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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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Sin Without Limits (Javier Peña x reader)

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*gif not mine*

Warnings: MDNI, Narcos Season 2 and 3 spoilers, canon-usual violence, unhinged behaviour from Agent Peña and reader, unprotected p in v sex, choking, spanking (?), oral (m and f receiving), knife play (if you squint), overstimulation, angst, swearing

A/N: bruh I just cleaned this one up and I'm appalled at what I have written but enjoy. I’ve written a secondary plot (and changed some sequence) to what happened at the end of season two heh

Word count: 7.7 k (wtf)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You trained your gaze on him as you leaned your entire weight onto the truck. You watched him pace and scan the officers before him, his hand clenching and unclenching as he tried to stim his anxiety away. Watching a DEA Agent act skittish is not always the best thing in your books.

You felt your breath quickening slightly as Steve slapped his back and beckoned you to join them. You jogged to keep up with them as they jumped into a truck. You turn in the front seat to look at him. The eye contact he made with you for a millisecond told you everything you needed to know. Javier Peña looked absolutely terrified.

“...armed men…”

“Checkpoint…”

You caught a few words of what Steve was trying to tell the both of you and you realized that your suspicions that you had been having for the past few days are slowly unfolding to show you a harsh reality, a reality that you were not ready to admit to. You watch from the truck as Javier convinced the men to lower their weapons, after Steve’s failed attempt. The way you could pin-point the shiver in Javier’s hands even from a distance made you curse yourself for being so aware. You watch his hands curl up to clutch the collar of his bullet-proof vest, as he spoke to Steve, the one constant tell that you could pull from him and your heart broke under the pressure that your brain was putting you through.

You masked the heart wrenching pain that you were going through until Steve left the office. It was just you and Javier, like how it had been for the past few months, working late, going home to nothing but the empty shells. You hadn’t even noticed you were staring at him until he called your name.

“Everything good, mariposa?” He said, squinting through his cigarette smoke.

You had to confront him, this was your only chance. You nod and try to find the right words.

“Just wondering how Los Pepes always manage to get there before we can.” you say softly, picking at a hangnail on your finger.

You catch Javier shrugging on your peripheral and decide your next best move.

“What if there's someone here who’s telling them what to do?” you said, locking your eyes with him.

“Well, a rat wouldn’t be surprising to me, that's how this world works, mariposa.” he huffed, setting down his cigarette and rubbing his face with his hands.

“Hmm.” you got up and pushed Javier’s chair away from his desk, perching above it as you stared down at him. “Javs?”

He looks up at you, but his eyes don't find yours, settling to look past them.

“Look at me.” you whispered, tracing his jaw with your fingers.

“I am.”

“No, look at me properly, Javs, or I swear to god-”

He does, and that gives you all the confirmation you need.

“You’re fucking around with Los Pepes, aren’t you?” you murmur, your eyes wide with fear.

Javier nods slowly as he looks away from you. You gasp softly as a tear runs down your cheek. You slid off his desk and turned away from him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Marip-”

“Are you out of your fucking mind, Javier?!” you scream before he could continue. “And don’t fucking call me that.”

“It’s not a big deal, I’m handling it.” he said getting up from his seat and walking towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed, that I can fucking assure you. Those assholes are killing innocent people in their quest to take down Escobar, you know? People who don’t deserve to fucking die, Javier.” you said, shaking his hand off you. “Their blood will be on your fucking hands.”

Suddenly, you found yourself being slammed into a nearby wall. Javier was towering over you, a glowering look etched upon his face.

“I need you to shut that pretty mouth of yours. We all are working towards one goal, don’t you dare blame me for trying out my last option.” he snarled. “Anyway, what the fuck can you even do about it, report me?”

You stared up at him, your gaze hardened and unfaltering.

“What if I did? You’re gonna go down their fucked up root, Javier? Hmm? Go on, kill me then for knowing your little secret.” you mocked him, straightening your back and standing a little taller.

Javier’s breath hitched a little but he didn’t budge.

“They are going to use you like the whore you are and then when they’re done with you, they’re gonna put a bullet through this thick skull of yours and leave you all fucked out.” you spat.

The next thing you know, Javier’s hand was around your throat as he flattened you against the wall with his entire body weight. He wasn’t squeezing you, but a rush of panic settled in the pit of your stomach as you stared into the raging fire in his eyes. He moved forward until his face was next to yours as your hand reached up to grab at his.

“Want me to show you what a whore can do?” his lips grazed the shell of your ear as your breath quickened.

He brought his face in front of yours until the both of you were nose to nose. You could see every tiny detail on his face and if he got any closer his lips would be on yours. You contemplated making the first move as Javier’s fingers flexed at your throat, pushing a whole flow of arousal straight down between your legs. A part of you almost forgot why he had you pinned against the wall, and it made you a little afraid by the way he was taking you apart just with one swift move.

The sound of the phone ringing brought Javier out of his trance and he immediately let go of you. You immediately hurry away from him and grab your jacket, not even turning to look back at him as adrenalin pushes you to jog out of the office.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Javier kept his aviators on inside as he squinted at the work he was doing. He could clearly remember what he had done to you but could only vaguely remember what happened after that. He had drowned himself in whatever liquor he could find lying around and stumbled into the office in the morning with an almighty hangover that could rival the power of two colossal giants fighting. He obviously felt awful about how he treated you yesterday and dreaded leaving his apartment in the morning. Steve gave him an understanding pat on the back, handing him a painkiller which Javi took gingerly and accidentally made eye contact with you.

You instinctively looked away from him, his warning from last night ringing loud and clear in your head when you slyly glanced at the wall that he had pinned you to. In a weird turn of events, you still couldn’t decide whether you were scared or turned on by his threat. Although, you do have to admit that calling him a whore was a little over the top, despite all of the picturesque rumours you had heard about him. Being the only woman on the team meant that you had to deal with questioning individuals from the red-light district and that ultimately gave you a clear idea of what Javier Peña’s sex life sounded like and you hated yourself that you were slightly intrigued. Your thoughts were interrupted again when Javier slid a tiny piece of paper in front of you and walked away. You raised an eyebrow at his retreating figure as you grabbed the note.

Mens. Stall five. Now.

You were still pissed at the way he was engaging with Los Pepes. Javier is practically giving them full leeway to do whatever they please, but if he seems to think that if that's the way they are going to get to Escobar, then so be it. Besides, you’d like to see how this plan of his plays out, despite the part of you that is scared shitless about the consequences that he might face after this ordeal.

You rolled your eyes and got up only to be stopped by your boss. You froze and crumpled the paper in your hand, stuffing it into your pocket as fast and discreetly as possible.

“Agent, how are things?” she asks, staring you down with her usual demeanour.

“All good, boss.” you feigned a smile as your eyes end up landing on that good awful wall again, making your eye twitch slightly.

“Good, good. I expect to see you at the party tonight.” Messina says, catching you off guard.

“Hmm?”

“You know the state party?”

The fucking state party. You almost forgot that you were invited entirely. Who in their right mind holds a party in the middle of a narco war?

“Yea, of course, I’ll be there.” You said beaming at Messina.

Sure, you had nothing to wear but whatever to please Messina, you’ll figure something out soon.

“I’ll see you there then.” You nodded quickly at your boss and quickly walked to the mens as soon as she was out of your sight.

As soon as you opened the door to stall five, Javier used his brute strength to pull you in, making you collide with his chest.

“Ouch, man, I have legs, I can invite myself in.” you groaned, rubbing your forehead.

He sits you down on the closed toilet bowl and kneels down in front of you, his eyes coated in exhaustion as he gazes up at you.

“Lo siento, mariposa.” he murmured, taking your hand in his.

“For pulling me into the stall or for working wit-” Javier cuts you off by pressing a hand to your lips.

“For everything.” Javier drops his hand and tugs at your collar, exposing your neck.

His fingers softly trace the skin of your neck as he examines you and you felt slightly frozen by the way he was touching you. To think that those hands were capable of killing a man and having those hands so close to a vulnerable spot caused a shiver to run down your spine.

“I don’t bruise easily, Javs, if that's what you’re so worried about.” you whispered, bringing your own hand to meet his.

“Lo-”

“Say that you’re sorry again and I’ll kick you in the dick and walk out. I think you know that if I wanted to disarm you yesterday, I could have. I have work to do dumbass, so what's up?” you rushed through your words, noting how Javier’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I need your help.” Javier says after a moment of silence.

You nodded him along and he gulped, his eyes downcast at your shoes.

“I heard from my CI that there is going to be a person at the state party that's going to be the key for some information that I need.” He whispers. “I need you to help me get that information.”

“And is this information for us, or for Los Pepes?” you say, curling a finger under Javier's chin and tipping his head so that you can catch him if he tries to lie.

“For us.” he said, holding your gaze tightly.

“Why aren’t you asking Murphy?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Obviously because you already know about it, you know?” he hissed and you grinned back at him.

“Hmm, okay.” you hum, surprising Javier.

“That’s it? Man, I thought I had to pull up some waterworks to convince you.” Javier chuckled nervously, rubbing his collarbone.

“Honestly, I’d do anything to get away from Messina at this point. I’m the newest recruit here, she's gonna make me socialise.” you pulled a face, making Javier smile. “Besides, now I’m more valuable to you than Steve.”

“That's my mariposa.” you roll your eyes at his excessive use of the endearing word.

