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yngtort · 3 months

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—Playboy aesthetic

NSFW ★

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XFem!reader : in which you just can’t stay out of that damn playboys bed. Mdni - emotional manipulation - drunk sex - breading

song rec : playboy - exo

“There’s no need to tell me, let’s just leave it as is. Why are you worried?” One of exos greatest hits, play boy, played through the party. crowds of people swaying together to the beat of the song, hips bumping and hands exploring.

You watch from the sidelines, held back by vines like the flower you’re pretending to be. usually, you’d be dancing along with everyone else. but today, you don’t have the energy. Just wanna stay back and observe with a half empty, half full red cup in your hands.

It's fun watching people tumble over each other. Just to get back up and start busting an off beat move again. You snicker in your spot before bringing the cup to your lips.

Said cup blocks your vision for a second as you down the nectar it holds. When it comes down, your eyes widen as a familiar smile greets you.

“Having fun, are we?” his voice initiates the biggest eyeroll you can muster.

Clad in all black and leather stood the most sleazy man you have ever encountered at these parties. a man with pillow skills that could qualify him as a professional gigolo. He’s also the man you tend to wake up next to in the morning. “What do you want, christopher?”

One of his brows shoots up at the attitude. But it quickly falls as his lips stretch into a grin and his arms open defensively.

“cmon, baby. Don’t be like that.” He says, taking a step forward. His hands finds its usual place at your hips, thumbs playing with the loops of your low rise pants. “you know you love my company.”

You scoff, “as if.” Fully annoyed that he’s standing here with his national anthem playing in the background. He’s a fucking playboy, one that takes pride in it too.

you knew this when you started messing around with him. You told yourself that this was all just for shits, giggles, and some good head. But no— you’re so naive, believing every I love you he muttered from above. now you’re wrapped around his finger. Stupidly in love with this dumb, lying, conniving, asshole-

“go and play around with someone else. I’m not in the mood for this.” you say, pushing at his chest but he doesn’t budge.

“I don’t want to play with anyone else,” Chris told, taking your hand that’s wedged between you and placing a kiss against your palm, “I told you that when you tried to break things off last time. I want you only.”

Lies. His words makes your heart flutter, but you know it’s all lies. “But I don’t want you, Chris.” You pull your hand back.

“And yet you’re at one of my parties?” Chris tuts his head to the side cockily and you roll your eyes again.

“Jisung wanted me to come, so I came.”

“since when did you cum on command?”his lips curled, “Learned some new tricks while i away, huh?”

you slapped his shoulder, “fuck you.”

“that’s what I’m trying to get you to do, but you’re being so stubborn.” He said before leaning in close, nose brushing against yours.

“C’mon babygirl, I miss you.” You turn your head away from him not saying a word and Chris chuckled.

he places a kiss on your cheek, “y’know if you continue to reject me like this, it’ll only make me want you more.”

“Sounds like a personal problem then.” You respond, still not meeting his gaze which is starting to piss Chris off more than he thought it would.

“I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong,”

A small sigh leaves your lips before you face him again, “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then what’s the issue?” “I’m bored.”

“Bored?” Chris mimicked with a scoff, “screaming my name into your pillow is boring?”

“That’s not-“ he cuts you off by pulling you close, empty cup dropping out your hand and rolling out into the crowd.

“It’s not what?” he bites, eyes burning into yours. “Don’t act like you didn’t love every second. Like you don’t want this as much as I do.”

“Chris. I told you, im done with all this.” you said, turning your head again.

“and I told you,” Chris immediately grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “it’s not over until I say so.”

Before you can even respond his lips are on yours, tongue swiftly breaking past your teeth without any problem. you squeak at the sudden invasion, hands balled into fist as they beat at his chest in protest.

Chris eats up each weak punch, until your hands finally give up and clutch onto his jacket, pulling him closer because— fuck he’s such a good kisser.

making out against the wall, your biggest weakness. Pressed up together, one of his thighs between your legs while a free hand is on your neck— the other one kneading your waist.

your mind is absolutely screaming at you to push him away. You’re supposed to be standing on business. He can’t keep toying with you like this, fucking you like he loves you just to end up in the bed of another woman the next day.

“Don’t allow him to play you, y/n. Stand up girl!” Your friends would preach to you over and over.

But right now, their voices are silenced— muffled out by the damning desire and need that coats your body as Chris picks you up. Lips still locked on yours, he walked you away from the party, and deeper into the hallways of the frat.

You know exactly where you’re going, a swift left turn and a straight walk to his room. You’ve been taken here a lot, in this position too. Fingers laced in his curly locks as he opens up the door and walks you to his bed.

When he places you down, chris breaks the kiss. “Are you done being a brat yet? or do you need more convincing?” He asks, voice at the lowest octave you’ve ever heard from him.

“Just shut up ‘n fuck me already,” your demand is everything Chris expected. such dirty words leaving a pretty mouth like yours was enough to get his length straining against his pants.

“Your wish is my command, princess.” He says before ridding himself of his clothes. you of course do the same. Shirt comes off with ease but there’s a bit of a struggle with those tight jeans you decided to stuff yourself into.

Chris helps, “lift.” He says and your hips are off the mattress. He pulls them off with a few tugs, your underwear sliding down as bonus.

“Fuck, I missed you so much,” the older sucks in a breath, seemingly in awe as he spreads your legs. Your cunt glistened, visibly dripping by how turned on you are. “All this for me?”

“t-that’s just because it’s been a while,” you defended, hands going down to cover it shyly.

“Hasn’t it?” he chuckled before placing his palm on top of yours. Chris guides your fingers to your hole, instructing them inside. “you haven’t even played with it like this?”

You look away embarrassed as you pump yourself in front of him, “no, I couldn’t—“

“reach where I could?” Chris teased, smile wide with pride because he knows how helpless you are without him. those nights after you cut him off were absolute hell. you crying in the darkness of your room after failed attempts at fucking yourself— the way he did.

You needed him so bad.

Chris watches in amusement as your fingers speed up, loud squelching sounds below fill both of your ears. “Chris, p-please.” You beg, eyes pooling with frustrated tears.

“you’re doing perfectly on your own though,”

“not enough,” you cried . “I want you, please, please..”

Chris hummed, listening to your pleas. Before trialing soft kisses down your body until he comes face to your fingers that were still stuffed into your hole. He pulls them out, taking them into his mouth after. your taste coats the buds on his tongue, making him grunt.

With the sample not being enough, he opts for eating you out. he’s so skilled, tongue circling your clit with precision. Your body becomes one with the bed below you as you sink into nothing but undeniable misery and pleasure.

“Like that, yes, fuck” moans tumbled off your lips as your hands sought comfort at your breast, holding and kneading them for that extra stimulation.

Chris wishes you could see how slutty you looked from his angle below. Using his tongue to whore yourself out on his face— right after you were just going on about how bored you were of him? tch, yeah sure.

He pulls back causing you to whine, “shh, babe, you can’t cum so soon. we’re just getting started.”

you watch in a daze as he pulls off his boxers, exposing his hard and big member to your hungry eyes. your involuntarily clench, cunt so needy and ready to be filled up by every inch.

Chris is just as desperate, eagerly placing your legs over his shoulder as he lines up his throbbing dick at your pucker. “you missed me too, didn’t you?” He asked as he pushed in, your walls welcoming him with a tight hug.

“s’much…missed havin you here.” You say, hand pressing against the bulge in your tummy. Chris twitches harshly inside you and could feel it.

just from your words, he could’ve came right then and there.

“I’m gonna fuck you all night,” is the last thing he said before absolutely destroying you. His hips snapped wildly into yours, head board banging against the wall with every thrust. There’s sure to be some cracks in the paint, but that’s tomorrows problem.

Right now, all he’s focused on is the way your breast bounced on impact while you babble out pleas for more.

Chris lets one of your legs fall off his shoulder and leans down to your ear, “now tell me, we’re you really bored of me? Or is there something else you have to say?”

“n-no, wasn’t bored just got too— fuck—“

“Attached? Baby, can’t you see I’m the same way? no one will ever do it for me like you do. You’re mine, yea?” He said, thrust only getting stronger as you fall weak at every word.

he felt the same way you did? is that even possible? You don’t have time to doubt it because he’s ruthlessly pounding into you. “Chris’s, ‘m chris’s” is all you can say.

“that’s right, pretty. All mine.” He whispered delicately, movements becoming more erratic as his dick throbs inside of you, eager to fill you up. “wanna knock you up s’bad.”

Chris pushes himself deeper than before, making sure if he’s gonna come, it’s gonna stick and stay. “you’ll let me do it? Wont you, baby?”

“Please,” and that’s all he needed to hear.

Chris’s cum is thick and there’s a lot of it too. Maybe from going so long without having you underneath had finally caught up to him— he doesn’t know. but the way his body tenses, muscles flexing as he slowly empties his heavy load into you, shows you how much he wanted you.

He pulls you into one more final kiss, lips sloppily slotting with yours as he pins your hips to the mattress. body heavy on top of yours, dick softening inside you as the last traces of pleasure leave him.

“I love you, y/n” he mumbled against your lips, “I’ve always have.”

You believe him for the night because you know in the morning, you'll wake up alone and there will be sticky note that read : “quiet on the way out” left on the nightstand like always.

“that fucking, playboy..”

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undercoverpena · 11 months

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iii - just say that you need me

javier peña x f!reader | chapter three of late night texts

summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.

chapter warnings: fluff. flirting. continuous romcom vibes. an: the amount of people who look forward to tuesday's makes me grin. for those who are new, i don't have a tag list. wordcount: 2.6k.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

You should say yes more.

to you or to my pop

To your pop. I know you wouldn’t say no to me.

you sure about that

I’d bet my next paycheck on it.

for you I’ll say yes to him once

Good. Now we have that out the way answer what the worst date you’ve ever been on was

shit. going with the hard hitting questions today

Just getting you to share, open up

probably when I first came back from colombia someone from my town where I live

They a bad host, bad dinner guest? Gimme more Javi cmon. You said you’d entertain me.

baby, im trying to entertain you but you told me to stop

I said stop flirting while I’m eating and answer the question

she wouldn’t stop asking me for details on escobar

Ah. Yeah I can see how discussing that would be a mood killer.

yeah didn’t wanna go in the first place either

So if we ever meet, do not ask about your Colombian experience. Got it.

you can ask, doesn’t mean I’d tell you

Ha! Good to know. I wouldn’t though. If you wanna tell me, I think you will.

thanks, what’s yours?

Well I was stood up when we first began texting. Think that’s pretty bad, enough.

he’s an idiot because only an idiot would stand you up

You haven’t seen me, remember

statement still stands

Stop being so charming.

you still eating

No.

then I can flirt

Most of the time, he ignores the mail.

Lets it pile up on the entryway dresser until his pop makes another reference to it. Unlike his pop, he is never in a rush to open them, knowing no good comes from the contents inside.

The same people contact him. The bureau being one. Sipping his coffee as he glares at the usual federal sign on the envelope, wondering how many more times they’ll try asking him to come in for a chat.

