrote her to specifically appeal to the kind of portrayal i s #desperately want to see #like… the scorpion…. the incapable of love….#yes it’s on the nose but something’s gotta be. v necessary meta commentary imo #i could honest to god write a dissertation on this i mean it. vocalizing the Strong Female Character boundaries and disproving them all at #once. like that’s exactly what everyone online says ab shiv — she’s a scorpion she’s incapable of love she’s unfeeling #that’s what her character needs to be in order to be respected both in show and out #it’s the fact that tom said that to her while she was crying because he called her unlovable…. he didn’t know her and never could.#like the contradiction is right there in her reaction #she’s as much of a person as anyone else but people can’t view her as one bc then she stops being Strong and turns her into just a woman #not phrasing this well i’m like half watching half typing rn #but #much to say #fem theory shiv readings my beloved #casey shut the fuck up about shiv roy #(in the tags this time lol)

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itspolachan · 5 months

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"When I was younger, I had this very elaborate idea of taking somebody I loved here and standing inside the chapel, that he'd love it as much as I did, and we'd slow dance right in front of the Blessed Mother. Just a... daft pubescent fantasy."

I went to London and did A Thing™.

A Fem!Henry micro photoshoot at the V&A kind of thing.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #henry fox mountchristen windsor #victoria and albert museum #v&a museum #crossplay #fem!henry fox #cosplay #gender is a social construct #casey mcquiston #hfmc #prince henry rwrb #henry fox #hrh prince henry #hrh prince dickhead #I'm actually saved in my best friends phone as hrh princess dickhead #she's acd in mine

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lotus-duckies · 9 months

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#leonardo hamato #trans fem leo #casey jones #trans fem casey #karai hamato #shinigami #april o'neil #mona lisa #y'gthgba #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #meme

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deenastan123 · 4 days

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Cazzie😍

Evan can suck it.

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cablyunkataplum · 10 months

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A lot of pressure

Casey Gardner x Fem!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 1,417

Summary: Casey goes to your house and she notices the unusual machine in your living room, so you teach her to use it. And maybe tease her a little.

A.N:Use of Y/N! Second person! I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!--It's been a while since i saw Atypical so I hope this is not ooc o_0

For a long time Casey had suggested going to your house or having you go to hers, but no matter how much you talked about it, there never seemed to be time or availability to plan it. In the physics class, the only one in which both were together, she returned to the subject, sitting next to you, taking advantage of the time you both had to solve some exercises. –-Hey, Y/N-- she said on the air, without taking your eyes off the notebook you responded with a small sound to make it known that you were listening to her --When will I go to your house?-- she said so sure that it was difficult for you not to arch your eyebrows –-I did not know that you were invited-- at this moment it was when you moved your eyes to Casey who with an unrepressed smile leaned to your direction. Grabbing a pencil, she made as if she had just been stabbed --what kind of betrayal did you just give me, oh my dearest Y/N? How could you?-- You removed the pencil and following her game you moved the pencil, seeing it delicately --what betrayal have I committed if the ignorance of my being denies me the right to greater knowledge than I, oh dear, beloved and gracefully lady Casey?--.

--Okay, that was cheesy-- she admitted and went back to her previous position --Yeah, that was cringe-- you thought. --But I’m serious, since it seems like you going to mine is like asking for a miracle--. For a few minutes, both of you focused on your work until she was done --So?-- --What?-- she turned her eyes with her limbs loose --About your house-- without answering the question you stood up and went to the teacher to check that the exercises were well solved, seconds later you saw how your girlfriend did the same, already sitting and passing between the sheets of the notebook you thought for a while until you had her back at your side --How about Friday at 4:00? I will make sure the food is to your liking, your highness-- you bowed over exaggerating a reverence, which Casey replied --I would expect no less from you-- --can we know what the reason for your game is, ladies?-- The teacher interrupted while he stopped to write, the others watching you but none spoke, without saying anything else the man turned his attention to the whiteboard and the students to their individual activities --At 4:00 then-- whispered and you agreed, after that the class continued without anything else to mention.