Secretly, you loved it. Mariposa, or “butterfly” sounded a little too close to mi esposa, or “my wife” and it tingles your insides everytime Javier would call you that. Yet, you always find yourself pushing away the thought of having a nice domestic life with Javier the second he does something reckless and stupid. Sometimes you wonder whether he bribed his way through this job because of how dumb he can be.

Javier stands up and pulls you up with him but in that moment the both of you hear the door open. Javier quickly sits back down and taps his thighs, gesturing for you to sit and hide your legs. Your eyes widen as the footsteps get closer to the stall and you silently hook your legs over him and straddle his lap.

“Peña? You in there, man?” Steve’s voice floated through the cracks in the stall’s door.

It was hard to calm your breathing with the way you had slotted your face in Javier’s neck, breathing in a slight hint of aftershave, smokey goodness and clean skin. You poked him for an answer.

“Uh, yea dude, I’m here.” he croaked out, his voice a little strained, probably from the way you were clinging onto him for dear life.

“Come on man, you’re taking a shit at work?” Steve groaned and your body shook as you strained hard to keep the laughter in.

Poor Steve, what a naive man.

“What the hell do you want Steve?” Javier pressed, pulling you closer to stop you from bursting out into laughter.

It must have worked because when Javier pulled you closer, his thigh hit something so devastatingly amazing that you felt yourself being rendered into a shocked silence.

“Hurry up, there’s a meeting we gotta go to. And remember to wash your hands, you filthy fuck!” Steve chortled as he walked out of the mens.

You and Javier waited with baited breath for a few seconds before you brought your face out of the crook of Javier’s neck.

“He didn’t see you walking in he- wait are you okay?” Javier caught the flush look on your face as you turned to look at him.

You blink twice at Javier’s beautiful face before nodding your head vigorously. He hadn’t even touched you and you slowly felt yourself being pulled apart by him. Javier didn’t look convinced but he shrugged it off as he helped you get off from his lap.

“Aight, I will see you later at the state party?” He said, steadying you.

“Yep.” you mumbled, giving him a tight lipped smile as he exited the stall.

When you were sure he had left, you exhaled the breath you were holding and pinched the bridge of your nose.

Today was going to be a long one.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Javier nervously checked his watch for the billionth time. You were late. You were always never late, always clocking in earlier than him. He couldn’t deny that he was trying hard to hide how nervous he felt. He never wanted to bring you into this, but he always had a feeling that you were going to somehow find out anyway. The disappointment he felt was indescribable, he hated himself for being too obvious.

He adjusted his mask again, uncomfortable with the way it was cutting at the soft skin covering the back of his ears. His eyes searched in the sea of masks, hoping that they would land on yours. The dim lighting made it hard to see through the masquerade themed party and Javier strained hard, willing for you to appear.

Suddenly, a beautiful figure steps into his line of sight. Javier couldn’t take his eyes off the figure, watching them sway as their dress hugged them tightly in all the right places, clinging to every curve. The figure walked closer and closer to him until they were in front of him. A long slit exposed a holster that was disguised as a garterbelt, definitely carrying a concealed weapon. Javier instantly recognised your eyes and pushed the mask away to reveal your heavenly face. He stares in disbelief, he had been used to seeing you in suits and minimalistic makeup, and he was ashamed to think that he hadn’t expected this. He felt a rush, a similar rush that he had felt the night before as he scanned your face.

“You look good, dolled up like this.” he murmured, pushing your mask back on.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” you really had toned down your initial compliment, he looked like a prince, the way his hair was styled and the way the tux complemented his beautiful broad shoulders.

He offers you his hand and when you take it, he leads the way into a small closet. He clips a microphone to your neckline and you help him thread the wire through your dress. Javier was quite literally smitten by the way you looked. He resisted the urge to run his hands down your curves and he tried to rid his mind from remembering the way your body had been pressed up against him before. He sighs and kneels down, looking up at you.

“Can I?” he said, gesturing at the transponder and your thigh.

You nod and watch as he gently pulls the slit in your dress aside to hook the tiny transponder onto your holster. His other hand steadied himself by gripping your thigh and you felt like you were going to melt in his grip. A tremor ran through your body and it didn't go unnoticed by Javier. He smiled to himself and purposely tried to let his touch linger, sliding his fingers slowly across your soft skin, savouring the feeling of you. Your breathing gets slightly heavier but you let him do as he pleased.

When he finally hooked the transponder and slowly got up, the eye contact he was making with you sent an army of butterflies to violently collide with your stomach. You could literally cut the thick atmosphere with the knife you had on you as Javier held your gaze like it was his last lifeline. His eyes were slightly hooded and he looked as if he was about to say something when you broke eye contact with him and let your eyes drop to his lips. Before the both of you could do or say anything, the sound of footsteps snapped you out of your haze.

“Alright, the floor is yours, take it away.” Javier cleared his throat, nodding towards the door.

He handed you a key, the key that he booked under a pseudonym so that you could interrogate the intended target away from the prying eyes of people. You took it and slipped it onto your tiny purse, your mind racing. You swallow and nod, hoping your guise was enough to mask you from the people you were going to eavesdrop and enough to mask the lust that was blooming for Javier Peña.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You let Javier lead you through the sea of masks, as he searched for his intended target. You felt out of place, watching people dance while you followed him around to do his bidding.

“Javs?” you whisper, pulling him closer to you

“Hmm?” he turned to look at you.

“Dance with me.”

“But-”

“I said, dance with me, I have a plan.” you said firmly, pulling his hand to settle it onto your waist.

He stares at you for a second and again you feel as if the whole world has stopped around you. You found yourself craving for his attention, to feel his hands on you again and only then you could think on how to make the next move. He readjusted his hand that was at your waist and held you firmer, his confidence radiating out of him as he laced his free hand with yours. You tried to refrain from savouring the feeling of your hand on his tough shoulder but you slowly felt yourself being lost to him as he started to lead the both of you into a slow dance.

You straightened your back and kept your eyes trained on Javier only looking past him when you judged it was safe. You spotted your prey, a lawyer who was known to make deals with the cartels. You tapped Javier twice on his shoulder and he turned the both of you around, immediately spotting the lawyer from where the both of you were standing. You could feel his grip tightening slightly as he pulled you closer to him, your arm trapped between your two bodies.

You were so close to Javier’s jaw, surveying its sharp edge as he gritted his teeth. It was perfectly sculptured as if an artist had taken a chisel to it. Before you could think twice, you pressed your lips to his jaw, leaving a light imprint of red lipstick. The tip of your nose dug into his cheek, and when you breathed in you could smell the delicious scent of his aftershave, intoxicating you and driving you to do what you need. Javier’s grip loosened and you pulled yourself away from him to walk towards the lawyer, turning to wink at the stunned Javier as you parted the sea of disguised individuals, your lipstick stain staining like a work of art on the canvas that is his beautiful face.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It didn’t take long for Javier to find another woman to dance with. He kept a watchful eye on you, but willed to keep his distance. He continued to grit his teeth and lock his jaw to contain every ounce of violence that was trying to emit out of him as he watched the dirty lawyer run a finger up your bare arm. He tried not to push the woman he was dancing with aside as the lawyer suddenly grabbed you and pulled you flush against his body. Javier could hear your giggle and it made his blood boil hot watching you being touched like that. His eyes followed you as you led the lawyer to the room, partially glad that his plan was unfolding.

When Javier got to the outside of the room, he held his gun in front of him in his usual defensive stance, hoping that you had enough in you to overpower the lawyer. He heard a thud and he immediately swung the door open and found you standing over the lawyer, the sharp edge of your high heel pressed firmly where his sternum was. You smirked as you crouched low, putting all of your weight onto the foot that was atop the lawyer’s chest. You smoothly pulled out your blade from your holster and mockingly shushed the lawyer as he screamed while you made a spectacle of cleaning the blade.

You could feel Javier’s eyes on you but you didn’t acknowledge his presence. You could tell that he was undoubtedly staring at you while you blatantly flirted with the lawyer on the dance floor. You wanted Javier to feel the anger, to know that you were risking almost everything for him. You hold the blade at the lawyer's throat and smile innocently at him.

“My informants have given me a tip that you have been in contact with a certain important sicario. Tell me where La Quiqa is hiding and I’ll think of sparing your measly life.” you hiss in Spanish, pressing the blade slightly harder.

Blood beaded at the edge of your knife and you raised your eyebrow amusedly as the man below you whimpered and begged for his life. He turned to Javier and started to beg him instead and you rolled your eyes at the man and slapped the lawyer.

“Don’t you dare think for a second that I am more patient than my partner here. I’ll slit your throat open before you can feel the bullet passing through your skull.” you continued to jeer.

“Okay fine! I’ll tell you where La Quiqa is!” the lawyer screamed.

You kept your heel planted firmly against the lawyer’s chest as Javier rang Steve. The second the information was passed across, you stepped off the lawyer and he scrambled away from you. Javier caught him by the collar and pulled him up.

“You do not breathe a word about this to a single person, or I swear to god, I'll unload this gun in your mouth.” he sneered before pushing the man out of the room.

Once he was gone, you perched onto the edge of the bed.

“Won’t he go and warn La Quiqa?” you question.

Javier stayed silent for a while. He then suddenly walked towards you and got onto his knees, removing your high heels from your feet and setting them aside. He had already given Los Pepes the information that the lawyer would be outside of the hotel within seconds. He made a deal that the police force gets to arrest La Quiqa while Los Pepes can extract information from the lawyer, which was a win in his books.

“He won’t get far.” was all that he said as he looked up at you, his hand massaging your calf.

