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tmntxthings · 2 years

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Can we get some head canons of how the rise boys react to the reader getting hurt after the events of the movie? Definitely sprinkling some angst and fluff in there

Solace With You

author’s note: so i started this and my phone glitched after i had raph’s done and most of leo’s super sad it didn’t save D:

so i know this kind of deviated from what you really asked for, idk why but i couldn’t stop myself when it came to raph and leo, they had been through so much in the movie that I made it more about their sufferings and reader doing their best to comfort >.< please let me know what you think! i hope, dear anon, that this is still acceptable

i did get two out of the four though! maybe i can make a part two to get the flip side of leo & raph’s reactions… thoughts? anyways enjoy ~~~~

warnings: mentions of 2022 movie scenes, spoiler alert, violence, angst, fluff, established relationships, hurt to comfort

Raphael

you knew something was wrong when a whole day went by without even a message from raph, the two of you had a strict rule when it came to worrying about the other

you had went off to college that year, and it had made you busy and the communication wasn’t always there, raph kept busy too with hero duties

but when you had a paper due suddenly, forcing you to spend hours researching and more writing, you had passed out without a second thought forgetting about the rule

at the 24 hour mark, Raph asked Donnie to borrow the turtle tank, he needed to make sure you were okay. it wasn’t like you to not reply, even though Donnie confirmed you were in your apartment it still didn’t deter Raph’s worry

“Please be okay,” Raph said to himself as he rang the doorbell, once, twice, he was impatient and started to bang on the door with his fist. You had slumped out of bed, jarring the door open with red bleary eyes

“Raphael?” you croaked as you rubbed your eyes in disbelief. was it night?? how was he here?! He immediately engulfed you into a hug, pulling you up into his arms as his worry and stress slipped away. the relief he felt just to know that you were okay, nothing had happened

When he explained why he was here and told you how worried he had been you apologized profusely and cried your eyes out in the crook of his neck. You promised you wouldn’t let it happen again as he patted your back and carried you to your bedroom.

The rest of the night had been in each others arms and it had been 6 months later until you had finally felt what he had went through

“Please,” you cried into your phone, “if anyone can just let me know if you guys are okay-“ you broke off the sentence not being able to continue with so much emotion. By the second day, the news already covered that the kraang, an alien race had taken over New York City

You didn’t care that alien mutant monsters were roaming the streets, you got in your car and headed to the sewers, you couldn’t just sit by unknowing, you needed answers, you needed Raph.

When the streets were filled with unmoving cars, you walked seven miles to reach the lair. But the second home that it had become looked foreign, it had been ransacked and red and green goop stained the walls and floor. You sank to your knees, not knowing what to think, only feeling crushed with despair

*Ding!* ‘don’t worry we have a plan’ Donnie’s text had been fleeting but it was all you needed to hold onto hope, you didn’t receive another message til the fight was won

the aftermath had been hard for everyone, raph came out with some areas of his brain damaged at what he guessed was from the kraang’s intrusion on his mind and the forced mutation to become part kraang, he also had issues with his eyes (particularly his right retina)

the two of you had slept together for two straight weeks, Raph felt like he hadn’t done enough to protect his brothers, to be a better leader, he was so hard on himself for having fought with Leo, then almost losing him

“No Raph please, don’t beat yourself up over this, you did as much as you could, all of you did” you were laying together and you had your arms around his neck pulling his face to yours. “Y/n,” his voice broke “I just don’t know if we can come back from this,” he sounded so scared.

“You can Raph, we all will, it will take time but we can take it one step at a time, together,” you whispered soothing words to him as his tense body finally relaxed, you kissed his forehead, then his nose, and then finally to his lips

He met yours desperately, pouring out his emotion, Raph was so thankful that you were there, that you were here in his bed, in his arms, safe

Leonardo

you knew that the weight Leo returned with was heavy, he was physically and mentally in pain, even when he slept he couldn’t get away from what had happened, what the kraang had put him through

he thought the entire thing was his fault, he felt so incredibly guilty and it had pushed him to give his all, in the prison dimension a part of him felt like he deserved it, that this was a small price to pay for his brother’s safety, as long as they were okay

Donnie had immediately put Leo on bed rest for a couple of weeks, he needed the most time to heal, you were there through it all, when the nightmares came you were there to wake him, to hold him, to tell him that he was okay, he was with everyone and he had saved them all

So most nights it was the two of you together, but there had been moments when the brothers had asked for time, and you hadn’t woken any of them up if you found them sleeping peacefully together

Leo liked to joke about how he had everyone wrapped around his three fingers, holding up his cast laughing when he was waited on all of you by hand and foot, “it’s always been that way Leo,” you teased smiling at him

“Who knew that this is what it would take to get you guys to bend to my every wish” he snickered looking mischievous, you shook your head lovingly.

“Tell me..” he said reaching for one of your hands and you immediately scooted in closer, you had been sitting on a chair at his bedside “do you think you could love me even though I’ll only have one arm?” it was said jokingly but you could tell it had a deeper meaning

do you love me even after all of my mistakes?

“I wouldn’t have it any other way Leo,” you squeezed his hand gently “I love you so much, and besides” you laughed through the tears as they slipped down your cheeks “I’m sure Don will hook you up with some awesome prosthetic!”

Leo sniffed, holding back his own tears, he had cried too much already. He nodded until he was sure his voice was steady, “touché, that brother of mine will hook me up big time”

Donatello

As soon as he was given a brief moment to recollect, when they had been planning on Raph’s rescue or in his escape pods, he took those moments to text you, to look at your location

It made it that much harder for you to keep Donnie unaware of your situation, because you knew he was fighting for the whole world, for his brothers, and if he had any idea of your reality during the kraang attack, he wouldn’t have had his mind in the fights

It would’ve been on you, worrying even more than he already was, thinking that you were at least okay, maybe scared, but Donnie thought most of the enemy had surrounded him and his brothers

He hadn’t had much time to think about all the human alien mutants being controlled by the kraang. Nor the warfare that would destroy New York City to its core

You had been on your rooftop, it hadn’t been the safest thing to do but you had to see, the sky turning ugly as it was invaded by kraang ships or weapons, you hadn’t known at the moment so all you could do was guess

When you heard the screams you decided it wasn’t safe enough to keep risking your life out on the roof for the off chance to catch a glimpse of the turtle you loved so dearly, but as you took the stairs back down into your complex the ground started to shake

“Oh god,” you said holding onto the sides of the railing, forcing yourself to keep going, you wouldn’t fall down in fear. When you reached your door it felt like a full on earthquake, and that’s when all hell broke loose.

Inside your apartment you had thought you would be safe but as the ground split and rose in different places, your place was so jostled that the fridge fell clean over, you had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and even as you jumped to try and get out of the way, it landed. On your legs.

You had screamed in pain, crying for help for hours as you tried reaching for the phone that had been in your hand the entire time, except for when u fell, it had crashed down to the floor just out of reach as you were squished in place. No matter of pulling got you any closer, and when you dared to try and move, it only caused more pain.

“This is so pathetic!” You banged your fist into the wooden floor as you saw your phone flash with a light of a notification. Donnie checking in, then again, until he couldn’t do so anymore until the fighting was over.

When Donnie finally got to your place he was yelling. “Y/N!” You heard from the stairwell, “DONNIE,” you wailed out in agony, the tears that had dried up in your eyes as you tried to concentrate, telling yourself that Donnie would come, started flowing uncontrollably.

Mere seconds was all it took for Donnie to heave the fridge off of you, pure adrenaline pumping through his veins. “Oh no no no,” he said in terror as he saw the bruises. “I’m so sorry Y/n” he bent down trying to be gentle as he picked you up.

You needed medical attention immediately and he couldn’t do anything here in your trashed apartment. You tried to bite down on your lips, holding in a strangled scream as he lifted you from the ground. “I’m here, I’m sorry” he apologized again and again

“You’ll be okay Y/n, don’t worry I’ll take care of you, I promise, oh why!” It was like every time he tried to reassure you he would look down at yours legs and have his whole train of thought crushed. When the pain killers kicked in and you could think other thoughts you told him, “Donnie, listen to me, this isn’t your fault. You were quite busy saving the world..” your hand limply reached out to his

He grabbed it, “I don’t want to live in a world where you aren’t in it Y/n” he said fiercely. You didn’t think it had been that close of a call to death, but Donnie wasn’t hearing any of it. You didn’t say any more as you slipped into unconsciousness.

You needed a wheelchair for a long time after that and it had been hard adjusting, but Donnie had been there through everything. He had built you not one but two wheelchairs and was working on two more. “Don, do you really think I need a jet pack wheel chair?”

He sheepishly looked down at his blueprints. Pushing his bandana off of his face as he shrugged. “I don’t know what else to build, plus it wouldn’t hurt, what if you need a quick get away, or I don’t know just wanna fly in general..”

“Would you fly with me?” You asked quietly, a soft smile on your face. He nodded, “of course, it’ll be a date!” You smiled, “we’ll be like jasmine and aladdin, magic carpet ride!” you giggled and he melted at the sound. He would build you anything at all just to hear that sound again.

Michelangelo

It had been a long 8 months after the kraang were defeated. You knew that Mikey was great at being optimistic, and sometimes he had told you how even through the toughest moments in their battle he had never given up.

Mikey had faith in his brothers, they always knew what to do. But the cost that his brothers had to pay had somewhat changed him, even if most didn’t notice it. He himself hardly thought of it.

The dark thoughts only came when someone was hurt. It reflooded him with the emotions of seeing Raph turned into something against his will, then Donnie sticking his shell out for him again and again, and Leo… it had been what pushed Mikey to do the impossible

So after 8 months of it all, watching his brothers recover and things go back to somewhat normal, he hadn’t expected a call from you to bring him back into those dark days. “Mikey- agh,” your voice was serious and sounded strained through the phone.

“Y/n?? What is it?? What’s wrong?” Mikey started to panic. Getting up from his seat in the living room, already heading for the sewer manhole. “I’m hurt Mike, I cut myself by accident real bad”

He talked you through keeping pressure on the wound. Try to stop the bleeding as much as possible and keep it raised, he had become very interested in basic first aid kit knowledge after the kraang. Even though he wasn’t a full on medic he knew the groundwork, he even could stitch someone up.

You had needed four stitches and Mikey had done them all, he was very careful and precise, the hands of an artist. “Sorry,” he would say in concentration as you winced. He had gone quiet as he finished bandaging you up. “Mikey? Are you okay?” You asked when he came back from getting you a glass of water.

“I just don’t want to see anyone hurt anymore…” he sighed as he came over to you and pulled you close, careful around your wound. You nodded knowing who he all meant, “you’ve got magic hands my love” you told him giving him a loving smile as he pulled back slightly

“I’ve been told that a couple times,” he couldn’t help but let out a laugh, thinking of Casey and his brothers. “I can’t promise that accidents won’t happen Mikey, but I do promise that I’m never leaving you ever.” You poured out your heart wanting him to know how you felt.

“Yeah, there’s no place you can go that I can’t follow,” he winked, letting his hands flare up and leave a sparkly orange dust in its trail all the way to where he booped your nose. “Wouldn’t have it any other way!” You said as he moved his hand to cup your cheek and the two of you kissed.

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cloveroctobers · 7 months

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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 2. Willie Jack

A/N: okay y’all lured me in to write anotha one about our girl! Can’t believe the show is over, idk why I expected at least 4-6 seasons smh. Show will be missed and I’m open to seeing where the cast further take their careers fr. I’m not speaking on that supposed relationship between two certain characters because it wasn’t really executed to me while watching? We all know if there was going to be a relationship between the teens who it really should have focused on. So whatever they hinted at this time doesn’t actually exist and it’s not canon to me! Anyways, would definitely recommend a rewatch for myself lol.

WARNINGS: language + awkwardness when it comes to crushes?

PROMPTS are from here + I’m using: blackberry picking, “do you want some hot chocolate?” and “I don’t like scary movies.” “I’ll keep you safe.”