Casey watched as much as she could from the living room, it was really pretty, very different from hers, there were many decorations but not too many to saturate the view or look bad and they matched very well with the color of the walls and furniture, as she moved her eyes she noticed the machine that was in the opposite corner of the door -- what is that?-- Putting the things of both in place you asked what she meant, she pointed it and turning in the direction you saw towards the corner --Ah, it’s my sewing machine, well, not mine but I’m the one who uses it the most-- she walks until she gets there and be in front of, examining it --it’s not like others I’ve seen-- and with things in the right place you accompanied her while she kept looking at the machine --not since it’s industrial, do you want to use it?--The question was very sudden for Casey, who was slow to give you an answer but very excited-- Of course-- a smile formed on your lips because of her attitude. Your mother called you to sit down and eat so that would have to wait, --What will we eat?-- --Lasagna-- on your way to the table after washing your hands you kept talking --I think it’s an excellent option-- your mother was already sitting and handing out the dishes --the only option-- you said --very well, it is better that we eat now-- said your mother, you all had a piece of lasagna and another plate with salad and started eating talking about other things.

–And that’s how you thread it– you finished explaining the main thing, sitting in an individual chair and Casey in another --it’s hard to memorize-- she admitted, she never really thought it would be complicated but she was wrong --at first but then it’s like walking-- settling in better you gave her a few papers with stripes --Since you had never used one it is better to start sewing on sheets-- you turned on the machine and made sure that everything was in place --go pressing the pedal slowly, I don’t want to have your dad here trying to find a finger all over the living room-- with a funny and nervous smile she arranged the sheet by lifting the presser foot manually --you can do it with your knee-- you reminded her and she did --don’t worry, I learn fast-- she moved the knee making the knee brace do it equally and the presser foot rise up, and well placed as she retracted the knee and the presser foot lowered, with parallel hands began to lower the foot, at a certain height the machine began to work giving its stitches at a semi-fast speed, by reflex she stopped --Wow, you didn’t joke that is fast-- you deadpanned for a moment but when you saw the line where she had sewn you almost laugh --what’s funny?-- , ..Nothing, nothing-- Changing the subject you concentrated on reminding her of the pressure with which the pedal should be lowered and the one to let “the fabric” flow through the crab --Very well, I understand, but this is my first day-- she stood up and stretched her arms --then there is no pay-- her mouth and eyes opened, standing from the chair you heard --I didn’t know you were that kind of person-- going into the kitchen and filling a glass with water you returned to where Casey was --if well, the contract says so -- both sat at the same time --damn little letters --she sighed --I guess I won't be paid for long-- you delicately placed your head on Casey's shoulder --Don't worry, I'll talk to the boss-- she put her head on yours, --That's very sweet of you--.

--Well, let’s go on-- you restored your posture, grabbed more leaves, and made various shapes meanwhile Casey finished up withthe straight lines. When finished, she gave them to you to do a “quality check”, --they are quite good to be your first pages-- leaving them aside you gave her the new ones with a small smile, --this is taking advantage-- she take them by flipping through them --how am I supposed to make a spiral?-- You raised your shoulders but you didn’t respond, she sighed again but heavier, with a movement of your arm against hers you asked --do you want to pay?-- -- Of course-- she said without much trouble --then end a spiral and you will have your pay --, --You are evil-- she connected your foreheads seeing eachother, --but you love me-- you whispered as if it were a secret to everyone except you, --Yes, I love you-- slowly she closed the space between you, joining your lips, enjoying the moment. But Casey who was still with a foot on the pedal pressed it and the machine started, getting you both scared, you cleared your throat --I should go for the pay -- you stood back going to the kitchen to look for the food -- ok--.

For several hours Casey continued practicing, from time to time you taking turns to teach her more visually, at 7:00 you said goodbye at the main entrance. --Thank you for everything -- you spoke first, the somewhat cold weather that made little clouds when talking --it’s me who should thank you Y/N, The next one will be in my house-- her eyes fixed on yours seemed so full of adoration that if you asked her to stop calling Casey she would do her best to fulfill your wish --Maybe I can teach you something-- she continued --like what?-- she stretched her arms and surrounded you with them and as before she leaned down until kissing you again, taking her time, your hands squeezing her arms and accepting it, until she pulled away --whatever you want--.

