#biker!kira

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// scireo biker au! //

|| wip — on my body like a tattoo

|| tags — biker!kira, biker!theo, biker!scott, mechanic!theo, tattoo artist!kira, vet!scott, established relationship

It’s not till Theo rolls to a stop at the bar his partners said they wanted to go to that he realizes he lost them somewhere on the drive over. He winces internally, taking his helmet off while watching how Kira and Scott come pulling in.

“Asshole! What was that?” Kira’s first to whip into the parking space beside Theo, an arched brow and unimpressed face when her helmet gets pulled off.

“Uh—.” There’s nothing Raeken can say, he gets so caught up in his head while riding he often forgets that he has people following him. And he likes speed, a lot of it, unlike Scott who prefers to stay riding at the speed limit. Kira would argue that Scott’s just following the law but Theo finds it rather annoying to stay at such a “slow” pace.

“Babe you really gotta slow down, you swerve around cars like you’re invincible.” Scott’s tone is much softer than Kira’s. Theo almost says that he’d heal if he got hit, and that Scott’s a veterinarian so he’d know how to fix Theo anyways, but he keeps his mouth shut.

“I know, I’m sorry. Wanna go in now?” He flashes the best smile he can and thankfully, Kira and Scott grin back. Hopefully he won’t be stuck sleeping on the couch tonight.

[wowieeitsisa]

I had the MOST insane rework idea just to realize I don’t fucking know how to draw a biker AND NEITHER A MOTORCYCLE

[distantpagesandpapercuts]

“I just thought I’d stop by and see how you’re doing.”

FALLOUT (TV SERIES, 2024): Episode Four

"That so? How sweet of you."

This wasn't terribly uncommon. Scratch tended to turn up every so often if she herself didn't stop by any of the camps he was used to. Perhaps he worried she'd finally bitten off more than she could chew?

"You were worried about lil ole me, Scratch?" Kira smiles slightly, pencil scribbling on paper before her hands idly return to the chemistry set before her.

@thx-lost-yxars

[gvfgal]

1. Homeward Bound

Barbarian. Biker!Jake

18+ minors evaporate!!!

A/n: As promised, here’s chapter one! I’m doing things a little different this time, telling the story more from Jake’s point of view than the readers. It works well for this story, and I think you guys will enjoy the way it plays out. Also, no disrespect to Genoa, NV! Never been, I’m sure it’s a lovely place, but for the sake of my story, it’s a shithole.

Content Warnings: Drinking & Smoking (constant theme throughout), language, mentions of death, Jake and reader are a couple of sluts but we love them for it, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (please don’t be like them), fingering (f rec.), dirty talk, Not really a warning, but I use the words tavern/ bar/ and or “Riley’s” interchangeably, they’re all the same place.

Word Count: 6.2k

Jake always loved the open road. It was the only time he truly felt like himself, the only time he felt truly invincible. The last time he traveled down Route 95, however, he was headed in the opposite direction, escaping the very life he was about to throw himself back into.

After Ace’s visit and a night of drinking, Jake finally settled on the decision to return home. He put most of his belonging into storage, only packing what would fit on the back of his bike. As far as his job, he wasn’t too worried. He had a sit down with Hank a couple days before he left and explained the situation. “You know you always have a job should you decide to come back,” Hank told him. Jake turned in his shop keys, and that was the end of that.

On the night before his departure, he tracked Kira down at some seedy motel and told her he’d be leaving town, to which she began to cry, begging him not to leave. In all honestly, it made him want to vacate even more.

The next morning, before the sun even had a chance to rise, Jake was on the road, homeward bound.

The desert stretched out before him, a vast expansion of rugged beauty underneath the unforgiving sun. The roar of his motorcycle engine echoed through the emptiness, punctuating the silence that came with the open road. As he ventured deeper into the heart of Nevada, the land seemed to hold it’s breath, anticipation simmering in the air. Dust clouds billowed in his wake as he leaned into the twists and turns, feeling as if he were becoming one with the machine.

Finally, after a couple more hours of riding, the small wooden sign came into view, signaling his arrival.

‘Welcome to Genoa. Nevada’s oldest town.’

The outskirts of the tiny dot on the map loomed into view, it’s familiar silhouette etched against the sky. He slowed his pace as he entered, taking in the scenery that was almost identical to the way it was when he left. His town, a decaying relic in the desert, clung stubbornly to it’s dilapidated existence. The streets stretched out before him like veins choked with neglect, lined with crumbling facades and and fading signs that once promised prosperity. Shuttered business stood as silent sentinels, bearing witness to the ebb and flow that was Genoa.

Nature, too, had woven it’s touch, with wildflowers defiantly blooming in forgotten corners. A gentle reminder to Jake that even in death, life finds a way. The sight filled him with a mixture of disgust and an odd kind of loyalty. Despite it’s decay it held the indelible marks of his roots, memories were etched deep within it’s neglected corners. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, Genoa was still home, a bitter reminder of the life he’d never be able to escape.

Using only his memory, Jake continued through town in search of Ace’s house. Just when he thought he was lost, the row of bikes lined up outside of an old rundown manufactured home proved his memory wasn’t so rusty after all. He parked near the end of the line before making his way up to the front door. He could already hear the rambunctious group of men far before he was on the porch, and he figured knocking would be no use. Besides, it was only Ace’s house, and Jake knew he was welcomed in as if he lived there himself, which he did, at one point.

When he swung the door open, the buzz of conversation came to an abrupt halt, and every head in the room turned to look at him, staring as if they’d seen a ghost.

Ace was the last to look at him, and when he did, a large grin spread across his face.

“Jake! You made it!”

The rest of the men erupted into cheers, glad to see their beloved Barbarian prince return.

“Jake, you remember Steeljaw right?” Ace bellowed as he gave him a shove forward into the crowd.

Jake smiled, “how could I forget? It’s good to see you man.”

Steeljaw was never very affectionate, and the life altering incident he encountered did little to change that, if anything, it had an opposite effect. But when it came to Jake, there was always a soft spot. He tolerated most people, but Jake, he actually liked. He could never figure out why, and in the end, he never tried to.

Jake expected a rough handshake or a punch in the shoulder, but was pleasantly caught off guard when Steeljaw scooped him up into a hug.

“It’s good to have you back.”

Ace went around reintroducing Jake to the guys, each of them in turn giving Jake hugs and handshakes and ‘welcome backs’. Hellhound. Snakebite. Madcap. Django. Renegade. And so many more. With each of these men, Jake carried a special memory. He loved each and every one of them, that was something he couldn’t deny. There were his family, other than his mom (another interesting story for another day), the Barbarians were all that Jake had. They all seemed to really miss him, and he missed all of them too.

Well, almost all of them.

“And of course, Nicky No Name.”

Ace pushed the tall slender guy forward, mouthing a ‘play nice’ to Jake behind his back. Jake’s disdain for Nicky went far beyond the fact that he was an overall awful person. For him, Nicky’s face was a reminder of the loss of the one person who’s presence he missed the most in that room, and it wasn’t Rex.

Jake gave Nicky a tight lipped smile, “Triple N, we meet again.” He knew how much he hated that nickname, which is why it felt that much better to say it.

Nicky narrowed his eyes at Jake with a scowl, before correcting it almost immediately. “Jake Kiszka. Prince of the Barbarians.”

Nicky also knew how much Jake hated that nickname.

Ace knew that was just about as polite as the two could get, so he quickly dismissed Nicky and returned his attention to Jake.

“I’m surprised you actually came.”

“You and me both.”

“How was the ride?”

Jake shrugged, “long.”

Ace chuckled, knowing good and well that anytime Jake was on the road, he had a blast. But he was never one to admit those kinds of things out loud, so he left it be.

