#now to wait for the bounty hunter lmao

[bergamotmandarin]

ive been really into skyrim lately but i am just fuckin it up so bad lmaooo just tonight i joined the dawnguard, got a 9000 bounty in riften that im apparently not allowed to pay, and now because of that the dawnguard attack me on sight. net zero good done by the dragonborn

[choism]

A Flashy Plan | b.tc

Captain Buggy x Crew!gn!Reader

Genre: Smut, Crack

Summary: A tough day and a tired crew calls for correction in the captain's quarters

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: sub!buggy, gn!reader, but you can imagine reader with a strap or a dick, unprotected sex (bad !), overstimulation, improper use of the chop chop fruit, buggy's head is elsewhere, semi public sex, multiple orgasms, buggy is a babygirl honestly, and a brat too

A/N: I said I would write it and I did! Look at me keeping promises for once lmao. I hope you all enjoy and dont forget to reblog with your thoughts <3

Today had been a rough day for the Buggy Pirates. There were two attacks, both just outside bordering islands, which meant they couldn’t stop for supplies for quite a while. Stopping meant bringing the attacking pirates near the island, which would cause panic, which would cause bounty hunters and marines to appear at the mere sight of their flag. No, they had to flee, and quickly.

Now, afloat the east blue with no real course yet, the crew was in sore spirits, especially their Captain. Buggy had been extra mopey– extra mean to everyone, and that included you. You and the captain had a…special relationship. Sleep together occasionally, cuddle occasionally, but that was the extent of it. It was just two pirates trying to find sense in this barren sea, and you two happened to end up naturally floating together, pun intended.

You were fed up. All of the crew had suffered losses today. They were starved, thirsty, and just wanted to rest but that was impossible when aboard the ship of the man to be King of the Pirates. Buggy was just making everything worse by poking the bear.

“You all suck! Not a very flashy move to flee an island all because of some lowly pirates. We could've done better.” He spits at nobody in particular, but he looks at you briefly and it sets something off inside of you. The crew disperses and you immediately make your way to the clown.

Buggy is back in his captain’s quarters, bent over the desk and presumably overlooking something, while mumbling to himself. You walk in and quietly close the door behind you, tip-toeing behind him and whispering in his ear, “So what wasn’t flashy about avoiding us getting caught by marines, hm?” You smirk and feel him stiffen at the desk.

“I- I didn’t mean you y/n! You were fine I just think that–”

You don’t let him finish, Spinning him around and pinning him to the desk, leaning fully into his space now,

“Think what? That we are no better than lowly pirates? You know better than to insult your crew during such a hard time, Bugsy.” The nickname rolls off your tongue smoothly, sending a shiver down Buggy’s spine. Outside, he’s the captain, but in his attempt to escape the harsh reality of a Captain’s burdens, he submits in the bedroom.

You, on the other hand? You like control, dominance. You like to feel like you have a grip on whatever flimsy string life is, and this is how you take that initiative. It’s a great dynamic and there have been no complaints from Buggy’s end. Well…Unless we are talking about his rear end…

“Fuck y/n wait, I- I’m sorry okay let’s just talk this out, oh!” You press your knee into his crotch, he’s already half hard from being talked down to of course. Buggy whimpers and trembles beneath your touch, anticipating what you’ll do next. You reach your hand up to hold his jaw and place light pecks at his neck, lowering your hand to grip his neck lightly.

“Head on the table sweetheart.” You smirk and step back, starting to unbuckle your belt.

“Why what are you going to do?” Buggy takes off his hat and his headscarf, letting his long blue locks fall around his shoulders in heavy waves. You would never admit it to him, but you find Buggy so gorgeous, if he offered up anything further than some situationship at sea, you’d probably take him up on it. You stare into his green eyes, giving him an answer without even saying anything. Buggy makes room on the desk and pops his head off, gently landing on the wood.

“Well? Take off your clothes too, slut.” The degrading name causes Buggy’s cock to jump in his pants, now fully hard from the unbelievable sexual build up. He makes quick work of his own clothes, now fully nude in front of his crew mate. You’ve gotten your own clothes off as well, having grabbed the spare lube Buggy keeps in his desk and slicking up your own cock. “Turn around for me baby.” You command him and he swiftly complies.

His plump ass is fully on display, his flush cock hanging heavy between his legs and leaking precum like a faucet. You lube up your fingers, warming it up and spreading it over his hole, making sure to get him ready for your fingers.

“Mm please, please do it already.” His head begs, looking at the sight with his eyes heavy, lips pouted and whimpering. 

“You don’t get a say in this, you get to watch and look pretty.” You grip his jaw and he looks up at you, nodding. Now fully bent over the desk, some things falling over, you enter a single finger, crooking and prodding at him to stretch him properly for your cock later. Buggy lets out loud groans next to you, clearly enjoying the sensation. You add a second, and then a third finger, the lube slick sounds bouncing off the thin walls of his quarters, the crew is probably hearing everything. 

You fuck into him deeply, hitting his prostate over and over, his cock leaking all over important documents on his desk as he ruts into it, chasing pleasure.

“‘M cum…gon’ cum…” He lazily says, and you halt all of your movements. “Fuck why please nng ah!” You swiftly enter him, filling him up with your cock and mercilessly fucking into his wet hole. Almost immediately, he comes all over the desk and onto the floor, but you don’t stop thrusting. Buggy lets out strings of ‘ ah ah ah’ with each thrust.

“What? Can’t handle me being a little rough? How do you expect to handle those ‘lowly pirates’ if you can’t even take a cock properly without cumming instantly?” He’s a whimpering mess, drooling and looking at his own body being fucked. Buggy can’t even form words, the overstimulation causing him to get hard again quickly.

“N…” Buggy starts to say but you can’t hear him. You grab his hair and lift up his head, forcing him to be face to face with you as you pound into him,

“Spit it out.”

Buggy laughs half-heartedly, “Not flashy enough.”

You reattach his head and flip him over on the desk so his legs are in the air and his cock is flush against his stomach. You enter him again, fucking him even harder than before. “Is this flashy enough for you, clown? Wanna be fucked dumb like the cockslut you are?” You feel your own orgasm approaching quickly, you wrap a hand around Buggy’s pathetically leaking cock, fisting it so you can finish at the same time.

Soon after, you both finish, Buggy making a mess of his own stomach, some of it even reaching his face. You pull out of him slowly.

“How’s that for a flashy plan, captain?”

© Choism 2023. do not repost or translate.

[wat-zu]

BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

My brain has been going high speeds for the newest AVA for a bit. And I mean PROPERLY going ZOOM at a hundred miles per hour!!!!

FIRST OFF, THE NEW ANTAGONISTS.....I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

All of them having unique styles gives ALL OF THEM so much character, PLUS THEY ARE ALL SO BADASS. I love how they aren't taking out quickly, I thought these guys would be fodder but NAHHH they quickly established themselves to be threats which I LOVE. You always need good strong threats to drive stories and these guys are *mwah* chef's kiss. Can't wait to see more of them.

Secondly, Chosen One running to Second Coming when he gets his fucking ass kicked is funny to me. Truly, a lmao moment.

Man I am so EXCITED to see what Alan has cooking up for us, that man has NEVER disappointed me, EVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.

Ava spoilers!!

CHOSEN BASICALLY JUST WENT TO HIS LITTLE BROTHER, DROPS TO HIS KNEES AND GO "LIL BRO I'M GETTING MY ASS KICKED PLEASE BEAT THEM UP FOR ME" AND I LOVE IT ASDFGHJKHGFDSDFGHJ

BUT OOH YEAH THAT TALK ABT THE VILLAINS IS LIKE A VERY GOOD POINT!!!! I didn't really realize that they arent small fries because i was so enamoured by the fighting styles, ivm very floored USBSJBSUSBH

BUT yeah holy shit!! Theyvre treated as actual like professional bounty hunters!! I love the portrayal now that i think about it ooohhh!!!!!!!

Ivm at the same boat with you my guy im so excited for what they have in store USBSUSUSBHS

[lunar-knight84]

BACK TO BLACK

Cheater Marc Spector x reader, Steven grant x reader

Summary: you and Marc had an amazing relationship but suddenly he leaves without a word. What happens when you meet one of his alters years into your new life and he finally tells you the truth about the past and present ? What happens when everything is left unsaid and yet you feel something new in your heart for that special alter that you met?

N/A: this may be really bad i'm in my feelings and this is what came out lmao. This also took me a long ass time and idk how it is. I’m sorry if it’s terrible! Also feel free to leave a comment!

warning/stuff inside: the use of the word girl/girlfriend and she/her pronouns, Angst, not an accurate representation of DID, OOC, not proof read, Let me know if I missed anything!

You-red

Steven-purple

Marc-blue

Kind of inspired by the song back to black by amy winehouse

When you first marc you truly thought he was a free single man. The way he lifted you up in his arms that night and kissed you with such passion it felt like he was single and ready to take on the world with you. So of course when he asked you out on a date you said yes, of course you said yes when he said he could only call late at night. Of course you didn't mind when he told you he could only go to your place on random days while you could never go to his place. You were in love with marc…blinded with love I guess you can say. One day Marc just stopped seeing you. Completely. You called and texted him wondering where he was or what you could have done to upset him. You waited and waited till finally you gave up…your tears finally dried and you decided to live a new life in london. That was a few years ago and now you work as a bounty hunter in london, you have completely started a new life without Marc but never forgetting the scar that he cut deep in your heart. You were currently on your way to a museum that was filled with Egyptian artifacts and history, which honestly made you kind of excited. Of Course you were there for a specific reason, which was to stalk your bounty who was going to take a tour of the museum. As you walked into the museum you found your bounty and began taking the tour while watching your victim closely. You eyes watched but also looked around at the museum as you took in all of the artifacts and history. You stop in your tracks as you see a familiar and heart crushing locks of curls standing away from you in the gift shop. You can feel your heart beating in your ears like a drum as you walk up to the gift shop and grab a random candy placing it on the counter as you look at the cashier. The cashier looks at you and greets you in a British accent ¨well hello! Im steven! What can I do for you today?¨ he says with a smile as you continue to stare at those familiar romantic brown eyes. The eyes that would stare at you in between your legs, the eyes that you saw making you dinner on tired nights, the eyes that left you… alone and heartbroken. ¨uh miss are you okay?¨ Steven asks you curious and a bit nervous as to why you're staring at him. You swallow hard as you slide the candy over to him and give him 3.87 pounds as you continue to stare at him. Steven is nervous but as he looks down to put the cash away marc calls him from the reflected surface of a mirror nearby ¨ Steven do not talk to that woman…you need to just give her the candy and then leave¨. Steven looks at Marc confused as you suddenly speak ¨you said your name is steven? Is that correct?¨ Your eyes are blank and your voice is low and alluring as you speak to steven. Steven just nod as his nerves are getting to him as he hands you the candy. ¨well then steven… you must have a twin cause i used to know a fellow name marc who looks exactly like ya …you seen him lately..¨ you say as you stare down steven determined to figure out what the hell is going on. Steven tenses as you mention Marc as he stutters when he speaks ¨h- how do you know marc?¨. Marc calls out again in a stern but worried tone ¨ Steven dont… you dont need to know.. Stop talking to her!¨. You smirk as you lean forward ¨oh..he's just…an old friend..¨ you say as if the words are like honey on your tongue. Steven hears your words and is unsure of what to say next as he turns to you but before he can speak you give him your phone number. ¨heres my number steven…let me know when marc is around… tell him an old friend wants to speak to him.. Bye now..¨ you say as you walk away leaving Steven unsure about his feelings while marc is suddenly silent. That night Steven calls you. ¨ h-hello?..¨ he says nervously ¨hi steven…have you finally reached marc for me?¨ you say gently. ¨how do you know marc?...¨ he asks again a bit more strongly as he is determined to figure out how you know marc. You chuckle ¨he's an old friend…¨ you say slowly.

¨what does that mean?¨ Steven asks, unsure of how to proceed as Marc suddenly speaks to him from another mirror in Steven's home. ¨ dont steven…stop before you make this worse..¨ Marc says urgently, steven only moves the mirror away, dead set on figuring out who you are exactly. ¨it means what it means steven… now let me talk to marc..he must be near you if you called me¨ you say a bit annoyed. Steven chuckles a bit and mumbles ¨if only you knew…¨ . ¨what do you mean?¨ you asked confused ¨first you tell me who you are then i'll let you speak to marc¨ he says. You sigh as you say ¨i was marcs girlfriend? I guess you can say girlfriend but it was more of me being his entertainment…¨ you say with a bit of anger. ¨wait what?... Marc had a wife..well ex wife now..¨ Steven says deeply confused as it's only silence on your side of the call. Soon steven hears a laugh ¨the fucker was using me to cheat? Fuck! I guess I should've known..¨ you say in a surprised but hurt tone. Steven went quiet as he was unsure of what to say as he heard your voice again ¨who are you steven? Are you marc and have you just been fucking with me?¨ you say with anger as your voice is harsh. Steven panics as he quickly says ¨no no i'm not marc! You see we have DID.. which means i'm another personality of Marc’s …¨ steven says nervously as he just hears another round of silence from you. He finally hears you sigh as you say ¨i see…so can marc hear me and everything? I'm sorry if that's a rude question. I don't know how all of this works…¨ you say gently and with a hint of kindness. Steven smiles a bit being appreciative that you're worried that you're offending him by asking your question ¨he can hear you and don't worry it's okay to ask..it's better then just assuming.¨ he says gently. ¨i see…well steven did he tell you about us…like me and him?..¨ you say a bit nervously. “No he didn’t…he just told me about his ex wife…” Steven says with a slightly nervous tone “well would you like to know about me and Marc…” you say in a whisper as if the words were too much. “Steven, stop talking to her…you don’t want to know!” Marc says from another reflective surface as Steven ignores him and instead says “yes tell me…about you and Marc…”. You sigh “when I first met Marc I didn’t know he was married at all…back then I really thought it was just me and him…and yeah there was some weird stuff like he wouldn’t let me go to his place and such but i guess I was blinded by love that i didn’t really care to see any of that strangeness…” you say with your tone changing into a subtle sadness. You continued on “one day Marc just stopped…he stopped coming by, he stopped texting me, calling me, he stopped everything…”. “I’m sorry…” Steven says unsure of what else to say as Marc had gone quiet. “I truly did believe It was me and marc…” you said quietly. Steven sighed he was unsure of what to say as you cut him off before he could say anything “look Steven…it's fine” you hang up quickly leaving Steven with his head filled with confusion and silence from marc.

