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nwndrlndn · 10 months

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modern anakin hcs

pairing : modern!anakin skywalker x gn!reader | wc : 1.4k | 18+MINORS DNI

a/n : this is just how i see a modern anakin. its kind of an add-on to boyfriend.

general hcs ( adaptational awareness )

anakin is some kind of scandinavian from shmi's side of the family and thats all he really cares about. his stance on his father and his full ancestry is "if he didn't want me then, i don't want him now" ( lies, we'll talk about the daddy issues later )

so shmi was probably born in a country thats similar to sweden or denmark and anakin probably spent his early years there. but by like 4 or 5 they moved from shmi’s home country to modern tatooine

so like picture little blond haired, blue-eyed anakin, right? imagine he was homeschooled for like the majority of his life and he walks into school with a swedish accent and basic english skills

eventually, shmi saves up enough money and gets a really good opportunity to send anakin to a really good school in coruscant

shmi taught him how to cook, clean, some housekeeping skills

and he has even less friends, but he got along with his peer mentor, obi-wan, who was like on the verge of graduating and saw anakin as a surrogate brother

anakin definitely isnt emo until he’s in college, before college, i imagine him dressing like scott barringer, loose clothes, light colors, and he keeps his hair blond

this era of anakin defintely liked car shops and had a part time at a niche interests store ( think like, a bait shop ) to help his mom

he met padme in his junior year of high school, she was one of those alumni who were asked to come back to talk about the college experience to high schoolers

and anakin ( having zero filter ) asked for her number after the talk and she shot him down but still gave him her number.

then like, going into his college orientation, he was pissed off because his mom had remarried while he was away. but he was coming to terms with it and liking his step brother and his fiance.

i picture he shows up kind of fucked up looking. like his hair is growing out and the texture is off, his clothes are dark on the inside, light on the outside, and he’s listening to music on his headphones the whole time

and you see him sitting by himself, a little off from the engineering majors and fiddling with something in his hands and you walk over to him, in spite of your major and your nerves and sit next to him

instantly the headphones are off because his cool, tough guy front is still just a front, he was HOPING someone would talk to him

and you guys hit it off, chatting away about everything and anything

even when you part ways and the orientation ends, he’s texting you randomly and oh my god, he thinks too fast for his thumbs

“hve you seen ovrdrive?” “wtff is that thing your ordered at ciplt? im picking up food fr obi and he hates when i bring spicey stuff” “hellp”

he moves in with doctoral candidate obi-wan for college and takes up a part time at a mechanic’s shop and another as an overnight security guard ( he just sleeps and works on assignments there )

he got his mom threepio, a golden retriever, but usually is playing with padmé’s border collie, artoo ( credit to this amazing fan art )

he asked out padme after he fixed her computer ( for funsies ) and didnt shut up about her the entire time they dated

anakin is clingy in relationships, literally would hold onto padmé’s bags while out in public so she wouldnt wander too far from him

and he just really liked the environment of padmé’s apartment, being around you, padmé, and sabé was just a really big comfort for him

his descent into becoming a metalhead mostly happened because one of his bosses suggested it to him

and slowly he started to enjoy it more and more

and his wardrobe got darker, developed an energy drink addiction, and he started letting you and padmé give him messy eyeliner

and it culminated when he asked you to help him box dye his hair and now theres a stain in his bathroom of a streak of black hair dye across the ceiling

the reason why anakin and padmé broke up was a healthy end because ani def got a little jealous and toxic and padmé had to sit him down and tell him it was for the best

and he resented her for a while, wouldn’t talk to her while at her apartment for a good month

but then he watched her burn food and he felt bad and ended up cooking something for her and they never spoke about it again

and he definitely liked you when you first met, even when he was dating padmé ( and the few flings he had after her )

he just made himself bury his feelings for a while by treating you like a best friend or little sister

hanging out with you when padmé took everyone on a lake house trip and was busy talking to others

his actual confession comes in the form of him making a really crappy bracelet at his work bench

yes, he literally set up a robotics station in his bedroom. he will literally invite you over and sound so excited to see you

only to focus and work for 8 hours with only two rockstars and his thrash metal playlist as sustenance

you can try to give him a snack and he’ll ( unintentionally ) glare at you until he realizes he’s been ignoring you for so long and he just picks you up and kisses you

now youve got anakin licking at your face and laying on top of you. he’s not coming up for air until he’s made up for every minute he ignored you accidentally

his favorite kind of date would either be a movie date or to go out for a drive then stargaze

he will put you in his clothes, whether you like it or not. and he smells a bit like like oil and sweat mixed with mint

he started getting tattoos because he saw it as a form of independence

he has one industrial piercing, and three others on each of his earlobes. the tongue piercing was for fun

he likes alternative girls more, but if you’re not alternative he won’t push you ( unless you like that )

will have a titty attack if you call him emo and not a metalhead ( theres a difference )

18 + hc

he’s so fucking WEIRD

so he probably gets off every other day because of his mind ( and because his hands wander so much that he gets himself worked up )

to get into the idea i mentioned in boyfriend

he got your name near his navel and once he realized he liked you, he would try to aim his releases over your name

and he’s not a bad shot

his hands wander naturally because he just likes to feel your skin. like its not even his intent to get sexual, he’s absently rubbing your back and like 5 minutes later he’s just massaging your ass and tits if you lay on him

he’s actually really big on doggy, he just really likes to look at your back

so he also likes bending you over tables, counters, his workbench, his bed, and security desk at work

he has aquaphilia. will feel you up in pools and in large bodies of water

he really likes biting and marking

during sex, he likes to focus on your neck and back

but in general he would be the kind of guy to give you a forehead hickey

and will rub off any makeup you put on to cover it

prefers to praise and worship you, and if you try the same, he’ll get awkward and embarrassed but lap it up anyways

if you degrade him and objectify him, he will fuck you within an inch of your life

he also has his own playlists that he plays when you guys are fucking

he broke the door to his room so it’s not the best place to have sex, unless youre ok with the possibility of someone walking in

obi wan accidentally walked in on you both once and had to leave the apartment for a week

he has tried to fuck you in his car but you bumped your head and he drove you straight home to ice it, refuses to even get road head because of it

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equallyshaw · 1 year

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all i want for christmas - nico hischier

Warnings: nothing but a bit of angst. my MO.

Word Count: 1.98k

← day two. day four. →

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if there was one thing that people knew, is that they wanted you two back together. for good. though, nico had good intentions two months ago; it wasn't panning out to what he had intended. he wanted to really focus on the team, the season ahead. he didn't really have much time to put enough energy and time into the relationship that you had shared for two years already. but you agreed, you didn't want your heart to be broken over nico not being there enough. not showing up when it most mattered, you understood. you always had. so you headed back to denmark your native country. you had been staying with your parents for two months since the breakup, and you were doing relatively well all things considered. it was nearing december 12th and that's when your mom started to ask questions and ultimtely be a pest. "mom!" you started as you looked up from your computer, she met your glare and was taken back. "stop, please just stop asking about nico. were done. its over. im here now. im not going back." you said flustered and simply over it. she nodded going back to lunch and sipped her espresso. her questions over the past few days had begun to stir things within you. for the first time in two months, you looked at his instagram. his friends instagrams and hell, even googled to see how he was doing. you sighed wiping your face before returning to the email at hand. you wondered if nico was also thinking about you, it was a mere two weeks until your third - would of been - third anniversy. you stood up and took your computer up to your childhood room and ponded the idea of texting him or not.

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you

you turned over in your sleep as it was nearing 6 am, and groaned. it was now december 21st and you had not stopped thinking about nico. you were annoyed at yourself that you wanted him. despite having a mutual break up that went well you felt guilty and pissed off that you still wanted him. thanks mom, you mused silently. you fidgeted your fingers over nico's contact that hadn't been looked at since you had to talk to him about sending over some things from the states. you growled, before pressing the message icon. before exiting the app altogether.

it was true, you wanted him more than anything this christmas. as cheesy as it may sound, that was the reality and dilemma you were dealing with right now. straight out of a hallmark movie. but nico wouldn't want to speak to you right? especially since they were nearing some very important games you had read. your mind raced back and fourth over the idea and found yourself looking at nico's contact again for the third time that day. "just text him, sweetie." your mom said from across the room. you looked up at her and she smiled, urging you to do it. "you won't know until you know. what's the issue?" she questioned setting down her coffee. you looked down at the contact and sighed, "what if he still doesn't want me? like i know that he said that he wanted to focus on the game but what if it was more than that? my worst fear and worry that i have never admitted to anybody was that i wasn't good enough. wasn't pretty or skinny enough." you paused sniffling, "what if he wanted somebody different and broke up with me because of that?" you pondered out loud and your mom felt her heart break for her only child. your mom shook her head, "if that's the case - fuck him. he isn't good enough for you. and to hell with what anybody thinks of your weight, your looks, your hair color or occupation. fuck them, fuck him, if they don't accept and adore you." she said trying to comfort you. you nodded and wiped your tears and typed out the message.

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nico, i hope this message finds you well. i honeslty dont even know why im texting you but i am. thanks to my mom for the past week asking me questions about you, i can't get you out of my mind. ive tried, ive replayed the conversation over and over. and alas here i am. i just want to talk thats all, catch up. though, i understand if you found somebody else since we broke up. i understand and understand if i wasnt good enough for you or your world and lifestyle. ill stay away. though i wish the best nevertheless, always. xx (y/initial)

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that was garbage, you thought. pure word vomit.

you pressed send and closed your phone hoping that it would be a bit before he responded. it was only 8 am over on the east coast so he would probably being having a team skate or practice for all you knew. you got off the couch and walked over to your mom and hugged her. she kissed your head and you ended the hug. "im gonna go for that walk." you stated before walking out of the house. it was now getting colder in denmark and you zipped up your nike puffer and headed down your street and towards the local forest trail that no doubt would be busy. per usual.

all the lights are shining so brightly everywhere

Won't you please bring my baby to me?

it was the next day and your mom and dad took you into downtown aarhus which was a three hour drive from coppenhagen. a seaport town, that held fond memories for you and your small family. your three dined for dinner at one of your favorite swiss restaurants. you had taken nico the second time he came to visit and the two of you dined for about 3 hours before you two took in some frozen yogurt and overlooked for the harbor just talking. as you thought about that that evening looking into the harbor as you drank some hot coco, your eyes pooled with tears. you sniffled, but smiled at the memory. you wanted that here and now, you wanted that again come his offseason. you begged the universe to make a christmas miracle to happen. you would do anything, you thought. a few minutes later, you and your parents started up towards the heart of downtown when it began to snow, just your luck. a white christmas was upon your favorite place. you guys stopped outside a pub and you snapped a photo. because of how bad the snow was it looked white outside. you snapped a photo for your instagram story and smiled. you placed a red heart on the bottom, before you made your way inside the bar for the evening, that most likely would turn into staying over night in the upstairs hotel.

a few hours later, you were getting ready for bed and you heard your phone ding from yor bedroom. your eyebrows crinkled before turning off the bathroom light and grabbing your phone off your bed. it was nico.

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

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y/n, ive been waiting for you to text honestly ever since we broke up. ive been waiting to hear that you wanted to catch up to maybe tell you that i miss you and i would finally hear your voice again. ive thought about texting or calling your myself but i didn't really have the right to since i am the one that intiated the breakup. and no, i never found anybody else. i certaintly wasn't looking nor did i want to. i just wanted you. especially, here with me for christmas and our anniversary. i want you here and ill pay whatever to get you here asap.i love you y/n, i never stopped. "

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your eyes went wide before bringing a hand to your mouth. this was exactly what you wanted. okay, yes, it was like a hallmark movie you grinned. you made your way down the old hallway and knocked on your parents door and the door opened a few seconds later. your mom looked down at your and saw the smile on your face. you nodded with happy tearms brimming your eyes. "he want's me still, he want's to fly me out as soon as i can." you said excitedly. she smiled and wrapped her arms around you. "finn! we are leaving early tomorrow so she can get on that plane." your mom annouced and your dad came out of the bathroom. he smiled and you pulled out your phone to let nico know that you were available the next day. he responded ten mintutes later with a screenshot of the flight ticket and you smiled.

I just wanna see my baby standing right outside my door

you stepped outside of the airport in newark and spotted your driver instantly. jack stood outside his range rover and you playfully rolled your eyes. "jacky!" you beamed throwing your arms around him and he lifted you up. the two of you had always been close, seeing one another as sibilings. "you dont understand how much he has missed you missy." jack said throwing your bags in the back as he shut your door. you smiled knowlingly, you had also been missing him like crazy. "where is he?" you asked, buckling. jack put the car in drive and you two began the 30 minute drive to his townhouse. "he's at the house, he had an appointment that ended later than he would have liked it to." jack said truthfully and you nodded, and then the two of you caught up on the way there.

jack waved as he took off towards his apartment in manhattan and you knocked on door. nico sprinted towards the door, alerting your once shared cat "missy". you wanted to bring missy home, but knew nico needed her more than you did. hockey got to be a lot after awhile mentally and being captain only added to it. nico swung the door wide open and instantly wrapped his arms around you and twirled the two of you. you giggled into his ear, which sounded like music to him. the two of you had happy tears coming out, as he set you down. you looked at one another in the eye, and smiled. he brought his face down towards yours and for the first time in almost 3 months, the world stopped for a brief moment. that's how it was with you two, a kiss could freeze the world. especially, when it held as much as it did like this one. "you came." he hummed as you two pulled apart. you nodded, "yes. no place i'd rather be." you said as he wiped your tears from your cheeks. "i love you so much y/n and i was a fool for letting you go. please, please dont leave again." he whispered as snow flurries began to flutter down. you looked up and laughed. nico's anxiety rose, as the answer to his words was still unanswered. you looked back at nico and smiled, "no place i'd rather be." you smiled before kissing him once more. he spun you around once more, before walking inside.

missy greeted you and you pulled her into your arms and listened to her purring. she had missed her favorite person, though nico came in a very close close second. nico wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his chin on your shoulder watching missy's eyes slowly close. "and just like that, our favorite person has indeed returned." nico whispered before placing a kiss on your temple. you indeed had returned to your favorite people.