“What do ya say we head over to your old man’s house? Get that out the way now?”

Dread crept into Jake’s veins, entwining with grief, as he realized that returning to his childhood home stirred a peculiar turmoil within him. Overshadowing even the weight of the impending funeral. He swallowed it down though, if only momentarily, to respond to Ace.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

The men hopped on their bikes and began making the short ride down to the old trailer park that was once Jake’s kingdom. Cactus Creek Village, quite the kingdom to be sure. The chipped paint on the entry sign proof of just how much the place had to offer.

Images of the past flicked through his minds eye as he inched his way through. The laughter that once echoed through the trees, riding his bike with his friends, pretending they were motorcycles until the street lights came on. All the joys of his youthful innocence. But beneath the surface of those fond recollections lay layers of pain, unsealed wounds, and fractured connections. Those feeling were all the more solidified as the house came into view.

A house whose walls were etched with both solace and strife. As he put his bike in park out front, it felt like a collision of two worlds, grief and nostalgia intertwining in an intricate dance.

“Look the same?” Ace asked as he got off his bike and came to stand with Jake.

He squinted his eyes at the structure, noticing that most of the damage that he left behind was still there. “Too much.”

His eyes grazed the lackluster trailer park with a neutral expression. Scenes of his complicated childhood played like mirages on front of him, sublime memories that still haunted his dreams. He wondered for a moment if coming back there was a bad idea.

Several feet away, the door of a trailer swung open, hitting the wall so hard that the sound sent a stray cat scampering from underneath the disheveled porch. You stepped outside, an already burning cigarette hanging between your plump lips with disinterest. Those lips, so perfectly pink and inviting, stole the air from Jake’s lungs. His mind flashed briefly to the things that mouth could possibly do behind closed doors.

But he wasn’t able to focus on that for long before his eyes began to take in your attire (or the lack there of). A wife beater, clearly with no bra underneath. Your nipples stood erect against the thin fabric. Your breasts were in no way large, but just big enough for a handful, and that was good enough for him. Your bottom half was no more modest, a pair of gray cotton bikini underwear, nothing more. The curve of your hips was only slight, so slight, some may not have even counted it as a curve at all. But whatever the hell it was, Jake liked it, really liked it.

A pair of brown cowboy boots covered you from the mid calf, down. The scuffed leather on the toes led him to believe that you wore them often.

You were unaware of their presence at first, making your way down the stairs mindlessly before your eyes finally locked with Jake’s.

Yours were red and glossy, not from tears, that much was certain. Jake was sure that you’d realize your exposure and rush back inside to hide yourself like any normal girl would do. But he was quick to find out you were anything but normal.

You blinked once at him, expressionless in your affliction, and raised you fingers to your lips to remove the cigarette. Your nails were chipped midnight blue, hands appearing like fragile petals of a flower. You ashed the cigarette onto the ground, eyed never straying from his.

Admittedly, your stare was a bit intimidating, heavy and laden with something so intriguing it was as if you were hypnotizing him where he stood. You wedged the cigarette back into your mouth before tearing your eyes from him, returning to the task you set out to accomplish.

“Who’s that?” Jake asked, never removing his stare from where you were. He watched as you bent over to pick up a sun bleached watering can, surprised at the size of your ass. He hadn’t expected you to be carrying something like that behind you.

Ace shuffled up beside him and gave you a good once over, “that’s Riley’s girl. When he got sick, she came down here, kinda popped up out of nowhere, to take care of him till he passed. Never left after that.”

Jake turned and looked at him with a furrowed brow, “Riley’s dead?”

Ace laughed, “you really have been gone a long time, haven’t you? He’s been gone about two years now. Pancreatic cancer. He fought long and hard,” he nodded his head in your direction, “she took over the tavern too.”

Jake’s eyes found you again as you lazily poured water onto the foliage outside of the trailer. For it to be Nevada, you did a great job of keeping up your garden.

“She’s a bit quiet, doesn’t really talk to us much, but she’s a sweet girl.” He retrieved a key from his pocket and placed it in Jake’s hand, “I gotta get back to the guys before they burn my damn house down. Take all the time you need.” He hopped back on his bike and his engine roared to life, “we’re all hanging at the tavern later, if you wanna stop by.”

Jake nodded and watched as he backed out of the driveway and started down the road. Once he was out of sight, he turned back to watch you water your plants, his eyes tracking every dip and curve of your body.

When you noticed him staring again, you stood straight and faced him, raising your middle finger.

He smirked. Spitfire. Giving his dad’s house one more look, he decided that wasn’t a hill he was ready to conquer, not yet anyway. Instead, there was a wide open Nevada desert calling his name, and that was a call Jake could never stray away from. Tucking the key away in his jeans, Jake mounted his bike and cranked it to life. He pulled into the street until he was parallel with your trailer. You watched as a mischievous grin appeared on his face, his gloved hand raising to shoot you the finger right back. His bike screeched as he pulled off at a ridiculous speed, kicking up dirt behind him.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him drive away. Using context clues, you figured he was your neighbor Rex’s son. You’d heard stories about him from the gang hanging around the bar. The Barbarian Prince, they’d joke. You’d spent plenty of time with Rex, and although he was always pleasant with you, you knew any son of his had to be trouble.

But you were a magnet for trouble. It’s allure and consequences were woven into the very fabric of your existence. Trouble had been your steadfast companion, the architect of your tumultuous journey.

Trouble, is what landed you in Genoa in the first place.

But when it came to the mysterious beloved Barbarian, trouble never looked so good.

Most of the gang was already at Riley’s by the time Jake arrived. He’d spent his afternoon riding through the winding outskirts of Genoa, allowing himself some much needed alone time before the next few days ahead. Pulling his tasseled hair into a messy low bun, Jake nudged the door open with his boot and stood at the threshold to scan the bar.

He quickly spotted Ace’s large frame seated at one of the barstools, but just as quickly, he noticed you. Your hair tied in a messy bun on the top of your head as you hustled behind the bar, mixing up drinks for the waiting Barbarians scattered about the space. A group of them huddled around the pool table drank and talked loudly, demanding their voices to be heard over the loud rock music playing from the old fashioned jukebox positioned in the corner. Jake gave them a quick assessment before returning his attention back to you.

You were wearing a muscle tank, if he had to guess, the same one from earlier, only this time you decided to put a bra on. Good Girl. The hot pink straps peaked from underneath the tank ever so slightly, he liked that even more. With a smirk plastered on his face, Jake made his way through the dimly lit bar, perching himself on the stool beside Ace and patting him on the shoulder, his eyes staying trained on you. You hadn’t noticed him yet, too busy fulfilling another drink order for a waiting couple. There was a thin sheen of sweat covering your body that, mixed with the contrastingly bright lights of the neon signs behind the bar, made you appear like an angel on earth. Glowing like a beacon, a beacon calling directly to Jake.

Before even glancing at him, you were talking. “What can I get for you?”

Jake chuckled at your obliviousness as he leaned forward onto the bar.

“Whiskey. Neat, please.”

When you finally turned to look at him, realization setting in, your face dropped, but Jake’s never faltered. He was a lot more handsome up close, something you hadn’t expected, but still relished in.

“Well, if it isn’t my Peeping Tom neighbor,” you smirked, wiping your hands on the towel that hung at your hip.

Your voice was like like honey. Smooth, rich, and pleasing to Jake’s ears. The very sound of it melded with the music filling the room made the hairs on his arms stand upright. It was as if every word you spoke was uttered with the intention of seduction, and it was working.

Your right eyebrow peaked on your face as you waited for his reply, arms crossing over your chest.

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one that came out of the house half naked,” he teased, his eyes boring directly into yours.