A few days passed and Steven couldn't get you out of his head. Marc had not spoken to him either and after learning what he did to you and his ex wife, Steven did fully believe that Marc would do that. Steven decided that he would have a chat with Marc and get all of this sorted out once and for all. ¨ Marc, can you hear me?¨ Steven said as he stared at the bathroom mirror waiting for marc. ̈ Marc, come on, we have to talk about this mate…¨ Steven said hoping Marc would finally show. A few minutes passed and Steven was about to give up when Marc finally spoke ¨you had no right doing that…¨ he said obviously upset. Steven turned to Marc in the mirror ¨I had no right? You're off your rocker for saying that! You had no right cheating on your wife with that girl! That poor girl had absolutely no idea that you were married and then you got up and left her?! Not to mention your poor bloody wife-¨ ¨ Steven shut the hell up!¨ Marc says loudly as Steven listens to him. ¨you don't understand-¨ ¨well then help me understand mate cause it seems you broke that poor girl's heart along with your wife… did she even know?¨ Steven asks while cutting Marc off. Marc sighs ¨of course she didnt fucking know steven…look…that poor girl your talking about her name is Y/N..and i loved her…I may still even love her…” Steven chuckles as he cuts marc off again ¨you love Y/N and yet you were still with your wife you wanker!¨ Steven says getting upset. ¨ Steven if you let me explain-¨ ¨no you're going to talk to Y/N tomorrow and explain all this bloody mess to her¨ Steven says as his tone is full of anger. Marc just sighs ¨fine steven..fine¨ he says with a frustrated tone as he leaves steven alone in his flat. The next day comes and You receive a message from Steven to meet him in front of the museum and that Marc will talk to you. You begrudgingly get out of bed and start yo get ready for the emotional storm that you were about to head into. You soon make it to the museum and see Steven standing there as you go up to him. ¨hey steven…so um…i don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything but how will i speak to marc?¨ you say gently and a bit nervously. ¨Oh we just switch out from the front..but before i give control to marc…just know everything is going to be okay..¨ Steven says gently and with a reassuring smile. You felt a bit of heat coming to your cheeks as you saw Stevens smile. Steven is different then Marc but yet that smile will always bring warmth to your cheeks as your lips curl up in a small smile ¨ thank you steven…¨ you say gently as you rest your hand on his arm gently.

You soon see his light and cheerful demeanor change into a tense and guarded demeanor as his face becomes tighter and his smile fades into a frown. ¨uh steven you okay?...¨ You say gently, a bit worried about what happened as you remove your hand from his arm. ¨Y/N…¨ was all he said as that chicagoan accent stopped your breathing as you immediately knew who you were with. ¨marc…¨ you said softly. You both just stared at each other unsure of what to say. You finally say “what the fuck Marc…” as you feel your rage take over your initial surprise. Marc just stayed silent, which only seems to anger you more. “You were using me to cheat on your damn wife and you made me believe that we were actually gonna be something together…do you realize how fucked uo this all is…and not make matters worse I met Steven and he ended actually making me feel better about the gaping hole you left in my heart.” You say angrily as you are dangerously close to him. Marc still was silent. “What the hell marc are you gonna fucking talk to me or are you gonna be silent…” you say annoyed. Marc looks at you…with those same romantic eyes…as you feel your knees weaken just by looking at them. “I’m sorry…” he said very softly. You look at him with all the hurt you’ve kept inside after he left you. “ you don’t understand what I have felt for years without you Marc….you don’t the anger the sadness the foolish hope that you’ll come back…and now all of this…” I say with a frustrated sigh “I don’t know what to do in this this situation….”I say conflicted. Marc just stood silently as his demeanor changed again to Steven’s light and relaxed demeanor. “Zoey?…” Steven asked carefully. You look at Steven again and give out a angry growl. “What the fuck! What the fuck Marc! Why won’t you talk to me!” You say with tears as you yell at Steven seemingly forgetting that he was Steven. Soon you felt warmth spread as you realized Steven was hugging you. As soon as you feel Steven’s warm safe embrace you just let out all the unknown tears you had for years as you cling onto him as if he was your only hope. You felt your heart beating again…it seemed it was beating for Steven…or was it beating for Marc? You were unsure…all you knew was that Steven grant gave the Best hugs.

[changbunnies]

Sugar (Outlaw 2) 18+

♡ Pairing: Cowboy/Outlaw!Changbin x Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: wild west au, cowboy/outlaw au, porn with plot

♡ Word Count: 7.5k (i got carried away lmao)

♡ Summary: Despite how terrible of an idea it is, Y/N can't seem to stop herself from continuously going back to the outlaw she let defile her. This is a sequel, and you can read part 1 here !

♡ Warnings: strong language, changbin is still mean and condescending in a "nice" sort of way. not as dubcon as part 1 but it is still a major theme, references to guns and gun fights, bounty hunters, and death + murder, discussions about morality + having a morally gray sense of right and wrong, discussions on purity and being impure / tainted / a "whore" (remember that this is a historical setting, and those views don't hold up! your worth as a person is not measured by purity and sex), their relationship is probs toxic lmao

♡ Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): references to part 1 and other past dubcon situations, petnames (darlin, sugar, sweetheart, good girl, baby. reader is also refered to as a toy once but not outwardly called one), power play, oral (f+m receiving), fingering (f receiving), orgasm denial, dacryphilia, unprotected piv, creampie

♡ Notes: a sequel to Outlaw that no one asked for but i was compelled to write :') as usual, if you’re interested you can check out my fic rec and feedback blog @stray-dreams !

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

no first paragraph before read more because it goes straight into a dubcon discussion and i don't want anyone who would be bothered to accidentally see it! <3 just click the read more and enjoy !

You really should know better. You should know it’s a bad idea to keep going back to the outlaw who violated you, who treated you like a toy, who’s sense of morality was gray at best and entirely nonexistent at worst. How foolish must you be to continually make the same mistake over and over again? To return to the man who treats you as an object suited to his needs and entertainment?

Yes, you really should know better. And yet, here you are again, with the object of your fury and desire standing before you with that signature smirk and amused glint in his eye. Because despite everything, you find yourself addicted to him. You seek him out, again and again, unable to resist no matter how much the rational part of your brain screams at you not to. 

The first time you met him again following that fateful first encounter was by coincidence. Changbin had strolled into your town as the sun hung low in the horizon, tying his horse to one of the many hitching posts outside your family’s saloon before entering. You didn’t notice him right away, much too busy serving drinks to the men on the opposite end of the bar from where he sat, but once your gaze finally reached his.. 

You froze completely, eyes wide and breath halted. His brow raised when yours eyes met, a delighted glint in his eye as his famous smirk overtook his features. Your mind and heart were racing, grappling between what you should do and how you will look if you make a scene out of him being here. He didn’t intend to stumble upon you here when deciding to settle in town for the night, but by God, was he glad this was the place he chose. 

He had noticed you first evidently, and was just waiting for the moment when you’d notice him too. And it was amusing seeing you so disconcerted by his presence, your strong persona faltering the minute he entered your space. He knew where your safe space was now, knew where you called home and where to come find you if he ever so chose to. You, the timid rabbit ensnared in a trap, and Changbin, the deadly hawk ready to devour.

You had to get it together, had to proceed as normal if you didn’t want someone else taking notice of your odd behavior and asking questions. If you were in your right mind, you could probably think of an appropriate excuse to why you were pushed off kilter, but Changbin left you anything but in your right mind. 

“What can I get you tonight, sir?” You said after taking a brief moment to steady yourself. The entire exchange of looks the two of you shared likely lasted mere seconds in reality, but it felt like an eternity. He smiled, a mischievous one that did your racing heart no favors, before he answered, “A bourbon, if ya please.” 

The night continued as normal for a time following that, with Changbin acting as a surprisingly well behaved bar patron. Though, the only reason he was well behaved was because his eyes were fixed on you. He watched in delight as you wrangled in rowdy patrons and ducked advances from drunken men left and right. It was fun for him; watching you in your element like that, navigating the clamorous saloon with ease and redirecting trouble with a well practiced stern sweetness. Even your rejections to your patrons were sweet, almost sickeningly so; batted eyelashes, rehearsed apologies and excuses, with empty promises of a ‘next time.’ 

Eventually it came time for the saloon to close, with locals shuffling through the streets back to their homes while guests from out of town had to decide whether or not they’d be paying for a room to sleep off the drink in. And it’s during that time that Changbin finally caught you alone, the door to one of the saloon’s secluded storage cupboards left ajar after you entered the room. 

You were just following your nightly routine, checking what stock you had left and taking note of what you’d need to get more of before the week’s end, when you heard the subtle squeak of boots behind you. “Hey there, darlin’,” he smiled as he closed the door behind himself, stepping closer to you after the lock clicked. 

“Changbin-,” your voice came out in a stern whisper, unconsciously taking a step back as he moved closer, though there wasn’t far for you to go in the small space, “Get out.” “Now, now,” he tuts, feigning disappoint as he takes another step forward, further closing the gap between you, “is that any way to treat a payin’ guest?”

“Regardless of that, you still aren’t allowed in here,” you scowled, but his grin didn’t falter; if anything, it grew larger, gratified by the brave front you were putting on. If it were with anyone else, your bravery wouldn’t be a front at all, because you certainly are a brave woman- just not with Changbin. With him, you’re weak, your spark diminishing the instant his eyes fall on you. And you’ll fight it, of course you will, but when all is said and done, you will give in. Because that’s just the effect he has on you. 

“If you’d rather we do this out in the hall, I’m fine with that,” he challenged you, knowing very well that’s the last thing you’d want. His hand reached up to your neck, pushing your hair behind your shoulder and exposing your neck. “It’s a shame the marks have faded,” he said, voice low as his fingers traced your skin, “what do ya say we bring ‘em back, hmm?” 

“Absolutely not,” you hissed, your hands landing on his shoulders as you tried to push him away from you. He stood firm despite your pushing, letting out a low chuckle as his fingers moved from your neck to your shoulder, and down the length of your torso. And to be fair, you weren’t actually using your full strength; you were holding back, and he could tell.

He’s familiar with how a woman who's desperate to get away will react- screaming, hitting, clawing; none of which is what you’re doing. And maybe that would make sense if you were the sort of person who’s fight or flight instinct was to freeze instead, but you're not. You’re brave, you fight, you don’t let men get the better of you.

So why is it that when it’s Changbin putting you in this situation, you easily relinquish control? Why were your attempts to put up a fight so feeble, as if you want to let him overpower you? The answer to that question is clear- the biting words and scornful looks doing little to hide the glimmer that hides underneath. You want him. And if you weren’t ready to admit that to yourself yet, he’d help you see it. 

He brought his face close to yours, foreheads just barely touching, the scent of bourbon strong on his breath. The saloon had grown quiet with the closing of the bar and guests retiring to their rooms, and it made you wonder if Changbin could hear how hard your heart was beating. Your eyes were looking to the side, avoiding his piercing gaze. 

Eyes that looked straight through you, eyes that uncovered your deepest, darkest desires with ease, eyes that left no room for secrets or lies. Those were the kind of eyes Changbin had, and he used the power they held to his advantage with you. You can’t hide from him; his eyes strip you bare, leaving you as transparent as glass. 

Whether you admitted to your desires or not, he’d be the winner. If you gave in right away, confess that he filled you with an impulsive need you previously thought impossible, he’d take pride in the fact that he made you that way. And if you fought, if you denied and rejected, you’d grant him satisfaction when you inevitably crumbled to his touch. Either option left you the loser, because he knows he’s right, and there’s no escaping it. 

A one-sided stalemate, where the victor was already predetermined. Your fate unavoidable, Changbin’s hold on your senses undeniable. He has you, and that's why you couldn't look at him. Because no matter how hard you denied it, the truth would be apparent. Much to your dismay, he sees you for who you are- try as you might, there would be no hiding it. 

“Look at me, sugar,” he said as his hand hiked up your dress. He wanted to see the expression you held, wanted to see how far your self determination had fallen. Whether it was a look of submission this early on, or a look of pure contempt, it wouldn’t matter; because either way, there’s fun for him to have with you. 

“What do you want from me?” you asked with eyes squeezed shut, voice beginning to tremble as his hand rubbed between your thighs. You’re not even sure why you asked, entirely; you knew this was nothing but a game for him, an addictive cat and mouse. He’s in it for the pleasure, for the thrill of making you crumble to his whims- it was as simple and clear as that. 

“Oh, darlin,” he cooed as he leaned his head further down, lips brushing against your ear, “you already know what I want.” Fuck. He could see goosebumps erupting on your skin, noticed the way you instinctively tried to close your legs together, though his hand instantly stopped the act from happening. Fun, he thinks. Toying with you is so fun.