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i hope you guys enjoyed day three! so sorry for the day late posting. but alas, here we are ahaha.

RANDOM tags: @jayda12 @bitchinbarzal @lhugh @starshine-hockey-girl @matbaerzal @pucksalotguys

#nico hischier #nico hischier imagine #New Jersey devils #nhl #hockey #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #nhl one shot #hockey one shot #jack hughes #holidays with equallyshaw #nico hischier x reader

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witchyseamonster · 2 years

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TAG PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER!

from @alkarinque (❁´◡`❁) aah thank u for tagging me, this looks fun💖🙏

Favorite color: i can never decide, but im really into jewel tones i general i suppose =w= some highlights are mustard yellow and dark teal

Currently reading: the last couple of Dungeon Meshi chapters have been SO good, the body horror is simply exquisite 😘👌

Last song: Cry for Judas - The Mountain Goats

Last movie: last movie I saw at the cinema was Everything, Everywhere, All At Once and it permanently broke me and now i cant stop crying, 10/10 👍

Sweet, spicy, or savory: Savory, gimme some soup and roasted veggies!! it is the season!!! 🙌🥣🥘🥔

Currently working on: being kinder to myself, making a video game, figuring out why my cat wont stop pissing all over my bed, also getting up from the computer and make food. i should do that now.

#thank u for tagging me Shannon c:

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infectedpaul · 1 year

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dude i have to watch the mlp movie again-- it's been several years since i was into my little pony but i kinda forgot that i missed it. i never ended up finishing the series because the last few seasons were on hulu and i only had netflix. honestly i should go back and watch them at this point just to see how it ended. i wasn't all that big a fan of the school of friendship seasons (i liked them don't get me wrong but i didn't like them as much as the other ones) but i really really like seasons 4-7 and since it was one of my favorite shows for so long i should probably finish for Closure.

also why was the movie so beautiful?? like it's amazing quality and the animation is so. tasty. idk it has a Vibe. is it 3d made to looks 2d or is it just straight up 2d? i can see it as both. i remember pirating it on frostwire before our desktop computer died and watching it in 720p on the tv and it was still really pretty. the colors are so gorgeous and shiny and the new character designs that were introduced in it were interesting too. the hippogriffs underwater stuff is just so ✨✨🫧🐬🪼🪸🫧🫧

i think definitely one of my favorite episodes was the one about applejack's family history, and i also watched all of the episodes about the crystal kingdom like a thousand times. i definitely wanted to eat the crystal heart because it looked very tasty and also flurryheart pissed me off and i loved her very much.

also my favorite character is fluttershy and i got obsessed with this series of fan videos about a fanfiction about her and discord and they had a child named screwball and that is all i remember. but i watched all of the episodes and listened to audiobooks of the fairytales it was based on and then wrote my own fanfiction based on that fanfiction. it was a good time.

sorry i really enjoy mlp and i haven't talked about it in years and i am SO glad you enjoy it because i was so embarrassed to be an older kid who still watched it. i never got to talk about it and didn't share anything i made about it ever and i really only ever got to enjoy it in internet spaces on occasion. so i got excited that you were making references to it.

1. PLEASEE idlove to do a watchthrough again mlp is my favorite show. ever , im a firm believertbat the later season are better but i rly also love the earler stuff but . that middle bit is also wheee i was majorly invested i jumpee in around the middlw of season 3 so i feel u . Peak

2. I KJOW THE MOVUE IS FUCKING GORGROUS which blows my mind because iy was made on 6 million dollars which is NOTHING for an animated movie (the average disney movie now is like 100million+ dude) PLUS they had to pay a buncha famous stars and shit AND ITD SUCH A GORGEOUS and just. Such a good movue in general i love tge mlp movie

3. YESSSSSSS dude. uhm. The applejacks parents episode makes me cry like a bitch. EVERY. FUCKING. TIME. ARUGHGGHH litrrally one of the best episofes of the show OBJECTIVELY? i think they did such a good job telling rhe story while also just like. They never outright state they died but i think they did such a good job like ... EVERYONE knows they did and they dont need to say liek " BEFORE MA AND PA KICKED THE BUCKET" just the looks and how everyone talks about them just says These ponies are no longer with us and its .AUGH its ao good ALSO YEAH flurry heatt my beloved i know everyon hates her but i love her sm shes so cute......i dont care if it destroyed the alicorn lore IT WAS WORTH IIIITTTT shes m..dshes just a widdle Babpy.....

4. im gonna be so real qirh you i was obsessrd with bride of discord but i. Am a better person now ALGSKSJSKSHWJGSJSBSJSJ . looking back on those after watcjing shunks' videos makde me realize wow they were. So fucking weird (why did she write fluttercord like that. why did they ship applejack and spike and activwly point out how weird it was and Did it anyways . why did they do rarity so DIRTY !!!!!!!!!!) also i have a bias against the writer for giving me my lsoh fear for 7 years /gen (also for shipping flutterspike in those pmvs for it seriously WHAT THE FUCK)

5. IM GOING TO UNEMBARASS YOULETS BE MLP FANS.....TOGETHER

#SORRY IT TOOK ME A BIT TO REPLY IM OUT RN #but yws BE A HORSEY FAN WITH ME PLS TALK YO ME I LOVE MLP SOOOO SO MUCH

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mlynar-nearl · 1 year

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heyup its anon back from that hell we call life and im just here to ask one very important question i have been stuck on for a while now: what is a good valentines day gift that isnt flowers (horrifyingly expensive) or chocolate (i just dont like them) ? answer however the hell you like man i ran out of people to ask

and yeaaaaah your reply to my prev ask totally reminded me why i dont care too much about the ak community actually its cos i dont wanna be in drama (unlike in genshin)

oh and get this, i was rushing lantern rite the other day (did it in 3 hours hehe) and using my nonexistent primos i won my 50/50 and got the big booba man like hell yeah now all i have left is kaveh (my beloved) and yes. maybe i will go back to genshin. if you play in asia i can drop my uid but im pretty sure ur a north america kinda person so like probs not

anyways didnt answer ur prev prev reply to one of my asks but like yeah they shlda made more people darker skinned in sumeru :/ kinda iffy that they aint ykyk like i live in southeast asia and my skins still darker than everyone in the cast lmao (okay maybe not everyone id say im on par w xinyan?) and it suuuuuuuucks but oh well mhy is just (insert thumbs down) anyways hope ur doing well lol u can throw in updates abt ur ocs too i havent had time to be on tumblr much lately thankiessssss

do NOT apologize lmao i love talking

imo, the best valentine's gift is one that's not too extravagant but a little personal. gift card to a store/place they like or somethin'. maybe i'm broke but i don't really do v-day even tho i'm in a relationship LMAO

i don't mind the ak community very much in terms of seeing cool gameplay and a lot of the few people who interpret lore and the few other fanfic authors in english floating out there that i've seen have been really cool and i do try to encourage other creators in the space. there are some exceptions as some things/tropes/opinions piss me off but i try to keep it posi.

i do play in NA on genshin and english global on ak :( but grats on the autism man, the superhero we needed AND wanted. my partner played genshin for a bit before i did and they sent me a picture of xinyan and went ash this looks like you. they aint fuckig wrong. colorism won today

as for ocs! i've been thinking about audie a normal amount* lately. i scribbled some stuff with him and encio and gnosis but lost it when my computer crashed :( there's some stuff i posted in my tag for him tho (which is "oc: audie") about them and their games of chess.

shealtiel DOES do this but he doesnt know why. me instigating a fight because the andoain is hot and i want him on me. also, i think that when he converses with andoain on the trail- because andoain knows he's being followed and just lets shealtiel do it and sometimes tries to chat with him, persuade him to stop being so furious- if andoain starts annoying him he turns off his hearing aids and leaves. turning off my hearing aids i don't want to hear you anymore. andoain has to live with knowing that shealtiel can put him on mute. shealtiel hopes it makes him fucking writhe.

#ash answers #anonymous #shealtiel

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warmau · 3 years

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☆: bounty hunter! you x thief! minghao au tw: ment of violence/weapons | this was in my drafts so i decided to finish it

“there’s no way in the world any of you are going to catch him, but if you do -”

the head of the police, hong joshua, stands tall and straight behind the podium

the gold of his medals shines harshly under the white light of the town courthouse

and your mind wanders off as you think about the pretty penny you could get if you were to just happen upon stealing one of those medals....not that a bounty hunter should ever steal

“but if you do, the police will wipe your own felonious records clean and even offer a good amount of monetary compensation.”

that perks your interest, since you’re currently looking for some extra cash

plus being a bounty hunter isn’t a so called ‘clean’ job - you have stains on your record you’d like to see get erased.

and you know mr. hong doesn’t like you all that much so having him be the one clean up for you is sickly satisfying to some part of your psyche

you’ve been working in this shitty underground world for too long

someone’s voice comes from the back of the interrogation room and you don’t even have to look to know that it’s that newbie seokmin

all excited and bouncy and not-yet-dead-and-cold-inside like the rest of the people around you

“who is the criminal we’re chasing?”

the monitor on the rolled up caddy beside the policeman flickers on

“xu minghao. he’s a notorious thief in the city, responsible for the last string of high art robberies from the homes and personal collections of the elite.”

you snort, the ‘elite’, being rich makes you some kind of level above human now doesn’t it?

“his latest victims are the choi family, he stole not only paintings but some jewelry as well - possibly high end watches and the sort.”

“choi family?”

god this new kid knows nothing

“choi seungcheol’s family” you say with a yawn “you know, the choi seungcheol - the mayor.”

seokmin gasps and you finally look at him.

he’s got a build to him that probably helps with physical altercations but he gives off the vibe that he’d faint at the sight of blood

“exactly.”

joshua shoots a pointed look at you and you kind of dance around in the disgust

“which is why we are going out on a limb and asking for the bounty hunters to help. the choi family desperately wants these pieces returned to them.”

you look at minghao’s face on the screen, it’s obviously not a mugshot so you note that the police force has actually never caught him

it’s a kind of photo that looks like it has been pulled off a social media account

minghao is standing in some sort of white room, he’s tilting his head and looking at the camera - or maybe the person holding it - and one of his eyes has a piercing blue colored contact in it

his features are angular, sharp, and long - but they fit together to make an unusually handsome kind of face

you slide forward in your chair and take your own phone out to snap a picture of the monitor

“how much for him?”

another voice echoes somewhere from the corner

joshua’s straight-faced expression twitches like he’s trying to believe the number that comes out of his mouth.

“ten million”

you keep counting the zeros in your head as you push your keys into your motorcycle and adjust yourself on the seat

you could retire with that kind of money. you live a frugal existence as it is.

you know that minghao is probably also somewhere in the city, still plotting for his next job.

he’s been hitting rich people’s houses for two months straight and the choi’s are a victory, for sure, but they’re still not the biggest shark in the ocean.

the people who sponsor them, the people who made seungcheol mayor, minghao has to be going for them next

you make a list of the three family names that come to mind, luckily enough you also know someone who works in the business of ‘technology’ or so who can help you track down the lead forming in your head

you look one last time at the picture of minghao on your phone before you slip it into your jacket pocket and pull out of the parking lot

“how much?”

“stick-up-his-ass hong said ten million, the choi’s really want there watches and monet’s back.”

jihoon turns to you with a deadpan expression

“you know monet’s can go up to ten times that amount right?”

you shrug and shove a half eaten bar of candy in your mouth that you stole from a bowl by his computer

“i don’t know, i didn’t go to college for art history. anyway, can you help?”

��how much of your cut will i get.”

you lick your lips and think for a second

“if i get him alive i’ll cut you in thirty percent. if he’s dead, ten.”

jihoon taps his foot and adjusts the glasses on his nose, he told you once they’re for the blue light or whatever that come out of his six computers.

“deal.”

you come over and see him open up the page of one of the most expensive and professional art dealers in this city, jihoon mentions that this person is in charge of the buying accounts for all of the three families you mentioned

he also happens to manage the choi’s, so looking into him could lead to possible other leads for the three targets you have in mind

“if minghao is planning to rob them - he needs to know what pieces to take. he’s probably also tracking down what they’re currently thinking about buying.”

“yeah, and im gonna assume - you know, bounty hunters intuition or whatever, that he’s going to hit whichever family recently bought the most expensive piece.”

jihoon’s fingers type faster than your eyes can follow. he doesn’t even seem to move his face, just his pupils and then a bunch of screens are popping up everywhere

you had befriended him on an assignment to catch a hacker - not jihoon, although he’s actually got a price on his head too - but another hacker who was clambering up jihoon’s business

you watch as jihoon does his magic, and then in about ten or so minutes you have an answer

“one of the family’s just bought and received a vase from this guy, it won its auction at around twenty five million. it’s from the ming dyn-”

“which family?”

you don’t care if they got a vase, a sofa, a painting, or a gold and diamond encased piece of potato - something in your stomach told you that whoever just spent the most was on minghao’s radar and minghao was on yours

jihoon adjusts his glasses

“that would be ... oh, that would be the yoon family.”

you taste something iron on the tip of your tongue, yoon jeonghan was on the cover of last month’s vogue if you remember correctly

“got it. thanks.”

you shrug your jacket back on and jihoon spins around in his chair when you get to the door of his dark apartment

“remember, thirty if he’s alive!”