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Willie Jack is still in disbelief that she’s back.

Well…not really back she thought. Mika was simply visiting temporarily from Nebraska—of all fucken places!!! which she moved to with her house full of family a few years back. She didn’t get the chance to visit much (at least Elora did being a whole college student and shit) but it seemed like she kept up with mostly everybody else, except for Willie Jack who was still being closed off with Mika’s departure.

“What’s up with you? Why aren’t you over there chopping it up with Mika? You know she’s outta here on Sunday right?” Bear says from beside Willie Jack, who quickly turns her attention back to her friend on the field.

Willie Jack shrugs, “don’t be in my business bro.”

“Yeah Cheese is right, you’re vibe is giving preternaturalness.”

Immediately Willie Jack jerks her head back with a frown, “fuck did you just call me?”

“I don’t know but i know it fits.” Bear grins at Willie Jack, slapping his hands down on her shoulders before leaving her at the plants to join the rest.

Yes it was unusual for Willie Jack to ever distance herself from her friends. She was a social butterfly amongst her friends majority of the time but having Mika back after all this time made her feel off and that’s something she hardly allows herself to feel.

“Sup,” another familiar voice catches Willie Jack off guard from behind the shrubs, her fists going up ready to defend herself but she realizes it’s just Elora staring at her strangely.

Elora lifts her chin, “what’s up with you?”

“I really wish everyone would stop saying that shit to me. I’m cool, having a grand time with my buddy, bart the blackberry tree.” Willie Jack is waving her hands at the dark fruit.

Elora stares hard at her friend before flicking her eyes off to the group where Mika has her head thrown back in laughter at something Jackie says.

Which also doesn’t sit right with Willie Jack.

“Jackie ain’t funny, so fuck is she laughing at?” Willie Jack mutters making Elora slowly nod her head and cross her arms as she gets closer to the girl.

Elora states, “Mika’s still that giggly person we’ve always known and love. That hasn’t changed.”

“Yo, You’re supposed to be on my side here.”

“Why does there need to be sides when it comes to Mika, she’s our homie no?”

Willie Jack rolls her eyes and says nothing more at that. She did consider Mika a friend once upon a time and it’s not like she didn’t consider her as such but things did change the night that she left. And Willie Jack never told anyone about it and still wasn’t sure how she felt.

“I guess but like…it’s different now.”

“But why?” Elora pressed, “to me it seems like you’re the one making it an issue when it didn’t seem like she had a problem since she hugged you when we met up earlier.”

Willie Jack messes with her beaded earrings now, briefly thinking about that encounter hours ago. Mika was all deep dimple smiles and although Willie Jack was the last person she hugged, Mika still acknowledged her like they haven’t stopped talking.

“If I tell you, you got to promise me you won’t make it a big deal.”

Elora nods, “okay…go on.”

Willie jack looks around to make sure everyone is still out of ear shot, she scratches at the back of her neck in nervousness. She’s been holding onto this for so long now and she knows there’ll be some relief telling somebody about what went down.

“Alright so I’m just gonna come right out with it,” Willie Jack exhales, “the night Mika left to shitty Nebraska…she came over to the crib and we were out in my backyard having a bit of a heart to heart you know? And she kissed me, bro.”

“What?!” Elora yells gaining the attention of everyone and Willie Jack goes to slam her hands on top of her cap covered hair in embarrassment.

Willie Jack glares at Elora who covers her mouth trying to hide her laughs, leaving Willie Jack to turn to Jackie, Bear, cheese, and of course Mika. She gives them a commercialized thumbs up before turning back to Elora, yanking on her shoulders to shove her further away between the shrubs.

“Fuck did I just say,” Willie Jack hisses at Elora who’s grinning at the younger girl now after stumbling a bit, “you’re the one making it worse now.”

Elora rolls her eyes, “please, they have no clue what we’re even talking about.”

“Maybe not or maybe! with you sounding like a fucken surround sound.”

Elora chuckles, “my bad, bro. But this explains so much!”

“Does it?”

“Yeah! she’s been asking me about you whenever we catch up with me at school and her all the way in Nebraska.” Elora informs Willie Jack who lifts her brows at bit at the news until Elora then sighs, “I was the only one that figured out that something went on without her really saying anything about it.”

“Wait…Mika’s asked about me?” Willie Jack is rocking on her toes now and Elora sends her a knowing smile.

“Uh yeah bro, it’s not like she ever forgot about you. You’re the one who stopped sending letters and picking up the phone.”

Willie Jack lifts her chin inquiring, “How you know that?”

“Mika told me, shit ass!” Elora lightly shoves Willie Jack’s shoulders.

“So…I’ve been a shit ass all this time when Mika’s been worried about me?”

Willie Jack’s never been the type of friend to just leave you hanging. If there was a issue, she would be quick to tell you to, “not be like that!” Wanting to figure it out, even if it was only keeping each other company until you were ready to speak on it. However with Mika, things change and she wasn’t sure if it was for the better.

“Well…I wouldn’t say worried but she cares and I don’t think she ever stopped being your friend, you’re the one who stopped.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Willie Jack feels the weight of that statement and she didn’t enjoy the sinking feeling in her tummy right now.

“Then fix it.” Elora orders, “Stop hovering in the corner by yourself like a fucken weirdo and just talk to her! So maybe you guys can be something if that’s what y’all want.”

Willie Jack scowls, “who said all that? I still don’t even know how I feel about it all. It happened forever ago anyways. Maybe she forgot? Plus she could be seeing somebody and we live hours away now so I doubt that will ever work.”

“Stop doubting yourself and you won’t know unless you try.”

Plus they could always look at Elora as a prime example. Although she wasn’t that far away from Okern, Elora still put in the effort to still be around now that their lives were slowly but surely changing.

“…Mvto, Elora.”

“Don’t mention it,” Elora pushes Willie Jack’s shoulder, “can’t believe you’re growing up on me, making out and shit.”

“Ah, yeah, shut up.”

“Let’s go!”

“Alright man, don’t rush me! Let me get my thoughts together first.”

“If you think too much, you’re gonna fuck it up…more than you already have.”

“Wow, it’s like that?

“Yeah, kinda.” Elora snickers.

Elora ends up leaving Willie Jack for a few moments to gather herself, gradually directing the rest away from Mika as she sees Willie Jack making her way over.

She’s swinging her hands behind her back awkwardly as the crisp air blows. Mika’s dressed in a jet black off the shoulder baggy sweater paired with a patterned pleated skirt, ripped up stockings, and gummy bear earrings.

She’s gorgeous and it’s not fair.

“How much blackberries you think you got?” Willie Jack starts from behind Mika, who’s on her tippy toes.

She sets back down, tossing some into a picnic basket she brought along, which Bear and Jackie teased her about but she shrugged it off with a smile and middle finger.

“You know…I was trash at probability in school right?” Mika’s sunset eyes glance at Willie Jack over her shoulder, “I never guessed right or got the prizes and it definitely pissed me off to no end.”

Willie Jack leans forward, peeking at her basket but Mika playfully steps in front of it, “I’m not sharing.”

“What?” Willie Jack blows a raspberry, “I’m sure I got more than you back in my own stash. These hands are the quickest ones here.”

Mika stares off at the spot Willie Jack was once at and dips her head, almost pointing, “are you faster than a Prairie dog?”

Willie Jack whips around, locating the chunky animal running off with her sack of blackberries. “Hey you oversized chicken nugget, that shit ain’t yours!”

The animal stops in the middle on its run, dropping the bag to bare its teeth at Willie Jack who jumps back with her hands raised in the air, leaving the dog to pick the sack up with its teeth and carry on its way.

“Even the fucken animals tryin’ to tear a hard working woman down, that ain’t right! Imma tell the ancestors about your bullshit too!” Willie Jack yells as the prairie dog continues fleeing.

Mika’s laughing before softly placing her hands on Willie Jack’s shoulders, “I think that was his way of telling me to share, although you’re the one who ghosted me.”

“Don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.” Willie Jack is poking her lips out.

Mika gives the long haired girl a look before turning to put her basket on her wrist, leading the way through the rows of blackberry shrubs.

Letting out a long sigh Mika replies, “the dogs never told me you ended up with amnesia.”

“I don’t think I have that,” Willie Jack said walking beside her, “…I just don’t want to make it awkward for you.”

Mika glances at the braided girl, “For me or for you? I don’t have any regrets if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“…are we talking about the same thing? The thing that happened a couple years ago in my backyard?”

“Oh you mean: me kissing you and you kissing me back?”

“Is that how it went?” Willie Jack’s eyes were in slits now.

Mika laughs, “hell yeah, shit ass and I didn’t forget! I couldn’t, which is why I wrote to you.”

“But you never brought it up?”

“I couldn’t get the best read on you when it happened. I knew you were caught off guard but…did you like it?”

Willie Jack stares at the floor, twisting her lips around in thought. How it felt to have Mika’s always covered bracelet arms locked softly around her shoulders, and her natural scent of patchouli, apples, and brown sugar was already intoxicating before she even put her lips on Willie Jack’s. Of course she was caught off guard with Mika taking the lead, Mika’s focus only on Willie Jack’s lips as she stopped thinking about it and just did it. There was only one chance and she waited a long time to take it so why not go forth with the risk?

“I mean…I didn’t not like it.” Willie Jack peeks at Mika who nods with a small smile, “it’s just shitty that you pulled that that same night you were leaving though. Didn’t really have a chance to talk about it or process it really.”

Mika understands that, “sorry about that, the not talking about it but not the actual kissing part. guess I kinda had to process myself…since I been wanted to kiss you but I did panic when you didn’t say much after.”

“It was something…but a good something.” Willie jack bumps her shoulder with the girl who smirks at her.

Soon they’re walking in silence, fingertips brushing against each others as the make their way back to Elora’s car where everyone else is standing near it talking themselves.

“Hey guys!” Cheese waves, “we’re gonna have enough berries to last us to new years!”

Willie Jack announces, “I got the most though!”

“Where?” Jackie asks.

Willie Jack kisses her teeth, “fucken prairie—it doesn’t matter, I just do and you’ll have to take my word for it.”

“I’d rather not.”

Willie jack rolls her eyes.

Elora laughs as she gazes at Mika and Willie Jack, “you two ready to go? It’s getting dark and we got a hour drive back home.”

Her eyes meet Willie Jack’s silently hinting that she hoped they got somewhere with their talk but Wille Jack just shrugs her shoulders.

“I’ll help if you get tired, Elora.” Mika speaks up.

Willie Jack raises her brows, “you got a license?”

Mika was a year older than Willie Jack.

“Yup not long before my family and I traveled back here. Think that’s why my ma really wanted me to do it in the first place since they took my granny’s license away. She’s losing her sight and thinks my hair is on fire instead of pink.”

“Orange would look sick on you though,” Jackie comments, making Willie Jack flick her eyes over to the once bleached girl.

Willie jack adds, “you want Meeks to look like fucken child’s play? She’s wearing the pink well, better than I’ve ever seen. True queen shit, which you wouldn’t know a thing about.”

Jackie sends a look to Elora and Bear, unsure what was going on here.

Mika bumps her hip with Willie Jack’s, “we’re cool again, I think.”

“Must be with how hard Willie Jack just went for you,” Bear grins before glancing at the girl on his right, “got Jackie here speechless.”

“Fuck off,” Jackie shoves Bear while looking at the hat wearing girl, “…glad whatever you two went through is over but…do we got a problem Willie?”

Willie Jack is nonchalant, “we don’t got no beef…just chill out.”

Which definitely sounded like a warning in Jackie’s eyes.

“It was a compliment or suggestion. Don’t see Mika getting tight about it.”

“Okay! Let’s get going.” Elora steers the conversation away, “Jackie, ride up front with me.”

“Sure,” Jackie eyes Willie Jack who huffs at her, circling around to the passenger side.

Cheese gets in the middle of the backseat while Bear runs around to the other side of the car to sit behind Jackie. Willie jack is awkwardly looking at the space in the car.