“I want you,” Changbin continued, bringing his other hand to your face and forcing you to look back at him. “I want you pinned down underneath me. I want to hold you by the throat while I fuck you. I want to watch you become stupid from my cock.”

Oh, God. Your face was on fire, heart bursting out of your chest, hopelessly ensnared by him; caught in a trap you had no hope of escaping from unscathed. 

“I’m not going to let you do that,” you managed to say without stuttering, a feeble attempt to stand your ground, though the proverbial floor to stand on no longer existed. But with his hand nestled between your legs, you couldn’t hide the way your body reacted to his words; couldn’t hide the way arousal pooled in your underwear. Once again, your body has betrayed you. 

“Is that right?” he grinned as he spoke, the amusement in his voice clear. He knew you’d let him have you, but the fact that you were denying it makes things much more exciting. “I don’t think that’s true, sugar,” Changbin said, now directly rubbing over your soaked underwear, “I think you’ll let me do anything I want.. I think ya want me just as bad as I want you.” 

He was right, of course. Maybe you’d hide it for a time, but you won’t be able to resist for long. He’s frustratingly smug and assured, but it’s not without reason. Your self respect, your dignity, your purity- what had become of it? In blatant terms, it’d been ruined- forever marred by his touch, the damage to your body and mind irreparable. And whatever you could reclaim from what was left has been forever tarnished by your own actions. Tainted by your desire for the man in front of you, your thirst forever unquenchable, the very sanctity of your being in the hands of a criminal. 

And in the end, he fucked you right there, in the small, tucked away storage cupboard, with your back against the wall, and legs around his waist. His strength held you up, his arms hooked under your own and supporting all of your weight, your desperate noises muffled only by clamping your hands over your mouth.

He made regular visits to the town after that, becoming a loyal regular of the saloon, charming staff and other patrons alike with his wit and allure. It was infuriating watching him play the role of a simple wanderer looking for work, his true nature and motives known only to you. No one else seemed to know what lied underneath the charming front. The worst kind of man, a manipulator through and through, a deviant who beckoned you to his room in the late hours of the night, the proprietor to a secret affair not yet uncovered by those around you. 

However, he couldn’t hide his identity forever; his past actions eventually caught up to him when a gang of bounty hunters began to sweep the area with wanted posters in hand, eager to collect the reward for the head of Seo Changbin. He left town in a blaze of smoke and gunfire, shooting back at anyone who dared follow him.

You were relieved at first, knowing that Changbin couldn’t return without instigating a fierce gun fight for his life. But as the weeks passed, a gnawing feeling began to eat away at your chest. The bounty hunters moved on, carried by the promise of wealth further west, and yet Changbin hadn’t returned to town. And that was a good thing- or at least, it was supposed to be. 

Did you.. Miss him? No, that was impossible. Completely unfeasible, utterly out of the realm of possibility. That’s what you told yourself, but the gnawing feeling doesn’t recede in the slightest; if anything, it grew stronger with each passing day. Did you really want to see Changbin again? No, it had to be the hormones talking- surely you weren’t actually hoping to see him again. He twisted your beliefs and made you confused, that’s all; you could recover from this with time. 

But you’d been thinking a lot lately about what made Changbin different from the bounty hunters that hunted him, and you came to the conclusion that they weren’t much different in the end; they went wherever money and women called to them, a penchant for violence ingrained in the very essence of their actions. The only difference between them and Changbin was that he didn’t live under false pretenses or a faux sense of morality; he knew exactly who he was, and he didn’t pretend to be anything different in front of you. 

And can you call yourself morally superior when at the end of the day you are still taking a life in exchange for money? Can you really say that one sin justifies another? Is it okay to kill someone if that person was in the wrong first? You didn’t think about these things until you met Changbin, and if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know where you stood anymore on whether or not someone like him deserved to die. 

You found yourself questioning the people you used to applaud, and wondering if you were really as good of a person as you thought you were. Maybe these complicated feelings always lied within you, and all it took to bring them out was meeting the right person.

No, it was all Changbin’s fault that you’ve begun to feel this way. He warped your thoughts and desires, he made you doubt what you once held firm to, he’s bad for you.

But even so, knowing he’s bad for you, knowing that he makes you act irrationally, knowing that he triggers your deepest impulses, you are here again. Back in the place you first met him, the place you once called home, surrounded by the ghosts of your past, of the person you were before you met him. 

“So we meet again, darlin’,” he said when your figure first emerged in his doorway, tense frame instantly relaxing when met with the sight of you, hand falling from its readied position on his gun holster. You are no threat to him, hungry for his touch as you are. Any threat from you would ring hollow, because for better or worse, he knows you. And you're certainly capable of a lot of things, but fighting against your basest desires doesn’t seem to be one of them. 

You stepped inside fully, trying to have a nonchalant air about you, though you’re sure Changbin was able to see through it. He always reads you easily, always takes notice of even the most minute of changes in your body language. You’re sure that even now, he can sense the subtle shy anxiety that wells under the surface. But regardless, you’re here now, having come too far to retreat at the last minute. 

And you know that he knows what it is you want, knows why you are here, but should you still be honest? Debase yourself by admitting your most carnal of desires? But at this point, what were you if not tarnished? Your worth can’t go any lower than it already is- you were already brought to your lowest point, so what was the harm in indulgence? If you were already ruined, why shouldn’t you disregard all you’ve ever been taught, all you ever thought you knew, and let him devastate you? 

But no, you can’t do that. It would be too easy, and if there’s anything you’ve learned about Changbin, it’s that he doesn’t like easy. He wants you to stand your ground, he wants you to argue and fight against everything he says and does. He wants your eyes angry, for your voice to tremble with indignation, because it’ll make it that much better when he dismantles you. 

He wants to be the object of your ire, for your resentment to build to the point of eruption, only for it to be eclipsed by how good it feels when he fucks you. Whether or not you truly hate him is up for debate at this point, and ultimately doesn’t matter much. What does matter is the fun you grant him, the cat and mouse game culminating into a moment that can only be described as pure bliss.

“I know, I know. Ya want me to fuck you, don’t ya darlin’?” He smiles as he says it, anticipating what your reaction will ultimately be. A glare maybe, with your face hot and red, or mousy as you finally admit openly how bad you want him. While the looks of animosity are his favorite, he likes the shy looks too; the timid expression on your face when he catches you off guard, a quick glimmer of embarrassment or sheepishness before you can conjure your antipathy to replace it. 

“No. I want to fuck you. And you’ll let me,” you say, hoping to come across as confident and stern, “You’ll do whatever I want you to do.” “Oh? Is that right?” Changbin lets out a laugh, head tilting as he grants you another amused look. That’s certainly a surprise, but he’s not opposed to it. He can easily do that- give you a taste of control, that is. It’s an interesting proposition; a fun one. 

He can let you believe you’re the one in charge, that you have the power to make the rules and that he’ll follow them. And maybe he will follow them- to an extent, of course. He’ll give you his ‘yes, ma’am’s’ and ‘whatever ya say, darlin’ ‘s, play the role of the obedient man cursed to follow your whims, hit you with tongue-in-cheek remarks and let you ‘tame’ him with harsh looks and biting words when he steps out of line. All so that in the end, when he easily takes all the control away from you, it’ll be that much sweeter. 

It’s a fun game you’re offering him, so he’ll play the hell out of it. “Sure, sweetheart. You’ve been a good girl for me, I can give ya a reward,” Changbin smirks as he says it, clearly not taking you seriously in the slightest. But that’s okay, because you didn’t expect him to; you knew any attempt to wrestle control would be met with an amused smirk, you knew that none of your harsh words would do anything but fuel his delight. 

The reason you’re doing this isn’t to try and gain some sense of control that you know you won’t be granted, and you don’t intend to make him genuinely submit to you; it’s just part of the game between you, and you’re doing your part to make it the most enjoyable it can be. Because if you’re addicted to Changbin, if you can’t escape the way his touch makes you feel, if you can’t get past the need and craving for him, then you need to make him just as addicted to you. 

Just as your thoughts are consumed by him, you want his to be consumed by you. Think of only you, crave only you, make it so that no one else in the world can compare. You want to be the first person, the only person, he goes to when he wants to fuck, you want to be the drug in his veins, you want to eat away at his self-control the same way he eats away at yours. 

Changbin could easily fight against your touches, stand firm in place and overpower you if he so chooses, but he’s letting you push him to his knees. “Oh, this is what you want?” he asks with his usual smirk, his hands already moving under your dress to squeeze at your thighs. “You could’ve just asked, sweetheart. I’ll do it if you ask me nicely.” 

You roll your eyes, letting a scoff escape your lips. The only way he’d listen to a request from you is if he relentlessly teased and embarrassed you first. You can easily picture the way he’d grin at you, and the condescending tone and words he’d use to make your fists tremble and skin flush. Yes, even if you asked nicely, begged sweetly, or even desperately, he’d use it to ruin you. 

“I’m not asking,” you say as you pull your dress up and over your head, tossing it to the floor beside you, because if Changbin is going to be between your legs, you want a full view of it. Rather than act though, he stays completely still, looking up at you with a lifted brow and not at all subtle smirk, as if to challenge you. A look that says ‘aren’t you going to make me?’ 

You bring your hand to his hair, tugging roughly as you pull him closer to your center, commanding him to get started. “So pushy, are you always this needy?” he teases with a laugh, but adheres to your demand nonetheless, wasting no time in letting his tongue out to lap at you, his hands now squeezing your thighs rougher than before. 

Your previous affairs were a secret you held close to your chest, as you knew you’d be branded a “whore” if it was known you’ve had sex whilst unwed. That being said, you’d only done the act with those you had serious interest in. Sweet men, who treated you like an angel, with the utmost care and consideration. Careful touches and soft kisses that were carried through all interactions with you. 

When they ate you out, they did so sweetly, with slow kitten licks and gentle caresses to your thighs. And it was nice, you even thought you liked it at the time, but you know that’s not what you want now. Everything about Changbin is different from every other man you’ve been with, and you want this moment to be different too. You want him to devour you, to make a mess of you, to make you feel a pleasure so foreign and intense that it consumes you. 

And that’s exactly what he grants you- a pleasure so explosive you have to bite your lip to hold back the noises that threaten to leave you. The drag of his tongue can only be described as euphoric, and when his lips wrap around your clit and suck, you can’t help but let out a loud, shuddering gasp. You want to keep watching him, but you can’t- your eyes refuse to stay open, the pleasure much too intense to do anything else.

He can tell you’re close when your thighs start twitching, quick breathy pants and whines leaving you freely. And that’s when he gets an evil idea- an idea that will make you desperate and whiny, one that will rip any semblance of control out from your hands and place it back into his. A strong suck on your clit, a few quick flicks of his tongue, your body trembling as your mind screams close, close, close- 

And in an instant the feeling is gone, all the built up pleasure receding into nothing. A frustrated whine leaves your lips, looking down to see Changbin staring back at you with that stupid fucking smile he has every time he successfully drives you crazy. “F-Fuck, you fucking asshole, you-” you prattle off insults, though the act does nothing but add to the satisfaction he feels; this is exactly the reaction he was hoping for. 

You move your hand to the back of his head, pushing him back to where you want him and demanding that he keep going. And to your surprise, he does, though not without a muffled snicker first. And if your mind wasn’t so clouded by the desire to cum, you might have realized what his intentions were by going back in without a fight, but you didn’t have the mental capacity for that any longer. All you knew is that you wanted, needed, to release all over his tongue. 

Changbin goes through the same motions as before, expertly building you up to your release, getting you so, so close, before pulling away again right before you can. Another frustrated, high pitched whine leaves you, hips stuttering in an effort to feel something, anything to bring your release to you. You look down at him again, eyes glossy from the tears welling in them, and fuck, that look really does it for him. The pretty look of aggravation mixed with desperation makes his cock impossibly hard. 

You try to push him to your center again, but this time he resists, staying firmly in place and watching the way your expression twists into one of near anguish with an amused satisfaction. “Changbin-” your voice doesn’t come out anywhere near as stern and commanding as you wish it to; instead, his name leaves you as an urgent, desperate mewl. “Aww, poor thing. Ya gonna cry?” he mocks you, head tilted and an infuriating grin plastered on his face.

Fuck. You knew it wouldn’t be long until Changbin flipped the script and put you back at his mercy, but this soon? And he didn’t know whether you were genuinely vying for control or not, if you went into this with the intent to fight until the bitter end or if you were resolved to relinquish it after some time; what he did know is that he loved seeing you like this. Broken almost, resolve crumbled like a sand castle hit by a wave, so weak and ruined, all because of him. 

“Want me to keep going?” he asks in a tone that is almost sickeningly sweet, another twisted smile of satisfaction on his face. You nod frantically, a shameless display of your need, and he smirks, answering your reaction with a condescending, “Why should I?” Another whine, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as indignation and desperation eat away at you. 

Changbin coos when he sees the tears fall, another “poor thing” leaving him. Funny how he’s the one on his knees, yet is the one entirely in control. You beg wantonly now, countless utterances of “please” and “i need it”, all sense of restraint and shame seeming to have evaporated the moment your tears began to fall. The display makes his cock throb in his trousers, erotic beyond words, utterly enthralling and so pretty. 

“Shh, that’s enough darlin’,” he says as he takes one of your legs and guides it over his shoulder, fully ready to support your weight and keep you standing for what he plans to do next. You keen when his tongue finally makes contact with you again, body shuddering as your head lolls back. One arm snakes around the leg not propped up on him, squeezing at the flesh within his reach, while the other moves between your thighs, fingers prodding at your entrance for just a moment before sliding easily inside. 