#casey gardner #atypical #casey gardner x reader #fem reader

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bonesuh · 2 months

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| Soft Morning. - - - - - - - - - - | VALentine's Day pt1 ♡ - - - - - - - - - - | Pt 2 |

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cp2077 photomode #cp77 #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cyberpunk oc #female v #cyberpunk photomode #river ward is the loml #Valerie Casey Ward #VALentine's day #River Ward #nomad v #cyberpunk vp #fem v cyberpunk

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pyr0frnzy · 1 year

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Me when when i draw up my main tmnt designs on my classwork and NOTHING ELSE (except April bc she’s cool like that)

#april o'neil #casey jones #trans fem casey jones #tmnt #tmnt au #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt donnie #tmnt design #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello #art #school doodles

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coffee-n-some-cream · 8 months

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butch 4 butch (girls!rasey)

Ella came over to her house all the time. She crashed on the couch or sprawled on her bedroom floor. They would run amok in the streets, getting up to stupid shit, drinking too many beers for a pair of teenagers in public, hollering at each other across the street, digging through trash, wrestling each other in a park gazebo. They always stumbled into Casey’s house well after midnight, buzzed and giggling and covered with new scrapes, not even bothering to keep their voices down because when Casey’s dad had his whiskey in him a train barging into the house wouldn’t wake him up. It was nothing they’d be able to get away with at Ella’s, with her caring father and overbearing sister waiting up all hours of the night for her.

After they had gotten all their energy out, their screams and cackles and roughhousing, they would collapse in twin piles of sweaty limbs and toothy grins. And then, only then, did the quiet of the night and the shadows of Casey’s room allow the important things to be said.

“I think his drinking is getting worse.”

“You can crash at mine any time.”

“Your dad doesn’t like me. Neither does your sister.”

“Yeah, but they’re not total assholes.”

Sometimes Casey’s hand would dangle over the side of her bed, the tips of her fingers brushing the soft fabric of Ella’s t-shirt. Something so light and casual it could be an accident.

“My sisters are scared of me.”

“Scared for you, probably.”

“Shouldn’t be.”

“They love you, dumbass.”

Sometimes Ella would kick her leg up and rest it on the mattress, foot barely resting against Casey’s leg.

“What if I’m just like him?”

“Gross. You’re nothing like him.”

And sometimes they would just sprawl half over each other on Casey’s twin bed, Casey’s leg curling around Ella’s and Ella’s arm trapped under Casey’s back. As they dozed, Casey could turn her head and smell the musk of Ella’s sweat on her neck, could see the steady rise of her chest in the light of the streetlamp.

“I think I… nevermind.”

“What?”

“Nah.”

“...Pussy.”

“Fuck you.”

Ella woke up with her arms around Casey more than once, head practically buried in her hairy armpit as Casey starfished across the bed.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Casey might drawl. “Get cold and lonely last night?”

“Holding on for dear life, more like it. I don’t know why I even try sleeping in the bed, you always try to push me out of it in your sleep.”

That summer, they played the night on repeat. Ella’s family would treat her presence as a rare occurrence. Donna would react to the sight of her with sardonic shock, Mika would needle her and beg her to stay long enough to get crushed in Super Smash Bros. Dad accepted her daily goings with wary side-eyes, and Leona seemed to oscillate between lip-pursed lectures on staying out too late and too-sincere worry about what Ella got up to.

“Going to Casey’s. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“This is shocking news.” Donna drawled.

“Ella… Remember that Mika’s softball games start tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Bye.”

Casey’s dad, on the other hand, barely noticed whether Casey was there or not.

“I swear, I could walk out of the house naked and throw myself into traffic and he wouldn’t even notice until the electricity got turned off because I’m the only one who remembers to pay it.”