“You didn’t have to stare,” you quipped right back.

Jake shrugged, “how could I not?”

His response stunned you into silence, but not in a negative way. Being the object of his gaze, as good looking as he was, was enticing.

You’d never let him know that, though. So instead, you rolled your eyes and turned to pluck at the screen behind you.

“You want your tab opened, or closed?”

Jake was staring daggers into your back, still wearing that sly grin. His eyes traveled down to your ass, being hugged tightly by the black denim shorts you wore. They traveled further, all the way down your exposed legs and back up.

“Open…”

Ace turned his attention to the two of you, patting Jake on the shoulder, “no need, first rounds on me, sunshine.”

You smiled sweetly at Ace before pulling a glass down to prepare Jake’s drink.

“So, you’re Rex’s kid?” you asked.

Jake nodded, “the one and only. I think.”

You chuckled at his statement, knowing that when it came to Barbarians, that was probably a real concern. “Sorry to hear about his passing.”

He gave off another shrug as he retrieved his usual duo, a cigarette and his lighter, “wish I could say the same.”

This comment may have been off putting to others, but to you it was more than relatable.

You finished pouring his drink and slid it across the counter on a thin coaster.

“Well, he’ll be missed around here, anyway,” you glanced around the bar before focusing on Jake’s face, “but it seems like everyone’s glad to have you back.”

Jake’s attention was focused on getting his cigarette lit, and once it was, he looked back at you, noticing the way you were drinking in his features,his lips curled up around it.

“Glad to be back.”

He took his glass and raised it towards you, a silent confirmation that you were the reason for his satisfaction. You held each other’s gaze for what felt like forever, both grinning, yet silently assessing the other.

“Why do I feel like you’re nothing but trouble?” you questioned Jake, a hint of teasing in your voice.

Jake freed his mouth and leaned into you, and you instinctively did the same, your faces now hovering inches away from each other. The smell of tobacco on his breath was so intoxicating you could’ve kissed him in that very moment.

“Why do I feel the same about you?”

For a brief moment, you though he actually was about to kiss you, your mouths so close, all it took was one small movement to initiate. But just before it got to that point, Jake pulled away, standing from his seat and crossing over the the jukebox.

You watched as he flipped through the catalog, taking a sip of his drink in the process. Finally, Lick it Up by Kiss began playing loudly as Jake increased the volume. Turning back to you with that same smirk from before. He began nodding his head in an animated fashion, causing a real laugh to bubble up from inside of you. Something that didn’t happen often.

“He really is Rex’s boy!” Ace shouted over the music, calling out to everyone in the bar.

He raised his glass as everyone cheered, following suit. And once again, Jake looked to you, raising both his eyebrows and his glass.

You shook your head with a smile, “trouble.”

It was well after two am by the time you got off. Most of the gang had stayed right until close, and with only you and your coworker Angela left by the end of the night, closing took a lot longer than usual. And to make matters worse, you were now stranded at the gas station. Your old clunker had only managed to make it two miles up the road before it sputtered out, and now, it refused to start.

The cold desert air chilled your bones as you did your best to inspect under the hood, but with little to no knowledge about cars, you weren’t hopeful.

“Raggedy piece of shit,” you cursed as you kicked at one of the tires. You pulled your windbreaker tighter around your body and leaned back against the car, debating on whether or not you could conquer the mile and a half walk back home.

But just as the idea started becoming the best option, the sound of a motorcycle could be heard coming up the road. You watched as the driver pulled into the gas station, knowing well that it had to be a Barbarian, they were the only gang in the area. But what you didn’t expect was for that Barbarian to be Jake, still smiling as he pulled up beside you.

“You don’t look too happy.”

You wanted to roll your eyes at him, but his smile was beginning to grow on you. So much so, that you could ignore his smart ass comment.

“My car won’t start.”

Jake turned off his bike and climbed off, not saying a word as he leaned down to look into the engine compartment.

You took in the way the muscles of his arms flexed as he gripped tightly on the sides of the car. The thought of him holding you that way sending a separate chill down your spine

After a few moments of inspection, he faced you again, just as you diverted your eyes to something else.

“Where do you want me to start?”

Your dropped your head into the palm of your hand, “fuck.”

Jake chuckled, “it’s alright. I might be able to fix it,” he sounded hopeful, though by just looking at it, he' knew it might be beyond saving, “have to get it towed first, though.”

You cursed again, you didn’t have the money for that.

“But for the time being, I can give you a ride. After all, we are neighbors.”

You glanced backup at his smirking face, wondering if he ever wore any other expression, “on your bike?”

He nodded, “what, you scared or something?”

Quite frankly, you couldn’t have been further from. Excited? A little turned on? Yes. Scared? Never.

“What’s your name?” you asked, deciding to ignore his statement. He took a step towards you and extended his hand, “I’m Jake. And you are?” You shook his hand softly and grinned mischievously, “wouldn’t you like to know?”

You removed your hand and climbed onto his bike, making sure to arch your back more than necessary.

That image of you on his bike that way was the first time Jake actually believed here might be a god. You were all too regal, even in your most natural state, he’d even dare to say perfect. And something so perfect had to be meticulously constructed by an all knowing power. He didn’t even care if he knew your name.

“I gotta run inside. Stay pretty.”

He left without another word, dissapearing into the store and leaving you out in the cold air. You waited patiently for him to return, and when he did, he climbed on in front of you. His already familiar scent filled your nostrils, and without though, you moved your body closer to his. Once he brought the bike to life you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his torso, bringing you a comfort that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Will you be alright without a helmet?” he asked, shouting over the roaring engine.

“It’s only a mile and a half. I’ll be fine.”

He put the bike in drive, patting your thigh twice, “well then, hang on.”

He pulled out into the street slowly and began making his way down the long stretch of road. Releasing your hair from its bun, you leaned into Jake’s ear, “you can’t make this thing go any faster?” You were aware that he was doing the gentlemanly thing and taking it easy, but feeling the rush of the wind and the vibration of the road traveling through your body had you craving more. The freeing feeling that speeding down the road on the back of a bike was enticing, but so was the danger of it. That feeling of gambling life itself for a few seconds of exhilaration, it turned you on, the tense energy radiating off of you and onto Jake.

You couldn’t see it, but he smirked, reving up the engine as he began picking up speed, causing your adrenaline to spike. Once the deteriorating buildings that lined the street started becoming a blur, you released you hold on Jake’s waist and spread you arms out wide, tilting your head back to greet the night sky. The wind whipped your hair across your face, blinding you every few seconds, but that didnt deter you one bit.

A genuine laugh escaped Jake’s lips, “you’re a wild one,” he exclaimed, his voice barely audible against the roaring wind.

Cactus Creek was still when you and Jake returned, the loud hum of his engine feeling out of place in the quiet night. Jake could’ve easily parked in his own driveway and let you make the 50 feet walk back to your place, but instead, he parked right outside your front door, a little too close to your flowers for your liking. After helping you off, the two of you stood face to face. The thrill of the ride had yet to wear off, and all those feelings you felt while in the back of his bike were still very much alive inside of you.

“You seemed to have enjoyed yourself,” Jake chuckled as he removed his own hair from its bun. Never in your life had you seen such tangled locks look so good, you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it, preferably with his head between your legs.

A small grin appeared on your face as you took a step closer to him, “what can I say? I love a good ride.” He pulled you close as soon as you were in arms reach, letting one of his hands snake around your hip, just shy of your ass. His opposite hand found your hair, pulling back on it gently until you were looking him in the eyes.

“Is that right?”

Your lips ghosted against his as you spoke, “who doesn’t?”