He gives you no time to adjust to the thickness of his fingers, setting a fast pace with them from the very start. Your eyes roll back, a cacophony of lewd noises filling the space as your high quickly builds back up for the third time. Between the earlier denied orgasms, the relentless pace he’s setting now with his fingers and the way his lips feel wrapped around your clit, you’re already dangerously close.  

Your fingers tangle in his hair, both as a means to ground yourself and to keep him as close to you as possible; and it only takes a few more thrusts of his fingers and flicks of his tongue to send you over the edge. You cum hard, Changbin’s body and hold on your leg being the only thing keeping you upright as the waves of pleasure course through you. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your entire body shaking, with the only noise you’re capable of making being sharp gasps as your release spills on his tongue and fingers. 

You sink to the floor when he moves back and lets you go, legs akin to jello and no longer able to support your weight after having what was easily the most intense orgasm of your life. Your eyes are still closed, breathing labored as you try to bring your mind back down to earth. Changbin meanwhile rises to his feet, being the one to look down at you now. 

It’s a pretty sight; your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, tear stains on your cheeks and body flushed. But it could still be prettier, and he knows exactly how he wants to achieve that look. “Open your eyes, sweetheart,” you hear Changbin’s voice call to you from above, and when you do you’re met with quite the sight. 

His cock is in one of his hands, trousers having fallen to the floor around his ankles. You must have been too lost in your haze to hear him unzip his pants, or to hear the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor. You look up at his face next, taking in the expectant gaze he’s shooting at you. 

You’re half tempted to say no, to make a big show out of protesting and coax him to put you back in your place, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want his cock in your mouth right now. It’s not often you’re granted the pleasure of sucking him off, as he usually he goes straight into fucking you after he’s done with his merciless teasing- so you’ll play the good girl role, just this once.

You shift to be fully on your knees, opening your mouth wide for him and letting your hands rest on his thighs. He brings a hand to the back of your head, pushing you the rest of the way when you hesitate, ensuring you take the entirety of his length in your mouth in one go. You gag when the tip touches your throat, but Changbin’s hand holds you in place, preventing you from instinctively retreating. 

The way you're looking up at him through your lashes, eyes glossy with fresh, unshed tears and nose touching his pubic bone- it’s enough to drive him wild. But he won’t lose it just yet; he’ll grant you a small kindness by giving you a few moments to adjust, to familiarize yourself with the feeling of his cock down your throat and learn how to breathe through it. He can’t let his favorite toy completely suffocate on him, after all. 

He sets a brutal pace once he’s sure you’re adjusted, sparing your poor throat no mercy. You can barely even hear the low groans he lets out over the salacious sounds leaving your mouth and throat. It’s a struggle not to choke and sputter every time he thrusts back into your mouth, and each failed attempt causes the tears on your lashes to spill over. 

The saliva that has pooled in your mouth escapes out of the sides, sliding down your chin and dripping onto your chest. You can’t help but squirm as he holds your head in place, your nails digging into his thighs as you try your hardest to ignore the growing ache in your jaw and effectively breathe through your nose. You can feel his cock twitch against your tongue as his pace becomes the slightest bit more sporadic, and for a moment you think he intends to cum down your throat, but he doesn’t. 

He pulls out instead, a subtle smirk on his face as he watches you take big, gulping breaths to allow air back into your lungs. You wipe your face clean with the back of your hand before you look up at him, knowing he’s far from done with you. He takes you in his arms, helping you rise to your feet (though you doubt he’s helping you due to any sort of caring, and is only doing it to get you where he wants you faster.)

“Come with me, darlin’,” he says as he leads you to the bed with him, paying no mind to the unsteadiness in your legs as you try to keep up with his pace. Changbin sits first, pulling you onto his lap immediately after. You already know what he wants, but you can’t- your knees ache from the time spent on the hard floor, and the usual strength in your legs has all but evaporated.

“Bin-” you start to whine, complaints lingering on your lips, but he tuts before you can even begin to speak them. “What’s wrong, sugar? Didn’t ya say you wanted to fuck me?” Fucking asshole, throwing your words back at you and looking at you with that devilish smile. He should know you weren’t even that serious about it! He’s just being cruel. “I can’t, I-”

“You can,” he interrupts, guiding you to align yourself with him, “You will.” His hands are holding your hips, another expectant look on his face as he waits for you to sink down on him. “You’re so fucking mean-” you cry, body trembling as you lower yourself onto his cock. He just grins, knowing very well that if you truly hated how mean he was, you wouldn’t have crawled your way back to him. 

Your pace isn’t all that fast given the ache in your knees, but contrary to what you’d expect, Changbin doesn’t scold you. Instead, he cups your face under the chin, directing you to look at him. “So sweet, aren’t ya sugar?” he smiles, thumb rubbing your cheek while his other hand stays firmly on your hip, “such a brat sometimes, but you do whatever you're told in the end, don’t ya? Such a good girl when ya want to be, huh?” 

You should be ashamed of the way his words fill your stomach with butterflies, but you truly can’t help it. He knows what he’s doing too; knows how to drive you absolutely crazy, knows how to be mean in just the right way, so that when a praise hits your ears it affects you all the more. 

However, despite your best effort, you can’t get your legs to cooperate with you any further. Your legs feel so heavy, and having your hands firmly placed on Changbin’s chest for support does nothing to ease the unsteady trembling. It’s a subtle sort of humiliation- making you do something he knows is near impossible in your current state.

The tears are welling in your eyes again and threatening to spill, frustration in your gut and exhaustion completely taking over your body. Your legs throb from the exertion and fatigue, your energy beyond spent, you can’t keep going. Your pace slows to a near stop, and you look at him pleadingly, teary eyed and pouty, a silent beg for his help. 

He knew you wouldn’t be able to do it for long, but he made you do it anyway, because this is what he really wanted. He wanted to watch you turn into a pathetic, whining mess, he wanted to relish the look of anguish on your face. He has to be cruel to you, because the end result is always so addicting. 

“Tell me what you need, baby. Need my help? Need me to fuck you?” he smiles sweetly as he asks, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. You nod quickly, leaning into his touch that shouldn’t at all be comforting but somehow is in your near-delirious state. “Use your voice, sweetheart. I gotta hear you say it.”

God, he loves when you get to this point- where all anger and shame has been replaced by the overwhelming desire and need you feel for him. You’re babbling out pleas over and over, and he takes a moment to savor the sound of it before shushing you. “Hush now, darlin’, I’ll give ya what you want.” 

He flips your positions easily, you landing on your back against the mattress and Changbin now hovering over you. You stare up at him as he sinks back into you, the sight of him making your heart race. It’s infuriating how handsome he is, especially in moments like this, where sweat lingers on his brow and his jaw clenches. 

Changbin is good at acting unaffected by you, always able to make it seem like he’s not at all enthralled or addicted, always making your need for him appear one-sided. But the truth is he needs you just as bad as you need him, because in you he has finally found his perfect match. You wanted him to crave you solely, to look for you and only you, not knowing that he already was. 

He didn’t seek you out all those times after your lucky re-encounter because it was easy or convenient; it’s because it was you, specifically. He’s no stranger to brothels and bordellos, nor to the coy advances of working women. There are countless women in the world, countless establishments he could spend his coin at to satiate himself, but they weren’t you. All he wants and all he needs, the very picture of perfection, you. 

He leans down, capturing your lips in a sensual kiss as he starts to thrust in earnest, and the act makes your stomach twist. He’s kissed you before of course, but only ever with the intent to tease or humiliate you, and never while his cock was inside you. And you don’t know why, but it feels good. He can tell you like it too, by the way you clench around him, and from the way a pleasured noise he’s never heard before leaves your throat. 

He keeps his lips attached to yours, tongues sloppily rubbing together. His fingers dig into your hips as he fucks into you, his tight hold leaving indentations behind in your skin. Changbin curses under his breath when he pulls away, both of your highs quickly approaching. You’re squeezing him so tight, and the feeling of your nails digging into his skin is intoxicating. 

“Fuck, ‘m so close-” he groans, pace quickly becoming more sporadic. And this is normally the point he’d pull out, letting his cum spill between your thighs or onto your chest and stomach, but.. He looks at you, and all he can think about is how you’re his. He wants no one else to have you, no one else to touch you, no one to even look at you the way he does. 

So instead, he pulls you in even closer, your chest firmly pressed into his as he presses his lips to your ear. “Gonna cum in you darlin’. You’d like that, right? Want me to fill you up?” You gasp at his words, one that transitions into a moan as your arms and legs wrap snuggly around him. It’s a bad fucking idea, but you want it so bad. 

Whatever the consequences are, you’re too far gone to care about them. You want him to claim you in all ways; his teeth, his nails, his cum- it didn’t matter, so long as you were his in the end. “Y-Yes, please, I want it,” your answer comes out between shuddering inhales, desperate and eager for Changbin to release inside you. 

It only takes a few more thrusts for him to spill inside you, the sensation of his cum shooting in you both foreign but good beyond what you ever could’ve imagined. His hips don’t stop moving even as he cums, and the continued thrusts paired with the feeling of being filled up for the first time sends you over the edge too, body convulsing in his hold as pure pleasure fills your senses. 

You’re both breathless when you finally come down from your high, body going limp as you release Changbin from your hold. He pulls out slowly, and fuck, the sight of his cum dripping out of your hole is utterly intoxicating; he’s definitely going to become addicted to it. He lies next to you when he’s done admiring the view, looking at your face next with a subtle smile.

“What do ya think about being my lady? Hmm, baby?” he asks as he pulls you in, pressing your body into his as his arm wraps around your waist. You blink as you process it, a sort of warmth overtaking your body as the question settles in you. “...are you serious?” you can’t help but ask, unsure if this is going to transition into some sort of tease if you say yes or if the question is genuine. 

“Dead serious, darlin’,” Changbin answers easily, his smile the most earnest you’ve ever seen it to be. Not at all condescending, no trace of a humiliating remark waiting to be said; he’s simply asking you a question, with nothing more beyond it. And he wouldn’t say it’s love that drives him to make you his, because genuine love is a foreign thing to a man like him, but this is likely the closest he’ll ever get. He just wants to know you’ll always be there, that you’d follow him anywhere he goes, that no matter where life takes the two of you, you’ll belong to him and he’ll belong to you. 

And fuck, it’s a really bad idea. You really, really shouldn’t- you should know better. So why are you entertaining the idea? Why does the thought of spending your days with someone so objectively terrible make you so happy? He’s really fucking ruined you, it seems. He’s a terrible man who does terrible things, he’s a criminal, he’s a manipulator- your immediate answer should be a resounding “no.”

But the truth of the matter is that Changbin makes you feel like no one else; infuriated but desired, broken but simultaneously put together. You’ve come to enjoy the dynamic you have with him; you now understand the fun in the back and forth, the pleasure to be had in the banter and fight, how impossible it is to let someone who matches your energy go. 

A life with him would surely be a life of turmoil, of danger and of risk. But it would also be one of pleasure and unforeseen excitement. Your life was good before meeting him, but it was also dull and predictable. You were likely to spend your whole life in the same place, forever at the beck and call of your parents, or a man that while sweet, wouldn’t excite or please you the way Changbin does. If you say yes, your life will change forever. 

No, that’s not quite true; your life already has been forever altered by meeting him. You’re already his, and this is nothing more than a formality. Because why else would you be here right now, if you weren’t already his? For better or worse, you belong to him, body and soul, and you’ve come to realize that nothing will change it.

“Teach me how to use a gun and I’m all yours,” you finally say, and Changbin laughs, clearly pleased with the answer you came to. “You got it, darlin’. Just promise ya won’t shoot me by the time we’re done.” “No promises. I’d be careful if I were you,” you smile, tone light and playful.

“Is that a threat, sugar?” he meets your smile with one of his own, tilting his head to the side as he always does when he’s amused. “Sure is. Don’t pretend you don’t deserve it,” you answer, and he laughs again, pulling you into a kiss afterwards. Body to body, limbs tangled together as you smile at each other, he thinks about what a perfect partner in crime you’ll be from here on out.

[dindadjarin]

A Chance Encounter – 1

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn!reader 

summary: what happens when a mandalorian walks into your mechanic job in Ferrix asking for a spare part? well you help him of course, and try not to develop a crush.

an: ok, so this is something my clown brain came up with after watching Andor. I kept thinking about a 25-ish year old Din Djarin who’s starting to make a name for himself as a skilled bounty hunter, but isn’t very skilled yet. He gets his razor crest damaged and happens to find Ferrix as the closest planet. Like I said, I’m a clown. I hope you like it. This is supposed to be a 5ish part story but it’ll depend if it’s actually good/liked lmao.

Masterlist — • — Part two Part three part four

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“I’m heading out for lunch!”

 “Okay!” You shout over your shoulder, eyes focused on the datapad in front of you. You were just finishing up signing for a new shipment that just got delivered to Bix’s Salyard.

 “You sure you’re not coming along?” Bix asks you, even though she already did several times in the last 5 minutes.

 “No, I’m fine for now. Have fun!” You tell her, raising your voice and smiling even though she can’t see it. “And thank you.” You say to the delivery man who brought the boxes in.

 He left them in a pile near Bix’s office, one on top of the other. The shipment is full of second-hand parts that arrived after many delays. To say you’re excited is an understatement when you can’t wait to inspect and organize them. The back door to the main garage is open and cold wind comes through it making you shiver even while wearing a thick sweater under your work overalls.

 A second later you walk to the boxes, ready to take the one from the top, but it turns out to be heavier than you thought it would be. Your knees almost buckle under its weight, just as the sound of footsteps comes through the open door. Your first thought is that Cassian has dropped by to ask Bix for a favour, and your voice is strained from the weight on your arms when you speak.