“and ten if he’s not!”

you don’t like the fact that this new kid, seokmin, is standing outside the giant gates of the yoon family mansion

he’s wearing a cut off white t-shirt and new balances for christs sake

“hey!” he looks like he’s seen the sun when he spots you sort of loitering nearby, you try to ignore him but he’s coming over

“hi.”

“staking out the yoon’s? my first impression was they’d be minghao’s next targets because they’re rich and like art too.”

you wonder how he knows that so you ask, half expecting he might actually tell you - which would be a stupid thing to do.

he does.

“oh! i mean their son is a designer, they must be the best people to steal from.”

that’s so fucking ridiculous but he’s actually right. going to tell jihoon im cutting his share in half since apparently his intel could have been free.

“uhuh. well good luck.”

the words are stale when you say them, but sparkling eyes seokmin takes them to heart with a gracious “you too!”

you actually didn’t come to stake them out - you came to see if minghao might be staking them out

no good thief actually just bursts into someone's home, they need to know every nook and cranny of a place if they want to get out clean

judging by minghao’s track record, you can tell he’s cautious and detailed

you circle the house at a safe distance and then head back home, you read a bunch of articles on minghao’s past crimes and eat the only thing you have in your fridge which is mint ice cream - it was left there by a late night hook up who’d doordashed 7/11 even when you told them not to

you do some other minor research on smaller bounties you could chase after minghao is caught, none are interesting or any where near the price of minghao’s

you lay down and the stray you recently started letting crawl through the fire escape makes a little fuzzy circle at the base of your feet

you look at your phone, look at the photo of minghao

wonder if he’s as detailed orientated in other things aside from stealing. looks like he’d know what to do with his hands.

you fall asleep with the phone on your chest.

the next day, you’re texting jihoon about the seokmin thing - he tells you to piss off and not even think about downing his cut or he’ll leak your social security on the internet

that’s so fucked up dude

you’re a shit bounty hunter and im a hermit hacker we aren’t good people anyway

fine, are the yoon’s buying any other vases or whatever

actually, they won an auction a month ago for some ceramics. heard they’re coming tomorrow.

oh, might be a good time to steal that vase and some extra trinkets too for our thief

look how ugly these things are tho

jihoon sends you a photo pulled from the auctioning website, they are ugly, but they’re expensive

you rub your temple and decide that’s enough for today, you don’t see seokmin around either

seungcheol’s generic smiling im-a-good-mayor-and-i-kiss-babies face is grainy on your tv

you eat the takeout you picked up on the way back and are only mildly surprised when you notice someone familiar in the crowd

this is old footage, from a rally he did before the crime

your eyes pan to the corner and pull out one person from the sea of faces, everyone looks so excited to see seungcheol, minghao stands staunch and unwavering in the moving bodies

he’s not grinning - he’s kind of half smirking from what you can tell

he really does his research, i kind of like him

you put the chopsticks into your mouth, yeah. i think he’s going to be a fun one to catch.

goddamn seokmin is here again - on the night the drop shipment of the ceramics is scheduled - you tell yourself you were a clown for believing all that ‘i just thought they’d be the right family!’ bullshit he was telling you about

he probably has an informant of his own, definitely not jihoon though. seokmin is the type jihoon would rather drive a usb through his head than ever cooperate with

you avoid him the second you see his strong shilloute and make your way to the otherside of the house, right on the outskirts of the back garden

there’s one person in it - none of the immediate yoon family you can recognize, probably just a worker

you know there’s three entrances from here - the garden doors, the side opening that leads to an underground washing room, and there’s also a way to get into the back of the kitchen

you are betting that either one of them might be a good choice for minghao, but you put your bet on the washing room - it has stairs that lead up into a spare bedroom which is adjacent to a gallery type room inside of the huge mansion

it’s where the family will probably put the items, rich people love to be all like “look at my room of expensive things you don’t get to touch”

you stick your tongue out to yourself, morally you don’t care about thievery. especially when it’s stolen art stolen from people who just want it to feel superior to others

but minghao is worth ten million, that’s why im taking the higher ground on this ‘crime’

bounty hunters are allowed to carry guns, but you’ve never liked them - you like to use mace instead

that being said, you’ve brought your gun along - unloaded - just to use a scare tactic if push comes to shove. it’s heavy and it reminds you constantly of the job you came to do.

no getting distracted by newbie muscle heads or how hot you’re coming to think minghao is

you hear something - eyes darting to behind one of the columns of a large gazebo in the garden

you swear you see something slink across as the only person in the garden gets up to head back inside

keeping your movements and noise to a minimum, you position your body for a better view and after what seems like two heartbeats you see him dart from the enclosure and toward the mansion

you don’t follow immediately, the only way you’re going to catch someone who is so elusive is if you one up him

you have the element of surprise, but not really, he might be expecting personal guards of the yoon household or the police

not a rogue bounty hunter with a can of mace

but he’s still expecting - and someone whose entire job is to be like a shadow - you’ve got to be careful

you wait the amount of time you deem appropriate and then do the same, you realize when you slip through the backdoor of the washroom that now you’re also committing a crime of breaking and entering

you’re sure the yoon’s won’t mind though - you are about to make sure their ceramics and vases don’t get stolen

plus, you checked up on all of them, the main family shouldn’t be home. the only people on premises are some cleaners and the gardener. you’re sure minghao knows that too.

you map out the house in your mind from what you’ve learned in the past couple of days and find the gallery with ease

you can see the large double doors are open just enough for a person to slip through

so he’s already in ther-

“HEY YOU! YOU BETTER STOP!”

your eyes widen and you push inside to see what’s going on

seokmin, flashing something in his right hand and holding a light in the other is pointing at the long, lean figure of minghao

he’s standing there in the circle of light holding the vase you and jihoon had been looking at before

his eyes are unimpressed when they settle on seokmin

“ok, ive stopped - now what are you going to do?”

“im going to arrest you and bring you to the poli-”

the vase that’s held professionally between both his arms then gets dropped and crashes to the floor

the crescendo of noise startles seokmin because it’s the one thing all these new kids who want to try this kind of work get wrong

the thief is never going to drop the valuable goods - except they are, getting caught is worse then anything else.

there will always be shit to steal - except you know if you’re in jail.

minghao beelines for the doors and you’re there, big grin and mace in hands

“hi!”

his eyes widden and you tackle him with ease, one hand bent behind his back as you make sure to keep your weight off him

“ugh, that big idiot had a partner?”

“he’s not my partner, by the way that vase is worth more than what im getting for your head.”

minghao shifts his cheek against the hard floor of the gallery and he’s smiling back up at you

“how much for me?”

“choi’s but ten million.”

he makes a pfft sound as he releases air from between his lips

“cheap as fuck.”

seokmin tries to bound over to help once he comes to, but you bite at him to back off. this is your win.

he says he can drive you and minghao to the station, but you tell him again that you’ve got this on your own

you kind of feel bad about how flustered he is and you tell him he can still brag about how you two were the only people with sense to look at the yoon’s

for some reason, that actually brightens him up. he leaves to go downstairs and you don’t know if he sticks around or goes off on another job.

you get the handcuffs on minghao’s wrists before the workers, who hear the noise come running up in terror

you flash your bounty id and they scramble to get a hold of the local police office

minghao sits up against the wall and you sit directly in front of him - you can see him better with the lights on

his dark hair is long in the back and messy, his eyes are brown and long and twinkle when you look into them

the bottom corners are highlighted by what you can’t tell if is sweat or glitter

“you’re different”

he starts and you put up a finger

“im not different, im just experienced.”

“you like money more than you like your morals.”

you put the finger down and gleam at him

“bingo”

“so why are you sitting here waiting to hand me over for some chump change like ten million dollars when you and i are inches away from a collection that’s worth close to a hundred million?”

you touch the holster on your hip and tilt your head

“we - even the two of us - wouldn’t be able to steal everything in there. we’d need a whole team and-”

you start as minghao open’s his mouth to counter. all his teeth are white and straight.

“and if we could, you’d backstab me and take it all and run because you just said it yourself. money over morals.”

“ive got morals when im dealing with the right people.”

the snort you let out is louder than you expect and it makes minghao cock an eyebrow

“don’t care, you’re a professional liar. plus hong said he’d clear our records and get us that money.”

“joshua hong works for choi seungcheol who is a bigger liar than i am and you know it.”

there’s real spite in the way he says it - you assume he’s probably had interactions with both. or he’s just grown up in this city like you have, all the trouble politics can cause - all the stupid, underhanded shit that goes on

he leans a little forward

“plus, you’re hot. usually anyone who manages to catch me is very gruff and very mean.”

“i am gruff and mean, don’t test me.”

you banter but then look around and the gardener who was supposed to stay up here with you and minghao has turned his attention elsewhere - normal people don’t like facing criminals and well...whatever category bounty hunters are in.

“what’s the most expensive thing in that room.”

you ask under your breath suddenly, the police won’t be here for another five minutes at least.

you text jihoon to tap into their comms and let you know the exact moment they’re at the door.

minghao shines that grin, slender fingers lift up and toward the door

“i broke it, but that place is jammed of other million dollar treasures. i saw an original signac that could score us close to 17 million.”

“a signac? who is that?”

minghao laughs with his hands still behind him

“so you’re hot but not into art, i can still work with that. he’s an artist, paul signac. the yoon’s own ‘la corne d'or.’”

you shrug your shoulders again and pretend you don’t hear the first part but mutter that art doesn’t make sense to you and minghao lets out another quieter laugh

“it’s a painting of boats but it looks psychedelic almost, super colorful. thirty six or so inches across.”

you think to yourself - one painting and it’s 17 million, what if you get another painting with it

“ok...anything else in there catch your eye?”

minghao wiggles a little

“lots, i know art like people know starbucks orders. very well.”

your phone pings and it’s jihoon’s warning. the police are going to be coming upstairs to take minghao off your hands in the next sixty to ninety seconds.

“i can’t trust you.”

he thins his lips and then taps your foot with his own, does a weird jostle of his body and then to your shock breaks out of his handcuffs with ease

he rubs his wrists as you think you hear some noise downstairs and the gardener jumps out of his seat to go greet the police without noticing the thing that just happened only a feet away from him

“i’ve had a bobby pin this whole time, i could have run away five whole minutes ago instead of giving you a history lesson on boat paintings worth more money than you’ve ever dreamt of.”

you don’t miss a beat

“let’s get the fucking boats then.”

you get up and minghao takes a hold of your hand in a way you haven’t experienced since maybe middle school

like when a beloved childhood friend would take you and lead you toward the playground, giggle about school or your parents, pull you in to a fun moment under the basking sun

you and him stand, hand in hand, in front of the painting he mentioned

it’s pretty, it almost looks like it was drawn by crayons, you wonder why it’s so expensive

“let’s take it and the two sketches over there, one’s a lady with a piano the other is a couple under an umbrella

“are they-”

“at least two million each. plus - we can comeback for the ceramics later.”

you don’t know why it makes you feel warm - but it does and you take the two framed sketches off the wall

the painting is large, but minghao has done this enough times before that he knows how to handle it - you two are out the hall and down the stairs by the time you hear the police shuffling up them

took their time thinking he’d just be sitting up there wrapped up like a present huh?

you think to yourself, minghao is quick on his feet and leads you in the direction of a inconspicuous looking tiny car that could seat you, him and maybe that stray that hangs around your apartment

he opens the back and it is a perfect size for the painting

“did you come here on your bike?”

you realize the whole look of you must give away the fact that you ride one

“never, i dont bring it on jobs because people know what it looks like.”

he tips his fingers toward you in acknowledgement

“good because this car isn’t mine either, so add auto theft to the list of crimes you’re committing with me on this first date.”

you bite the inside of your cheek, can’t tell if he’s joking or not

he hits the gas before there’s any movement on the street where it’s parked - the yoon mansion fades into the distance as he rushes into the evening traffic

“is this the part where you kick me to the curb?”

you ask

minghao takes one hand off the wheel and puts it on your thigh

“this is the part where you tell me where you live so we can go get your things and ride off into the sunset, bonnie.”

you laugh

“so you’re clyde?”

he looks at you at a red light - looks at your lips and then your eyes

“do you want me to be?”

you can decide the answer to that yourself

*if you’re interested here is la corne d’or on the sothebys website.

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Warnings: fem!reader x dom!3racha, smut, mentions of periods, foursome, voyerism, fingering, hairpulling, use of degrading terms, riding, nicknames, dumbification, penetrative sex (be careful), unprotected sex (BE CAREFUL), masturbation, double penetration, anal sex, creampie, cockwarming, the smuttiest of smuts...

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Requested: yiiiip thank u 🧃 anoniee~

Note: ok i did more like...u know the days before ones period? am i making any sense? idk i just though that it would be such a hassle to write if the reader had their period so... im just leaving it here and... im gonna hide.

i feel so bad for jisung in this AKSJS

also im in love with this gif akfhsfksjhf

“No, stop nagging y/n” Bangchan said without turning around in his office chair. The studio contained your three loving boyfriends which were great most of the time but when you had to beg them to fuck you they weren’t the nicest.

“I’m not even on my period yet” you said to Bangchan in a cocky manner, sighing while looking at the backs of the two other boys, each one working on a computer with their headphones on. Bangchan fiddled with his phone before showing you his bright screen.

“But soon it is and according to the app you can start of feel higher levels of pain before your period” Bangchan stated with a half smile.

On his screen was the period tracking app you had shared with the boys but you were surprised to know that Bangchan actually checked it. You tried to grab the phone but he stood up hastily, lifting his arm up so the phone was out of your reach.

“Why did I even share that stupid app with you guys” you huffed, giving up on retrieving the phone and sat down on the leather couch behind the desks. He sat down moments after you and smirked at you.