This afternoon, though, the envelope isn’t brilliant white, but rather off-cream.

Peeling a bit, thumb digging in as he drags it across, the ripping sound filling the small space. It’s only as he opens it does he realise who it’s from.

His eyes stare at the letter, taking in the number—the one in triple digits with his phone provider logo in the top corner. The number which is making him feel sick, the more he stares at it over and over again.

“Fuck.”

Folding it, he swallows.

Shit.

Motherfucker.

He stuffs it away, tucks it under magazines and other leaflets, as though by keeping it out of sight, it’ll go away.

But it's there.

The edge of it sticking out. He even blinks, and the number is there, tattooed on the back of his eyes. Taunting him—the price of speaking to you.

It's not that Javi can't afford it. He’s had a chunk of money sitting, gaining dust, in his account since he came home. Only able to force portions on his pop as and when he felt he could get away with it.

But this was a lot. More than he’d bargained on, more than he even knew he could spend simply by replying to someone.

There's a chance your day won't be done just yet—his day beginning far earlier than yours even began—but he pulls his phone out, fingers pressing into the keys.

so apparently talking to you is costly Oh, you've had your bill. I feel I should ask whether I'm worth it?

It’s instant—the way you make the nauseous feeling vanish. How you force it to slide back to where it came from, and in its place, warmth spreads. All accompanied by a smile on his lips.

He doesn’t want to show his hand too much. Better at concealing, playing the long game when standing face to face.

This requires a skill he hasn't yet gained. Simply focusing on not sounding ridiculous, or over the top. Unnecessary. Like some of the desperate men, he's happened to arrest over the years.

Even if his chest flutters and his mind screams, of course. Wants to ask, isn't it obvious? But he chooses something easier, uncomplicated.

yes just didn’t expect it I had my phone bill the other day. I get it. did your heart fall out your ass No. But I will be eating ramen for the next month. We can stop texting so much though, if it’s costing too much. would rather my bill be double than stop talking to you You’re such a flirt.

He drains the rest of his mug, leaning back in the chair—hearing the sound of approaching boots from his Pop’s side of the house. Fingers typing, all hurried and determined

Don’t forget I’m out for drinks and a movie. I remember don’t worry

He remembers as soon as you remind him.

Realising it's the reason you're able to reply right now. You’d been telling him almost every night for the past week. All worried, as though hating the idea of breaking the nightly tradition the two of you have concocted.

In a way, Javi should have assumed the bill would be high with the number of texts the two of you have been sending. How frequent it’s been—how nice it’s been.

Nice things do usually come with a tag.

you decided on sweet or salty Verdict is still out. You sure about waiting to do the crossword? if we don’t do it tonight, we’ll do two the next day You sure? more than sure have a great time

“Y’sure you don’t fancy coming with me, Jav?”

He thinks of it, tapping his phone against his palm as he thinks of your text the other night. The one about him trying to say yes—something curling in his chest as he realises he’ll be alone, alone if he doesn’t.

A sentiment he didn’t mind on paper, but now confronted with, rather despised.

“Alright, yeah. Can—can I get changed?”

Mid-grabbing his own jacket, his Pop turns, surprise knitted into his wiry brows. “Y-yeah, sure, I’ll….”

“I’ll meet you at the truck?”

And he does. All without complaint. Plaid shirt on, a smile being forced as soon as the truck pulls off the drive. He doesn't even complain about the radio choice or the fact his Pop always takes the main roads when he could cut down the dusty roads.

When he arrives, he doesn’t mind how many hands he shakes, one after the next. He tries not to grit his teeth as each person says the usual things, they’re proud, he’s grown, when is he settling down? Each time he laughs it off. Spanish rolling from his tongue as he smiles and winks.

It’s performative.

The old version of him coming out from a hidden place.

Always there, ready, as his hand shakes another person's hand—one he’s already forgotten the name of. Someone he’s sure he’s met before, too.

It always happens. The small-town boy who took down drug cartels has become somewhat of a celebrity tale. A thing to gawk at when he visits the store. Chucho's boy who ran away to Colombia and now hides away on the ranch.

For the amount of time it's been, he'd foolishly expected it to die down—but it hasn't. Not enough, anyway.

After enough time, he excuses himself, sneaking down the corridor near the bathroom. Leaning against the wall, fingers trying to rub out a knot that hasn’t yet appeared in his skull. The one pulsing, threatening to build behind his eye.

He’s unsure what he wants to do, what he needs. Retrieving his phone, just clicking around, before finding himself on your texts—feeling better for it.

Reading them back, smirking at some, smiling wide at others. A shape forming in his head, little details he’d amassed to make up you. A person he was pretty sure meant more to him than evening company, but it seemed tricky to delve too far into it.

That is until his phone vibrated.

Just wanted to tell you I miss you. Even if that’s weird.

His fingers hover over the keys, a retort quick—there in his touch.

Slowly he presses it out, hearing the click even over the bar’s music as he double and triple taps each button he wants, until it forms what it is he thought:

not weird, you drunk I’m tipsy, not drunk. Still mean it. good cause i miss you too

you never said how the movie was

As someone who flies a lot, I shouldn’t have watched it.

that bad

Will probably have to hold the hand of my seat mate the next time work makes me fly.

I’m sure they won’t mind

Depends on the length of my nails I guess.

some people don’t mind nails clawing in certain situations

You trying to tell me you like nails down your back, Javi?

if the situation is right, yes

What about in your hair?

now who’s being a tease

I’m learning so much tonight.

and your putting images in my head

I’d love to know what I look like in it, since you haven’t seen me.

beautiful, you look beautiful

My face is burning.

your day been ok

Yeah, was fine. Work has been rough.

you want to talk about it

Not really, it’s stupid anyway. Plus, would rather do the crosswords and hang with you.

you do have two to make up to me

Best get giving me the clues then, Javi.

four letters, begins with f

Is this a Javi crossword or a real crossword

baby, cmon

Fuck?

fork

someone’s in a dirty mood

You’re such a dick. Give me a real clue.

There's not a point in time where he can track how his thoughts went from nothing to you. But, he thinks about you all the time.

Has been doing so constantly for the last two days, at least—the occasional vibrations from his phone making his lips twitch and his mind wander. Javi’s brain exploding with wonder at what your reply could say.

Sometimes, he tries not to check immediately. Test—see—how long he can go before he does. It’s not been going well.

An excitement dashing through his veins that fills his chest, warms his neck and makes a ridiculous grin appear (one he’s caught accidentally in the mirror).

The back and forth has been quicker—for as costly as it was—outside of routines and work. His fingers have even improved in the speed of tapping the same key to get one single letter.

Each text makes him feel like he learns a new nugget about you, gathering a new piece of the puzzle—an idea of you forming in front of his eyes. One he likes—craves more of—wishing for other tidbits similar to how you like coffee after breakfast, not before.

That you don’t care for birthday cake, but love cookies.

morning hermosa hope you managed to grab the coffee

He doesn’t expect to hear from you.

Remembering that your time management in the morning isn’t to be admired. You are someone who is either awake too early or too late—never in the middle.

But, when he finishes. Sweat clinging to every muscle, he’s surprised to find nothing.

Even a little disappointed.

finished up for the day, unsure whether to lounge around on the porch or push the boat out and lounge in the barn

You’ve become such a part of his day, his shoulders sink when he steps out of the shower to see nothing.

His heart slips down inside his chest, resting unsteadily on his ribs as he checks and checks. His fingers fluff his hair as he runs his fingers through it before finding a strand, twisting, and twisting.

I’m probably worrying about nothing but just let me know you’re ok

A part of him had worried this would happen.

That he would allow the attachment to grow—ropes and threads wrapping around him—and it would be taken from under his feet.

He has a history of becoming hooked—usually combining itself with his need to help, to make someone’s day better, easier.

And on paper, he knew it was odd. To care for someone he hadn’t ever even met. But he cares all the same.

Copious amounts, in fact.

Far past an, ‘I miss you’—something else entirely, not that he’d admit as much.

hermosa I’m really getting worried now

He doesn’t want to call.

Doesn’t want to invade your privacy, your space. But it’s knotting inside of him. The things he’s seen, rushing to the surface, pecking away, making him overthink.

His mind conjures ideas that you’re hurt, wounded. That you’re crying, alone. Each flash of his past has the curated blob-of-a-face he’s created for you, written over it.

His fingers twitch, hand moving to his pocket before remembering there are no cigarettes to be found there. He quit. Ages ago. Felt better for it—for the most part—until now.

Now when all he wants is to focus on the taste, the way smoke swirls with the warm Texas air—

Hey, I'm so sorry, I had a bad day. Just didn’t check my phone. shit hermosa, you scared me. almost called you. Really? yeah Would you? what call you Yeah?

[Dialing number…]

you declined I did

His heart sinks, crashes, and plummets.

Then a new vibration, one that travels down his fingers to his wrist, suddenly staring at an instruction: Give me your landline number, be cheaper. For both of us.

Glancing into the living room, he taps the number in for you. Hating each precious second he wastes by having to delete a letter that should be a number.

Pushing the chair back, hearing it screech as he hovers. Nervousness thumps through him, making him shake, vibrate.

Staring, willing the phone to ring.

Even as he tries to collect himself, his mind has already begun running away from him. Hearing his pulse thump in his ear, thump, thump—

And then it’s ringing—you’re ringing.

His voice shouts out he’ll get it as he picks up the phone from the hook.

“Javi… that you?”

Grinning, he laughs, light and airy. “Hi. Yeah, it’s me.”

Silence blankets his ears and the air, thumb circling a knot in his forehead.

Smiling, he changes the phone to his other ear. “Knew you’d sound pretty. You have a nice voice.”

“Shut up, Javi. I’ve said three words.”

“And a few more.”

He hears you suck in a breath as heat rushes to his ears, feeling the edges of his lips curl into a smile.

“You wanna talk about it or talk about something else?”

He hears you take a breath another breath. Different this time, all accompanied by a shuffling sound from your end.

“Something else. If that… that’s okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Alright, lemme… lemme think for a second—“

You clear your throat, “You have a nice voice, too, by the way.”

Pausing, he bites the inside of his cheek. “Like you imagined?”

“Better, honestly.”

“I could have called you. I have this additional thing on our plan—so my Pop could call. When I was away.”

“From when you were in Colombia?”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he nodded. “Yeah…”

“Well, if this conversation goes well, you may get a new number to add to your phone book.”

“That so? Who’s flirting now.”

You laugh, sweet—fluttering its gorgeous wings down the phone to his ear as he readjusts the phone.

Dropping his voice, he turns more to the walls. “So, what you wearing, baby?”

“Oh my god, Javi.”

He doesn’t even mute his laughter, just lets it flow from him—rushing through the house. Not even caring if his Pop can hear him in the next room.

"I'm wearing nothing."

"Hermosa, you tease."

You laugh, and it's different. It's rich, and makes the room glow around him, without you even being here.

"I'm not really, I'm in a baggy t-shirt."

"Not as sexy, but I'm sure I can work with it."

You snort, "Javi, stop."

He wonders if your cheeks are warm. He hopes they are.