You lean forward and take his face in your hands. One of your hands fan out and you stroke his cheek, and he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. He wrenched them open again almost as if he didn’t want to lose sight of you. His hand at your calf reached out to grab your arm and he slowly started to rub your skin. You knew he was trying to erase the lawyer’s touch off you and you smiled at the gesture.

“What?” you question, reading his eyes, knowing he had something to say.

“I can’t stand it.” he whispered.

“Stand what?”

“The way he had his hands on you.” Javier’s hands were shaking now and you could see a fire raging in his dark brown eyes.

“Javs, we just needed the infor-”

“I don’t like it when people touch what is mine.” he growled slightly, making your heart leap to your throat.

“I’m not-”

“You are.” he confirmed firmly, his chest heaving now with shallow puffs of his breath.

“Then, show me how I’m yours.” you sighed, your lungs constricting your last bit of oxygen.

Javier stands up, and you could tell that there was a shift in his demeanour at your words as he gazes down at you. He towers over you, looking absolutely dazzling under the dim lighting.

“Only if you’re okay with it.”

“Of course I am.” you say a little too quickly for your liking.

“Kneel.” He says, his voice edging lower, sending an array of goosebumps at the nape of your neck as your vision blurred slightly.

But you kept your chin up and knelt between his feet.

“What? Not gonna kiss me first, Peña?” You smirked, knowing that you were pushing his buttons. “Too used to fucking whores?”

He smoothed out the hair that fluttered to your forehead, running his fingers through your locks until he got to the nape of your neck. Suddenly, his hand grabs you by your hair and your eyes widen. He tips his head to the side and surveys the look on your face.

“No, I’m gonna fuck you like the teasing brat you are. I’ll only kiss you when I know you’ve learnt your lesson.” He gives you a smug smile.

His hand loosened its hard grip, leaving a delicious stinging sensation at your scalp. His fingers trailed to your lips, tapping them.

“Open, mariposa.” you were positive that he knew how that nickname made you feel and your jaw automatically dropped open.

“So she does follow instructions.” he said pointedly before leaning over and spitting in your mouth.

You knew from that second that the man before you was not going to let you off easy and a small voice at the back of your head was giggling gleefully at the prospect of your night. You closed your mouth and swallowed, only to open it up right away, making Javier nod in appreciation. You edge closer, placing your hands on his legs.

“Go on, take what you need.” you were already running your hand up his thigh before he could finish his sentence.

You cup his hardened bulge and he hisses, but surprisingly lets you have your way. Your fingers shake slightly as you undo his slacks, letting them fall to his ankles, revealing that he had in fact gone commando. You would have rolled your eyes if you didn’t take note of how big he was. Your sharp inhale didn’t go unnoticed by Javier and he watched as you shifted your weight from one knee to the other slightly nervously.

“Like what you see?” he questioned smugly.

You couldn’t let him know you were anywhere close to backing out, you wanted this as much as he did. You spit on your hand and grab his length, pumping him from base to tip, letting your thumb graze his tip only to watch him writhe slightly.

“I’ve seen better.” you smirked back, looking up at him from under your lashes.

Before he could form a retort, you licked a long strip down his cock and whatever he was going to say was mingled in a strangled moan. You continued with small controlled kitten licks, testing out all his soft spots before closing your mouth over the tip and sucking softly. Taking your time, you invite him into your mouth at a slow pace, partially teasing him and partially adjusting yourself to his size.

You gradually swallowed around him, gagged slightly when he pistoned his hips slightly forward. He pushed you on and you swallowed around him, making him groan proudly as he bottomed out into your mouth, your nose nestling in his curls.

“Look who’s the whore now.” he managed to say as his hands found your hair to grab onto.

You rolled your eyes at him and began to move your mouth along him, sucking him hungrily. He sang his praises, incoherent moans spilling out of him. He wanted to punish you, to teach you a lesson, but how could he when you were taking him so well, without a single complaint or cry. It made him want to worship you instead. But the primal creature inside of him forbade it and it took over him, making him pull out of your mouth and slam back. You choked around him but the sounds that he made spurred you on, letting your tongue lick his underside. Your perfectly done makeup was most definitely ruined as you felt your eyes water. You both were definitely in a game of seeing who could tap out and for a second you thought that you could in fact overpower this man.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Javier suddenly pulls you off him but didn't give you a chance to take a breath, pulling you up to your feet and letting his lips meet yours in a frenzied fashion,

“Lose your limits, mariposa, just give me a chance to prove to you just what I can do.” he pulled away and commanded sinfully, but he might as well had just done it straight to your cunt from the way you were already soaking.

“What are you waiting for Javs?” you exhaled and he reclaimed your lips with his.

He pressed himself hard against you, making you moan as he showed off his possessiveness. He licked into your mouth, groaning at how sweet you tasted. You could taste cigarettes on his breath and it instinctively made you want to rut your hips against his hard on, an aroused buzz coursing through your veins. He pulled away slightly, not before nipping your lips and drawing another moan from you.

Javier pushed you down onto the bed, falling on top of you. He dragged the tip of his nose down your neck and sunk his teeth into the soft skin of your neck. You reeled at the pain that surged up your spine before crying out loud at the way he started to kiss and suck your neck. You were pretty sure that he was thinking about you claiming that you don’t bruise easily, making it his priority to mark you with all he’s got. When he was satisfied, he pulled away and smirked at you before flipping you over. You felt the bed dip around you as Javier’s fingertips grazed the back of your neck, moving your hair aside.

You felt his hand at your holster, slowly pulling out your blade and letting it skim across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps, making you whimper slightly. Suddenly, you felt it at your dress, the sharp edge almost touching you as it tore your dress open. You were mad but it was was your turn to smirk as Javier gasped at the surprise that met his eyes. His knuckle skimmed your skin and you could tell that he was staring open mouthed at the delicate branch of flowers trailing along your spine.

“Fuck, youre fucking beautiful.” he hissed, feeling like it was Christmas, hastily pulling away your dress like it was wrapping paper to reveal you all bear for him, tossing it aside with your knife.

You were completely naked under your dress and Javier was impressed. He let his hands explore you, leaving no inch of skin unattended.

“Stop being a fucking tease.” you moan, secretly relishing the way he was taking his time.

Suddenly, he smacks your ass hard, drawing a muffled moan from you as you bury your face in the sheets, before flipping you over again. He immediately ran his hands up and down your body, quenching his quest of wanting to touch you. The shape of your body drove him mad and he wanted to worship you, to make you call out to him and only him.

He testily palm at your tits, moaned together, you at the stimulation, him at the way you felt under his hand. He tweaked your hardening nipples, making you writhe and moan. While you were distracted, your legs fell open and Javier brushed a finger through your slick, making you moan.

“Fuck, Javs…” you breathed as he pushed a finger inside of you and brought it back out for you to taste.

“I bet you taste great, but I’ll get mine straight from the source.” he smirked, as your tongue swirled around his finger, sucking it the way you did his cock.

Your clit is warm and throbbing under his touch and you shudder as he starts to massage it back and forth. He bends down and his tongue licks slowly up your wetness, parting your pussy lips and teasing your clit, going absolutely feral at the way you tasted.

You shiver and moan, arching your hips trying to get him to lick you more. Instead he stops and you immediately whimper and bite your lip trying not to show how badly you wanted him to keep licking. You grind your hips against his face, your clit catching his nose and you whine, grabbing onto his hair and pulling him closer to your pussy. He finally caves in and gives you what you want, holding you down and pushing his tongue into you.

He greedily fucks you with his tongue, putting in a new meaning to eating you out as his hands spread you wide open and his tongue scoops out every remnant of your wetness. Your clit isn’t abandoned with the way his thumb gave it all of its attention. It doesn’t take long before it’s too much and you start to feel the orgasm start to wash over you. Your body bucks involuntarily at his touch as he slows it to match your moans. His big dark brown eyes watches you intently from his vantage point, wanting to see how the first orgasm he gives you absolutely wreaks havoc on your body.

You were absolutely out of it, the orgasm ripping every cell in your body in half, rendering you absolutely useless. You shook in Javier’s arms, only vaguely hearing his praises as they floated their way into your ears. Your eyes are shut and you didn’t realise that he was already plotting his next plan to destroy you. You feel something nudge your entrance and Javier slips into you without any resistance, and his lips are back on your mouth, swallowing your moans.

One of his hands found yours, gripping them at the wrist and breaking the kiss only to pin them over your head. He held them firmly, one wrist between his thumb and index finger and the other wrist between his index and middle finger, locking them in position as he started pistoning his hips. Your eyes were hooded as you looked up at him, indulging the way sweat made his face shine and glow.

“You look fucking deadly like this, cariño, all spread out for me.” he grunts as his cock continued its assault on your pussy.

You clench down around him and he slumps slightly, not expecting that move from you as you lazily pull your lips into a smirk. He pushes on deeper, hitting all the best spots, pressing down on your wrists harder. You feel your juices squelch out of you and onto the bed. Your tits jiggle harder and the bed frame creaked with Javier’s thrusts as he slowly lost himself in you.

“Javs, yes… don’t stop, please…” you whine as he keeps slamming into you harder.

“Say my name again,” one thrust.

You mumble, trying your best to let his name tumble out of your voice box.

“Please, say it.” he trusts again.

“Javier…” his cock literally pushes his name out of you.

Suddenly, Javier pulls out and flips you over before you could lean towards your pleasure. You whimper at the emptiness you felt, your pussy fluttering around nothingness. You felt your arms being gathered at your back by one of Javier’s arms and he bent you backwards so that your chest stuck out. You gasped for air, sweat sticking bits of your hair to your forehead.