Jake liked that answer. If the twitching of his cock that was pressed against your leg didn’t give it away, the look on his face sure did. His mouth dropped to press firm kisses along your collarbone. Your eyes fell closed when his tongue appeared to lick a long strip up your neck. He continued until his mouth was hovering by your ear.

“Something’s telling me you’re no good for me,” he whispered, nipping at your earlobe to punctuate, “should probably stay away. But somehow that only makes me want you more.”

You pulled away to look him in the eye, shaking your head solemnly, “you don’t want me, Jake. I’m not the kind worth loving.”

He took a mental note of that statement, replaying it over and over in his head fo months to come. But for the time being, it remained tucked away. He smirked at you, “who said anything about falling in love?”

The look of lust in his eyes and the grip he still had on your waist was the nail in the coffin. With both hands, you took ahold of his fac and crashed your lips into his, nothing but primal desire behind it. He kissed you back immediately, his tongue delving into your mouth like it were seeking out shelter in the rain. You all but climbed him, tangling you legs around him as he made his way up the steps. You never locked your door, there was nothing in that place worth stealing, and your hand searched blindly behind you to open the door.

Once inside, Jake quickly cleared your entryway table— its contents clambering to the ground as you pushed the door shut. He sat you down roughly as his mouth returned to your neck, much less graceful than the first time. You pulled and tugged at his jacket until it slid off his body, leaving him in a plain black t shirt. Your finger clawed at it, pulling it up so that you could feel more of his skin against yours.

“Still not gonna tell me your name?” he huffed as his hands began groping your chest.

You sighed heavily, “nope.”

Jake chuckled, “that’s fine,” he squeezed your chest a little tighter, causing you to hiss, “I’ll jut have to come up with my own name for you then.

He licked into your open mouth slowly, making sure to really taste you as he did so. “Hmmm. How about Cherry?”

“Cherry?” you gulped, “why?”

Jake smiled at your moment of innocence, the way your eyes pleaded for an answer made both his cock and his heart ache.

“Cause you taste just as sweet as one.”

Before his compliment had a chance to make it’s way to your heart, you yanked him closer by the collar of his shirt, “are you gonna stand here and talk all night, or are you gonna fuck me?”

Jake’s smile fell, a carnal look taking over his face. His rough fingers began undoing the button on your shorts, not even taking a moment to pull them down before they were sliding into your wetness. An almost silent gasp left your mouth as your head fell back against the mirror, threatening to send it crashing down.

“Yeah, Cherry? Is that pretty little pussy ready to fuck?”

You nodded, once again clawing at his back as his fingers continued to skate about.

He removed his hand from your shorts and brought the digits up to his lips, slipping them into his mouth. Yeah, Cherry would do just fine.

“Let’s not keep her waiting then. I’m dying to meet her.” He hoisted you off the table and began walking towards the only door that could’ve lead to a bedroom. As soon as your feet hit the ground, you began making quick work of your clothes. Jake doing the same. He was undressed before you were, and your eyes immediately zeroed in on the myriad of scars that adorned his body.

Each of those scars held a story, some twisted, god awful story that probably came with a mental scar to match. You couldn’t help but wonder what kinds of things he had seen, lived. You had a moment of clarity then, of how similar the two of you were. Both marred by scars of the past, yet still somehow standing.

Something you’d noticed from the very beginning was how tired Jake’s eyes were. Though he smiled often, you could tell there was a heavy weight on his shoulders. And seeing him there, in all his raw naked glory, you wanted nothing more than to take some of that weight off, if only momentarily.

With enough time to recover from the putty like state he had you in earlier, you finished undressing yourself and pushed Jake down onto the bed with only a finger.

He grinned up at you, enjoying where this was headed. You slowly made your way up the bed, eyes locked on his as your fingers began grazing along his skin. You were so occupied with taking in the rest of him, you hadn’t even taken a moment to look at his cock. But just as you suspected, it was as perfect as the rest of him. Radiating a cherry shade of red from the tip, like it was made just for you.

Straddling his waist, you raked your fingers through your untamed hair, Jake’s hands came up to massage your ass, “you did say you loved a good ride, huh?”

One of your hands began stroking along him gently, collecting the pre cum from his tip to ease your movements. The goofy grin he was wearing faltered as he let out a shaky breath.

Raising your hips, you peered down your nose at him, “don't worry. I’ll hang on.”

You sank down on him in one fluid motion, both of you moaning loudly at the way you fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Jake’s fingers dug into your skin, and you welcomed the pain, throwing your head back in ecstasy as he stirred inside of you. When he loosened his grip, you took that as an invitation to begin moving, and using his chest for leverage, you began grinding your hips against him. He allowed you to do so for awhile, laying his bed back out the pillow as he watched you move against him eagerly. His hands felt their way up your body, one of them snaking up into your hair while the other came up to your mouth. You welcomed his fingers, sucking them past your lips as you clawed at his exposed chest. When Jake noticed you tracing on of the scars on his abdomen he looked up at you, searching for disappointment in your eyes. But there was none, not even an inch.

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered to him as you raised you hips to slide off of him, just to the tip, before sinking back down with a gasp.

Jake was never one to take compliments well, but he could tell you meant it. He grabbed ahold of your hips again and began thrusting upwards into you, speeding up the tempo at which you were moving. It was obvious that this wasn’t something that was meant to go on all night long. Both of you were clearly in need of blowing off steam, and by the way both of your bodies were reacting, you knew the end was coming soon.

He sent a harsh slap to the side of your thigh, his teeth bared as he tried to maintain his composure. “You take dick so fucking good,” he complimented as he watched the way your tits bounced from the force of the movement.

Your head lulled forward to smile at him, “I know.”

Jake returned the gesture, a soft groan escaping his mouth, “I’m gonna cum, Cherry.”

“Me too, Jake,” you wined, “don’t stop.”

He sought out your clit, rubbing slow circles against it as he continued to pound up into you. “Yeah. I bet you make the prettiest faces when you cum. I can’t wait to see.”

Your hips began faltering, and Jake could feel you clenching around him, causing a deep growl to grumble up from inside of him.

“There it is. I feel it, Cherry.”

“Cumming,” you sighed, “I’m cumming.” With one final bounce on his cock, you were cumming hard and loud. You were never one to be ashamed of being loud during sex, it made it feel that much better. And Jake enjoyed it thurrougly. The way your brows were knitted together, head thrown back, nails carving angry marks into his chest beside his scars. And your moans, to Jake, they were the sweetest sounds to ever come out of Genoa.

He fucked you through to your end before wrenching you off of him and pumping along his shaft. You were laid out beneath him, both of you watching each other as he continued jerking himself.

Jake’s eyes grew dark, “you want it, don’t you? In that sweet little mouth?”

Your jaw fell open, inviting him to do exactly what it was you were both think. The sight of it sent Jake’s release crashing into him.

“Such a nasty thing, aren’t you Cherry? Oh fuck… fuckkkk.”

Hot spurts of his release began dripping down into your mouth, some of it landing on your breasts and cheeks, but you caught as much of it as you could.

His legs were shaking by the time he was empty, and he collapsed back down onto the bed beside you, fighting to catch his breath. His hand searched for his discarded t-shirt, bringing it to wipe away the remains of the mess he left on your skin. You smiled up at him as he did so, “thank you.”

He took a moment to look at you, really look at you. Your eyes held a certain softness that captured his attention, yet, there was something lurking behind that gentle facade, something that hinted at a hidden depth. It was as if there were an entire secret world behind your eyes, one that Jake coould’t decipher.

There was no denying the allure you possessed, your beauty and your aura were nothing short of captivating. But he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that behind that beauty lay a trail of buried skeletons.