Leaning against the wall, he smirks, if only to himself. "I like how you say my name, Hermosa."

an: thank you so much for all being wonderful, i heart you

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hearts-4-vicky · 3 months

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Thinking of reader absolutely bitching camgirl!gp!Chaewon. 69ing with her at first but you tasted so good she asked you to completely sit on her face, making her eyes roll back and cumming untouched when you completely sat on her face. Her viewers loved seeing her so submissive because she’s always been the dominant one in her videos.

uh oh!! ill need clean up on isle MY SCREEN😝 (im so sorry)

warnings: g!p chaewon, switch/subby chaewon, camgirl chaewon, switch reader, 69, face sitting, half of a blowjob (does that make sense), chaewon sound like a fuck boy for a bit…, slight dirty talk, mommy kink😔, the viewers r weird um i was literally passed out writing their lines, lipstick marks, i think thats it?

not proofread🎀

all her streams were straight to the point! the highest donator picks out what chaewon and her guest would do

fearlesshuhjin sent $100!

fearlesshuhjin: 69 please!

She looks at you for a second, seeing as her eyes darken for briefly, before turning her attention back to the laptop that was filming you both.

“You got it huhjin!” She laid down, ripping her boxers off as she waited for you to get on top of her. “Hurry up pretty girl.. can’t keep the fans waiting” You gulp as you start to mount chaewon, lowering your face to her hard dick. She grips your ass before giving your right cheek a harsh slap which earns a whimper from you. Chaewon chuckles before bringing your cunt closer to her face, blowing air on your entrance “s-stop fucking teasing!” you say before slapping her inner thigh, “okay okay! fuck…” She licks at your entrance and the viewers saw as her eyes lit up the moment her tongue tastes your sweet pussy, shoving her whole face into your wet cunt to savor the flavor😛 moaning at chaewons eagerness, you start stroking her length while peppering her pink tip with wet kisses, slowly making your way down the sides of her pretty cock, leaving pink lipstick marks to claim it as yours.

“f-fuck mamas, taste sooo good!! need more..please baby” her voice was muffled as comments started to spam as they wondered if this was the real Chaewon or not😭

bitchesonmyd: yooo how tf is chaewon acting like a submissive lil bitch? thought she was a big bad bitch 😒

pussydestroyer69420: bro how can she be big at 163 cm? make it make sense💀🙏

stayhorny: damnn can yall shut the fuck up we came to jerk off not argue tf😤😤😤

user9503620563: could not edge to this, squirted immediately!

user6969: this was NOT her number, still good tho!

her whimpers sent vibrations throughout your core, edging you closer to your sweet release😵‍💫 taking notice of this, she tried to heal her pride as she starts to tease you “you already close slut? crazyyy we just star-“ “get back to it chaewon.” quickly shutting up, she laps at your pulsing pussy (haha pp) grabbing your hips to force you to grind on her skilled mouth. You sit up, deciding to leave her hard cock to focus on your orgasm more

“oh FUCK!- ugh cmon baby eat mommy some more! shit your tongue… soo good!” grinding harder on her face, suffocating her as your thighs quivered on both sides of Chaewons head😵‍💫 Chaewon doubled her efforts, shoving her tongue deeper into your fat pussy, wanting to hear your praises more. she gripped your thighs as she started thrusting into the air, you took notice as her cock started to twitch. you put a finger on her tip to stop her from blowing her load all over you, “You fucking stupid or something? think you can cum without mommy’s permission? stop thinking with your weak ass dick and make me squirt bitch.” Wanting to please you, she drilled her tongue even deeper into your core, bringing a hand to rub your neglected clit. Your back arched as your moans turned into loud squeals and screams of her name. Your juices were slowly dripping down her lips, before she licked them to savor your sweet taste. “Ah! s-shit! Im close baby! So so cloSE!” She got excited at the chance of tasting more of you! starting go speed up her movements and exploring more of your sweet, fat pussy😵‍💫 “O-oh shIT!” you came violently in her mouth, your back arched as you tilt your head to loudly moan into the night.

She drank every drop of your sweet nectar, sucking on your entrance as if she was dying of thirst. “M-mmgh! fuck yeah baby… take it all .. ugh!” rubbing your pussy back and forth on her eager mouth, filling it with your juices. Your pussy tasted wayy to good for her not to cum right away! Her sperm got everywhere! The sheets, your face and tits, even her stomach wasn’t safe from her warm load😵‍💫 Humping the air as if she was deep in your pussy. As you both rode your high, you grabbed the laptop to check on the comments

cockneedingsucking: What the fuck? chaewon’s supposed to be the dominant one! she has the cock!

finally catching your breath to clap back at this rando

“Bitch! shut the fuck up! You’re probably a sad and pathetic excuse of a person. stay mad no one wants to suck your nasty little one inch wonder”

you ended the stream after the viewers started shitting on the guy, leaving you with a pussy drunk chaewon. Her face stained with your orgasms from earlier and her stomach sticky with her warm load. You slowly lick up all the cum from her abs, gathering it all in your mouth as Chaewon squirms under you. Showing her all of her cum in your mouth, before tilting your head back and swallowing it all in one gulp then showing your empty mouth after a few seconds.

“damn… that was hot as fuck baby.. can I be your girl?”

Chaewon’s words were slurred, seeming as if she was actually drunk from something that wasn’t your pussy. Cleaning her face with the nearest shirt, you cuddle up next to Chaewon. grabbing the nearest pillow to lay your head on it, guiding chaewon to lay her head on your chest. Her soft, half lidded eyes looked up at you, awaiting an answer

“I’ll think about it darling.. rest now okay?”

“okay… stay with me though? please?”

“Of course”

You stroke her hair as her eyelids started to droop, before closing to let Chaewon drift off to dreamland. Kissing her head, you hug her closer to your chest.

I guess this is alright, was the last think you thought of before as you too start to fall asleep..

hi my loves❤️ im so sorry this took so long😭 i was a bit busy trying to save my relationship… AND IM REALLY SORRY ABT ALL THE UPDATES ABT MY BF N SHIT OMG ill get more reqs done soon!

THANK YOU FOR OVER 200 FOLLOWERS HOLY AHIT THERES SO MANY OF YOU

Stay safe and love ya lots!

-Vicky💋

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creepsopasta · 1 year

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playing games with some pastas

includes; eyeless jack, jeff the killer, hoodie, masky, ticci toby, homicidal liu, kagekao

eyeless jack:

- bit of a sore loser. not good with games that make him rage or online games

- voice chat with him is crazy!! he is literally foaming at the mouth yelling and cursing he is so bad at games :(

- “jack it’s gonna be okay” “FUCK you”

- he is not very kind about his losses

- most likely ends up throwing the control at the tv and breaking it (bad ending)

- whenever he ends up winning he’s ecstatic he does not stop talking about it and will brag about it to you exclusively. just go with it okay he needs it for his already shattered ego

- 0/10 experience would not do again.. okay maybe he would if you talked him into it and told him how much of a great player he is

- “i AM awesome aren’t i???” “yes you are <3”

- the more you play together the more he’ll learn to calm the fuck down and just enjoy himself

- still rages a lot tho

jeff the killer:

- plays board games like candyland and twister

- he’s a fucking shark he’s got all this shit down he knows how to win

- anyone who gets paired up with him for game night is 85% guaranteed to win (unfortunately there is someone out there who’s better than him)

- gets PISSED over not winning twister fucking furious he is literally the most flexible guy in this house he can do so much with his body

- monopoly is his favorite game. he esp loves to play with the younger pastas bc they believe anything he says and he thinks it’s hilarious

- “NOOOO PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY HOUSE” “your rent is $500,000, sally… it’s my house now”

- not a very avid video game player. he never really played a lot tbh

- good at everything EXCEPT connect four. do not make him play connect four he hates it he has terrible memories of it

- mastermind strategy planner. it’s a shame he doesn’t think this much at any other time

- boasts about it big time if you lose (you will probably lose) but might even try to let you win on purpose if he feels bad or sees you’re upset

hoodie:

- more of an arcade game guy. if you’re looking for like pinball games or pacman or space invaders or maze games or those weird money machines (that he kind of just. steals from) then he’s like great at all of them

- has spent hours honing his skills in his free time so you’ll be grinding for a while if you wanna beat him

- all the highest scores on the arcade machines are his. no one has topped them bc they’re fucking insane

- “wow you really have nothing better to do huh” [takes out gun] “that’s enough out of you jack can’t even fuckin move the joysticks around”

- tries to act like he isn’t competitive about it but he really super is

- thinks it’s just adorable that you think you can defeat him. no he will not be humbled by his lover of all people… that would make him a weak man

- goddamn merciless. no favors for anyone he revels in the rage he causes (see jack for more)

- if you’re a beginner he’ll take it easy on you until you learn the ropes and will offer tips but as time goes on he’s gonna be looking for a fight

- if he’s ever beaten, he will take it in grace and go straight from denial to acceptance

- does not rage that often. just hardcore practices until he’s like fucking unstoppable

masky:

- card player :(

- hates go fish tho he has such bad luck with it and everyone makes fun of him bc it’s like the universe does not want him to win

- good at boring ass stuff like solitaire or blackjack and if you ask him if he can play anything funner he’ll be like “oh so like rummy or spoons :]”

- no masky not like rummy or spoons… like uno or fucking play with some goddamn pokémon cards

- he’s so enthusiastic about it though so cmon just indulge him alright.. he literally has nobody else around him who’s into cards

- “okay so i win” “what… but we just started”

- he plays chess too!!! maybe you’ll find that more interesting?? he’s not very in touch with board games or anything this is the best he’s got

- deadass makes up his own rules if you don’t know anything about the game you’re playing

- “yeah so now you have to eat a rat. sorry babe”

- is never going to make fun of you if you suck at cards it’s not like he can beat jack in video games

ticci toby:

- dnd enjoyer he loves being the dm especially

- he, you, jeff, hoodie, lj, and occasionally masky have game nights and all you guys do is sit around the kitchen table trying not to curse each other out for doing stupid shit

- “c’mon guys this is supposed to be fun :(”

- doesn’t know that most of you have no idea how to play so he makes it super difficult

- has had to REPEATEDLY glue the die back together because jeff cannot stop snapping it in half

- “why does your dumbass partner always win this is fucking favoritism” “and then jeffery fell off a building and into the ocean 🥰”

- teaches you all you need to know about the game he will sit there for hours if he needs to just talking about the complexity of the rules

- he seems to have a lot of fun with it so everyone tries their best to not break the pieces or punch masky or yell at each other or punch masky

- better with snacks and drinks and lots of breaks so everyone can calm down and at least try to find some joy in the game

- 6/10 experience. would only try again without jeff at the table

homicidal liu:

- among us player… pisses everybody off bc he’s unfortunately very good at it and always imposter

- absolutely kills it (pun intended)

- no mercy he kills everyone including his loved ones this is a battle to the death and he is going to win goddamnit

- being imposter with him is some of the easiest shit bc he will carry the team entirely

- nothing to brag about tho since it’s a little space game and it’s really easy

- always knows who the imposter is if it’s not him he’s got some kind of foresight he will go out of his way to sabotage their chances at winning

- “would you love me more… if i killed someone for you 😇😇” “but you killed ME liu” “whoops”

- will stay with you for most of the game so he has an excuse for being innocent. once you are of no use to him he will stab you in the back

- relatively tame over voice chat. unless his brother happens to be there then it’s just jeff getting pissed off bc he can’t activate the reactor

- wakes you up at 2 am, phone in hand, smile on his face, asking “do you wanna play among us?”

