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This is your reminder that you are really fucking cool

Awww shucks hahaha you’re really fucking cool 🫶🏼

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Static Discipline

Anti - X reader —Third Prrson POV — NSFW

She should’ve known better.

The moment Anti found the corrupted file—his corrupted file—messed with, overwritten, touched by her little fingers, it was over. Her wrists are bound in tight, twitching cords of glitching rope, the ends flickering with bright neon. Each movement only tightens then more, as if the code reacts to her resistance.

“You think I wouldn’t notice, sweetheart~?” he hisses, his voice distorted and layered in static. One version low and seductive, the other sharp and aggressive.

“You think I wouldn’t feel it when someone pokes around in places they don’t belong?”

He started stalking around her like he was a predator and she was the prey. One hand crackles with glitches, the other grips her chin hard enough to make her gasp. He leans in close. Too close.

“Say it.”

She doesn’t. Her rope tightens. Her breath stutters.

“I said,” he growls, glitching so violently his form shifts, briefly duplicating behind himself, layered and jittering, “say. It.”

“I-I’m sorry,” she chokes out, eyes wide.

“Anti, I didn’t mean to-”

“Too late~”

He drags his thumb across her lower lip with alarming gentleness. The next second, he has her bent over his desk , stomach pressed to the wood, arms restrained above her. Her legs start to tremble. The cords slither like snakes around her thighs, locking them wide apart. Every time she gasps, he glitches harder.

“Can’t decide,” he mutters against the curve of her shoulder, voice suddenly strained, “if I want to punish you more… or beg you to never leave.”

She freezes. His glitching grows worse. Sparks of pixels crawl up his jawline, past his temple. His hand runs down her back slowly, before landing a sharp smack to her ass that echoes through the room. She cries out.

“Again,” he demands.

She obeys. Again. And again.

And then, he stops.

A glitch fractures across the room like lightening, all the lights flickering out.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, staggering, shaking. His image stutters briefly. One frame he’s over her being dominant and composed. The other consisting of trembling and desperation.

“I didn’t want to scare you,” he says, more to himself than her.

His hands loosen the bonds. The ropes dissolve into soft, flickering threads that vanish with a breath. She shifts slightly, testing her limbs, her body aching but tingling at the same time. He doesn’t move.

She turns her head to find him on the floor.

Glitches crawl up his arms like veins. He’s curled into himself, panting, his jaw tense. Not with rage, but with something far more fragile.

“Anti?”

His head lifts slowly. He looks… small. Terrified. Still him. But not.

“I’m breaking,” he confesses in a fractured voice. “And I don’t know if hurting you makes it better… or worse.”

Her body aches, but her heart aches worse.

She moves toward him without thinking, ignoring the stinging in her muscles. She sits beside him, hesitantly reaching out.

He flinches. But he doesn’t move away.

And then… he crumbles. One glitched sob. One broken sound. One sharp inhale before he falls into her lap like a corrupted virus that no longer wants to fight his own code.

She strokes his hair through the static. He doesn’t ask her to stop. The silence buzzes. His voice is as soft as a whisper now, trembling and real.

“Just… don’t leave. Even if I deserve it.”

She doesn’t.

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Woahhh, that is so cool ??

Vampire JBM.

(Hopping on this trend while the season is spooky.)

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Sorry if this is blunt. Do you do RP at all?

I do actually! I haven’t in a while but my DM’s are open if you’re interested! 🫶🏼

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Thank you @overandunderandoveragain and everyone who got me to 10 reblogs!

Would you rather be comforted by Seán after a breakdown … or dragged into a glitchy Anti spiral you may never emotionally recover from?

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Seán: Ooh, I can make cocaine now!

The game: Ooh, I can make you question the very fabric of your existence now!

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Anti x Reader Scene (short smut, unhinged + mirror play, NSFW implied)

You weren’t supposed to be looking. But that’s why he made the mirror crack like that—just enough to split your reflection, enough to catch your eye.

He steps behind you, glitching in softly, fingertips brushing your neck like static electricity with a pulse.

“You watching yourself, sweetheart?” he breathes, voice sharp and low, teeth flashing behind you in the glass.

“I could ruin you right here. Let you watch the whole thing happen.”

Your knees weaken as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. You don’t know if it’s his voice or the warping world around you, but your pulse syncs to a frequency that isn’t yours anymore.

“Say my name~”

You whisper it. Once. Twice. It echoes—through the mirror, through your bones.

And then the lights flicker.

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You didn’t find this post by accident.

He brought you here. The static, the stare, the hum behind your eyes—it’s always been him.

Follow now, before he notices you’re still resisting.

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Oooof, he’s hot 🥵

Happy birthday glitchy boi!! @therealjacksepticeye

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He thinks he’s just unlocking the next area and handing out free samples. Sweetheart, you’re about to produce cocaine, question your existence, and realize Uncle Nelson is a metaphor.

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Oh he’s so hot 🤤🥵

Whata guy💕

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Me when

Anti

Me when

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LIKE A BOSS

From (x)

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Dear viewers, happy anniversary to this video appearance!

Henrik is back from vacation! He certainly wasn’t pleased to see he’s been replaced 😂

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Dear viewers, happy anniversary to this assumed video appearance!

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Just became an official loyalty member for Seán and you already know Anti’s in my system like corrupted code. This badge ain’t just for Seán—it’s for the part of me that never left the glitch.

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Choose Your Corruption—Possessive Edition 🖤

You wanted obsession? You got it.

Would you rather:

Be pulled into his lap mid-argument while he says, "Mine. Say it again."

or

Be shoved face-first into the mattress while he marks your skin with bite after bite?