“I’ll hold your basket for you, Mika.” Cheese offers, while she thanks the young boy.

Bear sees The dilemma and also offers, “You can squeeze in Mika or sit on my lap if you want?”

“Oh god,” Elora mutters, pressing her forehead against the steering wheel, making Jackie frown at her.

Willie jack shakes her head, quickly moving to sit right beside cheese, strapping herself into the car before holding out her hand, “C’mon on then, you heard Elora. We got a long way to go.”

“Ohhh are you—

Willie Jack dips her head silently making Mika smile to herself, while the rest await the scene that plays out in front of them. Mika doesn’t further question it, entering the car and sitting right on Willie Jack’s lap before closing the door behind her.

“Aw but Mika doesn’t have a seat belt.”

Willie jack carefully slips her hands around Mika’s waist, “I got her.”

“That works for now!” Cheese beams, not reading into it too much like the rest in the car are.

Bear is smirking now after it dawns on him what is happening as Mika leans back into Willie Jack’s embrace so Elora can better see out the back window but also because it was a nice place to be.

“Is this okay?” Willie Jack whispers to Mika who’s made herself comfortable, head resting back in the space between Willie Jack’s neck and shoulder.

Mika says, “yup! Long as you got me.”

“I do.” Willie Jack meets Mika’s eyes, squeezing her a bit tighter.

“Good, then we have nothing to worry about. Let’s enjoy the ride.”

“Word.” Willie jack concludes, almost snapping her eyes shut at how annoying she probably sounded but Mika just presses her forehead into the side of Willie Jack’s head.

Elora drops Willie Jack off first with Mika having to exit the car. She asks Mika if she’ll walk her to her door and she agrees with a yawn along with a stretch of her arms up into the autumn air.

“So…” Willie Jack is back to swinging her hands in front of her as she stands face to face with Mika on her stoop.

Mika laughs, “yes Mena?”

“Do you want some hot chocolate?”

“I’d love some!” She bounces on her toes, “I’ll just tell the guys that I’m staying here.”

“Yeah, okay. Nice!”

Willie Jack silently curses to herself again while she just knows her friends are in the car talking shit. She watches Mika lean against the door of the window, talking to their friends in the car, waving at them before she steps back. Skirt spinning with her as she walks back to Willie Jack and fuck she’s so pretty!

Which almost distracts her from Bear smashing his lips on the car window as Elora pulls off from the curb with a honk of her horn.

“After you my lady,” Willie Jack holds her hands out after pushing the front door open.

Mika curtesy’s before entering the home, peeking around as she steps into the first space, which happens to be the living room. “Everything still looks the same.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh.” Mika plops down on the couch while Willie Jack enters the kitchen, turning the stove on before opening the fridge to get the leftover homemade hot chocolate she made at midnight.

It’s quiet but it’s not awkward as Mika makes herself comfortable, folding her legs underneath her on the couch. It’s not long before Willie Jack enters the living room with steaming mugs.

“Thanks,” Mika takes the mug with a smile while Willie Jack places her’s on the coffee table.

She takes off her hat, tossing it on the arm of the couch before digging her fingers into her braid to let her hair run free. Mika watches Willie Jack as she sips on the just right hot beverage, admiring just how beautiful her “friend” is.

“Your hair’s gotten longer,” Mika observes, “it’s still stunning.”

Willie jack fans her hand about, “thanks girl, I grew it myself.”

“Hell yeah! Love it just the way it is.”

And the way Mika is looking at Willie Jack makes her heart thud in her chest. The damn girl’s only been here for a day and she’s already got her feeling a way.

“We should watch a scary movie!” Willie jack jumps to her feet, heading over to the collection of dvd’s.

Mika rests one hand in the crease of her other arm, “I don’t like scary movies.”

Willie jack looks back at Mika from her squatting position, picking up on her unease. She was aware that Willie Jack’s parents weren’t home as the house was too hushed and she didn’t see her dad’s truck in the driveway. Night time has definitely fallen and they were alone, dancing around what they could be and now this girl was trying to put on a horror movie?!

“Really?” Willie jack asks, “any particular reason or…?”

“I don’t think it’s never really been my thing,” Mika murmurs while she looks at the front door, “every time you or bear would suggest sneaking into the outdoor movie night by lake crow I wanted to stick my head in the dirt and never come out.”

“Shit…guess I gotta pay more attention.”

“Nah, who wants to be the odd one out when everyone else was down? I just dealt with it…plus you two were always so excited although I lost sleep for a few nights because of all those movies but…you get over it you know?”

“If we do this…you think you’re gonna have any nightmares?”

“Hard to say honestly.”

“Then…I’ll keep you safe.” Willie Jack strongly said, “but that’s only if you want to. I’ll even pick the least scary one out of the batch.”

Mika sips at the hot chocolate, thinking about it, “I’m gonna hold you to it.”

Willie Jack makes a offering motion with a imaginary hot chip before taking the time to go through the collection. She finds one that she thinks will be alright before shoving it into the dvd player. Once she’s seated back next to Mika, she tosses one arm along the top of the couch allowing Mika to fill in that space.

She does, shuffling closer as a long suspenseful intro starts after Willie jack fumbled with the remote. Willie jack tries her hardest to keep her eyes on the screen but it’s the heat radiating off from Mika that makes it hard.

“Hey…you’re not drinking your chocolate?” Mika points out, pulling her head back to look at Willie Jack who fails to hide her staring.

She scratches at her ear, “oh right, it’s still piping hot. Imma let it rest for a bit you know?”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those iced hot chocolate people?”

Willie jack scrunches up her lips, “I’m not. Don’t even think I ever tried that before.”

“Hmm.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Your face did though.”

“What’s wrong with my face?” Mika leans back to give Willie Jack the side eye.

Now they’re looking at each other and Willie Jack is silently counting the beauty marks that’s on Mika’s diamond shaped face while Mika’s peering at Willie’s side profile.

“Nothing,” Willie Jack fully turns now gripping Mika’s chin and she almost forgets to breathe correctly, “nothing at all,” before she leans forward to press her lips right against Mika’s.

Willie Jack hears her squeal a bit but Mika knows she has to hold on tighter to the mug now while Willie Jack holds her in place. Mika tastes just like chocolate and cherries while her lips feel like fresh petals. Look at that, Willie Jack could be poetic or corny when it comes to romance too! Mika’s unfortunately not Willie Jack’s first kiss but this kiss definitely makes her forget all about what’s their face. The only thing that’s on her mind is how her heart basically skips a beat with her lips right on Mika’s.

And a kiss like this has never made Mika’s toes curl before.

When she pulls back, Mika is curling Willie Jack’s hair back behind her ear. She bits down on her lips to hide her dimpled smile (which doesn’t work in her favor really, Willie Jack was so tempted to poke them) as Willie Jack slowly opens her eyes to meet Mika’s sunset.

Willie Jack remembers to breathe, “What?”

“You kissed me, you really like me.” Mika sings into Willie Jack’s face, while the girl claps her hands against her face hoping her skin isn’t warming up but knows it probably is.

Mika reaches for Willie Jack’s wrist while laying her head back on the couch, “don’t be shy now, that was glorious!”

“Glorious? Oh my god.”

“That a great thing! Marvelous! Splendid even!”

“You sound like one of those teachers who thinks the sun shines out of their ass, bro.”

Mika pauses,“I don’t think you can call me bro anymore.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause we kissed, twice?” Mika holds up the deuces, laughing as Willie Jack shakes her head, trying to wrap her head around the fact that she initiated this kiss.

Willie Jack nods her head at her own thinking, “You’ll always be my bro…just a different type. More meaningful, a higher level.”

“Oooh so I get perks?”

“Yeah…as soon as we figure out what to do about us?”

Mika goes quiet then, knowing their time was limited. She was only here for a week, mainly to visit and go to the state fair but that thought made her depressed since she was also building a life after graduating high school…all the way in Nebraska…and that’s not something she wanted to dwell on right now.

She peers at Willie Jack from underneath her lengthy eyelashes, “We could always just make out some more until we do?”

Willie jack scoffs, “I see, you only want me for my lips.”

“And your heart,” Mika leans into Willie Jack who licks her lips, feeling those butterflies in her stomach.

Willie jack throws her head back, “the rizz is killing me!”

“You love it.”

“I think I do.” Willie Jack nods.

“Yeaaah! So kiss me.”

“I’ll do more of that after we finish the movie, I know you’ll need it.”

“So you’re the one plotting on me then.”

“Noooo.” Wille jack fails to hide her smile although this wasn’t originally her plan…it doesn’t sound half bad now.

Mika pokes the long haired girl, “Now I don’t believe you!”

“Well I hope you have it in your heart not to hold nothing else against me. I made you hot chocolate, I gave you my love—

Mika laughs a bit, “that you did, that you did.”

They briefly place their foreheads against each other until Mika moves to rest her head on Willie Jack’s shoulder. It’s not long that they turn their attention back to the screen, both confused on this grainy yet clearly dated horror film.

“I think we need edibles to enjoy this.”

That would make the most logical sense and why Willie Jack’s dad even owned this film: House (1977).

“Damn,” Willie Jack snaps her finger, “and it would be even better if we at least had the blackberries. All that work we put in, we should at least be able to enjoy them.”

Mika gasps, “I can’t believe I left them in elora’s car.”

“That blows…hopefully cheese holds them down for you or else we’ll have to kick somebody’s ass. And by somebody, I mean bear and probably Jackie’s Wednesday Addams lookin’ ass.”

Mika snorts, missing this friend dynamic, “Meeks and Mena, doing what we do best.”

“Fuck yeah, thriving and Survivin’.”

“Real shit,” Mika grins as Willie Jack slips her hand to intertwine with Mika’s.

And she enjoys how Mika’s hand fits just right in her own, although a little shaky, which reminded Wille Jack of Mika’s old fear of bodies of water when they were much younger, Willie Jack gives Mika’s a quick squeeze to ease any form of anxiety her body maybe experiencing.

Whether it be the wonders of the world or the wonders of their relationship.

They didn’t have to always search for the answers, at least not right away. So for the present they could settle into the excitement of what’s happening in the now…

To just live with the guidance of one another.

With Meeks and Mena holding on no longer tiptoeing…then perhaps that could be more than enough.

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kyber-crystal · 2 years

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king of my heart || jake “hangman” seresin

summary: hangman is determined as hell, and you’re stubborn as hell. he’s been asking to kiss you, and you’ve been saying no every time. and he swears to himself that he’ll get that kiss from you, even if it takes him years before he finally succeeds.

words: ~1.9k

warnings: slight angst, minor mentions of injury, but nothing graphic :)

a/n: mannn my writing has gone downhill idk how yall other talented writers do it. i wish i could write that well 😭but, i’m proud of this...plotwise, at least!

Jake “Hangman” Seresin was both the most talented and suffocating man you’d ever met. The cocky smirk he always seemed to wear made your blood boil, and you wanted nothing more than to give him a piece of your mind.

How one person with that big of an ego could exist, you didn’t understand…yet here he stood as concrete proof.

He knows that he annoys you, and he gets a kick out of riling you up every day—he has been since the moment you arrived at Top Gun. He never gets tired of it. It’s a fun and easy way for him to entertain himself when he’s bored, but for you, not so much. Usually his words are met with a colorful string of choice words on your end (if he’s lucky, that is), or a hard fist to the chest.

He’s irritating, but he’s also kindhearted and always has everyone’s best interests in mind. No matter how much you try to convince yourself that you hate him, you don’t. You can’t. But that doesn’t exactly mean you like him—you were only tolerating the man’s presence…because you had to.

Today, Maverick was going to throw everyone into a competition. The rules were simple: practice dogfighting in teams of two, stay in the air for as long as possible. If the captain got you, you were out. The losers would suffer 100 pushups and buy the winners a round of drinks at the Hard Deck later that night. The winners would get free drinks and bragging rights for the rest of the day—something you were very determined to achieve, especially when you were going against Hangman.