Their evenings were spent wrapped in each other’s worlds, loud and raucous and competing to make each other laugh. The nights were cool and sticky with dried sweat and dipping their heads together in secrecy, trusting each other with the parts of their hearts that they couldn’t share with anyone else.

Casey’s eyes were brown, but looked like deep wells of black in the indigo darkness of her room. Her hair spilled inky and stringy over her mattress, escaping from her ponytail in long tangled strands. Ella’s own ponytail could barely hold together at the best of times, as short and thick as it was.

Ella toyed with the ends of Casey’s hair where they poured over the bed. “You ever wanna just… cut it all off?”

“Nah, too much work.”

“Isn’t taking care of it too much work?”

Casey’s shoulders shook with an almost silent chuckle. “Does it look like I take care of it?”

Ella snorted. “Good point.”

Casey was curled on her side on the bed, looking down at where Ella was laying on the floor, unopened sleeping bag separating her from the hardwood floor. It was a hot, sticky night. Too hot to share the bed.

“I kinda want to cut mine off. Just. Full chop.”

“Do it, then.”

“I don’t wanna deal with all the comments and shit. People will freak out.”

“Fuck ‘em.”

“Yeah.”

Ella’s fingers tangled in the ends of Casey’s hair, further up than before, and Casey felt the slight tug on her scalp. She hummed, feeling wide awake.

“Hey, what was that thing you were gonna say the other night but wimped out about?”

A long sigh. “Can you drop that?”

“Fuck no, dude. I wanna know.”

“It was stupid.”

“So? We say stupid shit all the time.”

“Uh, who’s ‘we’?”

“Fuck you.”

A snicker and another tug, this time very deliberate. Casey bit her lip because Ella wasn’t looking at her face. Her eyes were trained on the ends of her hair.

“What was it?”

Silence followed.

Casey reached down and batted at Ella’s face. Her hand was smacked away and Ella turned her head, but Casey just reached out again and stuck a finger in Ella’s ear. Her hand was smacked away again, this time harder.

“Would you fuckin’ stop?”

“What was it?”

Another sigh, and Ella glared at the ceiling of Casey’s room. Casey watched the discomfort grow on her face. She saw the moment Ella decided to tell her the truth, her eyes overtaken by regret even before she opened her mouth.

“I think I'm gay.”

Casey blinked. “Oh.”

Ella continued to stare at the ceiling. She reached up to scratch at her brow, hand hiding her eyes from Casey’s view. “Yeah.”

“That’s cool.”

A glance in her direction. “Is it?”

Casey was sure it must be showing, all the noise in her head and the bubbling over in her chest. She was sure her breaths must be coming in pants, that she must be floating off the bed a bit, that her eyes must have little cartoon hearts in them. Of course it was cool. Jesus fuck, of course it was.

“Yeah, man.” Casey’s hand dangled down and mingled with her hair, both no longer touching or being touched by Ella. “I mean. Pretty sure I’m bi. So.”

Ella searched her face, apprehensive, like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. “You are?”

“Yeah. Since I was, like, twelve. Thought you knew.” A shrug. “So I get it. Girls are hot.”

Ella’s eyes looked cool and colorless in the moonlight as they watched her. Casey watched her right back, thinking that in the daylight they were the warmest hazel. Ella’s breaths hitched before she evened them out again, and the silence stretched between them. Silence wasn’t something they usually did.

Casey opened her mouth to say something, and her fingers twitched forward. But Ella was so still, and she looked scared. Casey had never seen her scared. She pulled her hand up onto the bed.

“Hey. Let me cut your hair.”

A breath escaped Ella’s mouth. “What makes you think I’m gonna trust you with a pair of scissors near my head?”

“Because I’m gonna use clippers, and I’ve been cutting my dad’s hair with them since I was seven.”

“Good point.”

The soft buzz filling the room that night clung to the inside of Ella’s ears and filled her up with something warm. She sat in Casey’s desk chair and stared at the baseball bat that sat in the corner of the bedroom, broken in half and patched together with duct tape. They hadn’t bothered with a towel, so strands of soft, black hair fell over Ella’s shoulders and into her lap. She held one lock between her fingers, rolling it back and forth. Her skin tingled where Casey’s fingers ran along her scalp, her neck. Fingers pulled lightly at her hair, tousling it, and a warm shiver went down her spine.