- “liu, shut the fuck up and go back to sleep.” “ok.. :((”

kagekao:

- great at those games you play in your yard like frisbee or tag or hide n seek or maybe darts

- since the bitch can fly and run really fast it’s very unfair he pretty much cheats at everything and he thinks it’s funny

- frisbee with him is a literal field day. throws it so far you can’t find it ever again you’ll just have to buy a whole ass new one

- “what the FUCK kagekao” “🤷”

- laughs and makes fun of you for just not being as skilled as him maybe if you could fly you could beat him just get off the ground dumbass

- also likes to race but we all know how that’s gonna go (hint: he wins)

- unless he’s up against candy pop or something no one else really has a chance at beating him

- might help you a little bit if you’re struggling. like that one time he carried you up into the air and then dropped you because he thought it would be funny but then he couldn’t catch you in time so you ended up falling on lj and breaking one of your arms

- wrote you a little heartfelt letter about it later with a very fancy “sorry ❤️” in calligraphy and a few drawings of flowers (it did not help. your arm was still broken)

- really bad sport does NOT like to lose he will completely shut down

- little fuckin bastard

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scrollonso · 2 months

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First Kiss (Race 5)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.9k words, angst, description of a car crash, drunk lance, fluffy ending) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {I picked David Coulthard to be the cause of the crash because he DNF in Europe 2006 and bc he's no stranger to being yelled at for crashes, LMAO}

last part - masterlist - next part

Lance walked back into the paddock, engaged in a conversation with Nico. He had yet to get his actual drivers liscense out of pure laziness so the German was left to drive them almost everywhere together.

"Thanks again" Lance laughed, feeling slightly bad for making Nico be his personal chauffeur.

"Don't thank me, I only do it so people believe our PR friendships real" He joked, nudging the taller man with his elbow

"Ow" Lance frowned, clutching his heart "Words hurt, Rosberg" He looked down, trying to hide the smile on his face

"Cmon, daddy didn't tell you he's paying me for this?"

"No way, are we both being paid?" Lance looked up, the fake shocked expression on his face earning a laugh from his teammate

Qualifying was okay, Nico secured 9th and Lance got 12th (after a minor chassis problem that caused him to have to pit for half of quali)

Lance should've been upset but he didn't mind, he'd been in front of Nico most of the season so far so he was looking forward to letting his teammate shine.

Of course he wanted to win like everyone else in F1 but the last thing he was going to do was let it ruin personal relationships he was building, work was completely different than home, his friends were different than the coworkers he knew.

He greeted Nico warmly, congratulating him as Quali ended, wishing him good luck on the race the next day.

Fernando came over not long after, having secured pole position.

"Lancito, good job today" He hummed, patting the Canadian on the back

"I'm convinced I could get p30 and you'd still congratulate me" Lance laughed, wrapping his arm around the Spaniard

"It takes a lot of skill to do so bad they have to make a new space for you" Fernando shook his head, his lips slightly curved up as he spoke

"I'm just saving all my energy for the race when I overtake you"

"Oh, really? I'll keep an eye out for you then, mi sol" He said, eyes only leaving Lance when he heard his name being called, his engineer needing him "Good luck tomorrow, Lancito. Let's get you points again, eh?"

Lance nodded, watching as the older man left, feeling his heart flutter in his chest as he thought about how he was looking up at him. It felt nice having someone to admire in the sport as much as Lance admired Fernando, he was a great driver.

Time passed faster than Lance thought it would, before Lance knew it he was lined up on the grid, eyes scanning the cars around him, David Coulthard in p11 next to him.

As the lights went out and the race begun he sent it, overtaking into p10 almost straight away, Coulthard close behind him.

It stayed this way for a few laps, the Brit almost on his rear wing as they raced, he was just trying to keep him there.

It seemed as if everything was going according to plan until the pair reached turn 14 once more, Coulthard was sure he'd be able to overtake, speeding up and reaching Lances side just to be met with their wheels touching, Lance could feel it in his body as the drivers car made contact with his, his left back tire practically flying off his car as he spun out of controll, David losing his front wing as Lance spun of the track, causing him to pull off as well, tire losing air as both cars came to a stop.

They were on opposite sides of the track, the asphalt between them stopping any conversations from happening.

Once he reached the Racing Point garage he was quick to storm down the pit lane, tearing off his helmet and balaclava as he found his way to the Red Bull garage, Brad trying to stop the fuming Canadian

"Lance, Lance stop it. Come back to the garage we need to-"

"Fuck off, Okay? This is a fucking sport and a part of that is talking it out after shit like this happens. Believe me, I have some things to say to Coulthard." He practically spat, not meaning to take his anger out on his engineer but he was the closest one there

They reached the garage, a crowd forming as the two began speaking

"Do you feel better now? Fighting with me over tenth place knowing damn well neither of us were in the position to earn points anyways?"

"I know you're a rookie so you might not get it yet but part of RACING is OVERTAKING, I was doing what I'm here to do."

"You're here to destroy my car and run me off the fucking track? Really? I find that hard to fucking believe, Coulthard."

"Oh come on, Lance. We all know your daddy doesn't have a problem with fixing your mistakes. That's how you got the seat, right? Daddy knew you fuck up too much to get a seat so he bought two for you and Keke Rosbergs son."

"You have a lot of fucking nerve, Coulthard. You know that?" Lance got closer, he already wasn't finishing the race so how much harm would a little physical contact outside of the car cause?

By now both of the teams where trying to stop the drivers, yelling and trying to get between the two men, blinded by anger towards one another

The race was slowly finishing, Fernando ending up in p2 as the fight was still going on, Lance screaming into the 35 year olds face as he scoffed, refusing to apologize, Lance didn't think of himself as a violent person but he wasn't going to stand around and let some ugly arrogant prick disrespect him and refuse to admit the crash was his fault.

"YOU RUINED THE RACE FOR THE BOTH OF US." All he wanted was for that to get through the Englishmans thick fucking skull "God, you're a fucking fils de pute." He spoke under his breath, astonished at the audacity of the racer "You know, for someone who's been racing for twelve years and hasn't even come close to a world championship you sure are a stuck up cunt."

And with that Lance was finally pulled away from the garage, David Coulthard having nothing to say in response.

Lance felt like he was getting scolded for hours, even if it was only 15 minutes, the team trying to explain how he shouldn't have done that even if it was Coulthards fault

"Lancito?" He heard a familiar voice, being snapped away from his thoughts as he shot up, leaving members of the team in the middle of their sentences to go to Fernando

"Thank fucking god you're here. Are you thirsty? I'd kill for a drink right now"

"Lancito, Are you sure drinking is the best thing for you to do now?" He questioned as if he wasn't still following behind him

"What, do you think I'm being dramatic too?" He scoffed, stopping in his tracks to turn back to Fernando, he looked mad to anyone else but Fernando knew he was just hurt, Lance hated crashes, hated not finishing, hated disappointing people, and even though the last thing Fernando was was disappointed in the boy he knew Lance would still think he was.

"Let's get you that drink, mi sol. Getting your mind off it will help, eh?"

Lance expected to be taken to some cheap place around the city but instead Fernando drove them back to his hotel, deciding it'd be better to let Lance cause a scene in his hotel room rather than in some German bar.

The two drank together, Lances lack of experience and tollerance when it came to alcohol being painfully obvious.

"He's such a prick" Lance slurred, his voice more whiney than usual

"I know, Lancito, He really is." Fernando hummed, leaning back in his chair as his eyes stayed on the Canadian

"You're like my guardian angel, Nando, y'know?" Lance looked at him, lips slightly curved before he began speaking again "Never stop congratualting me, please, it-" hiccup "It means a lot"

Fernando just nodded, setting down his glass

"I-" He stopped abruptly, drinking more "I love doing good, when I do good I know you'll be proud of me" He ran his fingers through his hair, annoyed at the long strands covering his vision "I'm sorry- I'm sorry I'm not the best, Nando" He confessed, looking over at the Spaniard "I don't deserve my seat, but- but it's okay because I get to see you, I love seeing you win, it makes what people say about me worth it when I'm the first one you come to after the podium"

Fernando just listened, not saying much as it became more and more evident Lance would forget it all by the next morning anyway

"I-" hiccup " I love seeing you walk to me, passing all the girls, they're so pretty, it makes no sense why you walk past them for me, but i love it, seeing you ignore them and look at me like I'm prettier than all of them" hiccup

He smiled, not being able to help it as he heard the younger ramble on, glad he was no longer stuck on being upset about the crash

"Don't stop, Nando"

"Hm?" Fernando hummed, watching Lance set down his glass. He took that as a chance to stand up and snatch it away, figuring the younger man had drank enough. Fernando and Lance were now closer, Fernando looking down at Lance as he awaited a response

"Looking at me like this, taking care of me how you do, please don't leave me, Nando" He begged, reaching out for the Spaniards arm "Promise me you'll never stop congratulating me after races, please Nando, I need you."

He was taken aback by the sudden change in tone Lance had brought to the conversation. Fernando swallowed dryly, staring back at the Canadian, he looked gorgeous, the waves of his hair messily laying across his face, the lighting hitting him just right to show off the gorgeous colour of his eyes

"Let's get you to bed, Lance." He whispered, helping him stand up as he walked with him to his bed, pulling back the covers with one hand while he held Lance with the other, surprised at how light the Canadian really was

He sat Lance down, kneeling to take off his shoes before instructing him to lay down and pulling the covers back up.

"Goodnight, Lancito" He whispered, brushing the hair from his face as the Canadian hummed a response, not fighting sleep as it took over him surprisingly fast

Fernando on the other hand was fighting, not sleep, but the feelings Lance brought to light with his drunken words. He hadn't thought much of it before, sure he felt different with Lance than he did with his other friends but he was so much younger that he figured he was just taking a more mature role in the friendship. Now he wasn't so sure.

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the-jarvy-party · 1 year

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ANTISOCIAL | König

könig x fem!reader

lowercase intended | warnings: cursing, guns, normal cod stuff

wc : 2515 (masterlist)

you and könig didn’t start off on the best terms, but after one mission your strict ‘no close relationships’ rule was broken.

translations at the end!! i’ve been wanting to write for könig for awhile - but my writers block hit hard. also i had to start writing this on my computer so please don't mind spelling and grammar errors.

könig and i really didn’t talk much, we put our energy into work rather than relationships. i also felt like könig didn’t like me too much because i took ‘his’ spot on the sniper squad.

regardless, we needed to work together. no matter what unit or squad we were on, we were all a communal team.