“Who do you belong to?” his mouth was back on your neck, leaving kisses in between his questions.

“You…” you clearly did by the way he had just used you.

“Never going to let a filthy criminal touch you again.” he growled in your ear and you smiled, coming to your senses.

“Says the criminal who is touching me.” you feel a spike in your confidence as the words leave your mouth, only to have it crashing back to ground zero as Javier dropped you onto the bed.

“Oh you’re going to regret that, mariposa.” he says and you could visualise him grabbing his cock and feeling the stretch as he shoves himself back into you.

His hand inched its way around your throat, and he pulled you up again, making you choke. Your pussy betrayed you as you clenched down on him, making him laugh deliriously.

“You fucking like it when I did that to you yesterday, didn’t you, you slut.” his hand grips harder at your throat, squeezing ever so slightly, his touch is forceful, masterful, alluring with the hidden depths of just the right amount of sensuality as he pulls your head closer to his. You helplessly tried to ask him to keep going, came out of your mouth like hot garbage from the strain his hand was putting on your throat.

“Harder, I need it harder.” you breathlessly spoke.

“I know, baby, I know” his soft words were a huge contrast with the way he was manhandling you.

Now all you can think of is his hard cock, there’s a pulsing in your head, a dizzying, nauseating feeling overcomes your entire body. You can feel his hard body pressing against yours and all thoughts of the night left your head, leaving a void that was soon filled with disgusting, disturbing thoughts. You want this man to fucking ruin you, you had tasted the sin on his lips and you couldn’t help yourself but want more.

Moaning and whimpering you cum before you even know what’s happening. It was blinding again and you literally lost all sight as your tight cunt contracts and squeezes his cock as tight as you can over and over again in time with his hips thrusts. He doesn’t stop pounding your wet cunt and you let him chase his own orgasm as more filth spills out of his mouth. He makes a wet slapping sound as he fucks you from behind.

After a few more seconds of fucking your cunt you feel him tense up. He lets go of your neck and pulls your hips tight to his and his cock flexes and then begins to spurt his hot cum into you. He folds his body over yours, grunting as he tries to catch his breath, subconsciously canting his hips forward to ride out his own orgasm. His sweaty skin was sticking to yours as you felt his moustache against your neck.

“Fuck, Javs.” you say first, feeling his heartbeat against your back.

“Lo siento-”

“And he’s apologising again! What now, Peña?” you sigh.

Javier stays silent for a while before pressing his lips to your shoulder. The air around the both of you smelled like crazy sex and your brain was still slowly coming down from its high.

“Sorry for calling you a slut.” his hand trailed against your spine, tracing your tattoo.

“Jezz, Javs, you know I like it.” you said, keening into his touch as he smiled against your skin.

“I’m sorry for calling you a whore too.” you said, smirking as Javier’s hand kneaded your ass. “Although, I do mean it, you’re fuckin’ freaky as hell.”

“You’re welcome.” his hand left your cheek and came back down with a sharp smack.

Slowly he pulled out of you and you groaned, feeling his cum seep out of you. Two of his fingers pushed his cum back in, to no avail and he eyes your cunt as he does it over and over, accidentally pulling another orgasm out of your sensitive cunt from his trance.

“Oops.” he mumbles before gently flipping you onto your back and walking to the bathroom.

He slowly wipes you with a warm towel, avoiding any part of you that could have been potentially sensitive before tossing it aside and laying beside you. You pull his head into your chest and he leaves soft promising kisses onto your tits as you wrap your legs around his torso. You both fall asleep like that, not another word leaving your mouths as the after effects of your madness lulled the both of you into deep and dark dreams.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You were not surprised when you woke up to an empty bed. A pile of fresh clothes sat at the edge and you sighed, willing yourself not to tear up at the abandonment you felt coursing through your veins. You stumbled into work all sore, every part of you hurting from the way Javier had treated you, including your heart. Cheers greeted you and you pulled your collar tightly around your neck as Steve stepped towards you with a cup of what suspiciously looked like whiskey.

“Let me guess, you guys got La Quiqa?” you said, taking the cup from Steve.

“Yep.”

You looked around for the one you needed to see the most but your eyes never caught him.

“I’m guessing you haven’t heard about Javier?” Steven suddenly says, making your eyes snap towards him instantly.

“What?”

“He turned himself in, just got on the flight back to D.C. for his re-evaluation.” Steve says, shrugging, but the sadness was evident in his voice.

Your head swimmed as you stared into your cup of whiskey. He has truly left you.

Without even a single goodbye.

You nod to no one in particular, anger driving you to stay upright. You sigh and walk towards your desk.

“What are you waiting for, Murphy?” You said shortly, “We have Escobar to catch.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A few months later

Javier sat at the bar and swirled his drink in his hand revealing his past few months. He woke up every morning to the thought of you and tried hard to drink the feeling of you away with bottles of the shit he kept at home. But here he was, back in Bogotá, nervously tapping his leg, wondering when he would ever catch a glimpse of you.

He breathed heavily, reaching into his coat pocket to pull out a cigarette. He placed it between his lips and searched for his lighter, but to no avail. He searched again and was ready to admit defeat when a light suddenly flashed before him.

“Hola patrón. Congratulations on the promotion.”

That voice.

The cigarette dropped out of Javier's mouth as he turned to stare at you. You wore an angry expression on your face, but Javier wasn’t phased. He was so happy to see your beautiful face that a dopey smile unwillingly spread on his face.

“Who’s the criminal now, you thieving little minx.” he snorted, snatching his lighter away.

“You fucking left me, you asshole!” you started to hit him.

He grabbed your arms and pulled you off the bar stool and flush to his body.

“No, I fucked you, then I left you. You need to work on your English, mariposa.” he smirked.

It only made you swing harder, but Javier was quicker, pulling your face towards him with his free hand and locking you down with a bruising kiss. You relax into his kiss and you feel him smile triumphantly and you let him, wrenching your arms out of his grasp and pulling him in by his tie.

You pull away and scowl at him, biting your lip slightly. You take a better look at his getup, smiling slightly at his more professional look, a contrast to the shirts he wore with open buttons.

“You know I had to go, mariposa, I couldn’t do it anymore.” he said, smoothing out your hair and kissing your forehead.

“I know. But that doesn’t make me any less mad.” you say, looking straight into his eyes as he pulled away.

“I know how to make it up to you?” he said, clearly testing the waters.

“Whatever you say, patrón.” you smirked, crashing your lips to his once again.

Translations:

- Mariposa: butterfly

- Los Pepes: Paramilitary group composed of enemies of Pablo Escobar.

- Lo siento: I’m sorry

- Sicario: hitmen

Reblogs are appreciated ~~

- Cariño: sweetheart

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minhosimthings · 6 months

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Skz under the Mistletoe

Pairings: bf!Skz × implied fem!reader

Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF NOTHING BUT FLUFF, mention of food, a bit suggestive in Minho and Changbin's

A/N: I needed something to help refresh this dumb brain of mine cause I CANNOT work on any of my smut wips rn so here ya go! Also I know it's not Christmas yet and this is really Christmassy but y'all I live in Scotland. ITS ALWAYS CHRISTMAS MUHAHAHA

Bang Chan/ Christopher

this mf would start giggling so hard

I'm like a hundred percent positive he would deliberately hang mistletoe above you

Imagine you're baking cookies and you're too busy to give him a kiss

And he just pouts and stalks off ☹️ somewhere to do God knows what

And then you find him sitting on the couch with mistletoe on his hair

"baby quick! Kiss me I'm under mistletoe! Don't you know it's bad luck if you don't kiss someone under mistletoe?"

You'd give in of course, not wanting to sadden your adorable boyfriend,🥺 who looked even more adorable with heaps of mistletoe stuck to his curls

Please save me I am obsessed with this man

Lee Minho/ Lee Know

This man

This man istg

HE WILL STRAIGHT UP REFUSE TO KISS YOU

"I wouldn't kiss your dumb face normally why would I do it now?"

Meanie 😐

But he'd immediately melt on seeing your pouty face and sad expression

So like the great boyfriend he is, he'd tie strings of mistletoe to Soonie's collar and send her to you.

"alright we need to kiss your mom on her stupidly cute face so go to her and don't mess this up."

Soonie would walk up to you followed by Minho and he would just meekly be like "Mistletoe?"

CUTIES NXJSJS

Would a 100% pick you up and throw you on the bed, saying that mistletoe doesn't only consist of kisses 😏

Changbin/ Seo Changbin

ISTG I WILL COMBUST RIGHT HERE

Bang Chan part 2

He'd be so giggly and blushing so profusely when you both would notice you're under mistletoe

Like if it was at a party or something, and everyone was shouting "Kiss!" At the both of you, how could he refuse?

Would definitely do that thing where he squeezes your waist

It would be such a soft kiss istg

Would probably take you up to the bedroom after the kiss though

Hyunjin/Hwang Hyunjin

GIRL THE WAY HE'S BLUSHING SO HARD YOU'D THINK HE SMEARED PAINT ON HIMSELF

You'd decorate his art studio with mistletoe

Specifically putting it above the place where you'd pose for him when he's painting you

This man would probably be confused at first like he's so immersed in painting,

And then you're like "Hyunjin look mistletoe!"

Bitch will be like "You want me to paint the mistletoe in the picture too?"

Truly the leader of PaboRacha

But afterwards he'd give you the most precious kiss ever

Just so soft, warms wrapped around your waist

"Wanna make some hot chocolate darling?"