 “Just a moment!” You say, maneuvering the box to an empty corner of the garage, but it becomes lighter a second later as the person who walked in takes half of the weight from you. With the new help –probably Cassian’s– you place the box down in the designated place and turn to your left to thank your helper.

 “Bix isn’t here, Cassian.” You say, wiping your hands on your overalls. You look up and come to face to face with the dark visor of a Mandalorian helmet, “Oh you’re not Cassian.”

 Awkwardness creeps up your neck. The man in front of you wears red and well-worn beskar armor, an Amban rifle behind his back. The shop’s lights reflect off his shiny helmet, the one part of his armor that looks the newest, maybe because it’s not covered in paint like the rest. You first thought is that he is probably a bounty hunter, but you don’t let any of your intrigue show on your face. Instead, you put on a smile. “Thank you for the help. What can I do for you.” You place your hands on your hips and assume a more relaxed stance.

 “I’m looking for a part.” His voice is smooth despite coming from the modulator in his helmet, it’s got a deep tone to it –but young. Not that you can be sure though since you can’t see his face. His short reply is followed by his open palm that shows you a round piece of metal, less than 4 inches in diameters –it has a scorch mark by the edge where a chunk has been chopped off.

 You take it from him and inspect it. “One of your capacitors got shot.” You state, looking from the part to him. “I’m guessing your nacelle got damaged too if this is busted.”

 The Mandalorian only tilts his helmet ever so slightly and you smile, amused.

 “Well, I think I have one of these lying around here, lucky for you. Ships rarely have this specific type of capacitor anymore.”

 You turn from him, scorched part still in your hand and move towards the back of your workshop where you have 5 crates full of trinkets and incomplete parts. One of them is labeled Engines and as you start to look through it you can hear the Mandalorian’s heavy boots trail behind you. “I’m guessing from this part alone, your ship is pre-empire?  Maybe a LAAT?”

 “Razor Crest.” The modulated voice says which makes you look over your shoulder to him.

 “That’s a sweet ship.” You go back to searching for the part –it’s only a couple of minutes until you do. “Aha! Told you I had one.”

 “How much?” He asks.

 You stand and turn back to him, eyebrows furrowing in the middle. “What do you mean? I still have to go and fix it.”

 The Mandalorian leans his weigh on his left leg and tilts his helmet again. “I can do it.”

 You chuckle at this, “Yeah right, and the nacelle?”

 “It can fly without it.”

 “Hmm, I guess you’re right.” Your shoulders move up and down in a shrug as you sidestep him and walk back to the open garage door –your voice trails behind you as you continue to speak. “It will fly, with your engine and capacitor exposed to the elements, an easy target for any shot. But that’ll only make your engine blow up. Nothing too bad right?”

 There is a long sigh behind you, and even though you should know better than to annoy a Mandalorian, you can’t help but laugh quietly. He has a Razor Crest, a frankly amazing antique you’ve only heard and seen few pictures of, you’ll be dammed if you didn’t get to see it in person. Even better: fix it.

 “What’s that going to set me back?” The Mandalorian’s voice comes out slow, like he is considering changing his mind and let you fix it.

 “Tell you what,” You smile at his visor again. “You let me fix your ship and I won’t charge you.”

 His helmet tilts, and you’re almost sure he’s thinking Are you serious right now?

 “I’m being serious. Fixing a Razor Crest is payment enough.” You hold the new part up again and wave it around. “What do you say?”

 A long sigh, then an even longer pause.

 “Sure.” He finally concedes and you feel your face light up, even when you know the man in front of you is probably rolling his eyes.

 “Alright.” You say with another shrug, as if you aren’t excited beyond words for the opportunity. “Let me get my toolbox. You can grab a piece of scrap metal from the back, I’ll need that for the nacelle.”

 It takes a couple of minutes, but in little to no time the two of you are walking out the garage door that you close on your way out. The Mandalorian holds the piece of scrap metal under his arm as if it weighs nothing, which surprises you. You’ve seen the garage’s staff struggle with pieces like that even when they have help. You keep your toolbox on your right hand and point at his leg with your left. You feel bad that you didn’t notice he was almost limping from the angry cut on his right leg. You could have offered him a Medpack.

 “That wound looks painful. Rough bounty?” You ask him as you walk to the shipyard. It’s a tough bet to assume he’s a bounty hunter, but from the rumours and stories you’ve heard, there’s nothing you do know about Mandalorians. They keep their word; you know that much.

 Another sigh from the beskar-clad man. “Not really.”

 “Oh.” Is all you say, fixing your gaze straight ahead, that is until the Mandalorian speaks again. Unprompted.

 “There were others after the same bounty.”

 You nod your head, understanding the hunter’s predicament. “They’re the ones who shot your capacitor.” Out of your peripheral you see him nod. “I can tell you’re not much of a talker… sorry for the questions.”

 Before either of you can say anything else, the shipyard comes into view, and in the far side you can spot the Mandalorian’s ship. A shiny and beautiful relic of the time before the Empire. You approach it slowly, with barely contained excitement, and drop your toolbox in favor of running your hand over the hull.

 “Woah.” You gape at the shiny ship, looking over the yellow designs on the side. “A pre-empire ship, I’ve never seen one up close before. She’s perfect.”

 “How did you have the missing part then.” The Mandalorian’s tone is almost curious.

 “So I can be ready should the opportunity to see one present itself, and it did!” You smile over your shoulder as you walk around the ship, taking it in until you spot the hole on the left nacelle and the incomplete capacitor. “Here we are. See, you’ve got to fix the nacelle otherwise your capacitor won’t stay in place.”

 You open your toolbox and take out your gloves which you put on quickly so you can get to work. The Mandalorian walks behind you and places the piece of scrap metal on the ground.

  “You’re not just going to stand there, are you?” You ask him, digging your hands into the engine and taking out the capacitor to fix. “You gotta help me out, so next time you can do it yourself. Something tells me you’ll need it.”

 The Mandalorian chuckles, and it makes you glance at him with a grin. He has a sense of humor under that armor then. He then helps you get up to the engine; with his hands one on top of the other, palms up, he gives you the push upwards that allows you to climb on top of one of the nacelles. Moments later, the Mandalorian takes a ladder out of his ship and uses to pass you your toolbox and linger close to where you begin your work.

 You use a screwdriver to take apart the capacitor and clean the new spare part on your overalls before putting it in place. As per your request, the Mandalorian hands you the screws and bolts that you need until the part is put back together.

 “You live here in Ferrix?” He asks you while you concentrate on your work. So he does talk, just not all the time.

 You nod once, securing one of the main bolts before you speak. “Yeah, for a couple of years. I showed Bix I was a good mechanic and she hired me to help her, have been here since.”

 The Mandalorian doesn’t ask anything else, and silently hands you whatever too you need to continue your work. It remains like that for a few more minutes, and you enjoy the silence –it’s not uncomfortable, it feels like the opposite.

 Once happy with the fixed capacitor, you grab it with both hands and place it back in the designated compartment inside the engine.

 “Even if it’s secure here,” You motion to the two bolts that are holding the piece in place, “The nacelle is what keeps it safely attached to the engine. It doesn’t give it room to move forwards or backwards.”

 You look over your shoulder at the Mandalorian’s visor as you speak, pointing and the things worth noting and getting a warm feeling on your chest when you notice he is paying close attention to your every word. It’s almost like he likes new knowledge, and somehow despite not being able to see his face, you can tell he’s focused on what he’s learning.

 “Can I ask you something?” You say, while put some tools away and take out the ones you need for the next part. “I know you must get this question a lot of times but I… I genuinely don’t know.”

 “The helmet.” Is all the Mandalorian says, and you nod your head.

 “What happens if you take it off?” You ask, securing the last bits of the engine in place.

 “I would be breaking my Creed.” He explains, his voice gentler than you were expecting. You imagined he would be annoyed with you.

 “You wouldn’t be a Mandalorian?” You pause your work to look at him over your shoulder.

 “This is the Way.” He nods once before he looks away.

 You nod in understanding, trying to imagine what you would feel if you were in his shoes but quickly going back to work. “Can you bring the scrap over?”

 A few moments later, the two of you move back to the ground and together to cut and bend the piece of scrap metal to the ideal shape that would cover the exposed space in the engine. You use your torch to heat up the metal and the Mandalorian uses one of your hammers to shape it. Then with the help of your stick welder, you attach it over the scorched hole. It’s almost an hour of hard work, but the end result is as satisfying as all of your other repairs. You’re impressed by your skills, and you show it with an proud look up at the engine.

 “Well, I guess my work here is done.” You tell your companion while you gather your tools from the ground and place them inside your toolbox again. “Looks as good as new.”

 “Please accept some credits for your work.” The Mandalorian starts to reach inside his pocket, but you shake your hand. He sighs, exasperated.

 “Work?” You wave his words away with a bat of your hand. “Please this was like a holiday, and it means more experience in my pocket. Thank you for letting me fix it; it’s a real life classic.”

 The Mandalorian nods, though it’s not without reluctance, “Thank you.”

 “You should get your wound cleaned up too, you know.” You glance at the cut on his leg. “There’s a market two streets down and to the right, if you need supplies.” Your hand motions the direction for him, pointing at the streets you’re referring to.

 “Thank you.” He says again. “You’re very kind.”

 “You’re welcome. Get the Meiloorun pastries while you’re there, they’re incomparable.” You smile, taking your toolbox in one hand and offering him the one that’s free. “Safe travels.”

 The Mandalorian nods and shakes your hand once. The leather of his gloves feel rough and worn out on your skin, almost like your own when you put them on. He lets go of your hand and you smile one last time, knowing he will be very pleased with your repairs.

 Knowing Bix might be back from her lunch break, you decide to head there to leave your toolbox before you grab something to eat. The thought of inviting the Mandalorian for lunch appears briefly in your mind, but you squash it down quickly. He can’t take his helmet off, how would he eat in public? You shake your head to yourself and smile when you spot Bix opening the boxes you had left behind.

 “Guess what?” You ask her, putting your toolbox down by your station.

 “You went on that much needed lunch break?” She raises a stern eyebrow, always concerned with the way you put your own needs second.

 “Nope.” You risk a smile as you shake your head. “I fixed a Razor Crest, Bix. A real one!”

 “What?” Bix turns from the box to face you. “What was a Razor Crest doing here?”

 “A bounty hunter needed a repair.” You shrug, toning down your joy and satisfaction from a job well done. “Want any help?”

 “Yes, actually.” Bix smiles, pointing at the door. “Go get some food, please. You can’t check out these parts if you pass out.”

 “You and your lunch breaks, Bix.” You roll your eyes but smile at her as you make your way to the door. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

 The streets are busy with the rush of people coming and going from different cantinas and food stands around the garage. You’re quick to spot a short line of people to your favorite stall and join the queue until it’s your turn. The old lady –Cateea­– who handmakes all the food tells you about her day as you sit down and eat your lunch next to her. She tells you her daughter is now engaged, and though she’s very happy for her, she will miss her terribly once she leaves.

 “She’s going off-world?” You ask her, a frown pulling at your lips.

 Cateea nods, sadness glazing her eyes, but she shakes it off her features as she takes another order. “Nothing else we can do about it. She’ll visit often though.”

 You offer her your brightest smile. “Of course, she will. Look at the lovely company and food she’ll have waiting for her here.”

 Cateea chuckles at your words and after a few minutes you bid her goodbye, knowing you must get back to work. You can’t help but look around as you walk back to the shop, trying to spot a shiny helmet standing out from the crowds, but no such luck. Stop it, no crushes allowed.

Once back at Bix’s Salyard, you move towards the back where your workstation is, spotting Cassian talking to Bix in her office on your way. Everything is just as you left it earlier, except for a leather pouch and a small paper bag that now sit on your desk. You take the first and find more than a handful of credits inside, while the paper bag contains two Meiloorun hand pies. The Mandalorian. You must give him credit for his persistence, he got the last word in the end, and though he shouldn’t have, you’re grateful for the extra credits that’ll add to your savings to get off-world.

 You find yourself smiling as you gaze down at the two items, wondering if you’ll ever see the intriguing man again.

part 2

[daimyosprincess]

Hoi I love your works and stories. I would love to write boba fett but have no idea how. Any tips for first time boba fett writers ?

ksjflfjfdksujslfj anon thank you so much 💖🥹😭

I am but an untrained, babey writer myself but I can tell you how I crafted my approach to writing Boba!

Step 1, be obsessed with Boba Fett since childhood, grow up, rediscover your love for him and Temuera Morrison as a slightly unhinged adult.

What hopefully is not just pure rambling below the cut

I watched The Mandalorian (specifically Boba's episodes in season 2) and TBOBF a concerning amount of times, and scoured Tumblr/AO3 for fics of our fav green tin can man. Got comfy with the character, figured out what drives him, what his motivations are, what his worldview and outlook are like. Essentially, my process boiled down to the following:

Immerse myself in the source content

Read, read, read & comment, comment, comment

Talking to the authors who inspired me (like you're doing now!)

Just started writing any and everything that came to me

Read some more, commented some more

Kept writing, saved everything

Got feedback

Now obviously everyone will have their own interpretations of a character, but to me, much of Boba's outlook and personality are defined by the death of his father. He is an intelligent boy raised with love by one of the galaxy's best bounty hunters, who teaches him not only about survival but also honor, respect, and personal responsibility. Jango was far from perfect (as we all are) but he did genuinely love his son and didn't hide that from Boba.