Getting reacquainted with the Barbarians was trouble enough, a path filled with danger and uncertainty. And intertwining himself with you seemed to add another layer of complexity. Despite all of that, though, he couldn’t help but be drawn to you like a moth to a flame. There was a magnetic pull, a force that defied reason and lured him further into your orbit.

But he’d leave that alone for now. He had to burry his father tomorrow, and that was a burden of its own.

He lowered himself back onto the bed, pulling the sheet up over you body as you slowly began drifting off to sleep, hoping that he could do the same.

2. Our Old Friend, Death

Taglist: @myownparadise96 @writingcold @jordie-gvf

[crystallinedreamsfinelypowdered]

Death Note: The Golden Pen

Chapter 2: Golden Apples Don’t Fall Far.

Heya! Chapter two baby! I may have softened Near a bit, but he deserves it , poor boy- (I honestly thought he was way younger then 17 until recently)

L sits nervously on the couch. He can’t believe Watari approved this. He doesn’t want his Heirs anywhere near this case. He hears the elevator chime, and his heart rises and breaks all at once.

Into the room, three young men enter. The second tallest has dirty brown hair, with bright blue eyes. He seems to be wearing a biker jacket. Matt. “God, he’s grown so much” L thought. He had no idea how Watari had been able to find him, let alone make him come, but he had a feeling it had something to do with the figure standing next to him. The second young man was the tallest in the group, with blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Mello, it seems, was still having an emo phase. L hides a smile at Mello’s glare. Finally, next to him is the smallest figure…and his youngest heir. Near is holding a teddy bear, hiding a yawn. L smiles “Hello, you three…have you been informed about the case?”

Matt huffs “don’t need to be informed, all of us have seen the news. Quilish told us that if we didn’t come we’d lose our funding.”

L glares at Watari, who shrugs “I needed to get them here.”

Mello sighs, flopping onto a couch across from L as he munches his chocolate bar. “So…I assume we’re not working alone?” L nods , motioning for his heirs to join him. Matt sits by Mello, and Near surprisingly curls up by L. The detective nods “yes. We have a team with us, we’re called the Kira Task Force. You boys will be introduced tomorrow.” He looks at Watari “Watari, since you decided to bring them all here at Midnight, please find rooms for the boys. I want them well rested for tomorrow.” He fixes the man with a glare so cold that he rushes off to find boarding, as he’s not sure what L will do if he tells him no. L sighs “I am terribly sorry you’ve all been brought into this. I had hoped to keep you away from the mess.”

Mello huffs “it’s not that bad , old man. We all probably would have gotten involved anyways.” Matt sighs “honestly, I could probably be fine without Whammy House’s funding, I got my own place and such…but I think the funding pays Mello’s rent and of course, Near still lives at Whammy’s.” They all turn to the youngest heir..who’s since fallen back asleep. L huffs “I promise once this is all over, I’ll make sure you all have places to stay, with or without that money.” The older two smile, and chat with L until Watari finally returns

~timeskip provided by early 2000’s fanfic tropes~

The task force members sit in their meeting room in L’s tower, Matsuda looks over his notes, biting the edge of a pencil, leaning back so Mogi can read the notes. Shuichi flips through his phone, as Light walks in, the room goes a bit silent. Since Sochiro’s death, Light had been more cagey with the members. He sits next to Matsuda, eyes on the door.

A few minutes later, Watari enters, Followed by L and what Light assumes are his Heirs. ‘Aw, how cute,’ he smirks ‘they’re hiding behind him like he can protect them’

L coughs “everyone, these are my Heirs. I’ve know them since they were small, and trust them with my life,”

The tallest boy grins, tossing his hair back “hello. My name is Mello, and I’m very good at what I do-“ he jumps a little as Matt nudges him with a smirk “hiya, I’m Matt. I haven’t been in the field for awhile, so please give me some grace.” The smaller figure looks up from a figurine he’s playing with “I’m Near. This is my first case. I am ready to help.” He then moves to hide behind L.

The other task force members welcome them, Light smiles “lovely to have some fresh perspectives around here.”

In his head, he’s already planning ‘maybe I’ll kill the little one first…or make an accident where all three die..’

The meeting goes smoothly, all of them working on comparing notes. The boys chime in occasionally, but it’s Near who unsettles Light the Most. He seems to see through Light, and constantly asks questions about Kira’s powers “well, he’s definitely not a god…too caught up in petty mortal affairs.”

Light wants to strangle him.

Finally the meeting ends, and Light heads home, not saying anything to his mother or Sayu. Instead, he heads straight to his room, and looks at Ryuk. The Shinigami chuckles and hands him a gold, shiny looking pen. The thing is rather detailed, but shows minor signs of use “be careful who you use it on. I know you think ahead and all, but don’t focus on revenge, Light-o.”

Light chuckles “oh, I won’t…

The revenge comes later.”

[starry-blue-echoes]

Beastars AU: I feel like at least one of Kei's animals would be one of those animals you tend to see on biker decals. A tiger, maybe? I don't know what else, but I do know that she deserves to be awesome, and also it would either instigate humor as the Higashikatas completely fail to notice any of these shenanigans or plot if they do (and especially if they can connect it to Kira).

Ooooooooooo I really like that

Kei definitely deserves to be a tiger, though I'm not fully sure what her other piece should be. Maybe also a wolf since she's kinda a Jotaro counterpart? But I'm also hesitant to give any duplicate animals, so I'm not too sure

and I think it'd be hysterical if the Higahikata's were both completely obvlivious but also really accepting of Kei. Like, Kei has little ticks and things that are a little odd, but none of the Higashikata's make a big deal about it since That's Just Kei Being Kei :>

and ofc, when Gappy's weirdness gets thrown in, it just gets even funnier. In their defense, compared to all the other weird stuff Gappy does anything animal related is barely a footnote, but also at the same time the fact they haven't noticed anything is still surprising. For days Gappy was just subtly using and experimenting with his shifting and yet always managed to somehow avoid being seen

Kei almost has a heart attack when she learns about all the shenanigans he's been pulling

[hello-nichya-here]

all valid points but Light redeemed himself for all that by killing that rapist shithead at the beginning of the story when he was in that store & saw the biker guy try to assault that woman on the street.

truly my "kira is a hero" moment

Again, he didn't do it because he thought rapists should be punished - he was testing the Death Note.

Serial killers CONSTANTLY go for "acceptable" targets (sex-workers, homeless, drug addicts) because they know people will justify their murders because "they deserved it." That's the real reason Light mostly targeted criminals - people not only justified his actions for him, but also actively praised him for it.

Hell, L's first major win against Light was using the very thing that gets serial killers caught 90% of the time: their fragile ego. Some send letters to the police, other's drive to their court-mandated therapy with their victim's heads hidden in the car, Light went for trying to killing "L" in public, just to prove he could.

And let's pretend for a second that, on that specific moment, Light DID care about the girl he saved from an assault. 99% of his horrible actions happened AFTER it - how is it a redeming moment if it happened before his bad actions? Hell, how is it a redemption at all if he was unrepentent and never changed?

It's one thing to say Light was a complicated character/person, that his ending was brutal and tragic in it's own right, and even that regardless of how vile he could be and how good intentions were not on his mind at all sometimes he DID do things that made people's lives better (be it on a societal level or a personal one). Those are all valid points that are true to the story we read/watched. Calling him a hero is to ignore his personality, motivations, actions, and feelings on the consequences of everything he did.

Bad people can do good things - sometimes they're even genuinely wanting to do good. That doesn't magically turn them into saints.

[angsty-prompt-hole]

Character Introduction: The Main Gang

WIP: A Hero’s Call

The main gang is the second group of protagonists, all of whom are slowly introduced at different points in later parts of the Dimension Jumpers saga. The group consists of Lucent “Mallory Perrault” Ran’kai, Kralik Windwalker, Sierra Reaves, Rodney Miller, Jackson Merrick, Isa Lee, and Scissura. Drawn together by the common threat of Chaos and his cult, they have to both navigate their own personal problems and attempt to reconstruct the history of the people who became dimension jumpers before them, all while trying to keep Chaos from killing them all.