As you’re about to walk over to your wingman, someone stops you by putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Chaser.”

“Hangman.”

An all-too familiar look crosses over his face. “Hm…how about this. If I win, I get to kiss you, and if you win, you get to kiss me.”

You scoff. “Sounds like a crappy deal to me. Why don’t you get ready and grab a broom, Jake, because you’ll have to mop the floor of all your tears when you lose.”

“Woah there,” he chuckled, “I’m only giving you an incentive to focus.”

“No, you’re not. Now go. Get ready to watch me win.” You lightly shoved him away, trying to contain your laughter. “You should be focusing on yourself.”

“Man, the sexual tension—” Payback began as you walked to your jet together, but you silenced him by shooting him a glare. “What?”

“I’m in this to win, not to think about Seresin. I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get those free drinks and glory.”

“Alright, whatever you say,” your best friend said, unconvinced. “Whatever you say.”

You couldn’t help the massive, shit-eating grin that crept onto your face when you and Payback emerged victorious. The two of you had managed to stay in the air a few seconds longer than Hangman and Phoenix did before Maverick got a lock on you.

You’d watch your friends do the pushups, but you’re sweaty and exhausted, so you go back to your quarters to rest.

A few minutes later, Hangman shows up at your door, equally sweaty, with his uniform clinging to his chest. You force yourself to look away.

“The hell do you want?”

“You won.”

“And? That means I’m better than you, so give up,” you responded as you wiped your forehead with a towel.

“I’m waiting for that kiss.”

“I never agreed to it, Jake,” you rolled your eyes. “Go find someone else or something.”

“There’s no one else I’d want, though,” he stated plainly.

You exhaled and closed your eyes, ignoring the way your heartbeat sped up at his reply.

6 MONTHS LATER

How many times could a man injure himself in a month? Too many times, you found out as Hangman was being admitted to the med bay for the 9th time in less than 29 days. Half of you wants to stay in the mess hall, because you don’t think you can look at him without wanting to reprimand (smack) him for his recklessness. The other half of you is actually concerned, and you want to check up on him and make sure he’s not dying or anything.

“What did you break this time?” you let out a long breath as you approached his bed. “Your ankle? Wrists?”

“Minor lacerations and a concussion,” Hangman groaned as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. “I can take care of myself.”

“You’re not doing a good job of that,” you pointed out the scrapes and bruises littering his face and arms. “Have the nurses gotten to you yet?”

“No.”

Sighing, you pulled up a stool next to him, kit in hand. “Alright, now stay still.”

You brought an alcohol-soaked cotton ball up to his cheek, causing him to hiss in pain. His hand instinctively went over your free one, and you almost flinched at the sudden contact but remained still nonetheless. "What the hell did you do up there?”

"I kicked everyone's asses."

"Looks more to me like you got your ass kicked," you snorted. "Nice job."

Hangman sighed, and leaned back on his hands as he watched you work. You looked up to see that he'd lost the hard expression he was wearing mere seconds before. His jaw was no longer clenched—his brows relaxed.

The look in his eyes softened as you met them, and for a brief moment you froze in place, completely locked in by his unwavering stare.

You snapped out of your trance and looked back down, continuing to fix him up without glancing at him again. You're sitting so close to him that you prayed he wouldn't be able to hear your heart beating embarrassingly fast.

“You know, you could kiss me better,” he suggested.

“What will make you better is sleep and medicine,” you corrected him, feeling heat crawl up your cheeks. “Not me, but medicine.”

Hangman was clearly amused at your flushed reaction. “I think your kiss would heal me right away.”

“No.”

2 MONTHS LATER

The weather outside wasn’t scorching hot nor freezing, making beachside stroll conditions ideal.

White sand, fresh air, seawater…you were at complete, utter peace. You could see that the team’s moods had shifted a significant amount. Everyone was either smiling or striking up animated conversation with one another. But being as tired as you were, you opted to stay quiet and enjoy the view around you.

Hangman slipped his hand into yours so smoothly that you hardly noticed. You didn’t feel like pulling away for some reason, though, so you let him intertwine your fingers together.

“Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Don’t ruin the vibe, Jake.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…it is.”

“I wasn’t talking about the sunset, you know.” He paused. There’s a look of genuine adoration shining in his eyes, and it makes the butterflies in your stomach turn to hummingbirds. “I was talking about you.”

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, face feeling like it was on fire.

“Do I get that kiss yet?”

“My answer is still no.”

“Alright then, your loss. It’s the perfect time, too: nice sunset, handsome guy, and a beautiful lady. You’re missing out.”

“Poor me, I guess.”

4 MONTHS LATER

You’re not sure how you got here. Phoenix, you, Fanboy, Rooster, Hangman, Payback, Coyote, and Bob—you were all just kids. Legally speaking, you were adults. But deep down, you were still just kids.

Yet somehow you’ve ended up getting assigned to an almost-suicide mission. Tensions loomed overhead like dark storm clouds, impossible to ignore. Everyone was on high alert. Two weeks passed by in what felt like two hours, and you were already gearing up to leave.

You weren’t sure if you were ready. No amount of training, prayer, of hoping that things would go right would 100% pull things in your favor. And that was the scariest part. The idea of not returning home was never something you thought you’d have to accept, but now it could become reality.

Hangman sensed your anxiety during the mission briefing—you stayed stoic in your seat, but he could see you fiddling with your thumbs under the table. So, he did the one thing he knew and reached over to cover your trembling hands with his. It seemed to calm you down.

Your hands shook even after the meeting ended. Your hands shook as you zipped up your uniform, as you tied your hair up, as you laced up your combat boots. They kept shaking even when you weren’t doing anything with them. They couldn’t, they wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Y/N…”

He’d never called you by your first name except once in the past. A lump formed in your throat, both at the sound of your name falling from his lips, but also because this could be last time you’d ever see him.

“In case we don’t make it back,” Hangman said. “One goodbye kiss?”

Shaking your head, you felt the first of your tears begin to fall. “I can’t. I’m supposed to come back to you…and you’re supposed to come back to me.”

“Okay, then I have to come back. I will come back,” he assured you, gently squeezing your shoulder. There was something different in his tone this time. “For you. Then can I kiss you?”

You smiled through the tears. “Maybe.”

“Let me hold you, then,” he said, voice quiet. “At least allow me that.”

You nodded and he encircled his arms around your waist, enveloping you in a newfound, comforting sense of warmth. If only you could stay like this forever. No life-or-death situations. No missions, no flying, just you and Jake standing in the middle of the tarmac without a care in the world. Sinking into his presence made it so easy to forget everything else around you.

What had only lasted several hours felt like several decades. Your head was spinning, and your hands were shaking again. You slid your helmet off and let it clatter to the ground beside you, going straight away to scanning the rejoicing crowds for a familiar golden-haired man.

He and Rooster were locked in a tight embrace, but as soon as your eyes met they broke apart. Hangman seemed like he wanted to sprint over, but held himself back, and simply jogged towards you.

“Something,” you stopped to catch your breath, “something tells me I should kiss you right now.”

The smile that spread across his face at that moment had to be the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. The mission was over and done, and now, you were free to fall in love in the way you always wanted to.

“Something tells me I agree.”

He connects his lips with yours and suddenly, you can’t remember why you waited so long to do this. Why every day for the past year, you’d pushed him away and tried to go off on your own when all along, he was the missing piece that would fill the gaping hole in your heart and stitch you back together. The man you’d been looking for your whole life had been standing right in front of you and you hadn’t noticed. But he’s here and he’s very much present now and so are you, and you know for sure that nothing can feel more perfect than this.

“Took you long enough,” he murmured against your skin, head tucked into the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I won’t keep you waiting again.”

“But I need you to promise me one thing.”

“Mhm…”

“Don’t keep me waiting when I get down on one knee, alright?”

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e-munson666 · 2 years

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PT 2

***After the incident at the Henderson house, Eddie is ultra determined to figure you out. But will Dustin be upset about it?***

+++Fluffy & Angsty+++

Still an unnamed series, tysm for the love on the first one (idk how to link it to this one yet sorry lol im brand new to Tumblr)

×drug use mention, language, angst? kinda mean Eddie I guess idk.×

>Mostly in Eddies P.O.V for this one<

🖤xoxo

Its been two days since Eddie walked into the Henderson house and saw her, ethereal in the way she sat on the couch, crossed legs, delicate flicks of the sharpie to her nails. The way the joint hung to her lips, And the way her hair swayed from the breeze of the ac unit she was sat so close to. Why was he STILL thinking about it. Why didn't Dustin say anything about her return? Why did he even care? He grumbled into his pillow "what the fuck is wrong with me?!" slamming his fist into his mattress.

~The next day at lunch~

"HENDERSON" Eddie yells across the cafeteria, seeing Dustin and Mike wide eyed and nervously shuffling towards the Hellfire Clubs usual table.

"Um, he...hey Eddie" Dustin chokes out. "What's up" he ask, chuckling nervously. As if he didn't already know where this conversation was heading. Like Eddie hasn't bugged him constantly since Friday.

"Henderson, Hellfire is tonight, is SHE giving you a ride, or should I pick you up after I get Mike here" Eddie asks squeezing both of the boys shoulders while hovering above them where they sat.

"I don't uh....I don't know if she's giving me a ride, she wasn't home when I left this morning so I couldn't ask. I'll just catch a ride with you.......Eddie?!" Dustin realizes that Eddies grip on his shoulder had fallen. And he was angrily walking in a circle around the table.

Eddie folds his arms into his chest at the revelation. "What is her problem with me anyway Henderson" he spits, unable to hide the annoyance but still obvious intrigue in his voice.

"Eddie, you didn't even remember her, it pissed her off ok, I TOLD YOU THIS....yesterday.....remember" Dustin says sighing, rolling his eyes. He really was tired of Eddie fucking asking about his sister. Why isn't he more focused on the campaign? Wasn't tonight supposed to be a big deal?

"In my defense" Eddie began, shuffling his feet quickly as he continued circling around the group. "She looks NOTHING like she used to ok. I barely registered it was her, even after you told me!" Throwing his arms up, quickly spinning on his heels to face Dustin, now directly across from where he sat.

"Wait whats going on?" Mike asks, utterly confused as to what's happening. "Your sister is back?!"

"Yes, she's back, and apparently its driving Eddie here completely bonkers. He hasn't shut up about it since last week!" Dustin whispered to Mike hoping Eddie wouldn't hear.

"Eddie you guys were in the same grade your whole lives, you were FRIENDS, then when she graduated and you didn't, you two totally stopped being friends, and then she left to go find her dad" Dustin said, eyes trained on Eddies, watching the wide eyed, open mouthed expression on his face as he registers what Dustin was saying.

"She stopped talking to me Henderson. She didn't even tell me she was going to leave for a whole year to find her dad and then one day, poof, she was gone without a word." Eddie says leaning over the table, nose almost pressed up against Dustin's. Breathing rapidly out of pure anger. Or was it? Was he really this upset about her leaving? Or was he just mad she wouldn't speak to him after what happened on Friday?

"I know I know" Dustin says, voice cracking, scooting his face as far away from Eddies as he could. "You're mad at her, she's mad at you, and now somehow, I AM RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR BULLSHIT!!!" Dustin yells, throwing his hands in the air in defeat.

"So I'll swing by and pick you up at 6 Henderson. Hopefully she's there.....I want to know what I did that has HER mad at me" "after what she did" he spat the last part out, standing up straight and storming out of cafeteria to his van. He needed to smoke, asap. His cheeks were burning red and his knuckles were white from clenching his fists as he walked. Why was he letting her get to him so bad? After all this time? He thought he was passed this, over what happened. Slamming the door to his van as he slouched into the seat in the back, he lit a joint and took a long puff. As he exhaled the smoke he chuckled to himself, "Way to keep your cool Munson" and closed his eyes. Defeated.

"This is going to be an absolute shit show" Dustin sighs to Mike, as they both pick up their trays and head to the cafeteria exit.

