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thatstroubling · 8 months

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Poll: What is, on average, the best Danganronpa chapter across the 3 mainline games?

AKA all Danganronpa murders are the same <3.

Parallels among the murders of the same chapter are listed below:

Chapter 1, AKA: "In a murder committed out of fear and panic, after dusk, in a location where the protagonist appeared shortly before, a strongly motivated individual, after taking initiative on their own, is murdered as a result of a betrayal by the protagonist's best ally, after which the corpse of the victim is found slumped on the floor and during the trial for which the blame is for a prolonged time placed on the protagonist or their ally (who was indeed involved, but ultimately is not the blackened)."

Chapter 2, AKA: "In an attempt to maintain allegiance to an important individual and to uphold a sense of honor for their Ultimate title, a capable classmate bludgeons to death the mentally strong yet physically weak (or mentally weak and physically strong) fan favorite (who therefore ends up dying too early) in a hands-on-hands physical confrontation, after which the placement of the corpse as well as the "perceived" crime scene is messed with to pin the blame on another person."

Chapter 3, AKA: "A-not-mentally-well-adjusted individual commits an immaculate and complicated double murder for a unthinkably irrational or amoral cause, which includes a body appearing at the crime scene out of nowhere in a seemingly impossible fashion, and in which one of the victims is the one who was lured out by the killer and willfully takes part in the action (but unknowing that it will result in their own murder) and in which the other victim ends up being the socially ostracized individual, simply because they happen to be at a wrong place at the wrong time."

Chapter 4, AKA: "Within a set-up for a locked room murder mystery, the good-hearted fan favorite becomes a part of a two-person life-and-death allegiance to perform a heroic act of self-sacrificial killing using an unknown murder method with the intention of getting themself killed so that everyone else may live, while one person is revealed to have had a deeper insight into the killing game for some time."

Chapter 5, AKA: "In an unsuccessful attempt to bring the killing game to its conclusion, the most malicious student of the class orchestrates an almost perfect, convoluted and seemingly unnecessarily but indeed intentionally violent murder (which serves as a way of mangling the corpse to a point where the murder method is concealed), whose solving hinges on the protagonist's new but trusted ally's confession about their not-really-consenting involvement."

Chapter 6, AKA: "After a retrospective investigation that brings to light new circumstances about the game's setting as well as its previous events, an existential crisis consumes the remaining survivors as the identity of the class and the killing game itself is revealed, during which Junko Enoshima appears (of course), and which ends with the true protagonist killing the mastermind in order to seek redemption, freedom and hope for their classmates.

P.S. This whole thing was primarily inspired to by my desire to prove Nagito's assumptions from chapter 4 wrong:

Most of these are fortunatelly not true when we also take V3 into account: while Rantaro was important, he wasn't stabbed; a serial killer was revealed in the third chapter, not the in the second; and I wouldn't exactly classify chapter 4 murder as a suicide in either sdr2 or v3 (though we DID have two people playing Russian roulette in the Funhouse, yikes). All in all, the murders wouldn't have been nearly as shocking if they correlated with what had been already pointed out in the second game before, so I'm not really surprised that there ended up being other similarities among the murders.

That's all, thank you for reading <3

#thank you in advance to anyone who voted #if you're unsure of what to pick just go based on vibes #surprisingly not too many researchers are waiting for the results of this scientific survey it's just for fun #the idea to compille all the parallels in the chapters of the same number has been occupying my head for a long time #so Im glad I was able to find quite a satisfying number of them Id say #really highlights how good dr's writing can be sometimes #chapter 4 is probably my favorite Id say on average it has produced the biggest amount of tears 🥲🥲🥲#sorry in advance for spamming the main character tags I'm not 100% sure whether this is fit to be main char tagged #txt #drv3 #sdr2 #danganronpa #kokichi ouma #nagito komaeda #shuichi saihara #hajime hinata #kaede akamatsu #mahiru koizumi #chihiro fujisaki #kirumi tojo #tsumugi shirogane #kaito momota #sakura oogami #gundham tanaka #tenko chabashira #angie yonaga #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #leon kuwata #💜

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7ndipity · 7 months

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Mine

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: Joon gets easily jealous, but do you mind, really?