A breeze pushed through the window and Ella could feel it against her scalp. She sighed.

A hand brushed the hair from the back of her neck, and the buzzing stopped abruptly. “We’re gonna need to hose you off. I’m itchy just looking at you. But I think you’re done.”

Ella reached up to feel her head, her breath catching at the prickly hairs against her palm. Casey turned the chair until she faced the mirror that was propped up against the dresser. Ella stared at herself.

“What do you think?” Casey grinned, the gaps in her teeth on full display. “Not counting the piles of hair all over you.”

Ella nodded, not taking her eyes away from the mirror. She looked like a different person. A stronger person. Someone Ella wished she was.

“I think you look hot,” Casey blurted when Ella didn’t answer. “The butch look suits you.”

When Ella turned to look at her, a huge smile spread across her face. It was wide and warm and ferocious, and Casey thought that smile could eat her alive if she let it.

“Yeah. I like it.”

Ella’s family didn’t freak out as much as she thought. Donna didn’t even notice that her hair was short until Mika rolled out of bed, wandered into the kitchen, and let out a piercing shriek of joy at the sight of her. Leona bemoaned Ella’s willingness to let Casey near her head with a pair of clippers, but offered a tentative smile as she said, “It looks nice.” Dad just tousled her hair with a gentle hand and remarked that it made her look so grown up, a wistful tinge to his voice.

Ella couldn’t keep her hands off her own head for the first few days. Casey got a pride-filled grin every time she caught her running a hand over the nape of her neck or palming the hair around her temples. The new hair seemed to be an excuse to get her hands in the mix as well, ruffling and mussing the short strands every chance she got so they stood up in odd spots.

The days were hotter, the sun harsher, and Casey’s A/C wasn’t up to the job. Casey declared that Ella could have the stinkin’ bed before sprawling out on the cool hardwood floor. Ella sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. Casey’s forehead was against the floor, her hair pulled into a high ponytail to keep it off her neck, and Ella was staring at the wispy hairs at her nape. They were shiny and stuck together with sweat. Then her eyes followed the dusting of freckles along her neck. They ran up to her cheeks and behind her ears, then trailed down her shoulders and beneath the fabric of her shirt. Ella wondered, if she pulled the shirt off, how far they would go. Where the little flecks of brown would be.

“Quit staring, it’s getting me all hot and bothered.” Casey’s voice was soft and teasing, her nose scrunched.

Ella swallowed and looked away, face warming. “Weird joke.”

The room was silent for a moment. Crickets filled the night air, and a soft breeze ruffled the pages of a comic book Casey had left on the dresser.

“I wasn’t really joking.” Her voice wasn’t teasing anymore.

Ella’s heart started to hammer in her chest, and she didn’t dare look. Casey must see her breaths coming faster, the heat creeping up her neck, the sweat pooling in her collar bone.

Then Casey was in front of her, kneeling at her feet, a hand gripping the sheets next to Ella’s thigh. Ella couldn’t look away, her gaze pulled to those deep brown eyes, the way moonlight danced in them, the way they looked scared. Ella had never seen her scared.

Casey’s lips parted. “El.”

Ella’s fingers threaded with the greasy strands of Casey’s hair and pulled her forward, lips pressing harshly against hers. A gasp filled Ella’s chest at the jolt of heat that ran to her belly, and Casey’s breath warmed her cheek in a deep sigh of relief. Casey’s hands went around her waist, strong and bony and gentle, and with a little tilt of her head, she turned the kiss from something hurried and rough to something slower, sweeter. Her lips were so warm and soft against Ella’s, and it felt like she was smiling.

Ella’s hands loosened to cup her face, afraid that at any moment she would try to pull back. But she didn’t. Instead, she leaned forward, pushing herself between Ella’s knees. Ella could feel the ribbed fabric of her tank top against the inside of her thighs. Casey bit lightly at her bottom lip, and Ella sighed into her mouth.