"Yes, yes it is" Mike shakes his head, still not fully understanding what is going on.

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson stranger things

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unluckyplanet · 1 year

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I posted 6,745 times in 2022

That's 4,117 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

One day I need to catalogue how many of my OC’s personality descriptions start with “this person is a fucking weirdo” or... well, some variation of that.

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any lit roleplayers want to do a homestuck fansession? trolls, humans, cherubs, idk, pokemon. I’m up for anything. I’m just bored

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I am the asexual stereotype of making the most mind-in-the-gutter comments and jokes and I love it

Love it!

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Homestuck Rp?

Homestuck has yet again taken over my brain, so rp search time! For the basics, I am a minor. I have about 5 years of roleplay experience. I’m semi-lit (one to two paragraphs) though that doesn’t matter as much in this scenario. I’m looking for a partner around the same age as me (15-17) to do a OC-Only Sburb roleplay with either trolls, humans or a mix of both.

We’d both play a handful of characters in a fansession and I’d really appreciate a someone who likes to analyze classpects, make wacky land ideas, or generally introduce shenanigans into a session! My preferred platform is Discord, so either message me here or send me a friend request on discord (Jupiter#7701)

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My #1 post of 2022

Mcyt Valentinegram

For @pondwatrr

Summary: Wilbur and Tommy are attempting to run a one-party election for L’manberg Presidency, and there’s someone who is not going to let it slide.

Wilbur stepped up to the podium and looked over at the crowd. It seems like all of L’manberg was here. You could feel the anticipation, the chitter chatter of people excited to see what would happen. Wilbur pulled the mic closer to him, and cleared his throat. The crowd fell silent, wayward eyes all landing on him and Tommy.

“People of L’manburg!” Wilbur greeted his citizens with a sweeping gesture of his hand. “Our nation exists as a symbol of freedom! Of triumph against tyranny!”

The crowd cheered in response. The raised their fists in celebration! How could they not? No one before had stood up against Dream and won.

“So it would do us no good to allow such Totalitarianism to exist in our nation,” Wilbur declared. “So! We will be hosting and election.”

“Unfortunately, only one party, Politicians of Gaming, nominated any candidates,” Wilbur told them. “Those being me and Tommy.”

There was a moment of confusion. The crowds looking at each other and whispering to themselves. Had no one else really signed up? Then the doubt melted away. The cheers returned, even louder than before. Who better to lead than their founders? Than the heroes of the war!

“Really Wilbur?”

The crowd quieted. Eyes followed the voice all the way up to a man perched on the dark stone walls. There Quackity was, perched on one the pillars. Dressed in his signature track suit and beanie, wings folded behind him. While the expression on his face was one of lazy amusement, his gaze was piercing. He stared down at Wilbur, the look a accusation in itself.

“Are you so scared of losing that you have to put on a one party election?” Quackity said with a laugh.

Tommy glared up at the duck hybrid. “Hey! It’s not our fault no one else wanted to fuckin’ run!”

Quackity rolled his eyes and unfurled his wings. He glided down to the podium, landing right next to Wilbur. The moment of shock had passed, and a murmur rose from the crowd. The trap was set.

“Nah, but it is your fault that no one got the chance to run.” He grabbed the mic and addressed the crowd. “Did any of you guys hear about this before today?”

The crowd began to mumble amongst themselves. Quackity smirked. It was so satisfying to see their blind enthusiasm melt into doubt with a few words.

“It’s not like anyone’s standing up and asking to run,” Tommy said.

Quackity just stood there, and smiled.

Wilbur narrowed his eyes. “No.”

“Hear that, L’manberg? Seems like the only election your leader wants is a rigged one.”

Wilbur flinched. “I would welcome a rival with open arms, but Quackity, you aren’t even a citizen.”

Quackity shrugged. “Then consider this me officially asking to join.”

Wilbur scowled, but there was nothing he could do and both of them knew it. The trap had sprung and there was no getting out of it now. The crowd was watching, deathly silent. Waiting for what Wilbur would say. Wilbur pulled the microphone towards him.

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DIRTY SECRETS

|BILLY LOOMIS|

Synopsis- Sophie is done with hiding her feelings for Billy and learns about his dark secrets too.

Word Count: 6.6K

Warning: SMUT 18+, pwp, dark themes, mentions of killing, r*pe, knife play, blood play, choking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, rough sex.

A/N: idk if any of what I wrote makes sense, but hope you enjoy!

"Hey Sophie, did you hear about the murders that happened last night?" Tatum nudges me with her elbow as we're sitting at the water fountain, waiting for the other three to join us for lunch.

"of course I heard about them," I roll my eyes at the blonde, " it's been all over the news and the whole talk of school," i say with disinterest, looking at the book in my hands. Ignoring the girl next to me, who I hated with a passion. I only was "friends" with her because she was dating my brother Stu. But she was best friends with the girl I hated the most in this school, and that was Sidney Prescott who was dating the guy I was in love with, my best friend Billy.

"it was so horrible, how Casey was found" Tatum continues.

"good riddance, really," I muttered under my breath. But Tatum doesn't notice, she never really pay attention to have the shit I say.

"I heard that," someone whispers in my ear, and I have to stop myself from shivering in arousal, because the voice belonged to none other, than billy Loomis, taking a seat next to me, on his other side, Sidney is clinging onto his arm, causing me to silently glare at her in secret.

"You shouldn't be eavesdropping, Loomis," I hiss back quietly.

"I didn't have to eavesdrop, Soph, I know you," he smirks, not realizing what he's doing to my heart, with that obnoxious smirk on his face.

"What did say?" Sidney interrupts.

"That it's good riddance Casey is dead, she was a bitch," I hiss, not bothering to hide my distaste this time.

"Sophie, how can you say that?" Sidney, protests in horror, "No one deserves to be stabbed so many times and the hung by their intestines on the tree."

I roll my eyes, "okay well maybe not to that extent, but it's really no loss to me that she's dead, more like a victory. That bitch bullied me for years in middle school, and her boy toy Steve, he-" I stop myself at the awful memory.

But Billy places his hand on my curled fist, "breathe, Sophie."

I look at him with wide eyes, then at his hand on mine, than back into his dark brown eyes.

"Steve tried to rape me back in freshman year at a party," I finish vehemently. " and he would have succeeded if Billy hadn't been there to save me."

"hey I was there too," Stu chimes in.

I shake my head, "yeah, busy shoving your tongue down some girl's throat."

We all laugh at that.

"So really, I don't think it's any real loss those two are dead, sorry, not sorry," I say at last.

"it's just terrifying to have a killer running around Woodsboro,"Tatum says grimly. next to her Sidney is leaning into billy's shoulder with a distant look in her eyes. I knew this probably reminded her of her mother.

The mother that Billy's dad had cheated on with. The mother that had ruined Billy's life.

The mother that had been murdered last year. And while I felt pity for Sidney losing her mother, as I knew what that was like, I felt like it was kind of a relief for Billy. Because it had ruined him for so long. I remember all the fights he used to get in because of it.

I had been there for almost his whole life, being there when he needed me the most, when he needed a shoulder to cry on, I had been there. Him, Stu and I were the Three Mustkateers, inseparable since we were 6 in kindergarten. it had always been the three of us. But then once his dad had an affair and his mom had left, he had distanced himself from everyone, including me for awhile. the only one he never distanced himself from was Stu. but then billy started to confide in me again and we became closer than ever. Until Sidney came in, swooped in and stole him away from me. I mean we were still close, there was just always someone in the middle of us now, I was always the 5th wheel in our circle of friends. The only single one. the only virgin, except for Randy. But Randy was only friends with us, because he was crushing on Sidney. But I didn't want to give away my virginity to just any guy. Ever since I knew I had feelings for Billy, he was all I ever thought about. The only guy I ever wanted to be with. But that just never happened. Because SHE was in the way of what I wanted, and it hurt like a knife whenever he kissed her or hugged her or took her on dates, because I wanted that. I wanted him. And I couldn't have him in the way I wanted.

And so I just buried my nose in a book, whenever she was around. only engaging in conversation when I had to.

"I mean I guess it's a little terrifying," I admit, "But I guess don't be a bitch or a dick If you dont want to get murdered by these Ghostfaces," I say.

And I hear Billy chuckling quietly next to me..

"sometimes, you're so rude, Sophie. have a little respect," Tatum snaps.

"At least I don't bully or rape people, " I spit back, "I just give my honest opinions, sorry if it sounds bitchy, but I really don't give a fuck."

"Damn Sophie, no wonder why no guy wants to date you." Randy says, "You can be a real bitch."

"Actually it's the other way around, " Billy growls, catching us all off guard. "she's the one who turns those idiots away, because they are not good enough for her, they can't handle the Queen she is."

I can help but beam at this, even more so since Sidney is looking at me with narrowed eyes. Haha jealous bitch? I can't help but smirk back, he knows me so well.

"hey let's not gang up on my sister," Stu steps in, "She may be a little hot headed, but she means well. And Randy you can shove it, if you talk about her like that again."

I see rage in his eyes, something that is very rare to see on goofy Stu. Billy's gaze is the same way, but Billy loooks so sexy mad, his jaw clenching, I just wanted to touch him so bad.

"How about we forget about all of this nonsense, we have a party to go to tonight,"Tatum says, "put everyone in a better mood."

"sounds fantastic," I quip, before closing my book, standing up, just in time for the bell to ring, "You all interrupted my reading so, sorry if I'm a bit bitchier than normal."

"Don't apologize for being yourself,, Sophie," Billy says, before standing up as well, tugging Sidney up with him, and if it wasn't for her on his other arm, I would have kissed him right then and there. Fuck, he knew how to make my heart flutter.

——

A few hours later, school was over and I was in my room studying for the chemistry test that was tomorrow, had to study a little bit before the party, other wise, I'd fail.

A knock sounded on my door, I get up and open it, revealing Billy on the other side with a mischievous grin on his beautiful face.

"Whatcha doing, Macher,"

"Studying,". I reply, before moving away to sit back on my bed.

"You're such a nerd sometimes," he teases sitting next to me.

I send him an annoyed scowl, "I'd like to pass Chemistry, I fûcking hate this class, but I don't want to get held back because of it. I need to pass this test."

"Why don't I help you?"

"Why would you help me study? Why not go help Sidney study since she's your girlfriend," I protest with a hint of bitterness in my tone.

"What I can't help my best friend study every once and while? Plus I don't need to be around Sidney all the time."

Him reminding me once more that we were just best friends always stabbed me in the gut every time.

"I don't need your help," I snap slightly, causing his eyes to widen at my sudden anger. "I can do this on my own thanks."

"Why are you mad at me all the sudden what did I do?"

Everything in me wants to scream out the truth right now. But my stubbornness ends up winning, "Please just go Billy. I'll see you at the party."

Not even bothering to look at him as he murmurs a irritated, "fine," before getting up and walking out. Slamming the door behind him.

—-

A few hours later in short red dress, I arrive at Tatum's house for the party.

"Sis, what did you say to Billy? He's been all grumpy today," Stu says as we enter the house.

"Nothing. I just wanted to study alone for the chemistry test."

"I can smell the bullshit from a mile away, Sophie."

"Look I'm just tired of him being oblivious to how I feel, I'm tired of him kissing Sidney in front of me-"

"It's only for a short while," he says.

"Huh"

He shakes his head, "nothing. Come, let's go find our friends."

"Wait Stu, what did you mean for a short while?"

"Look, I can't tell you," Stu says. "You just have to find out for yourself what I mean."

Then we head into the busy room of teenagers, out onto the deck, where our friends are sitting on a couch.

"Hey look who finally decided to show up!" Randy shouts, and Stu goes over and sits next to Tatum who immediately kisses him on the lips, making me want to vomit so I turn my head away, and lock eyes with Billy. He was in a black shirt and jeans, his mocha colored hair was slicked back slightly, and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that lap of his riding those thighs of his- but Sidney was sitting next to him. But his dark eyes were on me, his gaze dark and unreadable.