Besides the obvious trauma of seeing his father beheaded in front of him, Boba experienced a lifetime of further trauma that would have easily made him go back on what his father instilled in him. He was angry and he was alone during this time, his motivations being centered in anger and inexorable control (as seen in his drive to keep his reputation as a hunter stellar). To him, others were a liability, caring about anyone would only lead to pain. Boba burned bright and hot, but ultimately this path was not sustainable.

After the sarlacc and his time with the Tuskens, Boba was able to grow past the shadow of his father's death--there were different ways to honor his father than just being the best. He could heal himself, lead with respect and principles that harken back to his grandfather's code (whether he knows that or not), live a life that didn't have to end on some pointless job for the galaxy's scum. Boba relearned the importance of clan, that one cannot face this existence alone. Daimyo Boba now burns strong and even, fed by hearty logs rather than dry kindling.

Some posts I found helpful in characterizing Boba:

Boba's love language is acts of service by @thefact0rygirl

The spectrum of dom/general sexual behavior in Star Wars men by @rexxdjarin

Me and @rexxdjarin's comments on her Afflictions fic

Post

Post

Boba is funny send tweet

Boba's got a way with (written) words

Boba and words 2

Post

Boba is the sun

Post

Boba's relationship with being Mandalorian by @deewithani

There's obvs many more but these are the ones I could find again

I hope this was what you were looking for (and coherent lmao) and best of luck with your writing! We all can't wait to see what you come up with for our beloved Boba 💚

No pressure tags if some of these other Boba writers (and anyone else!) want to add anything to this: @rexxdjarin @thefact0rygirl @saradika @acatalystrising @thirsty-boba-fett-posts @bobathirstaccount @deewithani @writingwintermoon

[spacelizzbian]

Ahsoka s1ep7

That guy be like: false Jedi? Witches?? Space whales??? In my star wars?¿?¿? Unheard of.

Respectfully, please stop wasting precious time from these last two eps on this new republic nonsense 😭

Omg please let it be an audio recording of Leia saying "fuck off" in pg way

Do you think Carrie Fisher would've been on this show as a cameo if she could? Would've loved to see her say fuck off (in a pg way)

You can tell Ahsoka hasn't put these recordings on in forever...the little bow?

She be healing 🥺

I also like the tone Ahsoka used in "he was a great master" cause you get the sense that she mourns for him.

Idk I think that's a neat way of her moving forward regarding her feelings on Anakin/Vader (though I still wish they acknowledged it more in ep 5 but I'm still chewing on my thoughts on that whole episode)

Ahsoka really out there pretending she doesn't give a shit if they're in the wrong galaxy lmaooo such a troll, I love her

NO ARE THEY SHOOTING THE WHALES?!?!

NO STOP NOOOOOO

IF I SEE A WHALE DIE I WILL CRY I LOVE WHALES SO MUCH

The relief I felt when they all jumped thank god

Poor Morgan, she's so aware of the nonsense the good guys get away with when defeating their foes but she comes off so paranoid in universe. Doomed by knowledge of star wars' silly narrative quirks 😔

"Put her on a path of her own choosing so that no matter what direction she takes, we'll always be one step ahead of her"

That makes no sense

Just cause Thrawn says it and it's briliantly acted does not mean that was sound logic 💀

Huyang is me, I too find it bs that they sensed Ahsoka coming for their asses via space whale

Love how Ahsoka and Thrawn are out here playing 3D chess while Sabine and Ezra are just vibing in these big pods lmao

"The emperor died" "that's what people say"

Ahaha don't remind me of that, I will start biting

Omg Sabine being so offended and Ezra being so confused has me in stictches haha

Same bro, wish they showed us how exactly that happened

Fellars, when she says "it's complicated" she means "I saw my master get murdered before my very eyes and disregarded the last thing she said to me all in a desperate move to find you"

WTF WAS THAT SHOT TO THE SCARY WITCH RIGHT AFTER AHSOKA IS LIKE "I SEE HER" 💀💀

Sabine upon seeing Shin and Baylan: "NYO" 😡

Baylan, tf do you mean Shin's path leads her in a different direction?!?! All I've gathered from the 5 lines of dialogue she was allowed is that she wants to be on top, secure.

She did not seem too keen on joining the witches and sees the Empire as a means to an end. What's stopping her from just outright joining the new republic if you leave her on her own?! Seemingly the only thing stopping her was her connection to you and your teachings, ya dingus.

I like this show, but this makes no sense for the characters they've set up, why wouldn't he take her with him so they can both wield the ancient superweapon?? 🙃

Wait. The raiders in this whole different galaxy shoot normal ass blasterfire?¿?¿?

Come on, that's so boring

(They do look cool if not like normal star wars bounty hunter types)

Huyang is such a little shit, honestly his banter with Ahsoka has been one of the highlights of this show for me. Especially now that Ahsoka seems to have regained some of her original snark spark

DEAD ASS

Ahsoka dropping out of that ship RIGHT where Baylan is, IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT 😭

He really be like "huh, was sure I killed you 🤔"

"The Force is my ally, it's all I need" very Jedi of him, Kanan would be so proud

That shot of the hermit alien headbutting a raider with a pot is my fav thing ever

Yooooooo, seeing the saber actually lose some of its form when being pushed back with the force was sick

That piano 👌

Did Huyang just know Ahsoka was in trouble and instinctively thought "guess I'll shoot flares at her" 💀

Ahsoka is riding a space wolf, Filoni can finally rest

Sabine getting flipped was such a funny shot

Fight choreo go weeeeeeeee

Ok this guy really embodies Ezra well, this is EXACTLY how he would bs his way outta this pickle lmao

Props to Shin, if I saw Ahsoka barreling in like that smirking like a real psycho I'd have noped the fucke outta there instantly

Did Ahsoka just kick a hand that was swinging a lightsaber at her?!?!?

Truely deranged behaviour, pop off queen 😌

Why did Thrawn have a whole ass ppt prepared 😂

Ah yes, time, the thing I feel like this whole show did not know how to spend correctly

I can feel this season ending on a cliffhanger, I don't even know if a second season was announced beforehand but ain't no way all of this is concluding satisfyingly in one more ep

Ahsoka seeing Shin looking like a wet stray cat and going pspspsps is so her

Not Ahsoka being 110% aware she must be immortal or smth and using that knowledge for trolling 😂💀

That was such a good hug omg

And the laugh?!? I dont think she's laughed since rebels 🥺😭

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 12 !!!

buckle up batchers we're in for it 😬

The Bad Batch 1x08

CROSSHAIR BACK FINALLY !!! I missed you grumpy toothpick man 💕

idk why but Rampart gives me the vibe that he can't swim and I just wanna gently shove him off a platform on kamino and just see what happens

Wrecker teaching Omega about bombs 🥺 then he just goes 'lmao now you try' 💀

"OBVIOUSLY NOT THAT ONE" brooo 🤣

his laughhhh I love you Wrecker

"I failed my first disarming test too" ~ Wrecker bby... is that how he got his scars? 🥲

Omega: "Wrecker says he's got it under control" Tech: "that's not comforting" PLS- 💀

ECHO HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE ??

oop well his chip has been removed but I'll keep counting I guess, just for funsies, Wrecker hits his head count: 9?

mom and dad are arguing again

Hunter 🤔 face

wait why did I never notice that they all still have their lil bandages on 🥺

Tech: "the power's back on" Wrecker: "yeah we can see that" lmao me yesterday @anonymous-galager 😅

"Come here beautiful" ~ Wrecker kissing bombs

mom and dad are arguing again

Omega is Tech's little helper 💕 it's giving handing your dad tools and holding the torch as a kid

idk why but I like that you can see Tech's chin under his helmet when he looks up

I wanna sit in a glowy kamino chair

Tech: "Crosshair won't be able to detect us, I'm blocking their scanners" Hunter: "that won't stop him" Crosshair: 'we won't be able to detect them they're blocking our scanners' 💀

REGS 💕

Tech and Echo scheming in plain sight hehe

Omega trying to be Crosshairs voice of reason too 😭

Crosshair steps forward the slightest bit and Hunter steps fully in front of her asjfoapaldue

"aim for the kid" CROSSHAIR NO 😡 *squirts with water bottle*

I find it interesting that when Crosshair says that, Hunter pushes Omega behind him, but he also turns around, almost as if he's not expecting Crosshair to shoot Omega first, he turns back to look at the regs first before moving again to face Crosshair

and still none of them fire...

Hunter picking Omega up again and diving on her 🥲

lol I love that Wreckers first instinct to being shot at with fire is to throw an explosive at the dude

Tech helping Omega into the engine chamber 🥺

Omega: "I've never been inside an ion engine before" Wrecker: "it'd be weirder if you had" 💀

Wrecker shoving Tech BRO

I think it's interesting that when Crosshair shoots at them, he only shoots AT them. we all know he doesn't miss and he is nowhere close to actually getting Tech or Hunter with that shot 👀 just thinking out loud

"try again Hunter" he is just taunting them

Wrecker: "what about plan 7?" Echo: "plan 7 has nothing to do with this situation whatsoever!" he is so done 💀💀

absolutely adore the shot of all their hands grabbing explosives 💕

Hunter bent down to give Omega a boost up and Tech caught her and held her up !!! = Hunter just threw Omega to Tech 😂

Hunter covers Omega with his body again 😭

Crosshair's scream when he realised what was happening I- 🙃🔫

Wrecker catches Echo 🥺

Hunter bodily catches Omega 😭 "I've got you" ~ Hunter 😭😭😭😭

HUNTER WAS HOLDING ONTO HER THE WHOLE TIME THEY WERE FALLING

Crosshair immediately collapsing 😫😭

rip CT-8508 ily

oh look it's my favourite blue bounty hunter toothpick cowboy twink

lmao Cad Bane calling Hunter "son"

Omega reading Hunters hand signals 🥺

"That's unfortunate ... for you" ~ Cad Bane (s2 Tawni Ames 👀)

I can feel the hatred in Hunters eyes through his visor ooooo he mad

I can't deal with Omega's scared scream sobs 😫

Todo you're fine hush

"Little lady" hehehe

CROSSHAIR BROKE HIS LEG AND HIS ARM AND BURNED HIS FACE (and probably his lungs) I hate it here 😭

are we gonna talk about the Hunter POV groggy wake up visor cam scene??? *sigh* no, next time

Wrecker grabbing Omega's bow 🥲

Wrecker getting defensive immediately thinking Crosshair took Omega 😭

NO TBB OUTRO MUSIC

welp I am getting increasingly more stressed for s3 creeping up on us and me running out of time for my rewatch lol

I'm gonna do a few episodes a day now so these posts might start getting boring if they're not already lmao

thanks for joining friendsss 💕💕💕

[thenocturnenarrator]

Spoilers for ftfo chapter 30

I decide to put my thoughts here as well :b

1. NO PARTS??? NOOOOOO

2. Wait what. What Paps are yo- ooooh you’re a bounty hunter! OH NO YOURE A BOUNTY HUNTER

3. Thank you XGaster, this is very appreciated

4. I kinda wished Cross had been taken to the omega timeline with Ink :’(

5. CROSS YOU MANIAC STOOOOOOP

6. Welcome baaaack Ink! Let me introduce to the worst situation in your life!

7. GENO? GENO WHERE ARE YOU YOU FOOL??.

8. Oh hello! Undyne

9. *Fell Gaster walks in* KILL HIM HILL HIM WITH FIRE

10. You tell them Ink! Heck yeah! Your family is good just a bit corrupted xDDD

11. HE IS LITERALLY PANICKING LET HIM BE

12. Poor Ink, trying to seem not nervous while the machine is just like BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP XDDD

13. What is going on out there?

14. XDDDDDDD ASTER LMAO OOPS MY MAN YOU ARE AMAZING XDDD HE JUST ENTERED ASSAULTING PEOPLE I LOVE HIM XDDDD

15. Geno: his DADSTER ME: OMG OMG OMG ITS CANON HE HAS BEEN ADOPTED

16. It’s funny that Ink was just as surprised as I was about the adoption xDDDDDD

17. Ink: what the hell is going on right now?

18. Aster giving ‘you want to fucking go? Try me beach!’ Vibes lmaooooo

19. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DONT WORRY INK YOUR DADSTER LOVES YOU UNCONDITIONALLY UHGCUYGFUYF

20. LETS GOOO YES ASTER PROTECT THE CHILD

21. Everyone is copying Cross lately…. Nightmare with his self hatred and Ink with the but why are you forgiving me? They should leave that stuff to unconscious Cross

22. Geno: don’t worry Ink, I can see everyone here sucks

23. Geno not understanding why they are doing this to Ink is so adorable!! It reminds me of ink at the start of this fic…

24. YAYYYYYY HE IS GETTING TRANFERED TO A BETTER HOSPITAL!!

25. To where Dream is…. :0000 yayyyy?

26. Also, can the annoying cat guy just die please?

27. Hehe I love Toriels, always so protective when it comes to children. BEAT HIS ASS TORIEL! >:D

28. Geno please keep Ink save tfuygvuhgv

Aster: adopts Ink

Geno in his mind: do you want to adopt me too? You are so cool xD

[dapper-shipping-forever]

Wrote a bit of when all the top bounty hunters are together, though only one of the others appear. Featuring protective, and pretty oblivious, Vash lmao

Here's the post about my T.rigun bounty hunter characters. Just the basics for more background of this story (beep)

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He approached her with his long, purposeful strides. His lips pulled back in an arrogant, wicked grin, slow and cruel. His pale green eyes bore deep into her own gaze.