“cmon, we gotta work together for this.” i catch up to könig and he looks down at me, i couldn’t see his face but i could tell he was annoyed. “we aren’t gonna get any further than this if you keep being an asshole.” i snarl as he walks away.

i soon realized he wasn’t being bitchy, he just didn’t know how to properly express his emotions. so, now, we’re here. stuck in an abandoned house where könig was the only uninjured person in here.

he grabbed my sniper, taking a few of the men out. the muffled screams of our squad was heard throughout the room.

“k-“ i groan and hold my shoulder, “könig, i need you to,” my breathing starts to pick up, because as i was talking the blood soaked through my gear and flowed through the spaces in between my fingers. “i need you to take my radio and call for backup.”

he only nods, sliding down for cover under the window. “wir brauchen verstärkung.” he clicks the radio off and slides it back to me.

“thank you.” i whisper, i felt weak. i hate how i let myself get vulnerable in-front of the man who i was supposed to be better than.

but in combat, being more skilled really didn’t matter because we were a team.

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“really disappointing mission, team.” our captain paces the front of the room. he looks over at me before turning the board on.

“cap,” i raise my opposite hand up and he turns around. “if we’re gonna call up a replacement for me i choose könig.” i look at the man next to me.

“you’re choosing… a giant to be a sniper?” he rolls his eyes and scoffs. “yeah in your dreams, princess.”

“woah! don’t call her th-“ horangi raises his voice.

“you be quiet. you all are dismissed, ones who are able to go to the range.” the captain mutters something under his breath before we all leave.

“you’re just gonna let you talk to him like that?” horangi catches up to me and i roll my eyes.

“kinda have to,” i bite my bottom lip and look outside, wishing i could go to the range. “he’s a dick so something is coming to him.”

“that sounds like a threat…”

“hm?” i look at him and shrug, before walking ahead to my room.

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i hear a soft knock at my door, it was könig. “hey.” i smile and let him in.

“i’m sorry.” he whispers and sits down on my bed, his hand lingers on the soft blanket at the foot of my bed.

“for?” i sit next to him and wince when i sat down too hard.

“letting you get hurt.”

"that wasn't your fault, i should be more careful." i shrug and look up at him. "it was pretty cool how you just took out those men." i smile and i could feel pride radiate off of him. "you'd make an amazing sniper, that's why i nominated you."

"i could never be a sniper." he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "that's why they picked you."

"can't shoot with a shoulder that had a bullet through it less than 24 hours ago." i look away, towards the tv that was hastily set up on the dresser when we were stationed here.

"mhm, i forgot about that," he mumbles, his accent making such a simple sentence so much hotter than it was supposed to be.

"you have two useful, working shoulders, though." i try to lighten up the mood. "very useful." my hand goes up to his shoulder and he flinches away before i could realize what i was doing. "sh- shit sorry."

i could tell he was flustered by the way he switched his sitting position, "i should probably go... bis später." he whispers, waving to me and gently shutting my door.

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as my shoulder started to heal, könig and i’s friendship blossomed. which i was happy about, not only because he could help me but because it was my first (very) close friendship on the base and in general.

i was at the store trying to shop for the base, roze comes up to the cart and dumps stuff into it. "ridiculous how he only picked us to do the shopping."

"i know," i roll my eyes. the pt said to start using my injured side of my body, since i kind of stopped using that arm. "it's better than könig being here, he'd fuck up the whole invisible thing." i struggle to lift up a bag of apples to put in the cart.

"you're right." roze helps me lift the bag, "remember when he went into that target back in california…" we both shiver and i shake my head, not wanting to remember it.

as the weather heated up, we also were starting to have more training sessions - that i couldn't attend. i could barely get my gun positioned the way it used to be.

"atta girl." könig helps me put the sniper into my shoulder, just him saying that made me wildly miss the target.

"fuck!" i groan in pain, the gun recoiled and hit right where i got shot not even a full 3 months ago. "ah-!"

"you're pushing yourself too hard, when i got shot in the leg it took me a year to fully recover and rehabilitate." salvatrice comes over to where könig and i were.

"i need to get back out there, i'm driving myself mad sitting in my room." i try and give her a smile before she walks off. könig was silent as i kept trying to hit the target, my shaky hands making my aim erratic. his slight readjustments would be pushed back by me, because that's not how i remember doing it.

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it was july when i realized a change in my agility, i was finally getting back in my groove (according to könig).

"mile time… 5:45. great job, diamond." captain checks his stop watch. nodding, i go to get a drink of water.

"target practice is next," könig fills up his bottle in the fountain next to me, he was seriously hunched over. "ready?"

"you fucking know i am." i smile and wipe off the corners of my mouth. "it's at 7 right?"

the rain was beating down on the buildings we used for sniper training, the sunset peaking out of the clouds in al mazra. i check to see if my ear piece is working and go to turn the safety off of my gun.

"you will not fire until i say so, i'm not having the problem we had the last time or we'll go back to strictly targets. immersive sniper practice is a privilege, not a right." we all groan in response, i hadn't been in these since i started working for kortac so i just didn't answer the adrenaline waiting to fully run its course through my body.

fender started making up a mission from inside the center building in the makeshift city, it looked strangely like the embassy. "-and you're selected with the task to take out the star of the specgru, ghost." he fades out and i get my gun ready.

konig comes up on my ear piece, "eyes on the target." i get my gun ready, looking through the scope to see a man in a ghost mask in the alleyway of the city - near where the heart of this 'city' was.

"locked in." i spit out the rain water out of my mouth and continue to look through my scope. i hear footsteps behind me, thinking it's the captain trying to help me improve my form.

"watch out, we're infultra-" my earpiece cuts in and out as i hear roze yelp in my ear. i look back to see another man in a red mask pointing a gun right at me.

"i would advise you to stop whatever you were doing, lass." he cocks his head to the side and i could hear him laugh.

i wasn't comprehending that we were in actual combat. "very funny," i get up and point my sniper rifle at him. "is this like… extra training?" regardless, i wasn't letting myself get hurt again. i shoot him in the arm before hearing someone yell very clear german.

"bloody hell!" he collapses, clutching onto his arm. "i wasn't gonna," his breathing labors and he puts his head back on the brick. "i wasn't gonna shoot." my eyes go soft for a second, pulling out first aid and setting it on the floor where he could reach it.

skipping a few buildings, i run into könig . "what the fuck is this?" i look up at him and he strugs, blood staining the mask he wore over his face.

"i didn't kill anyone, i didn't kill anyon-" he starts to panic a little and i make him run and we were both starting to get tired.

"fender and cap set us up, könig ." we climb inside of a building on the outskirts of the embassy. "those bastards." i whisper, trying to catch my breath. the rain covered our tracks, so i hope they weren't trying to find us.

"they have roze, too." könig whispers as we hear footsteps on the top floor. he puts an arm around my shoulders, putting me into his chest so i wouldn't make a noise. shit, i forgot to put the safety on my gun. it was in the corner of the room we were hiding in, but konig had a pistol that was digging into my side that i could use.

one wrong move and that gun could alert specgru where we were. the footsteps were outside of the room, my hand inching towards the pistol that was on königs utility belt.

"there has to be people in here." the mans accent sounded like he was from birmingham, definitely not the scot i shot before running. "i saw them run, the giant isn't so stealth."

"just check each room on this floor, if they're in here, knock em'." it was ghost on the other side of the door. i quickly take konigs gun out of its holster and he jumps a little.

"yes, l.t." i hear a gun reload and a distant scream.

"i'm going to assist soap. keep watch, gaz." the window slides open and then it was dead silent, which was never good on a battle field. i make konig let me go and i stand behind the door.

i mouth the words 'stay' to him, because lets be honest. a 6'6 man isn't gonna be the quietest person on the planet, especially now where it matters the most.

"i know someone is in there," the man named gaz wiggles the door knob and i get my pointer finger on the trigger. könig moves behind a couch and gaz shoots down the door hinges. "ah, there you are." he reloads his gun and i shoot him in the torso.

gaz lets out a terrified scream, dropping to the floor seeing könig emerge from behind the couch. no matter how many times i did this i would always get a rush.

"i'll let you get out of this alive," i get down to his height, moving the flattened, damp hair off of my forehead. positioning the gun on his chin, feeling the heat of the gun from the time i shot him in the torso. "you just gotta promise that you never saw my face. promise me, big boy?"

"i p-promise. just," he opens his mouth from the white pain, whimpering. "let me live, ah god." i hand the pistol back to könig and he secures it in his holster.

"your wish is my command." i get up stepping over gaz so we could retreat back to the base. i rip both of our chips off the uniforms.

"das war heiß" könig chuckles under the mask and i shake my head.

"i don't know what you just said, but i'm flattered." i smash the chips with my boot and hear shots popping off in the distance. "we're leaving. getting our shit and leaving."

we could pack everything we had into one communal (big) duffle bag, and könig knew how to fly a helicopter so we took one. "you sure they won't care…"

"they're too busy kissing ass to notice. we'll land a few miles from my grans house." she lived in a rural, farming town so we were set. "i can't believe i'm finally leaving, it was overdue." this is why i didn't form close friendships.

"yeah, i'm glad i got to leave with you." könig had only his baclava on, retiring the ghost looking mask in the bag.

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"gran?" i call out and she gets startled.

"my goodness! i'm so glad to have you back." she hugs me and i smile.

"i'm glad to see you too," i can tell her eyes were looking up at könig, she wasn't exactly the tallest person i knew. "oh, this is könig. i told you about him?"

he waves and she smiles at him, "well, welcome! um, room is upstairs." she thinks we were sent back home due to injury (aka, because we had enemy blood on our uniforms).

"i hope you like it here, we'll eventually move to the states. a friend of mine has a condo we can rent out." i set my phone on the night stand and he takes his boots off.

"i will never complain," he shakes his head and sets one of my grans cookies on his lap. "this is heaven."

"i would slap you if you said anything different." i look up at him as he brings the covering up to his nose bridge. "you have a nice face." i enjoyed to see him choke on the cookie from surprise.

"wh- huh?" his face goes red.

"you heard me." i grab my blanket from the duffle bag and cover both of us. "i'm not wrong, either."

his eyes dart around the room for a second before he rips off the rest of the mask. "still?"

"still." i study his facial features like i needed to memorize them for a test. if my feelings were murky and unclear from february, they were crystal clear now. a smile creeps up on my face. his voice and face matched up perfectly in my eyes.

"oh no, d- did i scare you off or-?" he starts to find something to hide his face and i grab his hands.

"no, no you didn't scare me off." i realized why he was an antisocial type person, he never got close enough to anyone to show his face and if he did they'd get scared off. "i think you're perfect."

his shoulders relax and he lets out a sigh of relief. "wait, you think i'm per-" his voice cracks, i grab his face and kiss him to shut him up.

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translations

wir brauchen verstärkung : we need backup

bis später : see you later

das war heiß : that was hot

(könig also means 'king' in german)

#macs multi fandom tag #cod mw22 #cod mwii #mwii #cod modern warfare #call of duty #cod #könig x you #könig x y/n #könig mw2 #könig #könig x reader #könig fanfiction #könig imagine

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outcasting101 · 1 year

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Genshin Impact x Jujutsu Kaisen Reader "Way Back Home"

The sound od chriping filles the void, as all you see is darkness

Thump

Where are you, what happened to you.