"Why don't you look nice, Sophie?" Sidney asks, "that dress does wonders for your figure."

I plaster on a fake smile, "Thanks," I reply while taking a seat in the chair across from everyone.

"So tell us more about your attacker," Tatum says to Sidney.

My eyes widen at this new information, "the killer was at your house?"

She nods, "it was awful."

Shame he didn't kill you. I think to myself. But then that would have torn Billy apart if something happened to her, and I didn't want to see him go down that path again.

"I'm sure it was," is what I say instead, feeling Billy's stare on me.

"Let's stop with this depressing stuff and let's have some fun. We're at a party for fuck's sake," Stu says, in his usual hyper tone. "No more talk about that stuff, let's play Truth or Dare."

Everyone nods in agreement.

"If you get a dare and you refuse to do it, you must remove a piece of clothing," Stu says.

"Dude I don't want to see your naked ass," i groan in disgust. "You're my fûcking brother."

"And I really don't want to see you naked, Sis, so make sure you do your dares," Stu replies, in a smart ass tone. And everyone laughs at our banter.

"Alright, I'll go first then," Tatum says. And so it begins.

"Tatum," Stu says. "Truth or Dare."

"Truth," she says.

"Are you into knife play?"

And all of us raise our eyebrows at the question.

"Well no- that would be painful no? And all that blood-"

"If it's done right there wouldn't be that much blood," I roll my eyes.

"And how would you know if you're a virgin?" Tatum questions.

I shrug, "I read things, Tatum."

"I don't want to know these things about my sister," Stu whines.

"Well then why'd you ask the question, you Fuck-rag?"

"It was for Tatum not you."

"Alright, Sidney it's your turn, truth or dare ?" Tatum asks, the brunette, who's been quiet this whole time.

"Ummm, truth," She says, with disinterest. Her mind seemed to be somewhere else tonight.

"Have you done it with Billy yet?"

I clench my fist slightly, which Billy looks at me as I do.

"No. Not yet," Sidney says.

And I let out a small breath of relief.

"And why not?" I ask.

"Because I'm not ready."

"Okay, Billy your turn," Sidney says. "Truth or dare."

"Truth."

"You guys are fûcking boring," Stu whines

"Well not all of us want free porno right now," I snap.

"What is a secret kink of yours?"

Billy just shrugs but looks at me when he responds, "If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret, Sid."

And with that he takes his shirt off, causing me to bite my lip slightly as he reveals his honey colored skin, and his chiseled chest.

"Okay Randy," Billy says to the other guy in the group, "truth or dare."

"Dare."

"I Dare you to kiss Stu."

"Dude what the fuck man?" Stu protests.

"That'd be hot, not going to lie," Tatum giggles and I role my eyes.

But unfortunately Randy doesn't follow through, and takes his shoes off as the price.

"Okay Sophie," he says turning to me, "truth or dare."

I give a smirk, "Dare, of course."

"I dare you to give a lap dance to someone in this circle."

"But you all have girlfriends," I say. "Except for you randy and there's no fucking way I'm giving you one."

"So then strip for us."

I shake my head and stand up, "you all aren't going to kill me for this?"

"It's just a game Sis," Stu says.

"Okay" I say and I immediately go over to Billy. I immediately straddle his lap and begin moving my hips along his waist, grinding in sensual way. And the whole room seems to fade and it's just the two of us. Then I turn around and repeat the same action with my ass rubbing against his front... I feel him grip my hips. And him harden beneath me. And then I turn around once more, straddling him again, my clothed core grinding against his length. I grip his face in my hands, staring deeply into his eyes and his stare into mine with what looks like lust. And he lets out a growl.

"Alright that's enough." Sidney snaps angrily, and I immediately scramble off Billy's lap, and I'm brought back to reality of where I was.

"Sorry.," I say, but not actually sorry.

"Sophie that's my boyfriend," Sidney says angrily.

I roll my eyes, "and he's my best friend. It's not like there's any feelings there and he's the only one that makes sense to do that with."

"But that was too far."

"It was Randy's fault."

Stu buts in before Sidney can respond.

"But she didn't have to touch him like that or do it for that long- it's like she's trying to steal him from me."

"Steal him from you? Actually, you stole him from me."

And there's a series of gasps among the circle.

"That's right. Before you came along, it was just Stu, Billy and I. The three of us for life. Billy and I for life. It was supposed to be Billy and I for life. In fact I was to tell him I've been in love with him since we were kids. Since the day he comforted me from losing my mom and it grew the day he saved me from being raped. And I was going to tell him, but then you showed up and took him away from me. I had to watch him kiss you and hold your hand instead of mine. But I didn't say anything because he was happy. But I am so tired of being nice to you all when I'm suffering inside."

Then I realized what I just said, and lower my eyes. Tears are falling from my eyes.

"Sophie-" Billy says.

But I get up and leave the room.

"Sophie wait," Billy calls out from behind. I can hear him running after me, Sidney calling after him.

"Just leave me alone, Billy."

I open the door to the truck and drive off before Billy can stop me.

Once I get home I plop myself on my bed.

A few minutes later the phone rings.

I immediately answer, "hello"

"Hello Sophie," a low voice says. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

"Who is this?" I ask.

"I'm someone who is watching you from your window. You look awfully pretty in that red dress of yours. It's the perfect color for the victim in a horror movie. Bright red like blood."

"Are you the killer I've heard so much about?" I ask, "are you going to kill me?"

"Actually I want you to answer a question for me."

"What do you want?" I snap.

"Are you in love with Billy Loomis?"

I scoff, "why is this important?"

"Answer the question, or I'll slit your pretty throat right now."

"Yes." I swallow thickly.

"Would you do anything for him?"

"Of course I would."

"Would you kill for him?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I would."

"Do you have a knife kink at all?" The killer asks.

"Well I'm a virgin but it's something I want to try."

"Well I can't kill you then,"the killer says, "I can't kill a virgin before she can experience her darkest desires first."

"Why do you care?"

"Turn around." The voice commands.

And I do. There's a figure in a black cloak with a strange white mask - a ghost's screaming face to be exact. Is standing at my window.

A knife is in its hand.

Then in an instant the masked man has me trapped against the wall, the blade of the knife against my throat.

"DONT worry, I'm not going to kill you pet."

And my eyes widen at the familiar voice.

"Billy?"

With the other hand the masked man takes the mask off revealing those dark brown eyes I love so much.

"Wait you're the killer ?" I ask in shock, and slight horror.

"Stu and I are."

"But why?" I ask.

"Let's sit and talk."

So we sit down and I listen to him as he tells me everything. "Well after my dad cheated on my mom, I was furious and killed Maureen for ruining our lives. And Sidney- well she's the daughter of that slut- "

"I thought you loved her ," I say, still in shock from the truth.

"I don't. I'm just trying to gain her trust. So can I can end her pathetic life."

"And Steve and Casey?"

"Well I killed those two for you," he says.

"For me?" I echo.

"Yes. Both put you through so much hell especially Steve. That motherfucker deserved what he got."

"And why would you do that for me?"

"Because I fûcking love you, Sophie."

My eyes widen, "you better not be fucking with me Billy."

"I'm not. I've wanted to say something but it would jeopardize my plan with Sidney. But since your confession at the party tonight. I had to tell you the truth."

I push him towards the bed, causing him to sit, and I straddle his waist.

"Tell me. After you kill Sidney will you stop with the murders?"

"That's the plan," he places his hands and rest them on my ass and I cup his face with both hands.

"I want in," I say, "I want in on this plan. I want to help you and Stu."

Billy shakes his head, "no sweatheart, you're the innocent one of the three of us, you need to stay that way. I don't want you getting caught in this mess. "

"But what if I want to be? And I don't want anything happening to you and Stu, what happens if you get caught?"

Billy just strokes my cheek with one hand softly, "we won't. We have a plan."

"But I want to help. I hate Sidney and those fûck rags. They've done nothing but steal you from me and belittled me. And I'm a big girl. I'm not as innocent as you think, Billy."

"I know you're not, but you're still innocent to me, do you really want to be involved in my dark life?" He asks, doubt filling his dark eyes as he stares at me with such intent.

"I'd do anything for you," I vow.

He smiles softly, "you're too perfect for me. I don't want to tarnish you."

I grip his face a little harder and move my hips slightly over this, causing him to groan at my action.

"I want to be tarnished by you Billy. This heart, body and soul is all yours to do anything with it."

He smirks, "anything?"

I nod.

'How about we finish what you started at that party?"

I blink at him innocently, "I don't know what you're talking about"

"Oh?" He grunts with a mischievous look in his eyes, "Do you want a reminder?"

"Yes , please." I say breathlessly.

"Well first of all, you decided to wear this red fucking dress, making me lose my mind with how fucking good you look in this color, so innocent and fucked up, just for me. It's my favorite color."

"I know," I smirk, " That's why I wore it."

He chuckles lowly, "of course you did, you little slut."

I let out whimper at the degrading words, clenching my thighs together on his waist, rocking back and forth on his clothed member.

"You like that huh?" He thrusts his hips up into my clothed core. Only panties were separating me from his delicious assault, but they were getting wetter the more and more he teased me with his hard length. "You like being called a slut?"

I nod,

He takes a hand and pulls down one side of my dress down, I wasn't wearing bra so my bare breast was revealed to him, he pinches my nipple between his forefinger and thumb, " Answer me."

"Y-yes," I murmur.

He smirks, "good."

Then he leans in and claims my lips with his, his lips are hot and soft at the same time. He tastes like strawberries and cigarettes. His sandalwood and citrus aroma engulfs me in an intoxicating wave. And I cling to his hair, rocking my hips back and forth along his clothed length. Kissing him back with as much hunger and urgency as he is. I moan when he pushes past my lip, caressing my tongue with his own.

This kiss was way better than any of my fantasies. I was finally kissing Billy Loomis.

I break away slightly. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to kiss you."

"You could have always asked for a kiss you know."

He starts pressing his lips along the curve of my neck, planting sloppy kisses and biting slightly. I instantly turn into putty in his hands, I wanted more.

"Billy," I chant over and over as he slowly pushes my dress down, so that my breasts are completely bare to him, he takes them both into his hands, kneading them as he continues his trial along my neck.

He breaks the kiss to study me, " you are so fucking beautiful, Sophie."

His words send waves of desire all the way down to my core, and I claw desperate at his shirt, wanting it off. Wanting to touch what was finally mine.

"Take this off," I demand.

He chuckles, "you're so bossy, it's sexy. "

He lifts his arms up and lets me pull his shirt off, I toss it on the floor. I run my hands along his smooth torso, and down to his stomach. He was so beautiful it was unreal.

This moment felt too unreal.

"How are you so beautiful, Billy?" I ask in awe.

"You're the one who's gorgeous, sweetheart," He murmurs against my skin.

Then he pushes me down on the bed, he rips the rest of my dress off, throws it somewhere in the room and begins trailing kisses all over my body. From my neck, to my breasts, sucking and massaging them. Encircling my nipples and flicking them with his tongue, causing me to arch into his touch.

"God, Billy. That feels so good."

"You're a virgin right?" He asks looking up into my eyes, as he continues down to my stomach.

I nod, "yes."

"So no one else has touched you like this before? Just me ?"

I smile softly, stroking a hand through his hair as his head is in between my legs face hovering above where I want him, I can feel his hot breath caressing it, sending shivers of desperation throughout my body. I knew I was soaking my panties. That's how badly I wanted him. That's how desperate I was to have him. I needed him. This is the affect he had on me.

"Just you, Billy. I didn't want anyone touching my body except for you. This body is all for you to claim however you want."

His eyes darken even more, to an almost black. Something so primal and feral looks back at me and I shiver. The eyes of a killer. My killer. But they weren't filled with murderous rage or insanity. They were filled with lust for me.

"No one else gets to touch your body, but me, if anyone touches you- I'll kill them," he growls before ripping my panties and tossing them to the floor.