Lucent Ran’kai/Mallory Perrault: A warrior refugee from a war-torn planet of ice and snow, who has been a war prisoner for the better part of two years. It’s hard for her to adjust outside of the world she had known since she was fourteen, and her traumatic past has left her vulnerable to all sorts of manipulations. She is prone to misunderstanding people and meeting all situations with violence, and Kira has her work cut out for her when Lucent randomly appears in her living room one day.

Kralik Windwalker: An exiled troublemaker hopping between worlds, always looking to cause mischief. His mischief-making gets him in hot water when he meets the Dresden Crew, however, but soon enough he discovers that maybe his days of running are over. Will it last, though, when he can’t even bear to face the darkness within himself?

Sierra Reaves: The daughter of interdimensional bounty hunters, she inherited her Mark from her mother, and with it the powers of the dimension jumpers. She and her boyfriend Rodney come from a world of powerful demonic forces, and after a battle with Satan himself, she ends up half-demon and with acidic blood. A taker of no shit, she sometimes can’t fathom what forces drove her and Rodney towards the rest of the Main Gang.

Rodney Miller: The middle child in a family of demon hunters, and the only survivor of a demonic attack that took the rest of his family, Rodney is serious and incredibly talented, despite what his habits may indicate. After an adventure to Hell with his girlfriend Sierra to avenge the death of his family, Rodney thought he could finally get some peace. At least, until Kira Shade showed up on their doorstep.

Jackson Merrick: Jackson was taken in by an interdimensional biker gang called the Bloodhunters after he ran away from his abusive home. There, he ended up falling in love with a man named Edrisa and gaining his dimension jumper’s Mark. After a shootout left Edrisa dead, Jackson’s grief activated a deeply hidden power: the power to bring the dead back to life. Fearing what the gang would use his powers for, he ran again until he came across Isa Lee in another world. Of everyone, he is the most resistant to being drawn into whatever fate has planned for the Main Gang, but only because it endangers him and Isa.

Isa Lee: The daughter of a human man and a Queen of one of the faerie courts, Isa’s life had been one of lies and trickery, until the day she got her Mark and gained the powers of a dimension jumper. She used this power to hide herself away in the forest, where the fae couldn’t find her and where she could live as she pleased, away from the politics of her mother’s court. After running into Jackson in the woods, she saw they had a common bond, and she invited him to live with her. A healer at heart, she could never live with herself if she let any of the others get hurt.

Scissura: A shapeshifter from a jungle planet who harbors a deep vitriolic hatred of the dimension jumpers due to the actions of one of their predecessors, which ended in her having to share her body with the entity known as Red. She heads a group known as the Guardians, who take missions in other worlds as bodyguards and protectors of the innocent. She views her powers as a curse and is livid when Kira accidentally ends up at her doorstep. Unfortunately for her, her group’s fate rests on being able to stop Chaos and his armies from destroying everything.

[lifesliced]

THE UNNAMED KIRA WORSHIPPER: “A cult of sorts that seems to worship Kira as a deity is seen traveling on a mountain. The unnamed Kira worshiper appears among the cult members, standing directly in the middle of a line of them. She places a lit candle on the ground and prays to Kira, who has been gone for a year at this point, to return.”  

Some readers have thought the girl to be Misa Amane, but Tsugumi Ohba confirmed that this was not actually the case.

Obata had considered not showing her face, but he decided to because he “personally wanted to draw something pretty in the final chapter.”

APPEARANCE: “She has long brown hair and cloudy blue eyes, and she is seen wearing a white robe and a white cloak.”

i’ve always loved the ending manga shots for death note, especially of the woman posted above. 

the unnamed worshipper has a very soft, alluring appearance. for me, in a kira wins au, she would be the ideal type i would like yagami to meet as kira in person. i also like that we see that kira continues to have a cult of worshippers, perhaps smaller in numbers, but still thriving.

FROM CHAPTER 108: FINIS (THE FINALE) // *  “ The title of this chapter was renamed from Finis (フィニス, Finisu) to Finis (完, Kan) in the Tankōbon release.”

The events from chapter 108 are not featured in the final episode of the anime.

There are many references to the first chapter in chapter 108, including an older Ryo, still unable to get a lift from whoever; three high school girls talking about blowing off studies to go get "wasted," compared to the three girls in chapter 1 who wished to go to a college party; and a gang of bikers riding past. Although there is the obvious absence of Takuo Shibuimaru in Chapter 108, it seems that this is in fact the same gang still riding the streets, possibly in their leader's memory.

Ide mentions that Matsuda "was fond" of Light, which seems to suggest that Matsuda held one-sided feelings for Light, even when it seemed that he was Kira. It now seems that he has aimed those feelings towards Yamamoto, possibly due to his previous relationship with Light.

Tsugumi Ohba and Obata have stated that the cloaked woman who appears at the end is not Misa but a "random follower" of Kira.

As mentioned above, the events of this chapter are omitted from the anime finale. The anime's final episode ends with Light slowly closing his eyes with an apparition of L standing over him, and Misa, standing on the edge of a skyscraper, possibly implying she commits suicide due to Light's death.

[ota-division]

Kira's Thoughts on Ueno Division

Aranai Norikoru

"Argh, I heard of this woman even before I became an investigator. She and her band of bikers gave the police and me no end of trouble or headaches. What were they called... oh yes, 'Yozakura'. It always boggled my mind how they always managed to escape her grasp. I'd like to think that they had outside help..." Kira picks up a photo of Aranai and attaches a photo of Sumire next to it. "...And considering she is well-acquainted with Sumire of Shinagawa, my hunch was correct."

"Otome-sama has told us to leave her be for now since she is part of the D.R.B. She honestly didn't need to since I heard she broke up little gang up. Still though, I'm keeping a close watch on her and her associates. They lay one foot out of line, and I will be on them."

Shisuta Heisha

"Like Chinami, I also try to find time to visit the temples for prayer and meditation. I'm not a die-hard temple goer like she is, but I do try to go at least three or four times a week. I don't see this woman at the temples I frequent though. Not really much of a surprise though since she believes in different things than Chinami and I. Still, I was always taught to respect other people's beliefs, even if they differ from our own." Kira sighs after saying this.

"That's a lesson I really wish Taria would learn..."

Kisouna Yuzairu

"Kisouna is one of my acquaintances, and a very good one. Most prosecutors don't join the police on their investigations, but she is different. She doesn't care how dangerous or gory the crime scene is; she still goes along, regardless. She's put more criminals and gangs behind bars than every other attorney in this country combined. Basically, she's very dedicated to her job, and that's something I respect very much about her."

"At the same time though, I'm worried she may be a little too dedicated. While I'm not judging her, I'm a bit worried she's overworking herself. I know it may be a little hypocritical of me, but I've often tried to get her to relax and take a breather every now and then. She always refuses, however. I do hope she remembers to pace herself. She's no good to anyone if she passes out due to exhaustion."

Sakurai Clan

"Like Femme Fatale and CodeX, these guys are one of the earliest known rap groups in the D.R.B. I have to admit, at first, I wondered what a former biker girl, a nun, and a prosecutor all had in common with each other. But somehow, they've managed to shock everyone with the way they all work together. I'm a bit worried about what will happen if we take them on. They aren't family by blood, but they seem to be more connected than most families are. Though the likelihood of us facing them is small, if we do, we'll have to do some serious strategizing and planning before taking them on."