“So no, we won’t fuck you because we both know how rough things get, especially when Changbin is riled up” he said turning back to the computer screen.

A bunch of memories zapped through your mind. How they manhandled you and took turns to cum inside you, leaving you nothing but a wrecked and cum- leaking mess. Since both Jisung and Changbin had headphones on they hadn’t heard the conversation. Your realisation was genius. It’s just to ask them about it! Sure, Bangchan would be pissed about it since he was clear on a couple of rules, one of them being to not fuck behind each others backs but you were so needy. Your body ignited with just the though of being touched. Being determined you shuffled over to Changbin and lightly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. He smiled, moved one side of the headphone off of his ear and turned his head around to face you.

“Everything good, baby?” Changbin asked, looking at you with adoration.

You smiled back at him and hesitated asking him about the favour but with a slight voice crack you leaned into his ear and said;

“Bangchan is being mean and says that he won’t help me with... w-with my neediness”.

He nodded slightly as his gaze returned to the monitor infront of him, busy with some producing.

“Babygirl got some wits I see. You thoughts I didn’t hear the conversation you just had with Chan?” he didn’t look at you, clicking and typing away at something. Fuck. How did he hear that?

“But please Binnie~” you wrapped your arms tighter around him and gave him a peck on the cheek but to no avail.

“You don’t know how difficult it is to say no to your pretty face” he finally looked at you and pecked you back on the lips. You laughed slightly at his corny remark and patted him on the shoulder before darting your eyes towards Jisung. He was sitting a bit away from the other boys in a corner, the ice in his americano had melted and diluted the coffee from the warmth in the studio. Changbin put on his headphones again and returned to his work as you sat down on the empty chair next to Jisung and looked at him with puppy eyes.

“What’s up bub?” he rubbed your thigh that was exposed from the fluffy black skirt you were wearing. You rubbed your thighs together, Jisungs hand stuck inbetween them. He laughed quietly to not disturb the other boys.

“You don’t even need to tell me, I know what you want” he whispered, leaning into you and removing his trapped hand. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him with innocence in your eyes, scooting closer with your chair.

Your gaze traveled down his body until it landed on the tent between his legs. The warm touch of his hand grazed closer and closer to your heat that was uncomfortably wet, your panties sticking to your cunt from arousal. You cupped him through his pants, his breath hitched due to the friction. The both of you observed the other boys but thankfully they were deep into their work, their eyes glued to each computer screen, the blue light reflecting on their precious faces. Jisung and you turned back around and caught eye contact with each other to which the both of you laughed inaudibly. He leaned towards you, the hot breath from his mouth hitting against your ear.

“Chan will be so mad” he said with a ambivalent tone, not sure if he wants to receive a scolding from Bangchan after he fucks you. You shook your head from side to side, doing everything to convince him.

“Sungie~ I’m all wet for you. I’ll promise to not tell Chan” your eyes twinkled towards the boy that had removed his headphones and placed them on the keyboard of the silver colored computer.

“Of course you won’t baby, I trust you” Jisung whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingertips began to graze your wet clothed cunt to which you had to muffle a whine by biting the inside of your cheek. Jisung smirked seeing you so sensitive and needy, ready to risk it all for his dick. Pushing the thin fabric to the side, Jisung felt your leaking wetness and exhaled loudly from excitement wanting to just slam you onto the couch and fuck you senseless. You jerked your head towards he couch, asking him to move to which he looked slowly towards Bangchan frame and agreed.

The two of you stood up carefully and sat down on the black couch that you had been on moments earlier. Jisung sat down first, the weight of the couch shifting as he sat. You followed shortly, straddling him and facing away from the working boys. Jisung had a mischievous smile plastered on his face and your face was burning at the though of getting fucked by Jisung behind Bangchan. Your hands traveled to Jisung’s belt buckle and with the utmost care you unbuckled it. Jisung helped remove his pants and popping his dick over the band of his black boxers. You let out a breathy whine from just the sight of his veiny dick, the tip cherry red and a string of precum coating the slit. You pumped his length a couple of times, earning a hiss from the dark haired boy before your heated sex hovered above his hard dick. Sneakily you snapped your head towards the working boys and was assured when they were intranced in their work, the subtle klicking and typing creating background noise. Jisung held your hips hard enough to leave red marks the day after before he pushed you down onto his dick. Sparks were flying everywhere in your mind, the feeling of being filled to the brim by Jisung’s girth made you choke on a moan. Jisung gave you time to adjust as you bottomed out, lifting your shirt up just so that your bra covered breasts peeked out. Slowly you bucked your hips against his and the brown eyed boy hissed quietly. Grinding on him you felt the knot of nerve endings being stimulated as Jisung circled your clit with his slightly cold thumb that contrasted with your sopping heat.

The added pleasure stringed out a string of whines from your lips until Jisung’s big hand covered your mouth, he looked at you with trust in his eyes and you smiled against his cold hand. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his length, your nails digging into the skin as the skirt pooled around your hips and shifted everytime you grinded onto Jisung that was now covering his own moans by clearing his throat. For one second he looked at your pink and red flushed face and then drifted his brown orbs behind you, making sure that neither Changbin or Bangchan glanced backwards. You shut your eyes tightly, Jisung’s pretty face disappearing as a rainbow of colors flashed before your eyes. The pace quickened due to Jisung’s hands being placed on your hips after momentarily removing them to stroke a piece of your hair behind your ear. He guided your cunt up and down his dick, the bouncing impacting the couch that let out a tiny creak. Jisung’s grip was hard on your hips as he let out a breathy moan behind his closed eyes. The knot in your stomach tightened, nearing your release as your mind blank. Both your and Jisung’s head was thrown back, eyes shut and everything tensing up. Just as the bundle of nerve endings was about to unravel with Jisung’s girth grazing your g-spot your hair was suddenly yanked from behind, you held onto the boys sturdy shoulders as a loud yelp forced it’s way out your mouth.

“Dirty fucking slut” a voice growled behind you as the grip on your hair tightened, holding you with full force by your roots. Your and Jisung’s eyes darted open, panic slowly filling them. The big hand belonged to Bangchan that was upside down in your sight since he pulled your head backwards. He glared at you with anger, brows furrowed as he spat out;

“Computer screens reflect but the two of you are too stupid for that”.

He let go of your hair as he shoved you towards Jisung that was terrified of the consequences and quickly lifted you off of him. Changbin turned around due to the commotion and ripped away his headphones upon seeing Jisung shoving his dick back into his jeans. Bangchan grabbed your arm harsh enough to hurt you and lifted you up before slamming you against the white wall of the studio. You felt Changbin’s and Jisung’s eyes burn into you through Bangchans back. Bangchan’s arm was at the side of your head as he looked down on you with disbelief.

“I was t-trying to help he-her” Jisung stuttered behind Bangchan but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Shut it” he growled, inches away from your face as his gaze was black.

Bangchan’s fingertips trailed down your torso before they plunged under the skirt and brushed your cunt that was now even wetter than before thanks to riding Jisung moments earlier. The boy tugged on you panties and they eventually fell down, pooling at your feet. Without warning, two fingers dived into your soaked pussy, a loud moan rolling off your tongue as the return of friction felt like heaven. Your legs automatically seperated but were stopped by the elastic of the panties not going further. His digits hammared into you, pain mixed with pleasure as your back was tightly pressed against the frigid wall.

Changbin lurked behind Bangchan’s shoulder as Jisung was sitting on the couch helplessly, not wanting to anger Chan further. Changbin gave Bangchan a pat on the shoulder, Bangchans eyes still glued onto you, pure rage filling his dark brown orbs. He moved away upon Changbin’s arrival and instead glared at Jisung as he sat down into his office chair, now turned to face the couch.

Changbin grabbed your warm and slightly clammy hand and led you to the couch, panties awkwardly grazing along the studio floor. You landed with a thud against the leather couch, Jisung stiff as a plank beside you. Fear charged thorugh your body since you knew how rough Changbin could be at times and you desperatly clutched Jisung, wrapping your arms around him. Bangchan tsked as he shifted closer with his chair and put his foot between the tiny gap seperating you from Jisung.

“You’re only watching tonight, isn’t that right Jisung?” he said, tilting his head slightly.

The boy beside you whined and pouted with his bottom lip sticking out.

“B-but I didn-t even..” he tried to form a sentence but gave up quickly as a shiver ran down his spine from Bangchan’s fierce presence.

Changbin removed your clothing in an instant as well as his own, clothing pieces sprawled out on the wooden floor. When the two of you were left in nothing but your underwear he attached his plump lips onto yours, coaxing your tongue by playfully licking your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss as he fumbled with the bra clasp for a second before releasing you from your clothed prison. The chilly air hardened your exposed nipples and you felt the stares of the three boys in the room. The kiss deepened as Changbin grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his other hand hooking onto the edge of your panties and dragging them down. You broke the kiss momentarily to lift your hips upwards so that the panties were removed fully from your body, laying in the puddle of other clothes moments later. Both Jisung and Bangchan were palming themselves through their pants, the both of them visibly hard as the tents between their legs grew. Changbin felt up and down on your thigh and spread your legs apart and layed your down on the couch. It felt so wrong yet so right to be all spread out for them in the studio, their hungry gazes observing your wet sex.

Changbin removed his boxers in a swift motion and his dick sprang, the red tip hitting his abdomen as his girth made your mouth water. You sat up and looked him mischievously into his eyes before opening your mouth without command. He scoffed at your boldness before grabbing your head by the roots in exactly the same place Bangchan did earlier which stinged with pleasure. Your head was harshly pulled down his length, giving you no opportunity to breath before he started to facefuck you. You grabbed his other hand as tears formed in the corner of your eyes due to his tip hitting the back of your throat making you choke. Changbin liked seeing you like this. Drool and tears running down your red flushed face. You peeked over to Bangchan that had already started stroking himself upon what he saw. You couldn’t help but to stare. The way his veins cascaded down his immense length, how his tip disappeared and reappered through his hand as he was bucking against it. You also managed to take a glance at Jisung whose ears were red, his pants straining his growing erection as he was unable to do anything about it. Changbin noticed you looking around.

“What’s the matter slut? You want us all three?” he cooed at you to which you responded with a slight nod of the head as you hollowed your cheeks, your jawline starting to hurt a bit. Changbin let go of your hair and instead grabbed your face as you pulled back, catching air and coughing with drool on your chin and chest. He leaned down to kiss you once, his tongue feeling soft as his lips hit your swollen ones. A string of spit seperated the two of you when he broke the kiss and slowly pressed up against you, your back hitting the couch. Your legs seperated automatically, already knowing what’s to come before he alined himself with your wet leaky hole. He hissed as he entered your tight pussy, your back arching slightly against the sofa. Jisung shifted uncomfortably in his seat, desperatly trying to get some friction by rubbing against his pants. Changbins pace gained quickly making the couch squeak like it did when you rode Jisung. Your clit was sore from earlier which you only noticed after Changbin placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circular motions, rubbing you raw. Pretty lewd sounds spilled from your lips and filled the studio as your eyes were shut tight from Changbin’s girth fitting perfectly into your pussy, like two puzzle pieces.

“Look at your little cumslut, taking my dick so good” he cooed arrogantly, trying to make himself heard over your moans.

“P-please Changbin..let me c-cum” you pleaded, a blush creeping onto your face from your bold statement.

He smirked towards you before looking at Bangchan whose strokes were getting sloppier and turned his head quickly in your direction, a signal to come and join. Before getting out of the chair he gave Jisung a glare and a mocking smile, showing him his place.

Changbin lifted you up slightly making you half sit as he pounded into you, one knee bent on the couch and his foot on the floor giving him good aim and strength to wreck your sore pussy even more. You were practically crying, feeling sensations a thousand times more which made you go crazy as his girth dragged along your velety walls. You looked up at Bangchan that was standing at the side of the couch with his hard dick facing you. He dragged his open hand against your hot cheek and past your ear before placing his tip on your quivering lip that were working hard to hold back moans. His precum coated your rose-like lips, glistening in the light as you opened your mouth and took his length. Bangchan rolled his head back and placed held your face by the cheek. He looked back at Jisung to make sure that he was suffering and right so, the poor brown haired boy was pratically sliding of the couch as he fiddled with his legs and tried to avoid Bangchan’s lust filled eyes.

You could feel every vein on Bangchan’s girth as he twitched in your mouth while you coated his dick in your saliva. Licking fat stripes against his shaft you narrowed your tongue once you got to the tip before flicking your tongue upwards, earning a hiss from the buff boy. Changbin’s thrusts were getting sloppier and his movements made your breasts jump up as well as your head accidently choking on Bangchan’s dick. The moans that were muffled by his dick sent vibrations through his body which made him even harder, it that’s even possible. Suddenly he laced his pretty, veiny hands in your thick locks and pulled you off his length before lifting you up by your hair and pushing you against Changbin. You straddled Changbin, slowly sinking onto his girth yet again, filling the momentary emptyness that made you whine. Bangchan was standing behind you and traced his hand across your back before his dick poked you in the butt and he slided into the hole that wasn’t filled. Your mind felt like static as you were filled up at both ends. Your head layed on Changbin’s shoulder as his hands were guiding your cunt against his dick. Everytime he moved you backwards Bangchan’s dick entered deeper into you, your moans becoming higher in pitch every minute. The knot in your stomach tightened, feeling a build up of tension in your core as your abused clit grinded onto Changbin. Your hands latched on the back of Changbins arms, nails digging into his skin as Bangchan’s pace quickened. His arms snaked around your neck and choked you, the lightheadedness of it making you swoon. The grip creeped up to your face as he harshly held your face and made you look at Jisung. You felt humiliated but that’s exactly what Bangchan wanted you to feel. Your loose gaze landed on Jisung’s soft eyes as your cheeks were burning and drool hanged from your chin.