Maleficence stood inches from Gill, towering above her. Her friends all tensed behind her. She couldnt see them then, but she got the feeling they were all just waiting to step forward and teach this dude what people who mess with this team deserve. But Gill held open her hand low at her side, a silent request to not interfere. This man was a thorn in her side and her annoyance to handle too.

"Well, ain't this exciting." He drawled in that dark, penetrating voice. "The two of us are gonna be part of a team together again. Can hardly believe it's finally happening why it's cause to celebrate."

Gill grimaced, a hand on her hip. "The only celebrating I'm gonna do about this is when I no longer have to be around you."

He faked some hurt. "Come on now, belle, no need to be coy to me. How long's it been? Since our previous partnership. You hadn't been troubled to work together then."

She flexed her fingers, gripping her hip tightly. "Yes, because I hadn't known the full extent of your cruelty then."

He chuckles. "Mmm, I promise you, you haven't seen the full extent of it." The fact he seems proud of that just makes her tense further. "But I'm grateful. You deciding not to take that money gave me a great lil payday from that bounty. I take it as a token of your appreciation for the partnership."

"It wasn't a token of shit." Her body trembles in rage. She hated talking to this guy. She wanted to keep herself rationale but the reminder of the violence he caused brings it fresh into her mind and she finds the words spilling out from her throat. "We had them already, we had them captured without any harm done to them. There wasn't any reason to murder them the way you did. None at all." She growled low. "I wasn't taking that cash."

"I was collecting a bounty. Nothing specified they couldn't come back full a holes, and sure 'nough they hadn't given a second thought when paying the dough then." He crosses his arms; that grin hasn't moved.

She levels him with a glare. "You're a piece of work, Maelstrom. Ain't nothing gonna make me want to be in a partnership with you."

"Yet, currently we are." He reminds her, smug as all get out too.

"Only temporarily, though." She adds. "We're getting far away as soon as we're done here."

He mocks her with another chuckle. "Man, and with how much I like you. You're too entertaining to just let walk away."

She'd rather not think of that bastard finding her for his amusement. "Feelings not mutual; I'd rather not be associated with utter scum."

There's a new shine to his eyes. Something like a predator eyeing some new prey. He leans a little further towards her. "Ya know, you always do act this way, like you're in some way superior to me, but I've got something that you just can't get." His grin reveals his glinting canines in the low lighting. "I know exactly who I am. Yeah, I am a murderous, cruel, violent piece of work, real scum sure." He draws his gun, juggling it's weight. "I know the reason I use this gun, why I shoot it; everything that's lead me here is something I controlled. But you can't say that. You got no clue who you are, and you're just running around with those little guns of yours because you got nothing better to do with this fragment of a self. If you've got nothing behind ya, how are you supposed to decide for yourself what's right and wrong or what you want to do with your frail self? My actions are my own and I have no qualms with them, because I know who I am." He uses his gun to tilt her chin upwards, forcing their faces inches apart as sneers and stands without flinching at his mockery. "And what about you? Hm, little girl? Who are you; who's love hunter?"

She has no response, because a part of her can't fight his piercing words; the cool metal of his blood soaked gun burns cold on her chin and she only thinks about how there's shadows where her memories should be. She can't say anything to fight him. She actually hasn't got any idea who she is. She's clawed together this identity since waking without any background, but she has no clue if this is who she honestly actually is. She could've been ruthless too. She could've hurt somebody. She could've hurt many people. She could've been anyone. Right now she's just no one. She hasn't got any idea right now, not a single idea.

Before she can try and respond, the cold feeling on her is gone and her view is entirely blocked by another dark coat covered in dust. She realizes who it is. Vash, heavily disguised in his loose dark coat, low hat, and scarf concealing his face, pushed his way between them without saying anything.

Maleficence turns his predatory stare on the stranger. His eyes narrow, just a little as he analyzes him in full. "Have something to say about our conversation conversation, boy?" He asks him.

Only Vash's blue eyes, hard and striking, are visible. "I just think," He says, low. "You shouldn't talk to a lady like you're doing." His hands haven't moved towards it yet, but at his side his hand hangs by his gun.

Saying nothing, just staring, Maleficence regards the disguised Vash. The team holds their breath, wondering if he'd recognize him, wondering if he'd decide to try and shoot him anyway, and his silence ends with a chuckle. "My apologies." He tips a pretend hat to them. His gaze peeks around Vash to see Gill as well. "Have a swell day, y'all."

They watch quietly until Maleficence leaves the room. He leaves without another word to the team.

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Vash let's loose a breath, disturbing some particles swirling in a sun beam. He's finally free to take off that mask and breathe easy now that they've split from the other bounty hunters for now; it was feeling stuffy.

He looks out the open window of this empty room; dust covered as it may be its also nice to have privacy for a while. Sat on a cracked bit of stone is the first chance to relax he's had. The only person in the room other than himself currently is Gill, standing across the room to clean her guns free of sand. She brushes a decently clean white rag on their outside. Vash could feel a different air about her since their chat with Maleficence before.

He's been debating saying something to hear. The words seem to evade him now, though; he could tell what he said had burrowed into her thoughts and stuck, that whole conversation leaving its mark. He wanted to make it all better, it was like a burning desire pressing at him, something bubbling inside of his throat; if he could erase the hurt he saw from what he'd said, Vash would.

He ran a hand across from his mouth along his chin, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs. His hat had been removed already and hung from his prosthetic fingers by the brim.

"Thought he'd keep bugging us; cant stand that guy, idiot." She grumbles, breaking the silence after a few minutes of it.

He can't quite look at her; his fingers slowly rub the felt between them. Though, they can't properly feel its texture either. "I've never met him before; can see where your complaints are from now, though."

Gill wipes the cloth along her gun. She pauses with a quiet, heavy sigh. "Why'd you step between that?" She asks him.

He knew she had been thinking about that the whole time. To avoid being discovered, he'd tried his best to stay in the background around the host of bounty hunters, but he couldn't stop himself from standing out in front of Maleficence. That's alright. "If I stayed back he would've just kept going like that." He looks out the window while he speaks.

He imagines the way she fidgets with her gun, hearing those chains clink. He's noticed that he's developed a habit, a sort of knack, for guessing what she's doing whether or not he can currently actually see her. He supposes he just knows her little habits and facets of how she behaves by now. It comes with how much time he's spent around her, and it's natural to pay close attention to a treasured friend. He hears the worry in her voice. "That was risky. He mightve clocked you; if he had he would've told the others and had you pinned in that room." The fact that Maleficence's violence is well established is unsaid but known.

Vash is quiet as he thinks. She's right, but he can't find any part of himself that believes he should've done differently. "I couldn't let him talk to you like that." Actually it was that he refused to let anyone talk to her like that.

"But you could've been hurt from that." She tries to make him see just how dangerous that was to do.

"The danger in it isn't what matters." He lowers his head, not quite bashful but speaking in a soft voice. "I would do anything for you." Without hesitation either.

He can see her as she pauses in place, body tensing. His sincere words effect her immediately and she blushes, face cast towards the floor. She takes a bit to say something to him again. "That was dangerous." She mumbles quietly, almost somewhat sad. "But, saying that," she continues. "Thank you, Vash." Now she's looking at him with a, small and genuine, smile.

He smiles for her. She definitely isn't just gonna forget what he did, but she's not angry. "Like I said, anytime." He chuckles to try and lighten the mood. "No one messes with my favorite bounty hunter without a word from me."

She fake pouts. "Your favorite bounty hunter; is that it?"

He raises his hands in his defense at that. "Hey hey, you know you're more ! You're my wonderful friend Gillian and I wouldnt ask for a better companion than you, if that were possible, which its definitely not ! You're more important to me than you know !" Incredibly important, actually. "Besides, just think of just how many bounty hunters I've met; that's a compliment in itself, out of all of those being my favorite."

She scoffs and chuckles. "Yeah, because I'm basically the single bounty hunter not after your ass."

He laughs and shrugs. "Well maybe that's part of it." He jokes lightly.

She shakes her head, thoroughly amused. "You're something else for sure y'know, darling."

Vash scratches the back of his neck, glad she's back to joking with him. Something in her words sticks, though. Perhaps it's an odd thing to get this fixated on, but it's something he'd thought of before but never sit in the front of his thoughts and never asked about; but, now he asks. "Hey, Gill, can I ask you something real quick?"

She turns her head towards him. "Yeah, of course." She prompts him.

He almost backs off, but after a pause presses forward. "Why do you call me darling?"

She freezes where she stands. "Um, hm?" She gets out.

"Well, I know you've called me it for a long time," He continues. "But I just haven't asked why before. I'm just curious." He's not sure why he's shy, asking this question that's harmless.

She seems to think. "It's just a nickname." She looks away.

Vash notices her evading her question, he leans closer, more insistent now. "But, you haven't called anyone else darling; I've only heard you use it on me. And you haven't given the others nicknames. Why only mine?"

Her shoulders hunch. Silently, she sets her gun on the table with its twin. Silently, she faces him. She walks a little closer and crosses the room, until she's behind him. He's confused, until he feels her arms wrap around him as she kneels on his impromptu seat. He tilts his head and looks back, her arms settled atop his broad shoulders. She gives him a quiet smile. "You're just special to me is all, darling." Silently, she flexes her fingers in the only unseen indicator that there's more weight to that confession than she conveys out loud currently.

He stares at her, swallowing what feels like something lodged inside her throat. "Then, should I have a nickname for you?"

She laughs. "Technically, you have one."

"Yeah, but that's not anything different than what everyone calls you. And love hunter won't count too." He protests.

"You haven't had any different nicknames for me the whole time we've been traveling like this." She reminds him.

"I know." He frowns; he's never had anyone who's he's allowed to be close to him before her, he's never tried creating a nickname for someone until thinking about it now. Maybe he could use her's? He blushes just considering calling her it; the casual way she says it always makes him flutter inside a bit too.

She hums sympathetically. "Tell ya what, darling," it's like there's extra emphasis on that nickname there. "You can think about it, and if you decide on any you like, I'd be happy for you to use them for me whenever you wanna."

He thinks about that a bit. "Alright, sure. That sounds good."

She gives him a squeeze, and before he can question his actions he realizes he's leaning back into her. He wonders just why he felt as protective of her as he does, why it felt different than when he just wants to help people whenever there's a chance. He thinks about nicknames andaffections. He just cares about her, a lot actually.

[alkalinefrog]

MAN so i was thinking about how you draw Hijack, but it used to be Death Note, but now all I can think about is the idea of an Inuyasha-type au, like a portal between worlds kind of vibe.

This just appeared in my brain and I needed to share with someone who enjoys both Hijack and anime, I hope you don't mind haha. Feel free to ignore if you want to!! :)

I tried to think of a DN au for Hijack just now but neither of them are horrible enough people to fit into the DN world LMAO

YOU KNOW WHERE THEY WOULD FIT THO??? NARUTO.

Just as there was a sort of expectation put on Tobirama and Naruto to lead due to lineage, Hiccup would be assumed as next in line to be Hokage in the Land of Fire after his father Stoic (dude like even in the second movie they carve his head into a mountain on Berk it’s perfect). All the villagers are super skeptical of this scrawny book-smart academy student who can barely throw a shuriken straight and gets his ass handed to him during spars.

But lo and behold, when the academy does an intro-to-summoning jutsu class, little Hiccup surprises them all — he’s the first ninja in three hundred years who can summon DRAGONS. At least, we think it’s dragons, the first one he summoned was this tiny black lizard looking thing with no teeth.

Years later, Hiccup has grown into a fine young jounin with his go-to summoning companion, Toothless the dragon. The pair of them dubbed the “Night Furies of the Leaf”! But disaster strikes, and Stoic gives his life to save the village from their invaders. Hiccup steps up as the youngest Hokage in history at just eighteen years old.

So at this point you can guess how wary the village would be to any outsiders — and how unwelcoming they are to this blue-eyed, white-haired refugee from the Land of Water stumbling to their gates.

It hasn’t even been a week after the attack when Jack, the last known descendant of the Yuki Clan, known for their famous ice-release technique, comes fleeing with like ten bounty hunters in tow. Every village he’s run to has turned him away, fearing the “curse” his bloodline brings. The border guards are about to deny him when Hiccup and Toothless swoop in and fold those ten guys like a ninja-lawn chair.

Despite everyone’s protests, Hiccup welcomes Jack to join their village and even offers him rank as a chunin ninja. Everyone’s like wtf dawg and shun the outsider, ignoring Jack and pretending he doesn’t exist.

Jack’s used to this since his clan was ostracized long before he was born, and plays pranks on people just so that they notice him. The last straw is some rather “inspired” graffiti on Stoic’s mountain face, and Hiccup assigns him to be an academy teacher to keep him in line. However, to everyone’s (except Hiccup because he’s always believed in Jack) surprise, Jack takes to the job like a duck to water — he LOVES kids!! All the students flourish under his gentle guidance and have so much more fun going to school! Slowly but surely the village warms up to him.

Eventually he gets promoted to jounin given his talents and assigned his own team of genin (you bet Jamie’s in there) because of how great a teacher he is.

However, he gets very reckless when it comes to protecting his students, and ends up in the hospital a lot for overdoing it on missions. Hiccup reprimands him constantly and definitely only visits him in the hospital to make sure he’s learned his lesson and not because he’s fun to talk to and is genuinely so kind and has really pretty eyes and wait what was he talking about, he lost track.

ALL THAT IS TO SAY yes I enjoy Hijack and anime, thank you for swinging by with the fun ask I hijacked (hehe)

[midnightcreator12]

Lmao imagine Leo getting in some stupid shit accidentally and getting a bounty set on him for that planet.