THUMP

Whys is this happend to you, how is this possible there is no nature around the city block; not with life at least.

THUMP

The stop of branch and twig bring you little east as you can no longer tell if the figure intentionally or look. Why was is to hard to open your eye lid.

You shift your eye managing to freshen up, openings you eye you see

Nothing, no evidence of footprint, the sound of chirping didn't stop continuing it pattern as your first hear it. Hand scrambling around you find your weapon intact with you, a rectangular dull kitchen knife that you hold, a gift from Nanami - your older brother.

Right meaning related that you have the same curse technique, yeah your right, thought distinguishable technique will be your extra power 'Reverse Curse Technique' useful skill and the most valuable.

You open your eye seeing the familiar texture, it seem like this realty look nothing, sound nothing and, taste nothing. Alright this is getting out line.

Standing up, youe eye blur barely have time processing as the blob of darkness with your mind trying to hold off. GAH

And this is your life within Genshin impact world, the game your brother pasture not to played as "wasting too much money and time into". Who can blame you, the game itself was a msterpiece, each arch never a dissapointment.

It help you cope mmaintain your sanity intact from every grsome encounter with a curse.

You gotten used to them, but it place you foudn them never pelase your adventures mind. You didn't have time to touch grass, so wy not visual glass, you know few trick and tip to get around and you think you can take advantage for that fact curse are here. Heh who is tyvert call JUJUTSU BUSTER.

Here you are a successful wanderer and 'shaman' with every encounter you meet promising healing wound, and invisible curses that become evident since youw alk, never been an additional monster to genshin impact but you were glad you're able to bring useful skill to here.

Word spread around like wildefire

'person who can make my shoulder not stiff anymmore'

'they help me make my crops grow such abundance even with lacking of tree'

'are you sure they are humna?'

'are they a vision holder'

'are they a fraud'

'WHERE CAN I FIND THEM'

You smirked at your succesful buisiness, you have no intention stoping wanting to save up money you find 'inventory' just a bunch of vision button that you can interact organise with their category based on the game design.

You attire change choosing comfotable yet adventure attire, you are no bound by God. You reach enoguht fanfic to know dealing with god can a hasstle esepically thses type of God, they are fun as character, but you know never really as a person - they have issue. And you know how to resolve the issue it just - you just didn't want to. Moving on quickly, roaded path within, yoou find a farmiliar blond briaded traveler with their trust companion 'Emergency Food'.

"Traveler I need your help"

His golden at eye narrow as his stand stop quarter awake, surpise at the disruption of hie stroll.

"Paimon wanted to know how you mmanag to walk on the field so quickly - wait - aren't you the Shamen we keep hearing about....WOW Paimon is excited!"

"Ha, is that what they called me?," You said. "that doens't matter, i have a proposal for us to be travel buddies waht do you say, I heard you're walking all over tyvet, you adventure exceeded my expectation quality

"Paimon don't think we have any room, YOU CAN'T TAKE PAIMON SPOT HMPH" Paimon reclaim, as traveler hand just cover their face looking away letting out a unburden sigh.

You laugh. "I can cook."

Paimon head faster than anything, ears peers up. "DEAL, cmon traveler we shoudl bring her with us" Paimons quickly added, does she ahve a brian of a goldfish, eh you love paimon either way.

"What makes your wanna join us". You eye wided first time hearing the traveler talk since the conversation start

"Well, I'm not from this world"

Cliffhanger, the ending and idea is up to youuuuu. I have my own plot, and i'l probably write it just to fullfill my fanfic fantasy to isakai but still be OP/

#genshin impact #jujutsu kaisen #genshin impact x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #genshin impact x jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x genshin impact #crossover #op reader #reader insert #x reader #various x reader #yandere x reader #self insert #story ideas

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huebris808 · 8 months

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trying to break out of my shell and post madcom hc shit aka Look At My One Of Many Weirdass Hank Ramblings, Boy

hank you know them. they're six-foot-something and wanted to try volleyball. they dont get sarcasm and refer to stuff as "thingys". they're the autistic power fantasy of throwing bricks at those who view you as subhuman. their bedroom's apparently just a mirror to practice cool poses with and a blanket and their favorite drink is eggs now according to the streams. and they are your new nonbinary president

im constantly fluctuating between Animation & MPN Are Two Different Timelines/Universes or They're The Same, But He’s Testing Which "Hank" Is More Favorable/Useful To Others

wasian hank truther baby. (jp+filipino-american)

this guy would probably use わたし/私 (ive seen a lot of artists use オレ/俺 for him though but i feel like its a bit?? much)

definitely had to pick up sign-language after [Vague Gesturing] All That

has autism in the way that they have No Clue they got it. like "damn i got [Specific Autistic Issues]. sucks that im so so normal and yet i must endure The Problems everyday"

speaking of autism, enjoys confined spaces sensory-wise. vents and boxes and shit like Come On Man. Do You See The Vision.

gonna be honest like half of the shit (Understatement) i got for hank is projection but what's madcom without that in some aspect!! that's the POINT man!!! [ON KNEES WAILING] that's the POINT

working in real estate and as a mercenary since The Incident made their self-worth go to SHIT; in a world that dehumanizes you, you are quick to dehumanize yourself. this is where the power of lesbian friendship comes in

subconsciously puts doc on a pedestal over time, leading to (See Bullet 1); this dissipates after they somehow reach a conversation of Bitch We Are Both Equals And Fighting For Our Fucking Lives Out Here THEY SOLVE SHIT TOGETHER MAN!!! THEY SOLVE IT

sorry. sorry. im trying to delete it

out of nowhere maybe its the Autistic Projection maybe its cause im allergic to Sadstuck Shit i dont dig negative stuff with 2bhank it just feels Wrong :-( i wish i could word this better but like. i need these little chesspiece fucks to learn to communicate

what i will refer to as the Newspaper Era (aka the time before we got doc characterization from arena mode) caused people to make some weirdass depictions of their relationship and im glad its phasing out. The Horrors

main 4 are all butch lesbians btw. not sorry about that one

also POLYCOMBAT TRUTHER this dude would HATE how vulnerable these three would make them feel at first. they're the first to actually treat him like A Guy and that fuck him up a bit initially

i think eventually they all reach a point where they're able to do stupid shit together like fireworks or breaking chairs over each other heads. you've seen how doc is don't exclude him from doing dumbass shit

"erm… actually they wouldnt be friends or have fun or date theyre ruthless criminals and madcom is cruel :/" L + ratio + the rule of The Funniest Thing Is The Answer in madcom prevails + That's The Devil Talking, Boy

shit at technology. if they had a blog their lack of skills would loop back around to make them the most powerful shitposter on earth

there's definitely more that im missing here and takes that Don't Suck (for example people need to put out more hankford content. Cmon Man) but my brain has this shit Queued Up in a way so. Yeah

#my ass is NOT maintagging this im Too Scared

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alastorswifee · 2 years

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Bitch i need you to write something for me 😩🤝 DESPERATE RNNN IM IN NEED FOR MORE LEO X READER CONTENT

Okay so Rise! Leo, the teetlez plus reader meets their 2k12 counterparts

And 2k12! Leo kinda likes reader and even subtly flirts with her, her being oblivious and Rise! Leo gets really jealous 😫

Stfu you nagged me everyday for this😭😭 you owe me! @kitomon

When the boys speak, the 2012!turtles’ dialogue will be in bold whereas the rise!turtles’ dialogue won’t be. I will also be referring to the 2012!turtles by their full names.

Rise!turtles: Leo, Donnie, Mikey, Raph

2012!turtles: Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael

Then during the phone call you told me to mention Mel(my oc)for comedic purposes so sure. And yes I was rushing this stfu😟

Leo smirked smugly as he lifted his sword above his head with both hands “you guys gotta trust me, I got this! Haaaa chi! Ma chi!” He announces to which everyone widened their eyes “NONONON-“ before we knew it, a portal had opened right below our feet which we immediately fell through including Leo.

You all let out a synchronized ‘oof’ sound as you all fell onto the floor or onto each other “you’ve gotta stop doing that you know” you slightly glared at Leo who quickly got back onto his feet again. “Oh cmon we got where we needed to be” Leo proudly smirked, Mikey rubbing his arm and looking around “this isn’t the underground city..” he mumbles to which everyone started to slowly look around the alleyway. “Looks like we’re in an alleyway, let’s get up top” Raph quickly suggests to which everyone nodded, each climbing up one by one.

As you all got to the rooftop and looked around, something didn’t feel right. “We’re in New York” you simply stated to which Donnie placed a hand on his chin “you’re right but..something’s off..” he mutters to which everyone kinda nodded in agreement, Leo shrugging “nothing’s off, we’re probably in a part of New York we haven’t been in before” he tried to defend himself to which everyone gave him a doubtful look. You sighed and rubbed your temples gently as you tried to think about where here was. “Uh guys..” Mikey suddenly piped up “do you have a feeling we’re being watched?” He quickly stayed close to the others. Raph perked up a bit and looked around “I think so..” he paused for a bit and carefully reached for his weapons “who’s there?” He called “show yourself!” You sighed “we just got here and now we’re attracting attention..” you mutter quietly to which Leo chuckles “don’t overreact, it can’t be anything bad”

That was until four figures jumped down onto the same rooftop as us, our eyes suddenly bulged out of our eyes upon seeing who were standing infront us.

The first twirled his twin katanas with such ease between his fingers, skillful yet careful.

The second pulled his sais out and twirled them a bit before getting into a menacing fighting stance.

The third twirled his bowstaff around his body before pointing it at us with a harsh glare.

The last one was..eating pizza? Oh nevermind he got his nunchucks out.

You couldn’t believe your eyes, there were four more teenage mutant ninja turtles?! You could tell you five weren’t the only shocked ones as these new four faltered a little before slowly giving a confused look. “Who are you.” The blue masked turtle asked but before anyone could do anything, Leo stepped forward and looked down at the shorter blue clad turtle “my question goes to you as well bud, who are YOU?” Your eyes slightly widened as you stared at both turtles who were basically giving each other a stare down. “Did we jump dimensions?” You heard donnie speak up from next to you, tapping away at his wrist band. This peaked the interest of the..other donnie who looked much different from the donnie you knew. Now that you’re looking at them, they were all different.

Your Leo had his signature markings on his face and arms meanwhile the other blue clad turtle didn’t have those markings.

Your Donnie didn’t have a gap tooth and used tech, your donnie also has his shell protector meanwhile the other purple clad turtle didn’t.

Your Mikey had his markings, stickers and cute matching gear meanwhile the other orange clad turtle had cute freckles.

Your Raph was much much larger than the other red clad turtle and they both gave off a different vibe. The much shorter and smaller red clad turtle gave an intimidating aura meanwhile your raph gave a welcoming aura.

Were their personalities different as well or is it just appearances?