“Isn’t our y/n so pretty with her fucked out face” he growled at Jisung, his voice and his pace making your eyes roll back into your skull.

Changbin moaned loudly once before releasing his hot liquid into your dripping pussy. His cum coated your walls and trinkled down to eventually leak out of you, Changbin’s dick still inside of you as he looked up against the ceiling and panted. Changbin’s girth twitched inside of you, chasing your high by grinding against him and overstimulating his delicate tip. Your broken moans echoed in the room accompanied with the sound of skin slapping and Bangchan hissing. Like a bunch of fireworks, your core ignited with Bangchan’s last thrust as he came inside of you and smirked with a devilish grin on his face. You flopped against Changbin’s chest as your orgasm crashed upon you like an ocean wave, leaving you stunned with your mouth hanging open and your legs shaking, feeling unstable and uncontrollable. Bangchan pulled out and Changbin lifted you off onto the couch. You could only breathe heavily as your head spun. Bangchan got closer to you and spread your legs apart which made you shudder, scared that they would start round 2. The three boys stared at your leaking holes, the white liquid mixing together with your own juices. Changbin and Bangchan turned to Jisung at the same time and his flustered gaze moved violently around the room. Bangchan approached the poor horny boy and bent down as he was sitting. His raspy voice formed goosebumps on Jisung’s soft skin.

“Clean up the mess however you like.”

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degenrcy · 3 years

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traitor (chapter 2)

tenko, what a nice name. did you like the pictures i sent?

warnings: same tags as last time! sending nudes, (bad) dirty talk, gaslighting, unhealthy/toxic relationships, mentions of stalking, it starts getting dark here, (plz lmk if anything needs to be added in either tags!)

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“are you sure tenko?”

“yes i’m sure. come on, don’t leave me like this.”

your face burned at what tenko was talking about. you had been on the phone for a few hours, and he had... gotten excited. you stared at the attachment in your messages, tenko sitting in his chair, pants pulled down to mid-thigh. you've never seen it in real life, a guy's boner tenting his boxers. he was hard because of you, and you were solely responsible for satisfying him.

it was another foreign feeling weighing in your stomach- but it must be a good one. he made you feel good all the time, complimenting the pictures you took in the school bathroom, telling only you his name, defending you when the other server members would start teasing you.

"w-what do you want me to say?" but you had never done something like this.

"you don't have to say anything," tenko was breathing heavily, blowing against the mic occasionally. the faint slicking noise made you nervous, even though you usually feel so safe and relaxed around him. "i really want to be to touch you, i wanna feel your t-tits through your little school shirt, lift up your skirt and... fuck, what do you have on?"

"ah," you pulled up the waistband of your sweatpants, you knew what he meant by that. "blue, y-your favorite color, right? they're soft and-"

"i want to pound your tight little pussy so fucking hard."

your lips pressed into a thin line, heart catching in your throat and voice falling silent, only the male's heavy breathing and fast fapping noises being heard. every swallow of spit to try and moisten your dry mouth made you think of kissing tenko, made you think how his friends make fun of him for being inexperienced and how they said that you would 'help out' with that problem that one time as a 'joke'. you didn't like being the butt of the joke, and this wasn't a good feeling anymore. it made you feel dirty, like tenko was trying to use you for one thing only.

y/n: tenko sometimes i feel like u just want something out of me... ten: what?? wtf are u talking about : dont get mad please. its just when u talk to me like that at night time it makes me feel like u want something from me like to do stuff to me idk im just being stupid and anxious about this whole thing if its a thing we have... tenko? im sorry i didnt mean to make you mad or anything ten: its fine im not mad if my girl doesnt want to do something i wont do it

you and tenko talked for every possible waking hour you could, from when you wake up to when your eyes finally shut and 3 am to open back up bright and early at 7 am. 4 hours of sleep isn't bad, you still manage to wake up for school, your friends don't need to be so worried all the time. mina was starting to piss you off, tracking how long you spend on your computer, saying that even if you turn your activity off she can always tell. iida constantly was telling you to be weary of people online, his speeches straight out of a cliche school assembly to scare you about the internet and 50 year old predators. tenko wasn't a fucking predator, he's your boyfriend!

nearby classmates turned their heads to slowly look at you, judging eyes beating you down worse than any punch or kick to your body. bakugo eyed you wildly, lip curling up his face until his gums showed.

"are you some kinda fuckin' idiot or something? do you know what this dude looks like, met him? i hope to god you didn't meet up with him-"

"what the fuck is it to you, bakugo?" the words were spilling out quicker than you intended, saying hurtful things you didn't really mean. the girls looked at each other- at you- worriedly. aizawa told you to leave class, not that you wanted to sit and be interrogated by a class of people who thought they knew everything about you. they were so worried about their own ideals, they didn't know how the real world worked, and the reality of the situation was that just because you met tenko online didn't make the feelings you shared any less real!

if he wanted to do something bad to you, he surely would've done it already.

if tenko wanted the relationship to be private because he 'didn't want the others making stupid jokes and not taking us seriously', you'd comply. if tenko wanted you to send cute pictures- which were always followed with a 'how about a picture of what's underneath?'- you'd comply, giggling cutely at his misspellings in his rushed compliments. he’d go silent for a few minutes, followed with a gross picture of what was under his pants. if tenko claimed to see you at your favorite fast food place-

"i never told you my favorite fast food place." your fingers stopped moving against the keyboard, anxiously running your nail against the grooves of the wheel of the mouse. it was the same model tenko had, but pink. he bought it for you, of course you would use it.

"what? yes you did, how else would i have known where it is?" tenko laughed, very awkwardly. he didn't laugh much, and definitely not like that.

"but i seriously don't remember telling you-"

"yes you fucking did. what are you trying to say?" he snapped at you, speaking through his teeth all through voice chat, all in front of the others.

"she's trying to say you're a fuckin' stalker." roki- who wanted you to call him nii-chan all the time for some reason- spoke through chews of whatever he was eating. there were other people playing with you, and tenko just embarrassed you in front of them. who were you to hold your tongue after being yelled at by some dude, boyfriend or not? it was time to give tenko a piece of your mind, you were frankly tired of him acting so childish all the time.

y/n: can you please stop being so mean to me all the time :( ten: idk u accused me of something really fucked up earlier. im trying to be cool around everyone else, but u keep making it obvious

you blinked a few times to make sure you were truly seeing what you were seeing. you didn't even accuse him of anything, it was his stupid fucking friend. but if you went and called roki nii-chan in front of him, it would be wrong, right? maybe that's exactly what you'd start doing, just to piss him off a little and give him a taste of his own medicine.

ten: stop fucking calling roki nii chan ur playing right into his game : guess u saying ur uncomfortable around him was a lie, u probably like him too lol : when ur done acting like a bitch u can talk to me

you shut off your phone for the night. the only night you finally had a chance to get some real sleep, yet you still were up late. you knew tenko was still up too, he always was. the incriminating 'playing Leage of Legends for 6 hours' tab on his profile mocked you. maybe if you just apologized, calmed him down, everything would go back to normal.

this time, roki said he saw you outside somewhere. before you could even try to pester him with questions if he was sure, he listed off the things you were wearing, how your hair was up, how you looked so different in civilian clothes, you were cuter in person.

you asked if tenko was with him.

he told you to call him brother again, maybe then he would tell you if tenko was with him.

he wasn't.

you didn't know what to think anymore. maybe your friends were right all along, maybe your relationship wasn't real. or maybe they were just stuck-up wannabe heroes with a savior complex. if they really cared, if they really gave a fuck, they would help right? tenko was always full of advice and intelligent takes on things, he sent you articles from unofficial websites along with obscure youtube videos with 42 views that were always criticizing hero society, calling out the faults of the top heroes or the discrimination against people with mutated and dangerous quirks or who look 'non-human'. it was enlightening, it was more than you would ever possibly learn at school.

he was better than everyone else, your heart hurt when you weren’t with him, you wanted to be able to talk to him again. a few paragraphs apologizing for how you behaved, how you missed him, followed with a ‘please talk to me again. i don’t know what i’d do without you, i have no one else.’ you waited nearly a day for a response, pillow sheets damp and a seemingly permanent dip in your bed from how long you laid in it that day.

when he finally read it, he called you, only saying one thing.

"do you want to come see me?"

"of course, tenko."

#tw.gaslighting #tw.toxic relationship #tw.grooming #tw.underage #tw.stalking #shigaraki tomura/reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #hmm #tw.dubcon #?

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melaningifs · 2 years

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saying this on a totally different account because of my paranoia. and sorry for any grammar mistakes im pissed off </3

but i think you might as well just don't give these guys the attention because that's just what they're seeking. that person didn't have to reblog the post but did it anyway just to tick you off.

i know its incredibly tempting to tell these guys off and whatnot but it only causes the situation to escalate and often makes you feel drained. these guys aren't worth it just let them sit in their trashy rooms staring at their computer screens waiting on your response.

you should focus on doing what you love and making other people happy. i promise you acknowledging the joy people get from your work is more worth it than regarding whites that get butt hurt seeing an asian character with dark skin.

these guys aren't making a difference. they aren't doing anything to make other people feel good. they're wallowing in their own self hate and hate seeing other people out there doing better things, so they take it out on others. unfortunately these people exist and there's nothing you can do about them. let them get mad let them be cruel, because at the end of the day there isn't a single difference they're making through creating useless drama on the internet.

im asian and i have dark skin and i love looking at your work. i love looking at characters i love and feeling represented through your edits. i wish anime would do a better job representing those who aren't pasty east asians and stop trying to appeal to whites. anti-blackness and general racism is a global issue and honestly its a huge problem in the anime industry..

anime does not represent real asians. it does not represent our cultures and appearances. white people should not have to be angry on our account. they're used to seeing themselves in all sorts of content, but feel invalided when any character of color exists in media.

real asians come in many different skin tones. we aren't just pale skinned horned up japanese school girls sorry. stop speaking over us just because you hate that black asians and asians of darker skin exist.

i am sorry this is happened and unfortunately it's going to be a common occurrence running a blog like this. please don't give these people the attention. know that you are making a great difference and that is a good thing.

No worries !! And you’re totally right, I always responded to poke fun cause I always found trolls really silly but I’m now realizing it’s definitely not the best approach ^^;;; ignoring them is probably the best way to deal with people like them, their the worst but they’ll never get me down >:D it fills my heart to hear that you can enjoy and feel represented through my edits !! I really do hope that in future there will be much more diversity in their characters so that more people can feel represented in anime ^^;;; there are some but it feels like just a handful T^T And you tell em !! I’ll do my best ! Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to send this, I’ll take it to heart ! I hope you have a wonderful day and stay safe ! 💕💕💕

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whirlybirbs · 4 years

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✶ — las rosas están cayendo ; j.m.

summary: you're a figurehead in a far-reaching criminal underground operation that's offered jesse mccree haven and work in the last few years. your relationship with the cyberized cowboy is complicated but oh-so lovestruck.

pairing: jesse mccree / reader, est. relationship

tags: fluff, angst, good guy falls for the bad guy who’s not so bad

a/n: i’m simping, it’s fine

( read on archive of our own ! )

Jesse McCree likes the Silkroad's End. Always has.

The place's very namesake pays homage to some dark web marketplace that operated back in the 10s; it's fitting, Jesse thinks, since the entity itself certainly fits what he'd imagine the personification of that very digital market to be. Dark, a bit shady, and always crawling with folks who aren't really who they say they are.

Staff changes every three weeks. Location, too. Lucky for him, the only thing that stays the same is the barkeep. Everything else is rotating, always moving, always changing. It's best that way.

Truth be told nothing in the States offers true anonymity, anymore. All that's long since past. Every damn street corner has a camera watchin'. But, the Silkroad's End is good — and discretion is their business. They offer what people like Jesse McCree need:

Trustworthy resources.

Even still, knowing about the Silkroad's End is one thing.

Getting in is another entirely.

Jesse's learned not to be startled when a stranger ambles up and slips something in his palm — might get 'im killed someday, but for now, he offers a gentle tip of the hat to whatever camera is eyein' his current move in whatever city he's in.

The chips — obsidian colored and round — are few and far between. There's a chain-code implanted in the micro-computer inside that registers a location on his personal data-device; but without that chip, he ain't gettin' inside. It's one use, one time only.

This time, the den is a quiet little place on a side street in New Orleans.

This chip was delivered to Jesse in a seedy bar bathroom — and as he shoved it into his pocket and muscled up his tawny-colored jeans, he was left grimacing. Bastard that gave it to him didn't even wash his hands. Just pissed and dropped it on top of the urinal.

The den is downstairs, and Jesse turns in his chip after finding the little location to a towering omnic who reminds his a little bit too much of a certain butler he once knew.

"Might wanna wash that."

Spurs tinker on the wooden steps, and when the door's eye slot slams open, Jesse is met with the gaze of a human this time — an unknown staff member with a tattoo that crawls up the side of his head. There's a tense silence. Then, the slot slams shut.

With a quick yank of the three-inch durasteel door, Jesse finally steps foot into the Silkroad's End.

And, with an elated sort of smirk, he swaggers right in your direction.

Jesse reckons it's been four months since he's seen you — the ever-present barkeep and present owner of the Silkroad's End — last ; could be that you're one of many owners and operators, as he suspects but... Well, Jesse never had enough to go on that hunch.

There he was, as always, distracted.

You know the sound of his spurs from a million others. In an instant, your lashes are flicking up from the bar and through the crowded back room. Tonight is busy — seems a good few members decided tonight would be the night they cash in their chips. You shouldn't be surprised to see Jesse McCree, but...

He's always had a way of knocking you off your game.

"Have I ever told you," comes the low croon as a set of cyberized knuckles rap on the mahogany bar, "that you make the best drinks around?"