Getting random yummy ideas in the middle of the night and my family's asleep and my friends too so I can't text them but then I remember tumblr and I got u. Cool, that somewhat rhymes. Nice, usually my head is a war zone at night, anyway, bye!

You know, funny thing is, most bounty hunters in fiction have, at least, passive knowledge of each other. Meaning Chula's rep of 'I WILL fuck you up' would be infamous....except to new hunters.

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Leo had learned a lot about Chula over the last couple of months. And one of the first things he learned were her non-verbal commands.

They weren't hard to puzzle out and the most important ones were simple. Head tilts or open palms pointing when she wanted him to go a certain way, a closed fist held up when she wanted him to wait, that same upturn fist opening in a silent command to attack.

And if she put her hand on him suddenly while they were out and about, it meant something had caught her attention.

That touch would go one of two ways after that. If whatever it was turned out to be nothing, she would pat Leo's shoulder, his shell, his arm, wherever she'd put her hand on him she'd give a reassuring pat before drawing away. A silent 'false alarm, we can relax now'.

But sometimes, her hand would tug him closer, pull him as close to her as she could get him without being too obvious.

Like right now, in a pretty sparse ship depot. Neither had planned to go far, just explore around the station to stretch their legs and breathe fresh air while the ship was getting a refuel.

And then Chula had pulled Leo close enough so she could hook her arm protectively around his shoulders, shielding him from whatever had tripped her alarms.

The gesture would look casual to any outsider. Just Chula playing around.

Leo kept jabbering away to truly sell the casualness, like nothing was wrong as he pressed himself closer, letting Chula guide him so that she was in a better spot to shield him. He tried to look around inconspicuously, tried to pick out what had put Chula on edge-

He jumped when the sound of a laser gun went off, people screaming and scattering around them as Chula suddenly jerked forward and sparks burst around the back of her helmet.

She stumbled, both arms moving to shield Leo as she regained her footing. He heard her huff and then mutter, "Oh, they're new."

Leo opened his mouth to question what she meant but she suddenly moved away from him. He watched as she spun around the panicking locals and beelined for a cloaked figure.

They were short and Leo couldn't make out features at first. But Chula was upon the aggressor in seconds and slammed her fist into their chest.

The hood fell away as they stumbled back from the blow, showing a somewhat human face, if you ignored the blue skin and the spots. He wheezed and gasped loudly as he tried to get air back into his lungs.

Leo almost felt bad for the guy as Chula loomed over him, her voice almost casual as she asked him, "You wanna rethink this job buddy?"

"Frelll," the guy wheezed as he finally lost the fight to stay standing and dropped to his knees.

Leo dared to move closer then, but he stayed firmly behind Chula's arm as he peered down at the wannabe assassin, "Dude, did you rupture his spleen?"

"He's fine," Chula huffed. "Just green."

"He's blue though."

Chula chuckled, the sound low and raspy through her helmet, and crouched to be on eye level with the guy, "Either way, he should really know better than to try and take a shot at me."

The dude finally seemed to get his breath back, raising his head to glare at Chula, "You don't scare me! I'm taking that lil freak in for more credits than- ACK!"

He didn't finish the sentence.

The second he'd snarled 'freak' at Leo, the air had shifted. The guy didn't notice but Leo sure as hell had. Chula had been playing before, trying to scare the pants off a new and shiny bounty hunter.

But when it was clear that he was, one, after Leo, and two, had stooped to name calling. Well, Leo wasn't surprised when Chula's hand snapped out, massive palm fully circling the guys neck and squeezing.

She spoke again, voice much lower and the drawl of her accent a lot thicker, "If you ever come near me or my kid ever again. I'll string you up on my ship like a shabbin' rathtar carcass as a warning to every other new hunter that thinks they're a big shot. He," she jerked her head towards Leo. "Is off. Limits. Understand?"

The guy tried to nod, but he could only get the tiniest of movements out with Chula's hand pinning him like a bug.

Leo absently wondered if the guy was turning a dark shade of blue out of fear or because he definitely couldn't breathe properly.

Chula stood back up, letting the guy dangle for a moment.

Then she dropped him and fully turned back to Leo, "Right, where were we?" She was back to her normal level of 'accent that Leo couldn't quite place' and definitely grinning under her helmet.

Leo shrugged, "Looking to see if anyone in this station has good food?"

"Right, right, let's try that way, hm?"

Leo nodded, happily falling in step next to Chula as they left the newbie hunter retching on the floor.

And if he maybe leaned a bit closer to Chula as they walked, no one was there to call him on it anyway.

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There's this one-shot I made, The Brumation Incedent, that the antag of tries to kidnap Leo because he looks really exotic. She was dumb enough to try and brute force things then and there.

It's definitely canon that several people have spied Leo and want to get him for various reasons (none good) but most see the walking tower of 'Don't Fuck With Me' and think that if they put a bounty out, a bigger, badder hunter will show up eventually with Leo.

Except there is a rule among hunters that have been around the block a few times: Do not fuck with Chula Verd. Even if you get the drop on her, once you've made yourself her enemy, you won't make it to the end of the month.

Sadly, no one told Mr. Blue Guy, lol

[nobedofroses]

Day 13: Filming

pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, fem masturbation, dirty talk, vague reference to bj and anal lmao

words: 734

a/n: a little going away present for Din!

Last, Full List, Next

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It took a lot of sneaking around to make this work. You had to gather everything you needed without Din realizing, which was incredibly difficult with how fucking observant he was. And then you had to wait for a time when he was going to be gone for at least 45 minutes. Because it would take you that long to set up, do the thing, and then pack everything away. 

Hell, it might take you that long just to figure out how to record a hologram so that he could see everything you wanted him to see. Your stupid retired bounty hunter husband was somehow convinced to consult on a case by his old guild contact turned magistrate, Greef Karga. He wasn’t going to be in any physical danger (supposedly), but he would be off planet for over a week and you couldn’t go with him because you had all the kids to look after and neither of you wanted to pull them out of school for that long. 

So, you decided to be very magnanimous and provide him with an aid for those long nights alone in his quarters. You would have the kids to keep you company, and you would most likely let them all pile into bed with you, so your mind would be on totally different things. But you wanted to make sure that Din didn’t miss you too much. And make sure that he was missing you a lot. 

It ended up being the day before he was meant to leave that you finally had the house alone. For two hours, too. Which was lucky, because setting up everything made you so nervous that you needed a glass and a half of wine just to put on the lingerie that you had bought special for this occasion. 

Another glass and a half and you were ready to turn on the cam, talking a little to Din through the lens about how you missed him (even though he wasn’t gone yet), and how you hoped this helped him… in whatever way he wanted. 

Then you settled down on the bed, propped up so Din would be able to see your whole body, and got to work. It was quick work, you had always been easier to pleasure tipsy when you were with Din, so it made sense that it was the same when you were alone. In just minutes, you were moaning his name and breathing in little pants. It was only when you happened to open your eyes and saw the cam that you remembered this was for Din. 

“Should- should I go slower, honey? Oh fuck, I wish you were here so I could go as fast as I want. Or as fast as you want,” you closed your eyes again as you got closer. “M-maybe I’ll just cool off for a second. Wish I could see your cock. Bet you’re so hard right now.”

You had to stop talking as you let your fingers work you to the edge again. Holding yourself there it was torture because all you wanted to do was let go. But you knew he’d like to see it, that he’d cum harder if you took longer, and this was all for him. 

“All for you, Din. Want you to cum, want you so bad, please,” you whined, breathing picking up as you were starting to lose control. 

“When you get back I’m gonna- I’m gonna— oh fuck, I’m gonna cum—” you cut yourself off with a loud moan as your cunt tightened, your muscles twitched, and your eyes rolled back. 

Your breath was still deep, but you were trying to even it out so you could finish the video in time. 

“When you get home, I’m gonna take your cum in every hole. Just to say ‘welcome back.’” You paused to give him enough time to hear that. “I love you, honey, goodnight.” 

You turned off the cam with a grin, he was going to lose his mind when he saw that. Perfect. 

In the next few minutes, the gram was loaded onto the holodeck and you locked it with a passcode that he would know instantly, your birthday. Then you found a stray piece of paper, taped it to the front securely, and wrote in big letters, “OPEN ONLY WHEN ALONE - your loving wife.”

Hopefully he’d take that warning to heart.

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[bombshelllblonde]

heyyyyyy im backkk!!!!!!!

invading ur ask box again lol, sorry!!!!!!

this might start being a thing

ANYWYAS

i totally forgot to mention last time hiw muvh i love lenny, mary-beth and hosea and tilly and MOLLY O SHEA omg

the drinking mission w lenny is one of my favorites, and I LOVE PLAYING DOMINOES W TILLY MY GIRL SHE IS THE BEST

AND SADIE I LOVE HER SM

Like yea gurl!!!!! kill the o driscolls!! kill them all!! avenge ur pookie!!! rahhh!!!

Mary-beth and kieran are my blorbs. my pookies. my babbygirls. my schmookums

molly o'shea that woman that she is i love her so so so much

i feel so bad for her tho w her fights w dutch :(

speaking of dutch, idk i have like a neutral (slightly negative) view of him???

i dislike how he treats molly, and w how he treats mary-beth?? (inst dutch also like 40-50 and mary-beth like 20-smth? idk im probably rlly biased in this lol)

ALSO another reason dutch be chosing Micah the rat over what is his basically adopted son??

im definitely biased in this but wtv lmao

but he hasnt really done much so i dont hate him, but i dont like him either

moving on, do yk if theres any way to explore blackwater + south of it while playing as arthur? i wanna get all the dinosaur bones and legendary animals !!

i replayed the 'americans at rest' mission, yk w bill (i think) javier and charles at the bar (towards the beginning of the game)

its so fucking funny i cannot

arthur walks in, uses his amazing charmer skills (LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER) and then bill runs in, punches a guy therefore starting a bar fight, HERE COME CHARLES WITH THE STEEL CHAIR, arthur gets his ass kicked and then kicks ass and nearly beats the guy half to death

yk when jack grows up and tells epople abt his dear ol uncle arthur that uncle lore drop boutta be CRAZYYYY

did i mention charles throwing a chair? its my favorite part could you tell

i have a pretty neutral view of john marston ig, i kinda hope he steps up and gets the stick outta his ass, starts being a father to jack or smth but im trying not to get my hopes up lmao

thats it for now!!!! hope u have a nice day!!!!

(thanks for responding to these btw! lmk if im bothering u tho, ty for letting me ramble abt my hyperfixation lmao)

okay lsitennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn rdr2 has been mt hyper fixation since July of 2022 when my brother in law gave me his old ps4 and the game and i don’t think ive shut up about it since i started playing. My entire personality is rdr2. And my current outlet/therapy is writing my rdr2 fanfiction

it’s gotten to the point where my family has literally started buying me cowboy/outlaw stuff. when I was a teenager i loved owls so everyone got me owl things. now im obsessed with cowboys at 26 years old and every gift I receive has something to do with outlaws

My sister got me a cameo of Roger Clark talking to me as Arthur for my 25th bday and literally nothing has ever topped that. It was the most amazing gift ever and now I have a video of Arthur Morgan saying my name and talking to me about my horses!!!! It’s so amazing I watch it all the time

unfortunately there isn’t any way to explore blackwater as Arthur unless you get like mods or something. the AI immediately roll up and the bounty hunters shoot him dead if you try to get into west Elizabeth

do you know how to play dominoes??? Literally ive only ever played 5 finger fillet in that game because i cant fucking play dominoes or poker bc i don’t know how

also Tilly is amazing just wait until later in the game. there’s a mission that really solidified the love i have for Arthur being the protective older brother

Dutch is sooooo complex and i think that’s why i love him so much. i won’t get too deep into my feels for him just yet bc i want you to keep going without me saying anything but once you get farther into the game we can talk about him!!!

Hosea and Dutch are literally my gay fathers. I love them so much. Their love for each other literally makes my tummy flip I love it so so so much

Also I’d let Charles hit me with a chair too, tbh. Love of my life

I never disliked Molly but I didn’t like her either, I think she’s just too much of a loud mouth. Felt like to me she could have not been in the game and it wouldn’t have changed much. Idk

And John’s complexity we can talk about after you progress a lil further. I honestly don’t want to spoil anything or give it away unless you don’t care about spoilers. But I’m just gonna stay quiet until you let me know 😂😂😂😂

[itsybitsybatsyspider]

is RK800-60 in the star wars AU at all? i think itd be a neat little plot twist if he was added as like, a bounty hunter after nines and connor without realizing its his veeery long lost brothers lmao

GREAT QUESTION!

I see you're Bounty Hunter Sixty idea and raise you...

Sixty being a Fulcrum spy for the Rebellion like Ahsoka, Cassian Andor, and Kallus from Rebels.

On a mission, Nines, Connor, and Gavin are sent to make contact with a spy who has sensitive plans regarding the Empire's next moves and as they're waiting for him to arrive, it goes like:

Gavin: What was the phrase we were supposed to say again? Nines: it's 'Have you ever tried a Corellian mango?' and they're supposed to respond with. 'No, but there's this lovely stand just outside my work that sells them.' Connor: Any clue on when they said they'll be here. Nines: it can't be much longer now. Just keep an eye out. Gavin: there's gotta be an easier way to tell who it is without saying the same thing over and over again to random strangers. Troopers have been circling around and if they notice then this whole retrieval mission was for shit. Connor: ..... Connor: huh.... i don't think we're going to have to worry about that. Nor do we need to use the code phrase. Nines: why do you say that?.... Oh. Sixty: well, this is certainly an unexpected surprise. Gavin: wha- HOLY FUCK THERE'S THREE OF YOU??