“Well I opened a portal with my sword here and-“ “he opened a portal to a different dimension..fascinating..” Donnie interrupted Leo which resulted in Leo side eyeing the genius a bit. You watched as the other four turtles looked at each other in a bit of shock, curiosity and confusion. They slowly put their weapons away and the blue clad turtle stepped forward “my name is Leonardo Hamato, these are my brothers..Donatello, Raphael and Michelangelo” he would introduce which caused you and your turtles’ jaws to drop in shock..Donnie’s eyes sparkling in amazement at the fact that you all jumped dimensions. “Wait wait..you’re me..” your Leo would mutter out and look at..Leonardo in utter shock “I would assume I am.”

You had to think, if there were other versions of the boys does that mean there’s another version of you? Now that you need to know about.

Leonardo would slowly look at you and he would take a minute to pause and examine you “i figured what these guys’ names would be but..what’s your name?” He smiles a bit at you to which you couldn’t help but smile back at him “Y/N..L/N.” Leonardo would nod “nice to meet you..let’s get to the lair, being up here for too long might attract trouble” Raphael would raise an eyebrow bone “might he says” he slightly had a mocking tone to his voice, causing Leonardo to slightly grumble under his breath. Without much of a choice, you and your turtles followed these other turtles to the sewers.

As you walked through the sewers with now eight turtles, you listened to them all chat with each other and try to understand each other. Apparently in this dimension, Leonardo is the leader and he’s much different from the Leo you knew. Donatello was extremely impressed by your Donnie’s tech and even asked what alien tech was used to build it which confused both you and your Donnie. Both Mikey’s got along just fine, they weren’t that different compared to the others but this dimension’s mikey seemed almost..a bit not so smart? Raph was completely different, one was soft and kind meanwhile the other was tough and rude. This would take a lot of getting used to but when it comes to their names, it’s making your head spin.

As you all got to the lair, you and the guys admired it all as it was different from the lair you knew but it was definitely cozy and nice.

“Make yourselves at home” Leonardo left the room and walked into another leaving you to question where he had gone. As the turtles dispersed and tried to get comfortable or speak with each other you sat on a beanbag chair and felt your pockets for your phone. You didn’t have it..crap. You looked at the tv and tilted your head a bit..well might as well pass the time with space..heroes? “Space heroes? Is that like Jupiter Jim in your dimension?” You heard leo excitedly ask Michelangelo to which he grinned “Jupiter Jim? Dude what’s that?” You couldn’t help but grin as Leo gasped rather dramatically “it’s only THE BEST show in the entire galaxy!” You laugh softly at your best friend’s sudden burst of energy.

Leonardo would soon walk up to you and scratch the back of his neck a bit “hey..would you like to have some tea with me?” You would turn your head to him and smile softly “sure” you would respond to which he would gesture for you to follow him into the kitchen as he started walking. You did so and sat on a seat, not really knowing what to say or do as you watched Leonardo put the kettle of water on the stove to heat up. “So..y/n” you heard the blue clad turtle speak up to which you looked up from staring at the counter “yes?” You played with your fingers. “I talked to master splinter and he said you are all welcomed into our home until you find a way back” he informed you as he turned and leaned back against the counter. You nodded and smiled a bit “thank you, I appreciate the hospitality tho I think Leo can most likely take us back..he probably wants to know more about this place before he leaves” you let out a soft giggle at the thought. As you didn’t hear a response, you looked up only for your eyes to lock with Leonardo’s. “Leonardo?” You called out in a soft tone, tilting your head a bit to which the turtle blinked a few times before snapping back to reality. “Is something the matter?” You asked in a slightly worried tone to which he blushed a bit from get caught staring at you “oh uh no no it’s just..” he took a moment, almost debating with himself before he spoke up once more “you’re just..really beautiful is all”

This caught you off guard which sent you in a flustered frenzy, your cheeks blazing to life into a bright red tint. Leonardo widens his eyes “I’m so sorry did I make you uncomfortable?” He slightly panicked to which you shyly shook your head meaning ‘no’ and looking down at the counter causing your hair to fall forward and block your face. You took a deep breath and worked up some courage before looking up at him with a slight grin on your lips “thank you..” you mumble to which he matched your grin “of course..” he mumbles in an almost in-love like tone, both of you looking at each other with soft eyes. You both broke the almost love like staring contest when the kettle whistled to life making you both jump a bit, you both letting out a soft laugh. Leonardo would turn around and start making the tea, you resting your elbow on the counter and your chin on your palm as you watched him work on the drinks. Unbeknownst to both of you, Leo was standing outside the kitchen with his fists slightly clenched. Were you two seriously flirting? No no maybe his other self was just being polite..he is right, you’re beautiful.

Leo was about to shake it off and walk away but he couldn’t help but turn around and peak into the kitchen area. There you and Leonardo sat opposite each other, waiting for the tea to cool down. You both talked and rambled on and on, he’s glad you’re getting along with this dimension’s version of himself but he can’t help but feel a deep pain inside from seeing the interaction. Leonardo would slightly slide his hand forward and his fingers would touch the tip of your fingers “do you think..there’s a version of you here?..” he would question to which you tilted your head a bit “most likely..there should be” you responded. Leo raises his eyebrow bones and clenched his teeth a bit “there’s no way he’s not flirting..” he would mumble under his breath. At least both Leos had a certain something in common when it comes to y/n, their crushes on her. He really can’t blame him but he wants to storm into the kitchen so badly and give him the what for.

“Well not all dimensions work the same way” you would smile a bit and blew your tea before taking a sip, Leonardo nodding “that explains why I haven’t met my dimension’s version of you yet” he chuckles and lifts his own cup to his lips. You suddenly paused upon hearing footsteps, looking up to see your Leo walking into the kitchen. “Oh Leo hi!” You greet him happily to which he grinned wide and sat next to you “what’re we talking about?” He asked as if he wasn’t ease dropping on you two for a bit now. “Nothing really, just trying to pass time” Leonardo would respond and sip his tea again, Leo nodding slowly before turning his attention to you. He was mentally debating on what to say to you, he wanted to subtly flirt with you as well. “You look really pretty..” he mumbles, Leonardo raising his eyebrows in surprise at the sudden compliment. “Hm? What was that Leo?” You would lower the tea cup and turn your head to him, a wave of nervousness sudden washing over Leo “uh- I said you look shitty!” The tension suddenly rose causing Leo to mentally swear at himself, a cringe visible on his face.

You clearly weren’t happy with what you heard, you slowly stood up and starting walking away from both blue clad turtles “gee thanks, I’m gonna go see what Mikey’s up to..” you muttered and left. Leonardo turned to Leo and looked at him in disbelief “what was that?” “What do you mean?” Leonardo rubbed his temples “was that supposed to be you flirting?..” he questioned his other self to which Leo would cringe a bit more “maybe..” he muttered. Leonardo blinked in surprise at the other “how long have you liked her for?..” this caused Leo’s eyes to shoot wide open “like her? Psh I don’t like her-“ “real smooth, you’re bad at hiding it” Leonardo interrupted him.

Was it really that obvious? He thought he was great at hiding it..did y/n notice? Did everyone else notice?

“Is it that easy to notice?” Leo mumbles in a slightly shameful tone, Leonardo chuckling “very yeah” he slid another cup to his other self and poured him some tea “now what’s your answer to my question?” “What question?” “How long have you liked y/n.” Oh..

“I’ve liked her not too long after I met her and that’s like..a year ago” Leonardo blinked in surprise at the information he was being told..a YEAR? “That long? Have you two not confessed or flirted with each other once?” As Leonardo said this, both Donnie’s walked into the kitchen. “What’s up?” Donatello would ask as he leaned against the counter, Donnie standing not too far away from him. “My other self here likes y/n but he’s really bad at flirting with her” Leonardo lets out a bit of a chuckle “I am not!” Leo would retort. “Actually Leo, you both like each other, you’re both just painfully oblivious” Donnie suddenly spoke up causing the other three turtles to look at him “what? Did you want me to lie?” He questioned.

“Hey I’m not oblivious, what do you even know about love hmmm?” Leo would immaturely respond to which Donnie scoffed a bit “as the turtle who has a girlfriend, I beg to retort” Leonardo and Donatello’s jaws dropped making Donnie look at them in confusion “what?” Donatello slowly picked his jaw up off the ground “you..have a girlfriend?..is it April?” He had a bit of hopefulness in his tone. Both rise turtles cringed upon hearing that “April? That would be awkward, she’s like a sister to us” Leo spoke up “agreed, my girlfriend is Melanie” he reached for his phone “who?” Donnie would raise an eyebrow “do you not know her?” “Dude, this Leo hasn’t met y/n yet so I dunno if this Donnie met Mel yet either” Donnie opened his phone and pulled up a photo of himself and his girlfriend, Melanie, turning the phone to Leonardo and Donatello. Both turtles nod slowly, a soft smile on Donatello’s lips upon seeing Mel “most likely if we met these girls then so will you two and according to events that I have lived through, she should most likely be your girlfriend as well” Donnie almost jabbed his finger in Donatello’s direction to which he nodding, too flustered to say anything. “Now back to my point, as the turtle to have a girlfriend..I know a thing or two” Donnie smirked smugly, crossing his arms.

Back in the rise!turtles’ universe, Mel would be tidying up Donnie’s work desk with some help from Shelldon. She paused her little cleaning session to let out a soft sneeze “bless you mama, are you sick?” Shelldon would ask her with concern to which she smiled softly “no no sugarplum I’m fine” she pat his head gently

As the topic got brought up again, Leo came to the realization “wait did you say y/n liked me?” “Yeah-“ “since when?!” “I dunno, I don’t monitor you two like a creep” donnie stretched a bit “your flirt game is embarrassing tho” he points out to which Leonardo had to sheepishly nod in agreement to. “I..I know..” Leo rubbed the back of his neck, not wanting to deny the painful truth. “I want to flirt and give her hints but the idea of her not feeling the same way is always at the back of my mind you know?” The other three nodding slowly as they listened to the blue clad turtle open up. Both Donnie’s silently nodded to Leonardo and left the kitchen together. Leonardo crosses his arms “in my opinion you’ve waited long enough and it’s better to express your thoughts and feeling because bottling it up inside isn’t good for you. One day you’ll burst and it wouldn’t be the best experience..” Leo looked at his other self in a bit of shock, nodding a little. “If she doesn’t feel the same way then that’s okay, the world isn’t going to come to an end and if you two really care about each other then something like love and rejection wouldn’t keep you two apart” he continued explaining. “I guess you’re right..thank you..” leo would smile a bit at Leonardo “anytime, you need it” he jokes to which Leo laughed a little “don’t remind me.”

The turtles and y/n hung out with their other selves for a while longer until it was time for them to head back home. Mel, Splinter and April were most likely worried sick.