Your smirk settles into your words. You move slowly, reaching for that top-shelf whiskey he likes so much.

"Is that why you keep coming back, then?"

Jesse smirks. His trademark hat finds a spot beside him at the bar, and he leans back to run a hand through his dark, wild hair. "One of a handful of reasons I could list, sure."

The drink that lands in front of him is coupled with your full attention.

Jesse feels awfully big in it.

His fingertip tinker against the glass. The sound is pleasing.

Your elbows meet the bartop. You lean. Your eyes drift across his face, and for a moment you find a rush of relief bloom at the realization that there are no new scars. He looks tired, but well.

Alive.

A lot for a man with a bounty of sixty million on his head.

You work hard to keep that very bounty out of the Silkroad's End 's docket. That ledger of his, deep and relentless, has become harder to ignore in recent months. With word that Overwatch was recalled... Jesse's name had been floating around more than you liked recently.

It made you worry.

Your voice is soft. So is your smile.

Jesse, the sap he is, is glad he's sitting down for the sight of it.

"You look good, Jesse."

He scoffs into the whiskey. His eyes, a dark brown and warm like the run, roll at the remark. You grin.

"M' gettin' old," he rumbles, "And things are changing' faster than I can keep up with."

You don't pry. A habit. A good one, mostly. Jesse has a habit of being an open book. Given the chance, you'll pry later. For now, you opt to air on the side of wistful interest. Fleeting and light.

Your chin finds your palm.

Long ago, you wouldn't have dared to let a soul see you so engaged with a member like this, but... This operation ran on trust. Discretion was a part of the bigger equation and the people in this room? You've known most of them for years now.

Bounty hunters, arms dealers, drug peddlers.

They know better than to bite the hand that feeds.

"You been busy, then?" you ask, watching the way his eyes stick to you, even when he reaches to dig out a cigar from a pocket beneath his serape. In a flash, he's procured a gilded lighter and flicked it open. The flame dances between you both, and you watch as he puffs the cigar. The embers burn red.

He exhales and smoke swirls around his head like horns — Jesse's lips slip into a lopsided sort of look; more playful than anything.

"That lead you gave me," he drawls, "It worked out. Paid good, too."

Your smile is slow.

This song and dance is always fun.

"Been savin' a few for you," you say, "You're one of the few I can trust to actually bring people in alive."

"I haven't even been here fer more than a minute an' you're already talkin' business, pumpkin," Jesse grins, all toothy and scruffy, and takes another puff of his cigar, "That all you ever do?"

"You know me, Jesse," you slide your fingers across the underside of the bar, sending the partition up and allowing you to step around. You shrug your shoulders and hang your hands. The way his eyes flick across your figure isn't lost on you.

You cock your head towards the back office as you speak. "Always scheming."

If that ain't the god damn truth.

You're a smart little thing. All devilish wit and pulled strings. You have enough dirt in your back pocket to bring a few governments down, Jesse supposes. Nothing to bat an eyelash at.

He follows with ease; hat tucked upon his head once more, cigar and whiskey held in his hands. He follows you, looming over your shoulder, as the sea of patrons part with sidewards glances and half-aware nods. Everyone has their own business to attend to. You're simply attending to yours.

The back office isn't really much of an office — if anything, it's a refitted storage room. There's a desk, a handful of monitors, and enough security barring entrance to the windowless room that Jesse's roughed up every time.

The omnic patting him down isn't gentle. He tugs the peacekeeper from his hip holster and grunts. Jesse scowls.

That ain't never been a problem before, though.

You, all poised with your arms crossed, wave it off. The gun is shoved roughly back into Jesse's holster. If both hands weren't preoccupied, maybe the bouncer would get more than the nasty snarl Jesse manages as he's waved through. Maybe.

As the door slips shut behind him, the sound of your heels is all he hears.

"Beefed up security, huh?"

Your sigh is tight. He can see the tension along your shoulders when you round the sleek desk in the middle of the room and unlock a drawer. If you'd thought he'd move past your silence, you're wrong.

Jesse isn't like you.

He has a bad habit of asking plenty of follow up questions.

"What happened, pumpkin?"

That damn nickname is enough to spur you to straighten yourself, to set the datapad down gently on the desk in front of you, and to frown.

"There was an incident."

His worry is palpable.

"Nothing dramatic," you wave it off, shooing him slightly when he nears the desk. You walk around it and lean, settling on the edge, "But it was enough to spook a few staff members into being more mindful of who carries in the establishment. Especially behind closed doors."

You've had enough guns pulled on you in your life to know that one could have been the last — but it wasn't. It was fine. Might have earned you a few restless nights and a few connections to clean up, but the disgruntled member was dealt with. That was a month and a half ago now. Distant.

Jesse frowns. He sets his whiskey down on your desk, then leans and smothers the cigar in a fizzle of ash and smoke in the ashtray there.

His voice goes low, gruff, and serious.

"Pumpkin, I ain't a good man," he breathes, eyes low beneath the brim of his hat, "You're better off not trustin' men like me."

He does this every time.

A glimmer of self-consciousness towards his own character.

You know him better than to believe that shit.

"Jesse, if anyone was to put a bullet between my eyes," you mutter, unlocking the datapad with a flick of your finger, "I'd be honored if you were the one to do it."

That earns you a low grumble.

His weight moves to shift beside you. His hip bumps yours. His shoulder saddles right up against your own. You can smell the cigar on him, the burn of the whiskey on his tongue. Jesse is warm. He laces his own fingers together. You can feel his eyes on you as you sift through the files of bounties — and you try not to seem startled when he says your name soft enough it could pass for a lullaby.

"... You alright?"

It's not often you're asked this question.

You were right before — you were always talking business. Personal matters were kept far from any business dealings you did on a daily basis. It was pertinent. Kept the machine well-oiled.

Things with Jesse, though... They'd been different for a long time.

Things changed when the two of you had forgone professionalism once a handful of years ago now. It wasn't long after the first time you'd met him the cowboy had stolen himself into your well-guarded feelings. You blamed the charm. He believed it was luck. Despite knowing nearly nothing about you, he'd become enamored, and — when you'd initially thought the sex was something to sweeten the deal, Jesse quickly made it plenty clear he intended on keeping the sex and the business separate.

The feelings grew between those two things.

Now, in the center of his attention... Well, you feel small.

You let out a slow exhale.

"I missed you, y'know," you say slowly, eyes still trained on the names staring back at you on the datapad.

"Yeah," he breathes, "I missed you, too. Ain't fun bein' gone so long."

"As if either of us has a choice?"

Another hum. This one a bit sadder. Jesse supposes you're right, that it isn't exactly ideal — and it's not as if he's allowed himself to be vulnerable to anyone else these last few years. Not when he's a wanted man. Not when gettin' someone tangled up in the danger is the last thing he wants.

It was different with you. You knew the danger. You...

Christ alive, he wishes now things were different.

Back then, it was easy.

Coming to terms, now, with the numbing loneliness that hangs itself over the both of you hurts a bit worse. Time is ticking by. He'll be older than he is younger soon.

"You ever wish you could leave it all behind?"

His question is met with a tired scoff. Your cheek finds his shoulder. Your hair falls along his arm.

"And become the world's most wanted woman?"

"What you've got is an empire," Jesse drawls, a hand slowly reaching for your own, "M' sure someone would wanna call it theirs ."

"And then what happens to the tired, old queen? The queen who knows what makes that empire strong?"

Your quirk your brows. Jesse sighs.

"... Point taken."

"I made my bed," you say with a measured sense of finality, "And I've gotta lay in it, Jesse."

His eyes dance alight when something then that's tempered with fire; he blinks down at you through thick lashes as he speaks.

"Wouldn't mind layin' with you..."

It's husky. Drawn out. Nearly a sigh, especially when his fingers slip along the curve of your wrist and draw up to your cheek.

"I'm starting to think you come here," you mumble with an edge of sarcasm as his nose brushes yours, "For more than just business ."

"Oh, sweetpea," Jesse grins as he whispers, "It's been that way for a long time now."

The kiss is bruising — the sort you missed horribly in those months apart. It's lip and teeth and scruff; the brush of his beard is enough to make you smile, enough to make you abandon the datapad on your desk.

Enough to keep you distracted enough that you don't notice Jesse McCree tapping an encrypted data transfer skimmer over your datapad.

You'll notice in the morning.

And by then, he'll be long gone.

#jesse mccree x reader #jesse mccree imagine #jesse mccree x you #jesse mccree fanfic #overwatch imagine #overwatch x reader #WHOOPS #i go radio silent then write a whole FIC FOR. THE COWBOY.

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vanillann · 4 years

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ew, it’s the government (spencer reid x reader)

warning: swearing, mentions of crime and sex, enemies to lovers

word count: 700

ew, it’s the government masterlist

chapter 5: eyes everywhere

“Stupid.”

I stood shirtless in Mr. Ravioli's office, looking at all the photos that covered his desk. Some were him with a curly hair pissed dude, someone I would get along with, and somewhere him at war.

“I’m so sorry,” Agnet Boy opened the door slightly, a sweater held tightly in his hand as he held his head down to the floor with a frown. I grabbed the light grey sweater from his hands and quickly threw it over my head.

I looked back to see a different mug of coffee was on his lips, him taking large sips as he slowly waited for me to speak.

“Pride and Prejudice?”

“Good book,” he muttered, his head obviously not in the same room we both stood in.

“The mug I was drinking out of was yours?”

He looked at me, giving a single nod as his lips contracted back into his mouth, his mouth in a thin line when he went to open the door of the office.

I said nothing as I watched his back leave, my arms crossed as the scent of the sweater attacked my nose,

Vanilla and coffee.

It felt weird fitting from the boy, but I brushed it off as I stepped out to see Jerick speaking to Polly Pocket.

“There they is-”

“Great,” the blonde waved me over, my eyes rolling in the back of my head before I headed down the short stairs over to the two.

“Someone is using your credit card,” was all I heard before the panic set in.

How the hell did someone get a hold of my credit card, I barely used them myself now someone else was.

“Why are-”

“Hotch didn’t want to tell you but I need your help.”

I looked to Jerick, his shoulder shrugged as the girl took off, waving me to follow behind her.

“I’ll get Boy Wonder too,” she smiled as he stood beside the elevator, something stuffed in his bag before Polly Pocket grabbed his arm and pulled him to what I assumed was her office.

“I want to see if they can identify the guy from the security camera,” Pen told him as she swung open the door of the office. Items of different colors covered the room, two chair in front of what looked to be half a dozen computers.

“Jerick would love this,” I muttered as I looked to Agent Boy who offered me one of the chairs that sat around the room.

When I sat down, leaned on the back of my chair causing it to lean back enough to see his face slightly.

His jaw was sharp, but I watched his eyes squint when he looked at the computer.

“You wear glasses?”

He looked at me, his eyebrows drawn as he looked down at me with a small nod.

“How-”

“I took Sociology twice in high school.”

I cringed to myself, blurting out nothingnesses at FBI agents wasn’t like me.

“Here.”

The video from a nearby gas station played, the man who was using my credit card stood at the front desk but was careful to not show his face. I looked to the stance, but nothing stood out as I watched the man with a green tea and a bag of skittles.

“Wait-”

“What?”

I pointed to the items in his hand, there sat the last thing I ever got from the gas station. The day I found out when we got Jerick pills.

“He knows we’re watching,” Agent Boy muttered before he took off from the office, panicking as Polly Pocket gasped.

“Oh God.”

I looked to the man again, waiting from a sign of who he was but nothing came as he avoided every camera and left the gas station as if he wasn’t ruining lives.

The girl's phone went off, her quickly answering with the end of her pen when a strong voice echoed off the wall.

“Hey baby girl, is (Y/N) with you?”

“I’m here,” I quickly butted in once I heard my name.

“Okay, here’s the plan.”

im sorry for the short chapter, i need them as filler chapters!!

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@itsarayofsunshine @m-n-m @aquarius-pisces-rose @victomizedbyreginageorge @avaxreid @erinxneil @writtenbywolfie

ew, it’s the government tag list:

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#spencer reid/you #spencer reid/reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #bau #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader

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corruptedconfessions · 4 years

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Vampire!Todoroki x Reader

Day 1 of Monster Fic a day

Prompt:Vampire!Todoroki! “I’ve been watching you longer than you realize.”

Feel free to send in your halloween/monster/supernatural requests! Atm ive been using a wheel and prompt list to try and write things for this month! Im sure you guys can give much better requests than I can come up with myself lmaoo

Btw all fics for this will be tagged as #monstermonth !

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Typing away rapidly at your computer you found yourself completely engrossed in your work, unable to bring yourself to even blink as your eyes were glued to the screen. You weren’t sure how long you had been here, hunched over your laptop at a library table, but it was long enough that your back ached from your posture and your fingers were cramping, begging for a break.

You were so lost in your work you didn’t even notice as a stranger walked up behind you, staring at the screen and you for a moment, hovering behind you. You didn’t notice when he glanced around, searching the library for a second, but you sure as hell noticed when he suddenly touched your hair, taking a strand and twirling it between his fingers.

“Ah-!”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, spinning around to stare at the male, who stared back at you innocently. You frowned back at him furrowing your eyebrows as you leaned away from him.

“Can I sit here?”

He pointed at the spot across from you, sweeping over to it and sitting down before you could even finish nodding.

“...Okay…”

You hesitantly glanced up at him before turning back to your laptop, now hyper aware of the gaze that bore into you as you tried to work. Never once did he seem to look away or blink he just stared you down as if you were a piece of meat on display and he was a starving dog.

“You smell…so good. Makes me hungry.”

Officially creeped out you quickly shut your laptop, practically dumping it into your back as you quickly scooted the chair away from him and stood up.