[grimalkinmessor]

Don't mind me I'm trying to archive my Death Note OCs before I forget to draw them :')

Suraci -

Shinigami

He/It

Completely translucent skin, metal cage for a chest with fire trapped in it, glass orb eyes, wax wings, wax claws, glass teeth. BALD.

Beyond's "dad" as far as Shinigami can be called that

Got fuckin' BODIED by Cinis after he found out that it possessed a human and had sex with the guy's wife, producing a semi-Shinigami kid. He ded.

Stranger: Your parents know you talk like that?

Baby Beyond: They dead. •_•.

Stranger: ...(0-0");

Cinis -

Shinigami King

He/She (Mostly he)

BIG. Completely void black save for his wings, which are made up of bones. Long locs with glass shards throughout, hollow eye sockets, gold fangs, spider legs jutting out of his spine behind his wings, cloven feet. No flesh to his cheeks so you can see all her teeth ✨

He mostly just vibes until someone fucks something up. He's also not always super pressed do anything about it either lol. Deadass she could hear explosions in the distance and just be like "Damn hope that didn't ruin anything important. Anyway." Depending on what fic I'm sticking him in, Cinis either admires Kira from afar, or is out for his life/pride. There's SOME inbetween, but not much. If you noticed I made him bigender to mirror my hc that Light is bigender yes you did.

Vasykl Keehl -

Human

He/Him

Mello's older brother who got separated from him in the system. Spent the rest of his life trying to track his little brother down but being blocked by Wammy's at every turn. Grew up and became a private security guard that still looks for Mello on the side.

Vas is,,,,very tall. Tall and broad—looks kind of like Aiber but a bit softer. He's blond, just like Mello, but his eyes are hazel instead of blue. Daddy's eyeballs. He wears a lot of leather, just like Mello, but he looks more like a biker than a BDSM king. Imagine S1 Emma Swan but male.

Henka -

Human

He/Him

Trans! He's fifteen, one of Kira's faithful brought in by Mikami. Very shy and quiet but also lethally loyal to Light. An acknowledged acolyte and eventual High Priest.

Mice -

Human

They/Them

Fuckin' NUTS. Small, wild brown hair, likes to climb things. Always wearing someone else's jacket. It changes every time you turn around—it's like a superpower. Age ambiguous but anywhere from twelve to fifteen, depending on whether or not they're acting serious at the time. Lotsa freckles and big ole blue-gray eyes.

Small time criminal and petty thief that Kira employs to get him information on the Bigger Fish™ of the underworld. They adore mushrooms and shiny things; they are also homeless and slightly feral. Mice will rob you blind before you can get through saying hello to them. Light becomes very good at dodging sudden sneak attacks because Mice keeps trying to climb him—it's quickly becoming their life goal.

Spider -

Human

She/Her

Somewhere around fifteen-sixteen-seventeen. Black. Dark brown hair that ombres into hot pink at the ends—her bangs cover her eyes and most of the top half of her face; effectively making it very difficult for anyone to find out her true name even with Shinigami eyes. Dresses mostly in leather and fluff, always in black and neon. Scene kids WISH they had her swag.

Big ole cyber nerd. Even better at hacking than Matt. She figures out who Kira is and tracks him down so she can talk to him—she mirrors Misa a bit but her relationship with Light is far closer to Sayu's. She's a (annoying) guiding voice on morals and helps Light track down corrupt government officials on the condition that he, you know, calm the hell down on murdering purse snatchers and pick pocketers. She originally tracked Kira down because he murdered her mom—not that she's particularly sad about it.

"You killed my mom"

"I don't remember that but I'm not going to apologize—"

"Oh no you don't have to, she was a bitch, I wanted to say thanks actually"

No, Mice and Spider do not know the other exists. This is a testament to both of their prowess lmao. Light's definitely not going to tell them because they would band together against him to annoy the absolute shit out of him. Also blackmail. They would totally blackmail him.

[josephcryptomilquetoast]