I need to stop Hyune is wrecking me too hard

Han/Han Jisung

Ngl he would be the one badgering you

"ooh baby where did this mistletoe come from?"

*holds the mistletoe above your head*

Would pout when you'd say you'll give him kisses later, because you need to get ready for work

Literal sparkly eyes begging you for a kiss

You'd give in eventually, how could you refuse the power of the Han Jisung puppy eyes?

"baby did you kiss me because of the mistletoe or because of my charms?"

SO FUCKING ADORABLE

Felix/Lee Yongbok

Alright I'm imagining this is Australia because obviously you guys went to visit his family for the holidays

His sister's would a 100% prank him with mistletoe

NAUR cause they'd hang mistletoe over your bed, and when you and felix spot it, they'd pull out their phones to record you guys kissing

DEFINETLY did not do that to my gf once nope

"oh sunshine look mistletoe! Should we have a kiss then?"

MY SWEET POOKIE BROWNIE SUGAR PUMPKIN PIE I love him saur much

Seungmin/Kim Seungmin

Bruh this guy

I swear to god this guy

KIM MF "it's a childish thing to do" SEUNGMIN

NAUR he WILL make fun of you for wanting to do it

Like you're just goofing off, decorating the house for Christmas

And you decide to jokingly put mistletoe on his hair

He'll just roll his eyes and go back to his book, completely ignoring the grass on his hair

And you'd be like bitch kiss me we're under mistletoe

"Seriously pup, you still believe in that childish crap?"

And he's done it, he's upset you great job Seungmin (I don't know why I'm so salty towards him rn)

And then he'd just sigh, looking at your pouty face

Then he'll proceed to grab your face in his hands and kiss you in the most devastating way ever

"next time when you want a kiss, just ask for it darling."

Wodjdjeb you will not survive

I.N/Yang Jeongin

AHH INNIE KDISSHD

Lemme calm down first

THIS GUY WOULD BE SO AMAZING

Look if there's anyone in Skz who believes in miracles and the holy spirit and whatnot

IT'S HIM

Flashback to when he wanted to be a priest

Giggles and blushes part 3

Girl he legit kiss you for so long if you do that

Iike sir you need to breathe too stop with the smooches

He'll legit kiss you in the middle of a store if there's mistletoe there

Like just in the middle of the hygiene aisle, where there's mistletoe decorating the shelves

Just BAM his lips are on uours

"We can't resist the power of the mistletoe honey."

I swear to God this man will be the death of me

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4kiraa · 1 year

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fave genre of boys are the ones that are so delulu for their crushes it’s actually concerning.

CUZ IM TIRED OF SEEING FICS WITH IT BEING THE GIRLS THAT ARE DELULU!! I OBJECT!!!!

warnings: just fluff :3

Delulu boys that cause their friends to have full in brain aneurisms whenever he talks about you .

“Bro did you see the way she looked at me during class today? istg she wants me”

“that’s cuz you were starring at her like a perve-”

“SHE WANTS ME IM TELLING YOU”

delulu boys who spend a concerning amount of time harassing you and any boy that comes into contact with you.

*insert picture of guy that was taking to you

“bea you cheating on me? with this fool?”

“bea? i’m not your bea😭”

“how are you gonna say that when we’re e literally married with 3 kids🤨”

“i- gtfo. you wanna get blocked again?”

“i’m sorry ma’mm”

delulu boys that literally cry their eyes out to you and his friends when he heard a rumour that you were dating someone.

“i can’t believe it, after everything we’ve been through-“

“stfu you a grown ass man crying about a girl who don’t even want you” his friends would rudely say.

delulu boys who decide to call you confronting you about said rumour, only for you to shut it down quickly and tell him it wasn’t true

“so i still got a chance?” he would ask in a desperate tone.

“hmm, maybe” tease

he grinned with excitement. already knowing he would think about this all day.

delulu boys who FINALLY work up the courage to ask you out after the constant harassment from his friends and was shocked when you said yes

“wait, can you repeat that? i wasn’t thinking just know, i frl thought you said yes”

you rolled you eyes smiling you yourself at his silliness. “i did”

his eyes widened with shock. sure he was dreaming of this day for over what…8 months, but he never knew it would actually happen

“”but…you’ve always seemed uninterested!”

“that’s because you’ve never actually asked me out you’ve always just flirted. i was waiting for you to make a move already”

his face flushed red. embarrassed that a simple “pleasegooutwithmeprettyplease” would’ve made you his a while ago.

you smiled at his red face placing a kiss on his bright red cheek “i would’ve been yours a while ago if you had just asked” it took all his composure to look you in the eyes after the kiss but nonetheless he worked up the courage to say these simple words “then will you be mine?”

delulu boys who worship the very ground their girlfriend walks on with full on heart eyes. spoiling her rotten. he doesn’t care if friends constantly remind him about how he had negative rizz before dating you and how down bad he was. He was just happy to have you even if you tease him about how he was before.

bro this ending was actually ass bruh. i was writing ts in class and the mfing fire alarm went off so i was too lazy to make a decent ending😭😭 okbai

#atsumu x reader #mitsuya x reader #eren x reader #gojo x reader #armin x reader #jean x reader #reiner x reader #itadori x reader #kaminari x reader #hinata x reader #tanaka x reader #nishinoya x reader

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octuscle · 1 month

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Support, the stupid app isn’t working. I’m a grad student competing with a friend of mine for an internship and I can’t risk him stealing my career, so I thought I’d give him a new line of work. I don’t want to steal his youth or make him ugly or anything, I just need him out of the way, so I scanned a guy in his 20s too (some dumbass construction worker, shaved head, tats, didn’t seem too bright - let’s just say he looked like he preferred the gym to an office, not the kind of guy who’s gonna steal my internship) and told the app to start the transformation. Problem is my friend hasn’t changed at all. He’s sitting right next to me and looks exactly the same, and meanwhile I’m getting a headache trying to sort this out. Did I do something wrong, bro? Uh, support, I mean-

Bruh, did you write this support request yourself? Or did someone help you with it? I mean, the statement about the student must have been an oversight. You? At a university? I would never have thought that you could be too stupid even for the job of a mover. But I'm sorry to have to say it: You really are just very stupid! You're lucky that you have a colleague who has experience and who will do the thinking for you as long as you regularly suck his cock in the removal van. And secondly, apart from your atrophied brain, you have everything you need for the job of a removal man…

You've got the muscles to get stuck in. You're young and independent. You have the looks that make every customer melt away. And you spread the male musk that affects your victims like a narcotic. So you can get anything you want: The best jobs, the most generous clients and the best fast sex. On the loading area between moving boxes. In the almost empty apartments before you even load the mattresses. Or sometimes in the toilet of a service station. You are hot. And always horny. And now you want a few more IQ points? Or what's your problem? Forget it. You're perfect for your career, we won't change that…

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #race change #ai image

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respectthepetty · 5 months

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Pit Babe Colors Ep. 5

Because I have asks in my inbox about the color coding in Pit Babe even though I don't want to watch it, I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are. I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, I'm going to take off the captions.

How could I forget we were in "Disco Inferno" at the end of the last episode?! Babe looks just as confused as I am that Charles ran his ass out on that track. Where are the professionals? Medics, where u b?

Nice to see everyone wearing blue just in time to prove they did not sabotage the car.

Get your grubby paws off of Barbie, you color faker!

Because I hate Charles, everything he does just comes off very creepy. Like he is trying to have Babe all to himself, like a creepy collector of precious superpower kids, but he only wants Babe.

It's Whiny Winifred in the red Chicago Bulls jacket being annoying per usual.

I don't care what is being said. Whiny Winifred did not sabotage that car. He isn't smart enough for that. But I'm very curious what Kim's superpower is because he is constantly seen as the bigger presence in their arguments. He may be small, but he is mighty.

TRUST NONE OF THEM, ALAN! As usual, Charles conveniently arrives to save the day even though Dean saw Jeffrey messing with the car. This is mine and Dean's villain origin story. (Sonic, get your colors together, kid!)

Alan, don't save him! He don't want to be saved! He can see the future, but couldn't see himself getting caught? Go back to superpower school, Jeffrey! YOU SUCK!

I should be on Jeffrey's side because he is driving a blue vehicle, but he had to put "Home" into the GPS, and I can't trust a boy who doesn't know how to get back to the apartment he shares with Charlie . . . SINCE HE ISN'T GOING THERE! I guess you really are going back to superpower school since you are probably headed to Big Red's house, you LIAR!

Couldn't be bothered to wear blue for two episodes, and now you got nothing but blue, huh, Waymond? Odd choice, sir.

Charles is everywhere at all times. I think Waymond can control emotions, which is why he touches Babe, but I think Charles is mind controlling Babe. He is always in Babe's bubble! Back tf up, bruh.

And we're back to black because you are devoid of emotions since you are controlling everyone else's. I see you and Charles for the superpower manipulators you are.

Kimberly, in a garage full of blues, I only trust your red ass. Kimlock Holmes is gonna solve this case because that's what Kims do!

Are you conflicted now, Jeffrey? In the red and the blue because you know you fucked up and hurt Alan with your lies?

Pete is wearing blue. I trust this pretty man with my life.

I have believed that superpowers come from the hands for two episodes now. Waymond is always touching Babe then Babe looks happier. Charles is always touching Babe, then Babe concedes. So Peter not immediately taking Waymond's hand gives me faith that Peter KNOWS what is up because I think he has superpowers too!

Kenta, you do not have superpowers which is why he treats you like this. Kimberly is gonna love the fuck out of you though. All you have to do is murder your boss.