“Um, thank you. I should be going-”

Faster than you could even process the mans hand shot out, grabbing your forearm roughly, dragging you back over to him with unnatural ease. You gasped softly, squeaking in fear when his other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him as his grip on your arm tightened. His pupils were blown wide as he leaned in, pressing his face against the side of your neck, breathing in deeply before slowly dragging a tongue up the side of your neck.

“You taste as good as you smell…”

You squeaked trembling in his hold, desperately trying to yank yourself free of his grip as he kept licking you, teeth scraping against your neck, sending jolts of fear through your body.

“L-let go of me! Help!”

You yelled desperately as you struggled harder, cursing yourself for not noticing the time. It was late, practically pitch black outside and there was no one left in the library but you and this stranger, not even the librarian could be seen.

“You’re hurting my ears.”

His duo colored eyes peered up at you from where he was pressed into your neck, voice soft and lazy as he rubbed his nose against your fluttering pulse, purring softly as he licked there too.

“If you want me to stop yelling maybe you should let me go-!”

You were cut off as something sharp pricked your neck, sinking into your skin. Your mouth fell open in a weak gasp as your knees suddenly buckled, your form collapsing against the mans chest as he easily held you up, head still burrowed into the side of your neck.

“What are you…”

You whimpered weakly, starting to feel light headed and cold, your words slurring together. You’re tongue felt heavy and dry in your mouth and your blood seemed to roar in your ears, along with a…slurping noise?

The cold in your bones grew stronger and stronger as you weakly looked down at the stranger, your breath being taken away when you saw him, his eyes half closed. He would almost look cute if it weren’t for the blood smeared around his mouth and your shoulder, and the fangs that disappeared into the flesh of your shoulder.

You took one look at the grotesque scene in front of you before your eyes rolled back, passing out in his arms.

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Groaning softly your eyes fluttered open, the soft light of the room immediately sending a searing pain through your already throbbing head. You’re stomach rolled uncomfortably as you forced your eyes to open all the way anyways, weakly glancing around the room as you squinted against the…candle light? Your eyes slide closed again as you took a few deep breaths, trying to settle the throbbing in your head and the way your lunch was threatening to come back up.

What had happened? You weren’t quite sure…

After taking a few moments to collect yourself you slowly sat up, every move you made adding to the growing list of pain and discomfort that was settling deep in your bones. You’re entire body felt like it was weighed down with lead, and your neck felt stiff and ached painfully on one side. When you looked down at yourself you found that you were dressed in a long flowing night gown, old and worn enough that it was unfairly comfortable against your skin, still, it certainly was not something you would wear on your own…

You tried not to think too hard about that.

Swinging your legs off the side of the bed your bare feet hit the plush rug spread across the wooden floors. The entire room looked like something out of a movie. Black Gothic drapes hanging from the window on the other side of the room, the bed you were sitting on was huge, with a long flowing canopy that was currently pinned back to let in the light from the candles that were hung on the wall in cold iron cages. Everything screamed like something out of an old Victorian movie, and it just furthered your confusion. Surely you were still dreaming…

“You’re awake.”

Startled your gaze snapped to the doorway, a pale figure silently walking through and immediately moving to your side. One hand pressed against your back as the other tucked under your legs, pulling them up as he lowered you back into bed.

“Darling, you shouldn’t be up yet, you need rest.”

You blinked up at Todoroki in confusion as you were carefully lowered back down into the bed, the heavy sheets and comforter being pulled over your body as he almost tenderly tucked you in. Something in the back of your head told you you were safe with him…that you should just relax and trust him, but you weren’t sure you knew him…What even was his name?

“T-todoroki?”

The name spilled from your lips before you even realized it, unsure of where it came from but the way he smiled down at you told you it must be his name. So you did know him then…

“Hush. You need to rest. You’re body is still weak, you need to let it recover.”

You started to panic as he spoke, trying to sit up again, panicking even more when a single hand on your chest easily stopped you from being able to move at all.

“W-what?! W-what do you mean, where am I?!”

His eyes were soft as he stared down at you, silent for a moment as you panicked beneath him, eyes scanning the room desperately before locking back onto his face. You were so helpless, so confused. That’s okay, you will learn to understand…someday.

“You’re with me. Sleep now, I will take care of you.”

You stared up into his eyes, a sick feeling building in your stomach as he stared back. His eyes…They were so…Cold. Void. There was no life or light in them. Something was wrong.

“T-thats okay- I actually need to get home, my parents are waiting on me and I’m sure they’re worried-”

You wrapped a hand around his wrist, desperately trying to pull it away as you sat up, heart pounding when you couldn’t move him even an inch. What was he?! It was like he was made of stone.

“That’s not true, they are out of town until next month…You shouldn’t like to me like that, you know.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared up at him as he frowned back down at you, his face still passive but something told you you had just pissed him off…The feeling in the air felt heavier, like it was weighing down on you, threatening to crush you.

“H-how do you know that…?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, hair standing on edge as the vampire smirked down at you, his fangs gleaming against the candlelight. He tilted his head, smirking wider as a hand slid up to gently stroke your cheek.

“Oh, darling~ I’ve been watching you longer than you realize.”

#monstermonth #yandere #vampire #todoroki x reader #reader insert #fantasyau

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sjw-publishings · 4 years

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Stay Straight Babe

“Im so glad I still have my lovely boyfriend with me during Quarantine, Amirite Cherry?”

“Yeah...hehe, so glad to have Sammie with me too...”

Anton, the Drama Queen laughed with his lesbian shy bookworm bestie as they discussed about theatre and all about. Of course, they would’ve invited their lovers along, but they were too busy being techno geeks and talking computer games in their gaming rooms.

“Did you have lunch yet?”

“Yeah, tried takeout from that famous Chinese restaurant downtown! Was super good!”

“Oh my god! Me too sistah!!!”

“OooooooAHHHH!”

A large groan came from their study, where his boyfriend’s currently at. Anton naturally looked concerned for his boyfriend.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know! But something came from Sammie’s room too...”

“Yeah! I gotta check Kenny, Brb!”

Ending the call, Anton left the bedroom, and headed his way outside the study, about to open the door, but then a loud masculine voice rumbled from behind the door.

“Samantha? You’re just such a great fri... girlfriend... eungh so hot...”

Samantha? Who is that....But more importantly, why would his friend...boyfriend be moaning to a lady? Is he...cheating on him? But that can’t be, his geeky nerd cutie is as queer as a three dollar bill! But still, he had to check it out....that deep voice certainly did not sound like a nerd’s...

“SO HOT!”

As Anton walked into the room, his eyes widened at the pile of clothes and tossed garments on the ground. Large XL sandblasted jeans, track pants, sneakers. Tons of sports posters and trophies decorating the shelves, and a large television screen playing the latest soccer match...though for some reason, he vaguely recalled seeing football and baseball at intervals.

But it definitely did not look like a study room...despite him initially thinking that it was. Alongside a couple of dart boards, some sports equipment, and a pool table, seemed like a recreation room...but since when could they afford...

“oooooOOOOAAAAAAHHH!”

A large moan came from the couch, as Anton came to the front of it, all his eyes focused on was an incredibly muscular asian hunk man-spreading in bliss, dressed in a white tee with an iconic sporting good logo in the front, left hand gripping his cellphone while his right hand dug deep into his clean white boxers. The man panted out of relief, and relaxation, like a weight lifted off his shoulders. Whispering into branded phone with his deep husky, asian tone.

“Stay Straight Babe~”

CLICK!

So hot...NO! Anton get a hold of yourself! Who was this Asian man? Where was his roommate? He had to get questions, even if this...extremely hunky cutie, looked so sexy dazed and looking up.

“What?...Who are you!”

The Asian man snapped out of his trace, eyes opened...but ever so slightly. He was asian after all, but he was chill...in control. Still leaning back on the couch, he looked at Anton, puzzled, before looking down at his exposed boxers and then back at the stranger. His mind cleared up in an instant, forcing out a-

“Kevin Lang, Fag!”

The man said it, and gave that signature sarcastic response from only a jock bully like him. Smirking condescendingly, he was in charge, and that theatre gay started to tremble.

“Listen Queer, I know you’re thirsty and all for men during this. But some of us got girlfriends who we can’t visit. So stop being a WUSS and deal with it.”

“I...wasn’t...I...”

Now this really pissed him, not even caring about the stickiness on his right hand, or that he had a pitched tent. All he knows now is to deal with this gay of a roommate who spied on him and his girlfriend. The tall 6ft 2 jock cornered Anton to the door.

“Go jerk to your boyfriend or something...oh that’s right! Even a FAG like you doesn’t have one!”

Anton was in tears, he remembered the countless dates that he had, alongside the taunts made by this douchebag Kevin who somehow managed to wolf his way into his life throughout college. He had to get out of there..., quickly opening the door and running back to the bedroom, locking it.

“I...I have to call Cherry...”

As he typed for her number, a sudden ringing notification popped up for the name Chelsea. Must be a typo when he was saving Cherry’s contact right? Cause that number definitely was Cherry’s.

“Anton....”

“What happened?”

Almost suddenly, his mind shrugged off of whatever his homophobic roommate had said. His best friend was weak right now, he had to help her.

Gripping ahold of the phone, he didn’t notice the warm tanned spot spreading on his palms, down his wrists every second as he held the cellphone.

“Samantha...called me a dyke.”

“Samantha?”

“You know! My roommate, the one that’s dating yours!”

It made sense now, the two of them bonded over how much they despised their roommates bullying...and the strangeness of how the douchebag jock and queen bee couple somehow always interfered in their respective love lives...

Clutching the phone tighter, his wrists tightened as definition thickened his forearms. Curling his biceps subconsciously, toning strongly till they were the size of baseballs.

“Yeah Kevin was such a douche, had to defend myself from him tryin’ to whoop me...”

“Yeah, had to backflip and dodge Samantha’s attacks. Didn’t feel good knowing she still holds a grudge about me being a dyke.”

Heh, he knew his best friend could handle herself. She was still a cheerleader in training, but could whoop Samantha’s arrogant butt anytime. Must also be her half asian genetics like his.

Sitting up straighter, Aiton’s broad shoulders filled out his sweater, which almost ripped if it was not for that white stain sealing up the cracks. That white stain...which came from Kevin...right? Was there a stain?

The white coloration spread all across the attire, shrinking up the sleeves to simply resting just below his shoulders, accentuating his large biceps which he proudly admired. Alongside his large back which occupied his entire bed...wait, didn’t he?

Taking a closer look at his bedroom...wait, looking DOWN at his bedroom. He was on the upper bed of a double decker, with training equipment at the side and a couple of sports memorabilia which looked reminiscent of the recreational room.

Yeah of course that douchebag Kevin had to have most of the room with his crap...though it was not all bad. He worked out quite often during his spare time...outside of that artsy degree he had no idea why he took...did he take an artsy degree? He shrugged, doesn’t matter, he worked out.

Anyways it showed, leaning back and taking full charge of the entire bed. At least he was the alpha HERE! Listening to what his best friend spoke...though she was mostly talking about drama with her roommate, not the kind of thing he was interested in.

But he always liked her voice...

“At least...I think I like girls? But that was an accident! I don’t like Samantha!”

Aiton nodded, unsure of what to say, but felt...pretty cool about it. Crossing his legs, as he saw those large trunks that trained...almost like for years. They which reached the end of the bedside, as those khakis lengthened and stretched into XL sweatpants...gotta snatch that back his junk from Kevin later, but not now. He was cool, now. Kicking off his large trainers which went-

CLUNK CLUNK!

As they hit the floor, wiggling his size 12 feet beneath those white socks. Kevin could insult him all he wants later, it was his room too. The fledgeling Jock can say whatever he wants to anybody, and he says-

“You were like ‘I think I like girls’, sounded pretty dyke to me.”

Aiton smirked, teasing the cheerleader from across the phone. He always liked doing that, he was in charge after all.

He knew how icky the two cheerleaders felt towards homosexuals...but then again, wasn’t he a bit rude towards them as well? Not as bad as Kevin but an occasional joke here and there meant nothing right?

“Who you callin’ dyke, Fag?”

“Who you callin’ Fag, Dyke?”

Okay...maybe he didn’t like being called Fag either. But it was just insults between him, Cherlse, and Kevin and Samantha. Anyone else and they answer TO HIS FISTS....except maybe ladies...especially hot babes.

He began to palm himself, and as he kneaded his hard rocket, he sneered in disgust over a rainbow wristband on his wrist. He blinked, in its faggy place was a white sports watch. His rocket doubled up in size, while darkening in tan, its always time to be a Jerk, just like his Bro Kevin.

“You know i get weak when you use my own words~”

Cherlsea opened up her phone webcam, and Aidon did the same. Both smirking at the other. The Jock knew it was always ladies first, but he was a Jerk so-

“Oh damn...she’s hot!”

“Of course I am, do I still look pretty dyke to you~?”

Watching her seductively pose on her bed, it felt like ages since he had seen a woman like that! In that revealing tank and double Ds he could just!

SQUEEZE!

“Oooaahhh!”

Squeezing his own chest, feeling rock solid muscle layering his nipples, pectorals filling his sports shirt massively like the man he was. Feeling those abdominals as a well deserved 6 pack emerged from years of crunches.

“I....I NEED RELEASE!”

“So hawt~”

“I...I AINT A FAG!”

“Course you aren’t hunky~you are so hawt, ooooooaaaaah!”

The Queen Bee’s second in command had let out her mating’s call, the asian babe was too much for the Douchebag Jock’s right hand man, and vice versa. As their desires linked up, with the help of a fortune cookie they ate prior, they were about to finally be set into motion.