"Same thing goes for you Billy, I don't want anyone else touching what's mine."

"Sounds like a deal." He trails a finger along the seam of my slit, my desperation coating his finger, causing him to groan, "you're so wet, and it's all because of me isn't it ?"

"Only because of you. Only for you."

"Fuck, I was going to tease you, but now I just need to taste you, Sophie."

With that, he dives in. Like a man starved from his last meal, he begins eating me out with such hunger. Flicking my nub, swirling his devil sent tongue around in circles sending me into a moaning and frantic mess. The pleasure he was giving me had to be illegal. For I never imagined it to feel this good. In all my wildest dreams, it felt too good to be real.

"Oh, Billy," I sigh, "don't stop," bucking my hips, pushing his head in deeper, trying to get him as close as possible and creating more friction. But his hands hold me down from squirming.

He just hums against my clit, sending vibrations through my core, the sensation becoming to great.

Then he does something even more exquisite, he inserts a finger in, "holy fuck, you're so fucking tight. And you taste so fucking good. You're my own personal high and now that I've tasted you. I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough."

"You can have me whenever you want, Billy."

"So desperate and willing for me, aren't you?" He taunts, adding another finger, stretching me out. He continues to thrust them in and out, I whine for him to go faster. "Such a desperate little whore for a psycho killer, knowing what I could really do to this body. I bet it turns you on doesn't it? You like that I kill for you?"

I nod, "fuck yes. I love it."

He laughs, "what a whore. Such a filthy whore for me to fuck whenever I please? "

His dirty words causing the pressure in me to build up, I was on the edge of losing it. Him degrading me was overwhelmingly hot.

"Yes, Billy. I'm your whore to fuck."

He grin, "such perfect girl for me. You're so perfect, love," he continues his assault on my pussy with his tongue; his fingers curling sending me into overdrive and it becomes to much. I can feel myself shaking.

"Billy- I- I'm going to cum," I cry out, as his pace goes even faster.

"Do it, cum for me, you little whore."

With that I unleash myself all over him, panting he lifts his head up, "you ready for me to take your virginity?"

He quickly strips out of the rest of his clothes, his pants and boxers falling to the floor. He steps out and my jaw drops to the floor at the sight before me. He was huge.

I blink slightly nervous, "is that even going to fit?"

He chuckles, "it'll fit."

Then he's hovering over me once more, sitting standing between my legs, he runs the head of his cock along the slit of my pussy, teasing it, causing to whine in protest.

He gives himself a few strokes before aligning the tip with my entrance. He captures my lips with his to distract me from the pain as he slowly pushes in.

I can't help but wince a little at the the slight discomfort, but I revel in the burning sensation of being stretched open- of him filling every inch of my velvet walls until he's fully seated at the hilt.

"Are you doing alright?" He asks.

"I'm not glass Billy, you can lose all restraint with me. Fuck me as hard as you want Billy."

He gives a few slow thrusts before pulling all the way out only to slam back in, I have to cling to him as he begins to fuck me in a brutal way, trapping me in an overwhelming feeling of bliss. He grips my hips tightly, slamming his hips over and over into mine. My nails dig into his back for purchase and he groans.

"You feel so good wrapped around me, you're like a fucking vise. You're so fucking tight- it's incredible the way you feel."

I arch my back as he bites my shoulder, fucking me even harder. All of my senses are being drowned out. The only thing I can feel is him repeatedly hitting my walls over and over. The only thing i can hear is his breathy grunts and skin slapping against skin. The only thing I can see is him. For a moment I forget I exist. Because all that exists in this moment is him, and I wanted this moment to last forever. I wanted to be under his control forever.

"Please Billy. Don't stop. You feel so good," I praise. I grip his head and pull him towards me, infusing our lips together again. I didn't want anything to separate us in this moment. Because I was afraid if I blinked my eyes he would disappear. I didn't want him to disappear.

—-

Billy was mind blown by the sight beneath him. The way Sophie was letting him use her in every way. The complete control she had given him made him feel powerful. Powerful in way that taking a life could never makes him feel.

Killing people was a way to cope with his anger. But being with Sophie helped him see things in a new light.

He was so completely enamored with the way she felt around him. The way she had excepted him despite being the monster he is- he didn't understand why she still would want to be with him after everything he's done. Because he was fucked up. But perhaps she was just as fucked up and he just felt this desire to be consumed by everything that she can give him. He would kill anyone that ever hurt her. She was the only one that made him feel anything. She was the only one he could love. He hated everything and everyone. He didn't love or have compassion for any form of life- but with Sophie he could to all those things and it would be only for her and no one else.

He would only love for her.

—-

I'm a series of moans and whimpers as Billy has found my spot, "yes Billy right there."

His gaze is so intense it sends me over the edge and I feel myself on the brink of letting go of all that pent up emotions and pleasure he was giving me.

"I can feel you clenching around me, are you close?"

"I am."

But before I can cum, I feel him pulling out.

"Billy," I whine at the feeling of being empty and not being able to release my climax.

"I want to try something," he says, I see him picking up something from the ground. I notice the knife.

"Please, do whatever you want to me, as long as I get to cum -"

"I'll let you cum when I say you can."

I glare at him, "don't be an asshole, Billy."

"I wouldn't be me if I wasn't an asshole," he flashes That obnoxiously devilish grin of his and I knew he was up to nothing good. "But you love me for it."

"Oh fuck you, Billy Loomis."

"Tsk tsk, do I need to tie your mouth shut for being rude? Everyone is right about one thing, your mouth can be so fucking rude and I think someone needs punish you."

"Why don't you shut it for me?" I taunt, licking my lips in a seductive way and he growls.

He stalks towards me in a predatory way, causing my thighs to clench, "oh you'll get what's coming to you, you little bitch."

"You have to catch me first."

His grin only widens, "you want to play a game?"

"Why don't you come and get me Mr. Ghostface?"

Naked, I push past him, picking up his mask, I slip it on my face and run out of the room and down the hall.

I can feel him cursing as he chases after me, I just giggle. Giving him the middle finger.

As soon as I reach the stairs, a closet door flies open, Billy jumps out, grabbing me by the arm.

"Trying to beat me at my game, when this is my house," he laughs darkly. "I do admit you look so sexy wearing my mask with nothing else on."

Then he's slamming me against the wall, trapping me with his body. I can feel his throbbing hard cock press against my ass.

"I'm going to rip this pussy until it's bleeding," he threatens.

Without letting me respond, I feel him grabbing my ass, slamming into me again. But this time there's no gentle or carefulness in the way he's handling me. No he's manhandling me as he takes me against the wall. He yanks off the mask, and wraps a hand around my throat, my moans are cut off when he squeezes my throat while he fucks me from behind. His thrusts are harsh and unforgiving.

"Such a fûcking naughty whore, trying to run away from me, such a filthy bitch for talking back to me," he nips at my ear, "I will no longer be gentle. I am going to fuck you until your black and blue."

I can't respond with his hand wrapped my throat, but I moan instead. The mixture of pleasure and pain mixing together in such a delicious way, I was ruined. Utterly and wholly ruined by Billy.

I can feel him hitting my sensitive spot again yelling more filthy, degrading insults and I was basking in them all. Basking in every inch of his soul he was giving me as his thrusts became more feral, sharper. My walls began to clench around his cock once more.

"Please Billy," I plead, my voice hoarse, "please let me cum this time."

"I don't know if you've earned it yet."

As I'm about to orgasm, he's pulling out again.

swiftly turning me around so I'm facing him, he lifts me up so my legs are wrapping around him and carries me to his room. Once we reach his room, he tosses me on the bed.

He picks up the knife that was on the floor.

In a blink of an eye, he's got me splayed on the bed before him and he's ramming into me again, he's got the tip of his blade running down my chest, enough to graze my skin but not deep enough to pierce. He trails it up towards my neck, and then around my tits, sending shivers along my skin with its coldness and the sharpeness of the blade. Having it so close but piercing, was an exhilarating feeling.

He pushes the tip in just a little at the valley of my breasts, nicking me just slightly, causing me to hiss and moan at the sharp pain because even though it stung just a little it felt so good mixed in with the pleasure of his thrusts.

"You're blood is so pretty," he then takes his hands and begins smearing the blood over my body; a twisted smile contorting his face as he slides the blade down the middle to my stomach, again not enough to kill me enough to make me feel a little bit of pain and to me to bleed. Seeing him lost in the depths of his dark fantasy had me losing my mind. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them- licks my blood off his hands. "Fuck, your blood tastes so fûcking good too."

The sight of him tasting my blood is the most erotic sight I've ever seen and it sends me into overdrive. All my logical senses fading away.

He takes those hands and wraps them both around my neck again, my vision is getting hazy and waves of pleasure and pain are taking over my body once more.

I can sense he's close too, for his thrusts are getting sloppier and more erractic, he grunts become louder.

"You want to cum?" He demands, squeezing my throat slightly, and I cry out.

"Please, Billy. Let me cum."

"You've been such a good girl for me," he praises. "You can let go now. Cum all over my cock, sweetheart."

"Cum with me," I beg.

He growls at this, "you want me to fill you up? You want to be filled up with my cum?"

"Fuck yes!" I practically scream out.

"Cum with me," he demands, letting go of my neck and pushing down on my wound, causing me to scream his name out over and over, for my orgasm to finally crash over, and he releases inside me at the same time, filling me up with so much cum. He groans at the sight. "Fuck, look at how well my cum fills you up."

He continues to milk through our orgasms, a mix of cum, blood and sweat soak the sheets and when he finally pulls out, both of us collapsing onto the bed.

"Are you okay?" He asks, "did I go too far?"

I shake my head, "no."

"Even with your wound ?"

"Everything you did to me felt amazing, I couldn't ask for anyone else to take my virginity. And you've made me love you even more."

"Me being a serial killer doesn't turn you off ?" He asks.

"No. And I meant what I said. I want to help you and Stu."

"We'll have to tell Stu," Billy says.

"So who's next on your list?"

"Stu and I will fill you in on everything tomorrow, I promise," Billy says, getting up from the bed, "for now we need to get you cleaned up. We made quite the mess."

He then scoops me up in his arms and I take a look at the scene of carnage.

"That's going to be hard to come out," I say. "You might need new sheets."

"Nah, I might keep these for awhile, especially when they are painted with your blood-"

I roll my eyes, "you really get off on my blood? So why don't you kill me?"

"Because you're the only thing that keeps me sane, and despite my love of blood - I'm love you more and I want you as my girl for life. I'm sorry it took me so long to me to notice your feelings and I'm sorry for letting it get in the way of what we both wanted. We could have been together long ago- we've wasted so much time."

I just hug him as he carries me to the bathroom and he places me on the counter, as he gets the shower going.

"You don't need to apologize Billy, we both never spoke about how we feel, but now we are finally together and that's all that matters. And if anything or anyone gets in the way, we'll just have to kill them."

He grins, "you're definitely my girl. And when Sidney is dead, we can be together without any more delays."

"Well then lets hurry up and get that bitch out of the way."

He chuckles, "as you wish, Sophie. For now let's shower and we can discuss the agenda later."

I smile at him, reveling in pride that he was finally mine.

#billy loomis smut #ghostface #scream #slashers #billy loomis #oneshot

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strawberriebabbles · 2 years

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the soldier and the spy - beginnings

(not my gif, i just found it online)

pairing: rick flag x minji lee (ofc)

summary: rick gets to meet his lieutenant for the first time. he doesn't seem to like her too much.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: cussing. a not so nice flashback. blood. minji being sassy. i think that's all, if there's anything i missed pls let me know!

notes: so i'm re-entering the writing scene, so this might not be the best! so if you guys see anything i should improve on, pls tell me! this also takes place during the first suicide squad (2016) i also imagine that rick is in his like mid-20's, so like 25-26... idk i have bad concepts of time

There was so much blood everywhere. It almost looked unrealistic.

The bloody knife lay abandoned on the floor and Minji’s fist remained balled up so that she wouldn’t be able to notice her trembling.