Did Big Red do this to you? MURDER YOUR SHITTY BOSS! You don't need a superpower for that. I'm rooting for you, hon.

My man has the blue blazer and the blue drink. He is proving his loyalty, and I couldn't love him more. This is how you prove you're trustworthy. You ease into the color. Unlike the Treacherous Trio: Charles, Jeffrey, and Waymond.

Barbie, I need you to pay attention. That hand on your arm is controlling you. Your powers are gone because Charles is fucking with your brain so he can take your racing spot. Don't let that lying bastard touch you!

WHY ARE YOU LETTING HIM TOUCH YOU?! I know he is controlling your mind, but you gotta stop letting him touch you. Go two days without his touch and see how much clearer you'll start thing. You took him to you and Way's spot. I'm insulted for Way because this was sacred, yet Charles gets everything he wants . . . *mind control*

Alan, you wear a lot of green, and I love you for that. You are not in this red vs. blue bullshit. You are in a league of your own. I don't think you have superpowers, but if you did, it would be stealing hearts because I'm ready to lay my life down on the line for you, sir. You're perfect.

Sonic REFUSES to get his shit together. WEAR BLUE ALREADY, DAMN! But also, Decanus is not pleased with whatever is happening. Villain Era loading.

This scene would be adorable if Charles wasn't a lying pos.

Decanus, I know you are going to be with Whiny Winifred, so I'm gonna just call this game, and say you lose.

Wait, A SECRET THIRD OPTION?! Kim Possible, is that you player?!

Decanus, you are getting pushed by Alan next week, so I know you done fucked up. Sonic, still be doing wild color things next week too.

Alan, do not suck up to that child. He may be wearing blue in that moment, but his heart is red and not in the good way.

I still ONLY trust Alan, but he is falling for that lying kid, so he might slip in rankings next week, but Kimlock Holmes and Pete the Magic Dragon did no wrong this week, so my trust remains intact for them. I cannot wait until Kenta gets an ounce of love from Kimberly and it turns his entire life around (KILL YOUR SHITTY BOSS!).

Barbie is being mentally and emotionally controlled by Charles and Waymond, so here's hoping this show gets kinky, ties people's hands up, and sees just how powerful they are without the gift of touch.

Couldn't emotionally manipulate Peter, now could you, Waymond?

What is your superpower?

#pit babe #pit babe the series #the colors mean things #and they will guide me the whole way through #color coded boys in love #episode 5 #Peter is the hero here #What is his power?#The gift of common sense #trust no one #except Alan #and possibly Kim #and Pete

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 9 months

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Neurodivergency stuff:

Having a character hyperfixation is so bizarre

[a rant about how character hyperfixations are different than special interests, how seeing Hobies makes me feel, and also daydreams that I don't necessarily control]

I talk about stuff like this here because I feel it should be normalized 🥺😁

I love Hobie. He's my hyperfixation.

But it's not like a special interest or normal hyperfixation. Like I love trains and subways and metros and I'll eat up ANYTHING about them but like - the interest is completely from an intellectual standpoint.

My Hobie hyperfixation is completely different.

Bruh I get about as much comfort looking at his photo as I do like hugging my own mother or some shit and that's not an understatement

Especially actual screenshots of the movie. Like I love fanart but for it to hit right it has to be 'actually him'.

Looking at photos of him genuinely calms me down and thinking about his voice makes me feel safe. I trust him.

I can accurately 'daydream' about him doing almost anything in vivid detail, but I'm not necessarily in control of him in those daydreams. There are just certain things he won't do. If I ask him a question I won't know the answer unless I 'ask' him. And if I don't like is answer I can't just change it cause he said what he said!!!

Um but yeah at least for me it's way more than 'Oh I love this character and reading fics about him' and way closer to 'this is somehow a person to me I talk to through my head. And I can feel the same warm feelings towards him as I do an actual existing human.

I know I can't touch him or hug him - and that gives the exact same emotion as if you were missing a friend that went away to college.

I know it's not the same, but my brain produces the same feeling from different scenarios than other people.

Like just by looking at this photo I can imagine the way his vest feels and what is like to hold his hand, and the fabric of his shirt, the way he smells, his guitar by my leg - and it's like ... I'm not trying to do that that's just what happens when I look at the photo

AND I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT ANY OTHER WAY OR ANY CLEARER AND I-

At least twice I week I have a daydream of Hobie rubbing my back and telling me to calm down and how he understands why I'm upset all in his accent in a very specific detailed rendition of his home thats never been shown on screen before-

And the emotional response is just as real and holds weight in my brain the same. It's way beyond just an intellectual interest, at least in my case.

Character hyperfixations are more emotional connections.

And IDK if that's how it is for everyone else??!!!! But uhhhh!!!!! Yeah- ummmm- haha yah mhm

I hope somebody can relate but like waking up and looking at a Hobie photo feels like waking up beside him and THAT'S THE TRUTH and if you think that's weird or cringe then

Homie idk what you want me to tell you it is what it is

And some people may find that weird or cringe or whatever I don't give the slightest fuck because isn't that amazing that the human brain can do that - see a human creation and take some much meaning and emotion from it, making a full circle of human creation and art powered souly by human emotion and the ridiculously sophisticated imagination humans are only capable of through centuries of evolution right

But can somebody tell me if it's like this for them or if not what does your Hobie hyperfixation look like

Also if you have daydreams too please tell me about them like can you control him in them like a Barbie doll, or is he completely independent?

Mines is probably 90% independent - there's somethings either outside of his character or things he just won't do

[like for those who follow me, in my head I can ask Hobie to take me to the locked basement, and he'll absolutely say no. And if I try to imagine him doing it, the daydream I imagine is a lot more paperthin, plus Hobie will say "That's not it and that's not me, quit imagining me like that-" and I can't continue the daydream

I-]

Since I just exposed myself lemme just-

#HELLO IS THIS THING ON #spiderman #atsv #hobie brown #marvel #spider man #spider punk #spiderpunk #across the spiderverse #Autism #ADHD #neurodivergency #actuallyautistic #actuallyadhd #madd #maladaptive daydreaming

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fictionfixations · 9 days

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dan heng & malleus

idk im bored.

Im pretty sure this characters a walking spoiler LMFAO but also twst cards that relate to the main story count as spoilers too i think so

(THIS is like the .the the 5 star dan heng)

also major book 7 spoilers (of twst. book 7 is like the last book. i think.)

twst is twisted wonderland. its disney. but anime villain boys.

redownloaded honkai star rail (on the pc this time) since i have a genshin shaped hole in my storage lol (if you dont know, i ran out of space so i didnt get to play arlecchino quest). havent been following the story at all nor do i intend to now (theres so much to catch up on...). i just like it because auto battles are a godsend. and haha anime characters.

since there might be some hsr players here who stumble on this post, here's malleus (this is his dorm uniform. instead of pulling for like weapons? i think that's the equivalent of light cones. my brain is very genshin-coded. so instead of that, or just the character with its one set outfit, you pull for different cards, which come in different outfits. that's it, although pulls dont save over banners after they end.)

(also apparently his dorm uniform card art is a spoiler. but i dont know how so im not gonna touch it with a ten foot pole.)

i have malleus brainrot ever since book 7 so im just listening to this imagining him (i was listening to it because i realized i had eng and jp va downloaded so was trying to figure who i preferred. i like the jp ones better.) so these lines kinda remind me of him.

maybe especially overblot. ('do not be afraid' makes me think of 'Why do you look so afraid? A great future awaits you' or something like that)

'i wish not to use this strength' probably being like… not liking that ppl are intimidated by him. bruh just wants friends.

'you are flawed' OW ???

Dragon malleus form where -- /hj

'do not fret' idk malleus gets hurt. we worry. and hes just li.ke 'dont worry. im fine lol' snaps back his 300K HEALTH back to full i am NOT over that malleus what the fuck. i know that battle was meant to be unwinnable but you fucking…

'the consequences are mine to bear' angsty malleus

anyway i just thought it was cool i had this guy with his little fae-like ears and horns. bro i forgot everything that happened in the main story. i tried to pay attention to dan heng's thing but i forgot everything. i think he's like some sort of reincarnation of like. dan feng..>??????? I FORGOR.

ignore the dialogue thing LMFAO

my bruh looks so majestic

i just realized his phone is so plain

im too used to using her when roaming around ngl (i love her design. i know literally nothing. except i think she's like a doll. or dead.)

#hsr #honkai star rail #star rail #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #twst malleus #dan heng #dan heng imbibitor lunae #imbibitor lunae #thoughts

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layalu · 5 months

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this or that

got tagged by @shivunin :]

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing (i canNot choose im sorry) // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks (ironically im otherwise a socks-at-all-times person lol) // fruit or vegetables (really depends though...) // hanging plants or succulents (MEAN. i love both :( ) // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed (love handwritten but often its way harder to read </3) // instagram or pinterest (dont like either but hate insta more) // braids or pigtails // dc or marvel (dont know/care much abt either tho) // books or movies // oceans or meadows (love the ocean but. from a respectful distance hlfsdgf) // forests or fields // sweet or salty (depends but rn sweet) // ice cream or chocolate (again. depends djflsjdsd)// hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair (i mean. its relative lol) // piercings or tattoos (i only have pierced ears tho) // summer or winter (summer too hot </3) // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair (i miss mine 😔) // castles or cottages ('tis europe... we have loads of em xdd) // sunny days or storms (both! but storms my beloved (it's stormy rn :) )) // reptiles or birds (both but. birdwatcher brain go brr)// disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essay or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone (both though.....) // dark or light // photos or painting (both.) // circuses or theaters // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts (tough one! love ghosts thematically tho) // thrift shops or libraries (like flea markets more than thrift stores tbh) // fiction or non-fiction (both are good...)

can you tell. i am bad at making choices flsdjfdskdlf. Also some of these were kind of. what Vibe do i like more vs what applies more to me (e.g. boots are way cooler than sneakers but i rarely wear any) lol.

tagging in turn (as always of course with no pressure), @greypetrel, @ndostairlyrium, @daggerbean, @herearedragons, @a-drama-addict, @brainwormterrarium, @feyfiendish, @beelzebard, @bearsizedant, @nebulouswinds, @wonderofthemoon, @goofsoup, @exotic-inquiry, @creativegoblin, @superboyconner, and anyone else who wants to :)

edit: bruh what happened to the formatting?? why is everything randomly bolded :( Aight let's see if if works better now. ARGH. tumblr work properly for once challenge (impossible). 3rd times the charm. hopefully.