Yuya Fungami (噴上 裕也 Fungami Yūya) is a secondary ally featured in the fourth part of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Diamond is Unbreakable. Introduced as an antagonist in “Highway Star”, he becomes an ally in “Enigma Boy”.Yuya is a motorcycle gang member who was made into a Stand user by Yoshihiro Kira and prompted into attacking Josuke and the others. Selfishly attacking Rohan and Josuke in a high-speed road chase with his Highway Star, Yuya later assists Josuke in the fight against Terunosuke.Contents    1 Appearance        1.1 Color Schemes    2 Personality    3 Abilities        3.1 Stand    4 History        4.1 Background        4.2 Diamond is Unbreakable (1999)            4.2.1 Highway Star            4.2.2 Enigma Boy        4.3 Goodbye, Morioh - The Golden Heart    5 Chapters / Episodes    6 Quotes    7 Video Games        7.1 Diamond Records (Android/iOS)        7.2 JoJo’s Pitter-Patter Pop! (Android/iOS)    8 Gallery    9 Trivia    10 References    11 Site NavigationAppearanceborderlessYuya is a young man of average height and slim to fit build. He has a short undercut and his chin is tattooed with a stylized “H☆S”, implying the name of his stand - Highway Star.Like Josuke, Okuyasu, and Mikitaka, Yuya wears a dark, modified school uniform. His uniform’s torso has a pattern on the front and back, two golden pins on each collar and a belt over the torso with two gold buckles on the both sides. He wears a long, bouffant, light bow tie with the words “Highway” and “Speed King”, possibly a reference to the Deep Purple song Speed King.Color SchemesThe series is known for alternating colors between media, the information presented below may or may not be canon.Colored MangaAnimeSkin(Fair)Hair(Black, light gray sides)Eyes(Blue)Outfit(Black uniform with white bow tie, gold accessories, navy belt and shoes.)Skin(Slightly Tan)Hair(Black, light gray sides)Eyes(Light Blue)Outfit(Dark Gray uniform with white bow tie, gold accessories, blue belt, and cyan shoes.)PersonalityYuya adores his girlfriends Akemi, Yoshie and ReikoYuya is a vain and selfish young man, introduced feeding off of the nutrients of unsuspecting people with his Stand.Yuya is very prideful about himself. He exclaims often about how handsome he looks and claims at one point that his face is chiseled like Michelangelo’s David.[1] His exceptional ability to pick up scents gives him more reason to boast, often showing off in-front of his fangirls.[2] This confidence can be a weakness whenever he underestimates the determination of his opponents.Despite his vanity Yuya is quite cowardly, panicking against adversities and hoping to avoid fighting when possible. When Josuke Higashikata confronts him at the hospital, he begs him to stop claiming it’d be cowardly to hurt an injured man.[2] When he joins Josuke against Terunosuke Miyamoto he arranges a deal that leaves him out of the direct fight.[1] The tell for his fear is touching his chin.When the situation calls for it however, he shows loyalty, bravery and skills of deduction. He is protective towards his three admirers, who, in turn, are very close to him. His sense of morality doesn’t allow him to let people like Yoshikage Kira run loose, as he claims that it’d hurt his image.[3]AbilitiesStand    Main article: Highway StarYuya’s mainly automatic Stand is Highway Star, which tracks targets at a speed of 60 km/h in order to efficiently absorb their vitality. This allows Yuya to recover from injuries at a significantly faster pace.Yuya also has a powerful sense of smell that developed when his Stand ability awoke, allowing him to pick up on very specific scents. Using his sense of smell he demonstrates impressive skills of deduction, he could tell when a peach is rotten or when someone is enraged because of the smell of adrenaline.[4]Highway Star (ハイウェイ・スター)Link to this sectionHighwayStarMangaAv.pngDebutChapter 384 / DU Episode 28TypeLong-Range, Automatic, Reconnaissance, Natural HumanoidAbilityBody Dismantlement & Life Force TheftPWRCSPDBRNGASTAAPRCEDEVCABCDEHistoryBackgroundYuya Fungami was a member of an unnamed biker gang. Two days prior to his appearance in the story, Yuya Fungami suffered a severe motorcycle accident as he was racing across the Twin Pines tunnel. Yuya was brought to the Budogaoka Hospital in, with his spine and all four limbs broken. At one point, he was pierced by Yoshihiro Kira with the Bow and Arrow and acquired a Stand ability.Diamond is Unbreakable (1999)Highway StarYuya at the hospitalWanting to heal faster, Yuya uses his Stand Highway Star to absorb the nutrients and energy from unsuspecting people. The Stand makes its first appearance by luring a manga author, Rohan Kishibe inside of a hallucinatory room. When Rohan investigates, it begins its attack as Rohan scrambles to get away on his motorcycle. Despite his speed, Highway Star catches up and latches onto Rohan, dropping him from the motorcycle and slowly draining him of his life force. Highway Star drags him back to the room but fortunately for Rohan, Josuke Higashikata arrives to the scene to investigate the tunnel alongside him. Through Highway Star, Yuya tempts Rohan into luring his most hated acquaintance into the room in exchange for freedom. Rohan makes a declaration refusing his offer out of principles. He warns Josuke about the Stand’s ability and demands the user’s defeat. Back at the hospital Yuya recovers rapidly from the life force sucked out of Rohan. After not being able to breathe properly Yuya was now able to speak to his fangirls.Josuke beats YuyaAfter a harsh chase across Morioh Josuke eventually finds his way to Yuya’s hospital room. Despite this Highway Star still manages to catch up while he struggles to confront Yuya directly. As Josuke is slowly drained, Yuya’s satisfied to be the victor and optimistic about his improving condition. With his new source of nourishment he notices that his sense of smell has sharpened considerably and boasts about the ability. Relaxed on the bed he notices the sharp smell of adrenaline, and blames one of his fan girls to be the source. Unfortunately for Yuya, Josuke suddenly springs back to action having sipped on his IV. Josuke gets in range and strikes Yuya faster than Highway Star can act. Yuya pleads for mercy, invoking that it would be terrible to fight a crippled man like him. Josuke agrees and heals Yuya to perfect condition, just to make it a fair fight. Crazy Diamond proceeds to pummel Yuya and sends him flying through the window.Back to square one as far as his injuries are concerned, Yuya’s face has now been ruined and his fangirls stop caring about him. Josuke later dissuades Yuya from using his Stand to heal himself.Enigma BoyYuya works with JosukeWhen Koichi is kidnapped by Terunosuke Miyamoto, Josuke visits Yuya to ask for his help, and offers to heal him. Although Yuya remains spiteful about their last encounter, he cannot pass up the opportunity to be healed. Without his looks, his fangirls have seemingly left him. With Crazy Diamond, Yuya is now completely healed and open to help out Josuke. His fangirls return suddenly, shocked to find him fully recover, and he takes a little bit of time to boast about his sense of smell to them.They get to work, and Yuya tracks Koichi’s smell up to a square where they find his school-bag. Yuya also picks up on another’s scent in the area. He reminds Josuke of their deal that keeps Yuya out of the fight and watches. He witnesses Terunosuke Miyamoto ambushing Josuke using his paper-based Stand ability Enigma. Josuke is caught in a trap where Koichi’s assumed paper is thrown in the path of a car. His tell of fear is exposed, allowing Enigma to trap him using his ability. Josuke is sealed into a paper but not before declaring that that he expected a trap and still wanted to save it just for the small possibility that Koichi could be in it. He then threatens to kill Miyamoto, if he fails to kill him first. Miyamoto compliments Yuya for not interfering, and leaves the scene in a taxi cab, summoned from his ability.Inspired by Josuke’s speech, Yuya decides to join him in the fray, declaring that letting someone like Yoshikage Kira loose would hurt his image. He sends out Highway Star to chase the car and confront Miyamoto. When Yuya eventually catches up to the taxi he finds it parked on the side of the road with a piece of paper put on the passenger seats. Yuya manages to avoid a first trap as he opens the door and a paper stuck in it releases fire. He picks the paper and realizes that while Josuke and Koichi are in there, other items are folded together in it. Yuya lightly unfolds the paper only to realise that scorpions have come out of it. Highway Star dispatches them but then the paper releases some sort of chemical that eats away at the rest of the paper. It doesn’t end there for Yuya though, and a spark of electricity shoots out towards him.Yuya saves Josuke and Koichi from a shredderYuya unfolds the entire paper and it releases a shredder that’s going to kill Josuke and Koichi. Unable to break the machine or pull the papers, Yuya shows his fear tell allowing Miyamoto to finally turn him into paper. Yuya expected this though and uses his transformation to fit his hand into the shredder pulling out both Stand users. When Miyamoto threatens to rip Yuya’s paper, Koichi’s Echoes weights his hands and immobilizes him. Josuke and Koichi defeat Miyamoto and turn him into a book, releasing Yuya from his trap.Goodbye, Morioh - The Golden HeartYuya is last seen saying goodbye to Reimi Sugimoto at the end of the part.In the anime adaptation Yuya is seen with his fangirls at Tonio Trussardi’s restaurant after a lunch, all happy with the curing effects of Tonio’s cooking. This content comes from JoJo’s Bizarre Encyclopedia (https://jojowiki.com), and must be attributed to its authors if you are using it on another wiki or web page, as specified in the license.

Wow Thanks for this! Yuya s9unds like a beautiful man who woiuld love to Eat NFTs with me at the club

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Thinking about giving more people in the PPR cast links to canon characters. IDC nobody can stop me it's cute. They're all in Morioh there's a whole cluster of people there

Yukako and Akifume are chess rivals and give eachother dagger eyes.

Stradlin/Paddy and Yuya + his girls are in seperate biker gangs but are on good terms and have street races from time to time.

Hyacinthus works in the library and has made a lovely friend.

Mikitaka and Mazoku get along because they're both autistic and delusional and they're doing silly shit together.

Zephyrus already canonically works in the same office as Kira and has seen him around and is very unhappy about it

Narusawa has very few friends and, being virtually indestructible, takes some enjoyment from visiting Toyohiro in his tower because he can climb up and is realistically unable to be consumed by Superfly regardless in the case of unstoppable force vs immovable object

Atleast a few of the Morioh kids have had their listening interrupted by Idai's broadcast hijacking and have either developed a parasocial rivalry with him (/j) or are now frequent listeners that enjoy his strange antics

Fausta already works as Tonio's janitor and sees him as a father. Etc

This stuff makes me happy to think about

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White Leather Biker Jacket, designed by Alejandro Mimiaga, photoshoot by me with help of model Kira Sosa.

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I'm actually gonna try and write something this year, and I'm gonna put some of the main characters here!

These characters have been going around my head since last year, and my blog name is actually from the original name of the series I first put these characters in!

I made the designs on this picrew!

Roy Bracherwill:

The main character!

Very sad man!

Killed so many people

Some of them didn't deserve it

Needs therapy

Thalia Steel:

The nicest person!

Does not deserve what happened to her!

Wanted to be a racecar driver!

Was a racecar driver!

Accidents happen.

Edvin Ryder:

Roy's best friend!

Petty thief with a cool motif!

Died alone.

He got better though!

Kira Volkyov:

Emotionally distant

Former Russian spy

Current gang member

Needs to keep those glasses on. Or else.

Naoki Taylor:

Half Japanese, half British!

Was in a biker gang!

His brother is a little strange!

"Angel of divine judgement"!

Might make another one with the villains if I feel like it idk

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