“Bye guys, stay safe”

As everyone came out of the portal and dispersed to go do their own thing, Leo put his hand on your shoulder “can we talk?..” he clearly was nervous, you slowly nodded. Leo walked with you to his room and you both sat down on the edge of the bed “what is it you wanted to talk about?” You spoke up, breaking the silence. “I..I’m sorry..about earlier” he started “I didn’t mean to say you looked shitty..I panicked and it was the first thing that came out of my mouth..” you smiled a bit “I was honestly so confused” you admitted with a little laugh. Leo cracked a smile and laughed a little “I meant to say..” he paused, his mind flashing back to what his other self said “you’re beautiful..” he finally admitted out loud to you which resulted in you snapping your head in his direction, completely shocked by the sudden honesty. “You..really think so?” You felt your heart fluttered in your chest to which Leo nodded slowly “yeah..I’ve been wanting to tell you that for the longest while..” he mutters to which you blushed brighter. “Oh wow..” you were mentally building up the courage, deciding fuck it and pressing your soft lips against his cheek.

The blue clad turtle suddenly froze and his eyes widened, did you just..kiss him? On the cheek? Holy shit he’s never washing this cheek again-

You pulled away and laughed a little upon seeing his reaction “Leo? Are you alright?” You asked to which he blinked a few times, slowly nodding “uh huh..” a grin slowly grew onto his lips, you laughing softly and looking at him lovingly.

God did you love this idiot..

#tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2018 #rise michelangelo #rise of tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #rise leonardo #rise donatello #rise donnie #rise raphael #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2k18

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chromantlks · 1 year

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Workin on art at 5:30am and watching Vendetta, so to procrastinate even longer, here is:

Resident Evil Vendetta: Why Leon and Rebecca’s Positions Should Have Been Swapped

• Rebecca is not a damsel in distress please stop doing this to RE women (female characters in general, hate to be that guy), let Rebecca be the prodigious badass tyrant slayer she has been since day fucking one

• Leon’s entire arc would be improved in the way Chris’ sort of was if he was kidnapped and had time to think about who he is and why he’s come as far as he has, as well as accepting that he can’t always be the dashing hero and that sometimes he needs help too

• We could FINALLY re-explore the dynamic between Chris and Rebecca!! Don’t get me wrong, I love the relationship between Chris and Leon I love the part where they said “it’s gay sex Thursday” and then started making out on the chopper, but cmon. These were the ORIGINAL guys, the goobers, the oomfies, they were partners then and they could have been again

• We might have had more of a chance to catch up with what Rebecca has been doing all this time, we haven’t seen her since 0, or the stage play if you’re insane like I am, and I feel like we deserved to see her in action. It’s totally in line with her character to take more of a backseat to the action, having more of an interest in the science and medical aspects, that’s all good, but she’s still trained in combat and marksmanship. Can you imagine a scene of Rebecca showing off her skills, especially to Leon? Dude that would rock so unbelievably hard cmon.

• Chris has this continued theme in his life of losing people close to him and it reflects in the way he treats his partners/teams. This is just a flaw with the movie in general (which I continue to enjoy despite its. Yknow. Everything~), but we never got to see much of that. Obviously that whole theme was generally resolved in 5 and then continued into 6, but I feel like whether it’s Leon or Rebecca, Chris should have been, like. Way more freaked about it? Staying professional and all, but Jesus Christ man, you’re gonna exchange one liners and cool gun slow-no scenes with MCR over here in the hallway while you have less than 20 minutes to both SAVE and CURE someone who has been by your side for upwards of 20 years whom you have befriended and relied on numerous times??? Whatever! Whatever!

• Arias should have had a MUCH higher interest in obtaining Leon if he wanted his revenge plan work out. He’s already a suuuuper iffy character, I too would be mad if the government dropped a bomb on my wedding and killed almost everyone I held dear, but also I didn’t do arms dealing and bioterrorism so. Maybe reflect on that man. But anyway, the A-Virus already has a lot in common with the Plaga. Arias ABSOLUTELY could improve this connection via a sample of Leon’s blood and an examination of whatever’s left in his nervous system; if done right, this could have handled the virus nearly unstoppable. But instead, he opted to, uh…steal a woman that looks like his wife? Yeah, her blood with the antibodies made the virus stronger, but he had NO IDEA OF THAT. He totally lucked out there. Now, information about the Plaga would be easily attainable for a man of Arias’ profession and status among the underworld of crime or whatever, all that shit, and Leon’s name would absolutely be among that information. It’s just so much more convenient? Makes so much more sense?? Literally aids his evil plan???

I’m sure there’s more reasons I’m forgetting because the amount of times I’ve ranted about this is ridiculous, but like. Cmon cmon cmon I beg

If someone makes art or like rewrites the story like this tag me in it I beg of you like idk if this will incite any inspiration this is just my special weird take on a my special weird movie

#resident evil #leon s kennedy #rebecca chambers #chris redfield #resident evil vendetta #glenn arias

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aemiron-main · 1 year

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talking about victor being found on the side of the road again except this time ft edward

the fact that the indianapolis gazette talks about victor being found along the side of the road lacking fine motor skills makes me insane.

“The bodies were discovered early Sunday morning, after Creel was found wandering aimlessly along the side of Highway 49, south of Hawkins. Deputy John Snow from Hawkins police department intercepted Creel and made the discovery upon returning him home.”

“Creel at first told authorities that he knew nothing about the things found at his home. He is described as 5 feet 10 (?) inches tall, weighing about 180 (?) pounds with light skin, light brown hair, and ‘appearing unable to perform basic motor functions,’- a condition likely brought on by the psychological consequences of committing the murders, said head psychiatrist at Pennhurst, Alexis McMurry.”

Like cmon, Victor was found missing his memory (as he had no idea what happened at his house), wandering along the side of the road, after being found by Hawkins police, on the south side of town, near the lab. That’s got HNL and Brenner written all over it. And lacking fine motor skills?? Like Terry??

Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if the road Victor was found on was Mirkwood, the same road that Will vanished on, but I need to do more digging for that.

This is also the paper that mentions Edward Creel instead of Henry Creel. Meaning that this Victor may very well not be the same Victor that we saw with Nancy and Robin at Pennhurst, as Edward Creel seems to have his own timeline, a timeline where Victor is 38 instead of 40 in 1959, where Victor’s wife is named Alice and his daughter is named Virginia, where the Creels lived in Hawkins for two years, and where there’s a ton of other differences too.

However, this is interesting to me because in this post, I talked about how we see Victor being arrested at night by state troopers (who were working for the lab in S1 with Will’s vanishing), and how those troopers likely took him to the lab that night and then the lab dumped him on the side of the road to be found by the Hawkins police. But if that’s the case, then that means that this shot:

Is a shot of Edward’s timeline. Which would mean that the guy talking about Victor getting arrested that night:

Is Edward. However, there’s still lots I need to dig through when it comes to sorting out Edward’s timeline vs Henry’s timeline and what happened in each timeline regarding the Creel murders. Both the Indianapolis Gazette (Edward timeline) and the Weekly Watcher (Henry timeline) have different dates for the Creel murders too. Edward’s the one in the timeline where the murders happened on Will’s birthday, which could also tie into Edward being vecna.

There’s also something else that’s been gnawing at me regarding that scene of Victor being arrested, because look at Henry/Edward’s dialogue:

“He” was arrested? It’s almost set up as if it’s a totally different monologue cutting in/as if we’re missing a line of dialogue, because there’s no establishing who “he,” is, Henry/Edward wasn’t talking about his father previously, because this is what he said previously:

And yet, it just suddenly jumps to this wording with “he,” there’s no dialogue between “and it nearly killed me,” and “he was arrested, blamed for the death of my sister and mother,” and that line is also interesting, because he specifically says that Victor was blamed for the death of his sister and mother, but a.) does not name the sister or mother, which is suspicious considering that Edward’s sister and mother have swapped named compared to Henry’s sister and mother and b.) he doesn’t say that Victor was blamed for the death of Henry/Edward, which is odd.

Also jumping back to that last newspaper clipping, I’m staring at the wording of “the things,” at Victor’s home (the bodies) and all of the imagery with The Thing and what I’ve been talking about with Virginia’s eye goo and regenerative healing and goo from The Thing.

There’s just. So much to think about.

#stranger things #victor creel #creel murders #creel family #victor creel analysis #creel newspapers #st newspapers #edward creel

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equarretedddd · 11 months

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my headcanons and ideas regarding the backstory and the families of Abigail, Charles and Dick’s work trio (ive been thinking about this idea since 2021 andd now i want to complete it to the end lmao)

ABIGAIL

i see her childhood as rather unremarkable and ordinary.

she could live in some farm or country surrounded by warm wind and fields of wheat ears. she had a full family of father, mother and several siblings (presumably brothers). i assume that Abi noticeably lacked female maternal care and warmth, because her mother, although she could be quite caring and loving, was chained by some complex chronic disease that took a lot of time and effort. Abigail could often be surrounded by a male family side in the form of a father and brothers who could make fun of her sometimes, but nevertheless be an important part of her life (they would stand up for her and she would stand up for them too). her father could be quite a serious and strict person (maybe hes a cop i havent decided yet!), but Abi had a support and a role model, whom she could rely on and from whom she could feel moral support and understanding.

i see Abi’s rise up the career ladder as quite gradual and smooth. from an amateur family interest in music, she began to be interested in this on a more conscious level, that is, studying at the conservatory, time-consuming work and possibly establishing partnerships with other people.

2. DICK

i see his childhood as quite poor and not particularly enviable, maybe he was from an immigrant family where there was barely enough to pay the bills.

however, he was a pretty capable kid who was open to develop! he was quite willing to reach for knowledge and skills, tried to be interested in many things and dreamed of becoming successful, i actively see him as a geek and a technician! but perhaps, he was not particularly supported and helped in this, he had to resort to various kinds of offenses, he could just get used to it and consider it the only working way out (this does not justify him ikr hahaha).

nevertheless, he was insanely oppressed by his social status, he felt like an unaccepted and rejected outcast who would be shunned all his life. i guess thats how he got close to a successful career, getting involved with crime and mistreatment of people, because it WORKED. he looks like a man who seems to be boasted of his success, like "look at me im rich and i have achieved everything i wear in vulgar glamour clothes and hang out with hot girls and rich guys", but in fact he just went head over heels from the inability to cope with everything piled on him and the the cult of success and achievement gradually deprived him of humanity.

3. CHARLES

btw i really like the theory that he is somehow related to Salacia, i hope that something will be told about it! but i will try to push off from something else.

Charles himself looks like a person who… had been ready ALL his life for his purpose and responsibilities to be responsible for other people's lives (it concerns not only Dethklok because he literally holds the global economy and is responsible for almost half of the things that are related to the world situation). i see him as the son of a wealthy family with a very large family tree (cmon he fenced in college). he probably did a lot of things in his childhood that related to weapon control, self-defense and protection (this is even if we dont talk abt legal, economic, managerial, social and other shit that he had to deal with).

i literally see him as an indigo child who obviously always knew what he needed to do and he aspired to it through blood, tears and sweat. probably, he did not see any other way out and did not imagine what could be an alternative to this, although perhaps he was faced with a strong identity crisis when he did not understand why he was doing all this and whether this was really the essence of his existence, bcs, probably, others actively pushed participated in Charles' achievements and prospects. in general it was as if his entire subsequent life was built for him from the very beginning.

#metalocalypse #dethklok #mtl #abigail remeltindtdrinc #dick knubbler #charles foster offdensen

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