#im always anxious about both forgetting people and annoying people when doing tags |'D #anxiety brain go away youre being silly #but ye! this was fun! hard but fun xD #tag game

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bwambiee · 1 year

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Which girl group would bachira and yukimiya most likely listen to?

IM BACK WITH MORE, MOREEEEE

— nonnie 100000/10 think that yukimiyma, bachira, chigiri are girl group enthusiasts, if you didn’t think that now well now i’m shoving this into your brain so you can!

— def stans all the 2nd gen , 3rd gen , and ofc 4th gen groups and know all their songs to a perfect T

— yukimiya practically worships the ground girls generation walks on and I bet you he even practiced the gee choreo just in case his modeling takes him to a variety show and he has to dance, it might never happen but you never know. He’s an SM stan I feel it in my bones, he was dancing to f(x)’s electric shock when he came out of the womb and now he’s out here giving ppl top 10 reasons why you should stan aespa. If SM won’t hire him as an idol he might as well become the market face for them!

— bachira lives and breathes twice. That is not a headcanon but tis’… a fact. You ask him to bust out a number of the feels and he’ll do it. Singing and dancing with his broken english and all (I sincerely think he got all the guys together at blue lock one day and had a whole dance off like mf camp rock or something,,, kpop to the death of wtver LMAOO). Unlike yukimiya though I don’t think he’s much of a company stan since he literally listens to all (he’s not picky I tell you, one minute he’s listening to Itzy and the next he’s shaking his ass to Exid’s DDD , iconic really) but IF I had to pick I think he’s a jyp stan bc I know this man listened to got7 and is listening to stray kids too, Day6 if he’s feeling his feels too y’know?

— now chigiri…. chigiri is cultured. He has refined tastes, he has a sister so I know DAMN well he is both a boy group stan AND a girl group stan GASP the work of treachery!! how can this be?: Enhypen by day, new jeans by night. He popped OFF on le serrafim’s anti fragile when it dropped and I kid you not he def taught isagi, nagi, and barou the choreo one night before a game with that lil’ ipad they have. “But I bet they have certain apps blocked 🙁” NO. no, these mf’s probably found a vpn and downloaded that shit so they can have spotify or youtube,, OR EVEN VIKI TO WATCH DRAMAS DW I FIGURED IT OUT, that’s how these headcanon came to life. When chigiri’s brushing his hair or his teeth you can catch him singing and dancing to omg by new jeans and cupid by fifty fifty— i know this bc kunigami told me and recorded it oops

— THESE GUYS HAVE SECRET FAN ACCS OMG (thank u xi for this) they also start fanwars on the TL bc they’re in blue lock and they’re bored and toxic, does ego find them? yes, does he delete and tell them to come to his office and lock off? no, bc ego is enjoying the drama between le sserafim’s fandom and aespa’s fandom on “who’s the biggest gg?”

— the replies make him chuckle so he leaves it alone when yukimiya told chigiri (allegedly on their fan accs) that “le serrafim can preach abt being anti fragile but your rocked up knee says otherwise, your group doing false advertising 🙄”

-to which chigiri responds : “at least mine aren’t robots and have more plastic then an organic grocery store who preaches abt saving the planet but they got their strawberries in a plastic container 😟I don’t need to use ai bot to talk to my idols so… ”

— bachira is just lurking and instigating he’s such a bitch bruh “oooh you gonna just to take that???” “yikes bro personally…. I wouldn’t take that” SHUT.

#₊˚⊹kayla gossips !#oh shit it’s long again my b #blue lock #blue lock x reader

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lilliths-httyd-blog · 4 months

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I've got my pre-period bad feels and it's not doing me any good...

Anyway uh I crave engagement and interaction with other fandom members (normal caveman urge to interact with people I like who have interests similar to mine, so fair enough)... but like... I feel like I have to be constantly putting stuff out in order to trigger this engagement, which has thrown me into this really unhealthy cycle of "I must work in order to earn the ability to have conversations with people" basically. Like... "Nobody's talking to me, must be my fault for not posting a fic! What? I did post a fic? Oh, people just aren't interested in me anymore because I haven't been putting out work consistently, whoops, I'm just gonna be alone for a while now..." like that's where my brain is at rn and it sucks so much...

Comments on my fics are definitely slowing down. YouTube views feel like they're slowing down even though I know they're not. YouTube comments are absolutely slowing down. Notes in the tags/reblogs are too but that's because I haven't been writing many of my own posts recently because my brain is sleepy. Discord interactions aren't as down but it's just not the same, like it feels like friendships are just. Disappearing.

And I feel like it's my fault. Because I've been taking breaks from writing and video-making to interact with the real world and partake in other hobbies and have fun and GET OVER MY FUCKING PRODUCTIVITY COMPLEX WHEREIN WHICH I CHASTISE MYSELF FOR NOT BEING PRODUCTIVE 100% OF THE TIME AND IT'S ABSOLUTE HELL. Like bruh I went swimming, I baked cupcakes. I should feel good about myself but I don't. Because I haven't been posting as much recently. My art has become my means of 'earning' friendships and interactions.

I'm aware of how unhealthy and fucked this all is. I don't need advice (I've heard it all before). It's just another issue I gotta work through.

But damn, it would be nice to feel like I can actually fucking talk to people.

And I feel like all this wouldn't be as bad if I wasn't having pseudo writers/art block.

Also, I feel like it's my fault because I joined a new fandom and have been creating less for the old one.

#vent #vent post #tw vent #i feel like an imposter with all this venting lol among us #no unsolicited advice please

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tobiasdrake · 6 months

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Onward to the testing site. That sounds like a place I need to see for myself. This may be ground zero for everything that's happening in this city.

Whatever broke out of here may be, like, the first Amaterasu homunculus. Or something. This is such a wild new element. I have no idea what this could possibly connect to.

Of course, it might not be a person that broke out. It could have been an explosion. Maybe this is the true nature of the "toxic gas leak from a mine".

Some of those pods have glowing red stuff in them. I think I can make out a humanoid body in one. Are those homunculi? People being made into homunculi? Something?

YAKOU! About fucking time, man. Where you at? Scale of 1 to Brains, how you feeling?

We're outside Kanai Ward. We've passed the perimeter of the Forever Rains. That's. Okay. So if this lab is situated this far from the city, it seems unlikely that whatever went Nuclear Meltdown here affected the whole city. Right?

That. Raises. Further questions. Did the experiment affect the water supply, causing the Forever Rain? And the Forever Rain, like... kills people unless they're homunculi? No, that wouldn't make sense. Then Yomi wouldn't need Zilch to keep outsiders away.

Better question, who the hell are you? You're not anyone that I've killed.

Shot in the dark: Kurumi's missing grandpa, Kanai Ward's greatest informant?

Former Amaterasu CEO who died under mysterious circumstances, then? I remember Makoto was saying that it was an accident. He fell down some stairs onto some bullets. Makoto speculated that Yomi had the ex-CEO killed.

Or, I guess, "killed". Homunculus and all.

That makes more sense. Still no idea what ever became of Kurumi's grandpa but I think I shot-in-the-darked earlier that he was Number One.

Think you can shed some light on Makoto's rise to power?

He can't tell us exactly what Blank Week was but he can share details. I'm all ears.

What. Hold up. How does "violent conquest" = "everyone loses a week"? You're talking nonsense, bruh.

OH OKAY THAT'S HOW. Kanai Ward wasn't killed by whatever explosion happened here. They were killed by genocide. UG came in shooting and slaughtered every man, woman, and child in the city.

Likely ex-WDO Detective Makoto then came in and created homunculi to try and un-genocide the city. That's. Pretty admirable, honestly.

Like. It's a futile gesture. It's the cloning conundrum. You haven't brought the dead back to life; You've created new life burdened with the identity and memories of the old. Oh, and also a ravenous hunger for human flesh, so that's fun. But it feels like his heart was in the right place. This piece of context changes a lot of my perspective on Makoto.

If he's a high-ranking WDO member, then that would make sense. Maybe he even used to be the previous Number One or something?

He unmassacred the city and then went, "Check me out, I have a city full of immortal super-soldiers. And this file full of dirty homunculus secrets. Probably for the best that you let me take my ball and go home forever."

Did. The UG did occupy Kanai Ward, and Amaterasu was consumed. That has to be it. This has to be the answer to why everybody died.

That's the part that's still getting me. The Blank Week, the meat buns, the international kidnappings, all of the various homunculi we've seen here, it all points at the same thing: Everyone in Kanai Ward was killed, then recreated as a homunculus. Only Makoto could have done that.