Then Casey dipped her head and licked at the sweat along Ella’s collarbone. Ella’s hands knotted in the back of Casey’s shirt.

“Casey,” she breathed.

“El.” Casey kissed up her neck and sucked hard on the spot just under her ear.

Ella had to bite her lip to keep down her groan. “Casey, you cut my hair.”

“Sure did.” A kiss, a soft nibble, then she sucked on the skin again.

There was nothing she could do to hold back the shiver that ran down her spine, but she tugged on Casey’s hair, trying to pull her off. Casey just moaned a little and bit down on her neck harder.

“Case. My neck.” Another tug on her hair, another moan.

Casey’s lips were making obscenely wet sounds as they kissed her skin. “Your neck. Yeah.”

“Casey.” Ella finally yanked on her hair hard enough to pull her head away. “Don’t give me a hickey. I can’t cover it because you cut my hair.”

Casey’s pupils were huge, her lips swollen pink, and she stared at Ella blankly for a moment. Then understanding dawned in her eyes. “Oh, shit.” She looked at her neck. “Yeah. Um.”

“Dude, did you…?”

“Oh, yeah, I did.”

“Already?”

She nodded, eyes locked hungrily on the light bruise under Ella’s ear. “Yeah.”

Her hand slapped over the bruise, and Ella glared at Casey, which Casey thought was really hot, honestly, what with her kissed-pink lips and rosy cheeks.

“My family is gonna freak.”

Casey shrugged and grinned. “Fuck ‘em.”

“If my dad sees me with this, there’s no way I’ll be able to spend the night here anymore.”

“Oh.” Her face fell. “Shit. Do you have anything to cover it, like makeup?”

“Seriously?” Ella’s hands gestured around the room. “Me? Do you have makeup?”

Casey chewed on her lip. “The butch look has its downsides. What about your sisters?”

“Leona wears makeup sometimes, but if she sees this there’s no way she’s not snitching to Dad.” Ella rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. “Mika loves makeup, but that kid can’t keep a secret to save her damn life, and Donna doesn’t touch the stuff.”

The floorboards creaked loudly as Casey stood and walked to her closet. Ella watched her rifle through it, yanking hangers against each other and digging through the pile that covered her shoes. She had thought the way she felt, if it ever managed to escape into the dark little haven of Casey’s room, would destroy their little something, rend it to pieces, stamp it into the ground and spit on it. It had been an ugly, fearful thing sitting in her chest. But it had gotten free. And Casey was the same, talked to her the same, looked at her the same. Ella thought that meant something. That the way Casey looked at her when they kissed was the same way she always looked at her.

Casey was in front of her again holding a hoodie. She snapped her fingers in front of Ella’s face. “You with me? You good?”

Ella swatted at the hand. “Quit.” She yanked the hoodie out of her hands and inspected it, feeling the well-worn fabric, sniffing it. It had the musk of a hoodie that had been worn for a while without being washed. And the sleeves had been cut off, the edges jagged and fraying like Casey had done it really quickly with a pair of dull scissors.

Casey let her look it over for a bit, then tugged on it gently, pulling it around her shoulders and putting the hood over her head. “There.” She reached into the hood and tapped the hickey, making Ella jump. “Can’t see it.”

“Your solution is for me to wear a hoodie? In summer?” Even as she spoke, her finger hooked into the loop of Casey’s jean shorts and pulled her closer.

“The sleeves are cut off, it’s cool enough.” Casey lifted one knee to rest on the mattress between Ella’s legs. “By the way, your arms are gonna look so good in that.”

“They’re definitely gonna know something’s up.”

“You got a better idea?” Casey whispered, leaning forward so her breaths puffed against Ella’s lips.

“Good point.” Ella pulled her down and kissed her again.

#my writing #fandom writings #fanfiction #fanfic #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #raph #raphael #casey jones #rasey #fem!raphael #fem!casey #this was written to the fantastic song butch 4 butch by rio romeo on loop #idk how/if to post this to ao3 because there's a part 2 but it's not really rasey focused hmmmmm #sibling moment with leo and ella to follow shortly

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