The bony fingers that belonged to the Overseer crept onto Minji’s shoulders, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "What’s our mantra?" Minji gulped harshly as she heard those words, trying not to puke at the scene in front of her. But she stayed still, her 6-year-old figure looking down the lifeless body of a young girl that lay surrounded in her blood. She reminded herself that it was either that girl’s life or hers.

"It's every girl for herself."

“You know we can't control these people.” General Edwards’s voice cut through Minji’s memories, bringing her back to the present moment.

“Agent Lee.” Waller motioned to Minji. The young woman stood up and smoothed down her skirt before walking over to her boss.

“Meet Agent Minji Lee or you might know her as ‘Rogue’. Everything that we have on her history and the work she’s done under my command is in your briefing packs. Formerly employed by the LOA, she defected to me when she was 18. She was experimented on by them and was given extraordinary powers. Even without her powers, she’s a deadly weapon.” Waller introduced, watching as the spy settled right next to her. Minji closed her eyes, the lights flickering a little as she closed her eyes and started to focus on her abilities.

“This meeting is now a magic show?”

“Magic or not, this girl can do some pretty incredible things.” Waller defended before turning her head towards Minji. “Go get it.”

Taking a deep breath, Minji reopened her eyes, her irises completely black. Bringing her hands together, a black vapor started emanating from her hands. She then pulled her hands apart, causing a binder to slam down in front of General Edwards. Letting her hands fall back down to her sides, Minji’s eyes returned to their normal color.

“How about a little something from the weapons ministry vault in North Korea?” Waller taunted, watching as Edwards scrambled to look through the binder.

“We've been chasing these plans for years.”

“Thank you, Lee, you can sit back down.” Waller addressed, giving Minji a slight smirk.

“Yes ma’am,” Minji replied, walking back over to her seat next to Flag, who had an astonished expression on his face. She looked over at Flag, raising her eyebrow. “Why do you look so shocked? You’ve seen the Enchantress.”

“Guess I wasn’t expecting that from someone like you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Colonel?”

“You’re just so… tiny.”

“Thank you, Mr. Chairman.” Waller thanked Edwards as the session ended. Minji then stood up, Flag and June following suit. “Lee, you’ll be going back with Flag and Dr. Moone, I have to stay and set up some other things. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow at Belle Reve, we’re gonna pay a visit to the rest of your squad.” She informed, turning to Flag before handing him some files. “Here’s everything you need to know about the members, if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask Lee.”

“Yes ma’am.” Flag responded, taking the files and putting them under his arm.

The trio walked out of the conference room, heading towards the exit. “Thank you so much Minji, I appreciate that I didn’t need to summon her.” June was the first to speak, looking over at the spy with a light smile. Minji returned the smile and nodded. “It was no problem, it’s a part of my job.”

“So what exactly are your powers?” June questioned after they’d all gotten into the car, seemingly interested in Minji’s abilities after seeing them.

“I’m telekinetic. I can read minds and move things with my mind in basic terms.” Minji explained simply, looking over at Flag, who was reading through his files. “Oh wow, that’s so interesting.” June lamented, looking out of the window before turning to look at Minji again.

“How does mind-reading work? Are you able to turn it off?” June continued to question Minji, her curiosity getting the best of her. “Uh, in a way, I suppose I can turn it off. I just tune it out, unless I need to hear someone else’s thoughts.” The psychic answered after thinking about it for a moment. The ride continued like that, June asking questions while Minji answered them.

Soon enough, they made it to the hotel they’d all be staying at. Flag got out first, followed by June and then Minji. The women continued to chatter about little things as they walked into the hotel. Minji stepped up to the receptionist first, getting her key before looking over at Flag and June. “I’ll see you guys later, maybe we could go for dinner?” She asked, getting a nod in return from June. “Yes of course!” The archeologist responded as Flag got their room key.

After making it to her room, Minji walked over to her suitcase, deciding to get changed into something a little more comfortable. She quickly threw on biker shorts, a cropped turtleneck, and a jumper. Almost immediately after she’d pulled on her jumper, there was a knock on her door. Grabbing the gun she’d stashed in her suitcase, she slowly approached her door. After looking through the peephole, she realized that it was just Flag. She threw the gun onto her bed before opening the door. “Flag.”

“Lee. I was just wondering if we could talk.” Flag said, staring down at the small girl in front of him. Minji nodded, wordlessly stepping aside so that he could walk in. “What can I help you with Colonel?” She asked, closing the door behind him before walking over to her bed. Flag looked around, his eyes landing on the gun before turning to look at her with his eyebrow raised.

“You can never be too careful,” Minji spoke, shrugging her shoulders. Flag nodded in understanding before plopping the stack of files he’d brought with him on the desk in her room. “Why are you the only person without a file?” He asked, turning to look back at the petite girl, who was now sitting on her bed.

“I don’t know,” Minji responded, looking up at him before looking over at the files. “Maybe you’re not high enough clearance to know about me. It would have been pointless for her to hand you a blacked-out file.”

“Are you controlling her those little powers of yours?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I was. Besides, isn’t Enchantress controlling you?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Flag fumed, making Minji smirk a little. “I know you don’t actually love her. Yet, whenever you’re around her, you're madly in love with her, isn’t that right?” She quipped, standing up from her bed. “That’s not true. I love June, even when I'm not around her!” Flag argued, moving closer to the female, feeling almost threatened by her.

“I read minds and collect intelligence for a living Colonel, what’d you expect?” She pointed out, not budging as Flag’s figure moved closer to her. “How the fuck am I supposed to work with someone as insufferable as you?” He growled, his eyes filled with anger.

“I’d wait till tomorrow to say that. But, I’ll help you out. Spar with me tomorrow morning before we head to Belle Reve. Every time you win, if you do, I’ll answer a question.” Minji suggested, looking up at the Colonel.

“And if I lose?”

“Buy me breakfast.”

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ironmandeficiency · 3 years

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tf boys + dnd headcanons (bc i clearly have nothing better to do)

pairings: benny miller / reader (romantic) but platonic w the rest of the tf boys

word count: i’m typing this in the post itself good luck fuckers

summary: i got nothing y’all. just know that benny & will have a little extra info idk why

a/n: i’m semi-new to dnd but i’m armed w the player’s handbook and google so i will do my best

benny: i think dnd was a guilty pleasure for him during high school. yeah he was seen as a Hot Popular Guy™️ and played football and baseball, but there is and always has been a nerd living in that heart of gold. had one (1) set of dice he used for every campaign and even kept them with him when deployed. he joined a campaign for the first time in years after coming back from The Mission That Shall Not Be Named™️. creating new characters & a homebrew or two became a way for him to cope with everything that happened there and heal.

details abt (one of) benny’s character(s):

half-orc barbarian-bard multiclass, affectionately known as a bardbarian

college of lore + berserker pathways

himbo af and benny laughs a lot when he gets to act out said himboness

character has a tendency to start bar fights if his talent is questioned, and usually it’s beating them with his fists and/or lute. there’s an npc that owns an instrument shop the half-orc frequents that gives him a glare every time but will always repair or replace said lute

uses vicious mockery against the BBG (big bad guy) every time they face a new one and the guys have never laughed so hard at benny’s random insults

focuses more on utility spells bc it’s just that easy for him to beat the hell out of someone with fists and weapons. becomes a jack of all trades kind of guy (similar to irl) and enjoys the “oh shit he can do that?” questions when he pulls off an intricate

when you offhandedly mention dnd night with your friends while planning for a date, benny’s eyes go wide. “you play dnd?! why didn’t you tell me earlier, lovebug? i love dnd!” precious baby boy will gush abt his first campaign back in high school and find his first set of dice to show you. he’s excited bc dnd is now another thing you can do together as a couple. will ask if you two can make characters with interlocking backstories 🥺

will: he didn’t play in high school but knew some guys in basic training that played who explained the basics to him and his first thought was “oh benny would love this” bc he knows his brother that well benny never had the heart to tell will that he had been playing dnd for years before will told him abt it so will takes credit for introducing benny to dnd. didn’t join a campaign but a character was built & he was gifted a set of dice from that group’s dm in case he ever wanted to start. ends up taking this character with him when he joins one of your campaigns and enjoys it a lot more than he thought he would

details abt will’s character:

goliath male, abt 7’8” and 300ish lbs bc he a big chonk

ranger-fighter multiclass — “warrior who used martial prowess and nature magic to combat threats on the edge of civilization” & “master of martial combat, skilled with a variety of weapons and armor” (pg. 45, dnd player’s handbook)

you can’t tell me that william miller wouldn’t enjoy the FUCK out of this combo without your pants catching fire

favored terrain: mountain, forest at level 6, and arctic at level 10

fighting style: two-weapon fighting

archetype: beast master. prefers a wolf, hawk, or mule companion but isn’t too picky

less of an emphasis on strength (goliath characters already get +1 to strength & rangers need more dexterity and wisdom anyways); instead, put his higher stat rolls into dex, wisdom, and constitution

you mention dnd early in getting to know will partly to just make conversation (and to snuff out whether he was the kind of guy to look down on the game as a whole). he tells you abt benny and a few of his army friends that played, and that he didn’t consider himself a player bc he hadn’t used his character yet. you called bullshit and, after getting him to play once, discovered that will would make a fabulous dm. his memory? impeccable. session plans? infallible, no matter what the party can improvise. is somehow always able to steer the party in the direction he needs them to go without being forceful. no one has ever heard a “you can certainly try” sound so encouraging yet foreboding at the same time.

frankie: poor man is absolutely clueless. he joins in on the dnd fun bc he saw how excited benny was and figured that it would be better than sitting at home by himself watching western reruns. ends up being inspired by said westerns (namely “the rifleman”) when creating his character and is crossing his fingers the entire time hoping that no one calls him on the similarities. despite the emphasis placed on charisma, he’s drawn to the paladin class bc of their self-chosen holy quest and the desire to vanquish evil (trauma 🥺). is learning how spells work as he goes and is frequently apologizing for holding up the session bc of this.

details abt frankie’s character:

half-elf paladin male

neutral good alignment

worships helm, god of protection (forgotten realms)

strength & charisma highest stats

protection fighting style

takes the oath of vengeance — “a solemn commitment to punish those who have committed a grevious sin” (phb, pg. 87). the character’s own purity is inferior to serving the justice they believe is required. to me, this just SCREAMS frankie

with the guidance of helm, his character became the sole caretaker to a child whose village was slaughtered by his character’s sworn enemy. strives to defeat said sworn enemy both in the name of his adopted son’s lost family & simply bc helm was like “dude you gotta stop this guy” shortly before frankie’s character found the child

has a bunch of healing & defense spells instead of combat spells bc why would he need combat spells if he can just fuck someone up with a weapon of choice?

santiago: like frankie, santi was absolutely clueless. but unlike frankie, he did a fuck ton of research during the days leading to the first night of the campaign. he he showed up after actually having done research with a well-rounded character with fitting stats and an intriguing backstory. does what a lot of men can’t and won’t by giving the party a female that is a genuine badass and respected for her badassery instead of being talked down to simply bc she’s a female. enjoys putting feline tendencies into his rp and the guys make cat jokes a lot.

details abt santiago’s character:

female tabaxi monk, way of the open hand

chaotic neutral alignment

was raised in the monastery and became a teacher in the ways for a short time. left the monastery after her curiosity revealed corruption within the ranks & was only allowed to leave freely under the condition of not telling anyone what she found

she was called back to teach when a sickness took down a lot of the elders and despite the reluctance, when she learned her mentor was sick, she went back. taught until his death and is in search of a medicine to save the monastery

her curiosity is fueled by her passion to learn everything she can. sometimes this gets her into some shenanigans but nothing too bad

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#triple frontier imagine #triple frontier hc #triple frontier #frankie morales #will miller #william ironhead miller #benny miller #santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia #francisco catfish morales #dungeons and dragons #jay plays dnd #dnd

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