But Makoto is fervently anti-homunculus? Why? Was he just afraid that the people of his corporate necropolis would realize the truth about themselves?

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

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neteyummydrabbles · 1 year

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glistening drops of honey [part 3]

tingle your senses with part 2 here:

pairing: neteyam x fem human reader warnings: cringe, daddy jake words: 788 (longest one yet help)

"who was he?"

while i was busy thirsting over my mystery man, his lips suddenly parted, smashing into mine. “drop your weapons and surrender!”, he commanded. “yeah, we’re literally twice your size bruh”, said the shorter one. i squealed and tripped on some vine, falling flat on my face. the taller na’vi wasted no time in grabbing the opportunity and my ass to throw me over his shoulder. “what are you waiting for, lo’ak?!??! gRAB THEM!!! we gotta take them to sir!” ah, so the shorter one had a name. we were too dazed from our midnight journey to fight back - and i couldn't deny that a part of me was enjoying this sudden turn in our illegal thievery venture. soon, the rest of the gang was hoisted over the na'vi shoulders, and we were skedaddling away into the forest like a gang of oompa loompas.

i think the appropriate bodily reaction to a situation like this would be a seizure and an aneurysm, but all i could think of was the feeling of the na’vi’s broad and muscular shoulders against my petite frame. his voice was playing over and over in my head- i felt my heat twitching.

after a long, bouncy, eerily silent journey, we reached a camp brimming with thrust thirst worthy na’vi. a tall, daddy na’vi adorned with beads and jewellery approached us. “neteyam, what’s going on?!”, he asked. “we found them in the jungle carrying guns, with prospective malicious intent, sir”. oh great, he was smart too??!!

“neteyam”, i gasped underneath my breath. his name... neteyam... it slipped so comfortably off my tongue. even his name sent shivers down my broken spine.

daddy creeped towards us, “why are you here?”, he asked with a hoarse voice. it almost sounded like a demand. ooh zaddy- wait, what?? i mentally slapped myself. bitch, calm yo tits.

“we’re not here for trouble, we’re just trying to stay alive”, pleaded trystan. “the earth is doomed. the poor have no way to survive - believe me when i say we had no other choice.” as our heart rates rose, frantically trying to escape, something clicked in my brain. those eyes, his face, his voice- why did it all sound so familiar?

"MAJAKE???!!!" a voice echoed from afar. wait- JAKE?? JAKE SULLY??!!?? not a single person on earth hadn't heard of that name and the tales about it.

"y-you ..... y-" kobra stuttered, in disbelief that we were standing before the very man who had allegedly defeated the first military pandora mission and shapeshifted to a pandorian creature. "yes," he calmly uttered. "i know. not just about the things they say of me, but the state of the earth and the desperation it can cause in starving souls." we exchanged panicked, shocked glances among one another. "but this place saved me- i realised the gravity of the destructive tendencies of my people, and have grown to call this my home. its community, the way they care for their planet was like a calling, rescuing me from the materialism and disrespect of the sky people." he explained, with pain and regret in his eyes.

"but", he added, "it can save you too." he smoldered, looking my seductive anatomy up and down.

we pondered the offer before us - we knew he was right. a life on earth was not worth destroying and robbing a thriving ecosystem- no amount of extraterrestrial resources could undo the damage done to our home. this - this was redemption. i was certain of it. there was a glint in my siren eyes- i had had an epiphany.

as realisation sunk in, i barely noticed arrows driving through the flailing bodies of kobra, trystan and nitro. both the na'vi and I knew they would never accept the ways of peace, no matter how fruitful the outcome may be. they were the last humans i would see for years to come. but there was something about me that seemed to gain their trust. "i see it in your eyes, the way your hips swayed as you entered"- jake recited. "you were born to be here, just like me."

a slender woman hissed from behind jake, teeth baring . i felt a convulsion in my body. he sighed and strode toward me, "your name?"

“y-y/n” i said timidly, fidgeting with my fingers, and playing with my knotted hair. “neteyam, why don’t you go show y/n around?” jake suggested.

my core tightened.

i observed the annoyance evident in neteyam's expression. despite being burly, brawny and robust, neteyam was no match for jake sully's intimidating gaze. he nodded hesitantly as our orbs met.

i bashfully smoldered, a tinge of pink dusting my soft, bouncy cheeks. both sets of cheeks.

thanks for reading :D likes, reblogs and follows are greatly appreciated <3

w rizz exhibit a :

#neteyam #avatar #avatar the way of water #atwow #enemies to lovers #neteyam x human reader #forbidden love #avatar imagine #avatar angst #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #jake sully #loak sully

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pensiveabstraction · 1 year

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omg omg omg big brain moment, jetko highway robbery au

zuko, young (and until recently estranged) heir to a significant estate is on his way home (think the return to the fire nation of book 3). his carriage has to stop in the road through the forest bc there's a tree across it. there are no guards (bc his father does not care for his safety), the only other person is the driver of the carriage. cue the band of strange children dropping from the trees in the surrounding area and demanding his valuables. zuko doesnt know what to think, until the eldest and apparent leader of the gang notices his swords and goads him - weirdly flirtatiously - into a one-on-one swordfight. zuko is so annoyed, confused and flustered by the other boy that he accepts. to steal a brilliant proverb, he is so busy fighting that he cannot see his own ship has set sail; by the time he defeats the other boy, the forest-children have made off with the entire contents of the carriage, literally all of his travelgear and the driver of the carriage has long since decided this isn't worth it, taken one of the horses and left. zuko is left to glare at the boy - who apparently had a pistol this entire time why did he even bother swordfighting me?? - as he leaves smugly with the gun pointed at zuko til hes out of sight, untie the other horse from the ransacked carriage and make the rest of the way on his own.

months later when zuko is kicked out to fend for himself for opposing his father's cruel treatment of his employees and corrupt business practices (particularly worker safety negligence leading to deaths and making rent in the area very steep which led to dozens of families being left without income, without homes), he ends up going to the forest, hoping to remember the way back to the village he and uncle were staying at, even if he doesn't think his uncle will want to see him.

jet finds this mysterious grubby kid in the forest, wandering directionlessly and tries to adopt him into the freedom fighters (aka his merry band of fellow orphans he taught to steal bc he didnt know how else to provide for them, as a fellow kid himself). zuko is like seriously bruh u robbed me why are u tryna get me in ur gang? jet then remembers him. jet usually makes a point to try and rob ppl who seem like they could do without the stuff, so when he - unknown to zuko - comes to the incorrect conclusion that zuko is alone, hungry, seemingly homeless and destitute because of him, he feels guilty and insists the other boy at least join them for dinner at least (also hes still pretty how is someone this pretty when they're so filthy, like srsly bro even the band of feral forest-kids bathe regularly).

zuko, having very lacking independent survival skills takes him up on his offer and, annoyed by the other boy's continuous needling, goading and teasing (flirting? no couldnt be) takes on a competitive determination to be the best highway robber ever, joining his gang. cue adorable found family moments with the fighters as zuko wonders how such terrifying feral children could be this adorable, jet and zuko committing crimes in the middle of flirting/arguing/??? (the ppl they steal from are pretty insulted that they're so easy to beat that these two - are they literal children? - seem to not even need to pay attention to them) and funny awkward moments like that one time where they attack a carriage only to discover it's ty lee's and zuko is like ".... oh hey ty lee..... um, give me all your money?" and ty lee, unphased by the robbery attempt, is like "zuko! we thought you went missing! how are things? you seem to be doing nice for yourself!, your aura has never been pinker! ooh you should bring your new friends to mine to visit some time, it feels like forever since we got to hang out!" *chiblocks literally all of the freedom fighters and shouts back waving as the carriage is leaving* "lovely seeing you! im on the way to visit azula, but you should come say hi when im on my way back!" (jet is like "what the fuck" and zukos like "yeah thats just ty lee for ya.")

idk i was reminiscing on my history gcse, the crime and punishment module and i thought about highway robbery and i was like wait this neeeeeeds to be a jetko au somehow and lo and behold my brain has spoken

#i am rotting in the brain again #so many ideas so few fingers to properly write them with #i mean i have plenty of fingers i didnt rly know how else to finish the phrase idk #jet and zuko slowly taking over all power in my head #they have deposed the previous government and installed themselves as co-dictators #jetko #jet atla #jet avatar #jet x zuko #zuko x jet #atla #zuko #atla au #avatar the last airbender #prince zuko

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risu442 · 1 year

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@killiru tagged me! Thank you sweetie I hope u're doing well! <3

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Following the rules are not for me. Bruh. Baby next time let me wait to post something what I didn't wrote with a half-asleep brain. - and following the rulez is not for me so here 2 lines.

"So will you cut my hair or what?" He asked with a playful smile while their lips still touched each other, he still hugged Kim, and his fingers played with the dragon's hair happily.

And now excuse me I have to go and hide in the woods as a hermit. Bye 🏃 -Why do you people let me embarass myself in your private chats.... Q.Q-

No way to get this many blogs who dare to follow me. But here some who may be interested! @ahomatsuri @vegasandhishedgehog @just-slightly-chaotic (or @just-slightly-chayotic idk anymore ToT), @wherelanguage-ends <- !!! @scattered-stardust @arewedoneyet @kimchaybrainrot @fuckyeah-itme @angels-holocaust @alwaysandforeverlost @saturnskyline @sherlockholmeson @carlafloral @call-my-master @micuko

No pressure but someone pls save me and try to distract people for their nice lines to not see mine thanks TwT

#tag game #random #game

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