Each of them felt a tight stinging to their holes simultaneously. As the Asian Jock’s butt hole tightened, the Cheerleader’s lady hole expanded. Like a trade of preferences, but that is not all.

As testosterone pumped in the man, churning larger sacks, as he watched his babe’s hair lengthen, his shrunk, and BUZZED off the sides and back, leaving a stylish gelled top, maintained with a pair of shavers, scissors, and his Bro. Not actually brothers, but they were asian , jocks, and total jerks. Wouldn’t be surprised if they were related.

Speaking of Asian, his tan had bathed his facial features alongside the rest of his body. Cleansing the GAY away from him as his jaw hardened into a fierce square. His lips snarled in momentary disgust, before his raising his cheeks, as that scowl shifted to an arrogant smirk as he watched his girlfriend do the same.

“Ooooaaaaaah~”

His brows complimented his prominent features, as they frowned, closing his eyes as his girlfriend’s moan was too much to bear...he needed RELEASE! RELEASE!

“OAAAAAAAH!”

Aidan Long expelled a thick goo from below, as his eyes gave way to a thin fierce asian dark brown. Staring into the ceiling in a haze...before the sounds of his lover’s panting sent him back to reality.

“Man...that feels good, but still miss our hot damn ‘Dragon and Empress’ sessions before all this happened.”

“Yeah totally...stuck with bestie the whole day is fun and all but...she and your douche roommate keep doing it all day.”

“Caught him jerkin’ off too jus now...”

“Whaaaaaat! Omg same, saw Samantha doing that too!”

“Course...nothin’ beats my empress...”

“Same for you too...my long muscular dragon.”

Almost instantly, the doors slammed open. Of course, Kevin had the spare keys to the bedroom too, and he was sneering right at the door.

“AND YOU SAY IM A FAGGOT!”

“SHADDUP KEV! YOU GAY!”

“NO YOU GAY!”

“HAHAHA!”

The two jocks laughed arrogantly, before sneering at each other. The two of them were thirsty, and they understood and respected that.

“Ohhh almost forgot, mwah mwah mwah!”

“Mwah mwah mwah back to you GAY!”

Kevin left the room, most likely going to order more of that Chinese take out or something. Doesn’t matter to Aidan though...he was friends with the man, but he wasn’t INTO INTO him.

“I swear this stay at home thing is turning me gay...”

“Oh there’s nothing wrong with some bonding sessions. Me and Samantha are pointing each other’s nails later on, and that isn’t DYKE!”

“Yeah, should probably binge watch soccer with that douche. Felt like We haven’t did a sports marathon in ages!...No homo of course.”

The two of them chatted for a while more, loving the company of the other intimately as they teased one another like the lovers they are.

But they eventually have to go to other stuff. And by stuff he wants to do, is CHILL.

“Love you hunky, talk to you l8r!”

The Jock simply posed to the camera,and spoke.

“Stay Straight Babe”

#gay to straight #g2s #mental change #jock #asian #racial change #dumber #gay #lib to cons #to #straight #nerdtojock #personality change #gay2straight #stay #babe #chinese

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dessarious · 4 years

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt66

Inspired by @ozmav Maribat AU

AO3 Beginning Previous Next

Three hours later they were all still in the living room planning. Tim was sitting in a chair with his laptop and Marinette was honestly impressed by the speed he did things and his ability to multitask. It was proving to be extremely useful, especially since they’d given him all the codes from Nathalie for Gabriel’s other security system. She almost shuddered thinking of the problems they would have walked into had Tim not looked at them first. As it was he was mostly certain he could disable everything when they needed him to.

Damian and Luka were on the love-seat. Luka was in his normal relaxed state but Damian was practically hugging the arm of the sofa and stiff as a board. Tim didn’t seem to notice it which made Marinette think that Damian didn’t relax around his family. She could also tell how hard it was for both boys to act like they were just teammates. As badly as she wanted to take down Hawkmoth once and for all, she was a bit worried about what it would mean for Damian. No threat very likely meant he’d be headed home.

She and Chloe were on the couch. Chloe had long since given up any pretense of professionalism and was stretched out with her head on Marinette’s lap while basically demanding her girlfriend's constant attention. She was tempted to point out how much Plagg was rubbing off on her but decided it would be best to do that when they weren’t on a time crunch since it was highly likely to make Chloe too irate to be helpful for at least two hours. So Marinette just smiled to herself and ran her fingers through the other girls hair so everyone could concentrate on the problem at hand.

“So this entire plan hinges on his ability to communicate with us about everything that happened since none of us will remember it.” Tim pointed at Luka and the skepticism in his tone earned him a glare from both her and Damian.

“Well in your case, it will be a matter of you communicating with him well enough that he can tell you what you need to do or not do. That’s all on you since I know Luka’s memory is nearly flawless in such a short time frame. As far as with us it’s more of a ‘don’t do this, it won’t work’ or him relaying my own plan back to me since he has more information than I do. Luka’s proven himself and I don’t appreciate you talking down to a member of my team.” Tim blinked at her in confusion while Damian gave a subtle nod of approval.

“I wasn’t trying to talk down to you or anyone else. I’m just not used to working this way. We do what we can to have as much information upfront as possible, from psych evaluations of the rogues to habits and patterns we’ve witnessed. This just feels like going in blind and I’m trying to understand how that’s going to work so I can hopefully adapt. I apologize if I offended you.” She could only blink at him. He really was making an effort. They were all just too tired to moderate their tone at the moment.

“I can understand that. Our situation is unique, especially for someone not used to magic. I promise you Luka can memorize and repeat anything you need him to. Just make sure that it’s something you’ll understand with limited context because every time he resets you’ll go back to square one.” Tim hummed in thought and went back to working on his computer. He was frowning at something but quickly got very excited before turning to Luka.

“So whatever I tell you to tell me doesn’t have to be something you understand necessarily right? It just has to be something I’ll understand when you say it back to me.” Damian rolled his eyes at his brother’s exuberance but Luka just smiled and nodded. “Perfect! I can create different plans of attack and color code them so all I have to do is have you tell me to use red, or absolutely don’t use blue. This is great!” Marinette watched as he happily dove into whatever he was planning and couldn’t help but smile. When he wasn’t acting like they needed him to hold their hands he was actually good company.

“I suppose the only thing left is to decide exactly when we want to launch our assault. Given his tendency to go after kids during school hours we might want to do something earlier rather than at night. Considering how desperate and pissed off he’ll be, my bet is he’ll use Lila again.” Damian let out a scoff while Chloe started muttering things Marinette was partly glad she couldn’t hear properly.

“But you’ll all be in school. How will you manage that?” Tim’s question caused both her and Chloe to start giggling. His confused expression made it almost impossible to stop. Damian looked like he just wanted to hit his brother over the head with something. Marinette managed to get herself under control enough to answer before he gave into the urge.

“First, we’re all staying here for the night so Wayzz can protect us in case of nightmares. The absolute last thing we need is him knowing who we are or what we’re planning. As to school, that’s easy to handle. I’m supposed to be spending the night at Chloe’s and I’ve been texting my parents about how awful I feel, in fact I’ve been feeling feverish all day. They’re already planning on calling me in sick tomorrow. Chloe was actually already going to be off because of a function with her father but she’s gotten permission to tend to her sick girlfriend instead.” She smiled warmly down at the blonde in her lap. Her father had caved immediately when he realized Chloe wasn’t kidding. “As Damian’s guardian here in Paris, you can call the school and tell them you’re both settling into a new apartment so he won’t be in for the next couple days. Luka goes to a progressive arts school so he literally just has to text his mentor and tell them he’s going elsewhere for inspiration.”

Tim was frowning at her in puzzlement. She wasn’t sure if it was because he was sleep deprived, surprised that she’d come up with such a plan, or surprised that she’d already been laying the groundwork for it before he arrived. Despite the fact that as a hero she had to think on her feet, she could plan things out. Especially when she had Chloe to bounce ideas off of since the girl had been raised to look at everything for the worst case scenario.

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Oof. Oh well. Tumblr seems to be drunk. But anyway, how about Ben, Toby, and Jeff's S/O coded a video game for them about how much they love them and how happy they are to have met them. Like, a little timeline of before they met to the present from the S/O's POV and how much happier they are. How would they react?

gosh im soRRy- Why the FUCK did i write so god damn much.

Ben

Your boyfriend unexpectedly tore his eyes away from Arma III to look at the notification with his crystal eyes.

'Download for NonSuspiciousGame.exe has been completed.'

His curiosity overcomes him, and he just has to check it out before you wake up from your nap from the bed behind him.

It's...just Majora's Mask.

It starts out as usual, and Ben just uses speedhacks to progress faster and look around.

But when he reaches the Romani Ranch, the graphics noticeably change, along with Link on screen.

When "Link" checks himself over, he turns back towards the camera with the noticeably familiar smirk that's usually plastered on Ben's face.

"Hiya! Welcome to Honey Ranch!"

You're about to start swinging at the sound of your own voice, still dazed from your nap.

But you realize Ben has found his way to your game, one that you put your heart and soul into.

And totally not ripping a few files to alter from Majora's mask.

"I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you're my dumb, loving boyfriend, and you really mean the entire world to me. Real or virtualized." Your character grinned from the screen, placing an innocent kiss on Ben's cheek.

"C'mon, feel free to look around."

The inside of the bar has a familiar layout to your house.

Each object that Ben interacts with pops up a little pixelized animation from an event with said object.

Such as a broken controller than Ben threw against a wall trying to chase you during your fitst meeting, or a vase covered with duct tape that the two of you broke from dancing together after your third date.

It's a timeline.

He's a little bit emotional and sets down the controller to stare at a picture of the both of you on the screen.

"I really like this game.." He mumbles before turning around towards your 'sleeping' figure.

He presses a soft kiss on your cheek, his bangs tickling your temple.

"I really like you too." You giggle, pulling his face back in reach and meeting his lips with your own. "You make me so happy, Ben. I really don' know what I'd do without you, even if you do break all of my dishes."

He'll be revisiting the game later with you by his side.

Toby

"It's not scary, is it?"

"Nah, it's not scary."

"Ok good, that means I don't have to mentally prepare myself."

Toby is always eager to test your games, no matter what genre they may be.

But the setting starts out in dark blues and blacks, with tall looming trees.

"baAaBe!!"

"It's NOt ScaRY!!"

After jumping at every little rustle in the tree branches and inspecting every single pebble on the path, Toby finally makes his way to the first save point.

"Omg this is that Slender game isn't it?"

"Toby- no, it's not. It's not a horror game."

"Then why does it look like one."

"You'll see, just keep playing."

A wide pair of orange eyes glint in the trees a few meters away from Toby.

"Omg."

"Go up to it."

Toby barely pressed the 'W' key as he approaches the being, finally spotting a lump on the ground. After inspecting the orange 'eyes' he finds that they're actually goggles.

"waIt THa't sMe??? Omg how do I help me??"

"Idk man, what did I do?"

It takes a few moments, but Toby finds out how to drag himself back to the road, where the scene fades out and then back in front of a fireplace.

The same fireplace not even 6 feet away from the two of you.

He has to deal with some quick-time events as the camera slowly moves in to show Toby touching your cheek.

The expression on your avatar goes from worried, to bearing an ear-to-ear grin as the scenes progress.

The character idles in front of a Toby, sitting in the corner with his arms around his knees.

And the Toby in front of you seems to also idle, scanning the screen for...something.

"I love you."

"..I love you too, Tobs." You press a kiss to his hair, letting your arms slide around his shoulders. "I'm so happy I met you, I have no idea where'd I be if it wasn't for you crashing into my life."

"I know I'd be dead." Toby snickers, tilting his head back to look up at you. You could see a line of tears drifting along his waterline.

Toby plays it frequently and replays it for that matter.

If he ever tends to be missing you, that game is always his go-to. He reminisces about the memories you've had together and re-experiences them through this game.

Jeff

'"yOu mEAN I'M IN IT?!"

"YOU PUT ME IN??"

Jeff is so psyched that he's finally put into one of the games you made.

After desperately begging you for 24/7 since your last new release.

On his way sprinting to the desktop, Jeff trips over Smile and slides through the plaster wall.

It alarmed you, yes. But you were so pissed off that he had to do that after you finished the game. It would've made a great spot in the post-credits scenes.

"This just looks like your last game."

"Just play it."

"When do I show up?"

"J e f f."

"lol ok."

It's an immaculate side scroller, showing a cute little [H/C] haired you that's nervously looking around the gray city buildings. You decided the textures would look better being realistic rather than pixelized like you originally thought.

The model you designed based off of yourself seemed pretty good in your opinion, and Jeff thought so too, using a few keywords to describe your physique that most people would find way too sexual to describe a clump of pixels.

"When do I show up?"

"Do you want me to shove your face through the computer screen?"

".."

The avatar bobbed along the sidewalk, occasionally rubbing their arm across their eyes to wipe away a stream of tears. The street looked familiar until he realized what the setting was based on.

It had to be of the night when you first met.

Sure enough, there's a splatter of crimson across one of the windows. Jeff recognized this, he remembered that exact kill, and the way you screamed at the sight of him chasing you down.

He didn't need any advice. You were in awe that Jeff remembered the exact route you had to take to escape him for the first time.

He felt a little self-conscious, seeing his looming shadow in the game creep closer to your small form.

But it was quickly erased when 'Dodge the burnt fucking eggs' flashed at the top of the screen, referencing back when he tried to cook you breakfast after taking you home.

He noticed with each minigame, your character gets more and more colorful.

And then the screen fades into Jeff sitting on the computer, with your avatar by his side.

On cue, you kiss his on the cheek the same time as the game.

He has to collect himself to keep from shedding a few tears. Cause let's be honest, all of those memories make him a little emotional.

"I love you lots." He mumbles, blinking a few times, well- to the best of his ability at least.