Warnings: Swearing, Joonie’s kinda possessive, very suggestive

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! Sorry it took a few extra days, this month’s been a lot, but we’re finally starting to feel better! This one started off angsty in my drafts but somehow turned out way more suggestive than I planned (At what point should I start a blog for spicy fics? lmk)

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It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on in Namjoon’s head that evening, mouth pressed into a hard, thin line as he only half followed the conversation he was currently in the middle of, but you could feel the weight of his eyes constantly tracking you from across the room as you talked with one of the other artists that were at the event Joon had invited you to as his plus one.

You fought the slight urge to roll your own eyes as you caught his hard stare through the crowd, trying your best to ignore him for the moment and keep your focus on your own conversation.

This was starting to become a recurring situation between the two of you; if he saw you getting too close (in his opinion anyway) to another guy, or sometimes anyone at all, his stubborn jealousy would rear its ugly head, turning your normally sweet and understanding boyfriend sour and possessive.

He, of course, vehemently denied that that was what it was, that the other person was just giving him bad vibes and he was just looking out for you, although you couldn’t help wondering if/when he would notice that the those ‘vibes’ he kept picking up on was just their interest in you.

Almost as if on cue, you felt a familiar pair of hands land on your waist, thumbs rubbing soothing patterns against your sides through the fabric of your outfit, though it was unclear whether it was meant to calm you or him.

“Having a good time?” He asked, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You didn’t miss the way his tone went up at the end in annoyance, despite his rather feeble attempt to mask it.

“I am, what about you?” You replied, tilting your head to look back at him.

“I think I’ve had my fill of socializing for one evening. Shall we go?”

“Do we have to?” You asked.

“I would like to.” He said, leaning closer. “I’ve also had my fill of other people stealing your attention from me.” He whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

The car ride home was unusually quiet. You noticed that he was still tense based on the way he was gripping the steering wheel, but you chose to leave it be, leaving him the responsibility to present the topic to you if there was something truly bothering him.

You barely made it through the door though before he was on you, catching you in a bruising kiss as he pressed you back against the wall.

“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” He mumbled against your lips. “Couldn’t stand the way they kept looking at you.”

“They weren’t.” You gasped between kisses.

“You don’t see what I do.” He said, trailing kisses over your jaw and down your neck to your pulse point.

“Who cares?” You replied, hands struggling to find purchase on his shoulders.

“I do.” He practically growled.

“You shouldn’t.”

Your response made his head whip back up to look at you. “Why the fuck not?”

“Because they don’t matter.” You said, cupping his face in your hands, feeling the heat of his skin against your palms. “I only want you, no one else. You believe that, right?”

He sighed, instinctively leaning into your touch. “Of course I do, I just don’t like people thinking that they can take what’s mine.”

“Yours?” You raised your brows at him. ”What, like you own me?”

He shook his head. “Absolutely not! You belong to only yourself. But-” He stopped, unsure of how to continue.

“But?” You urged, catching him off guard as you wound your hands into his hair and gave a quick tug.

His eyes darkened. “But you're mine.” He pressed another hot kiss to your mouth, stealing your breath as he spoke. “You’re mine and I’m yours. Only yours.”

You relented for the moment, letting yourself get lost in the feeling of him as his hands ghosted over your body, making you press even closer to him.

"Mine."

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gnomeskillet · 7 months

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Alright, since @augmentedhuman posted some Bloodweave art, I'm upholding my end of the deal and posting some of my writing.

The context is that it's a loosely modern AU based on Duran Duran's Save a Prayer because it has SUCH VIBES. At some point I would like this to be a full fic, but for now, this is what I have written

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In the evenings, Gale liked to sit by the window looking out over the street while he graded papers. It had the best view of the sun as it sank behind the towering silhouettes of the city, the sky fading from blue to pink to purple as the buildings threw shadows over the rooftops. Tara liked it when he sat there too, the gregarious calico settling in his lap to watch the birds that perched on the windowsill.

Lately there was another reason why he liked sitting in that window. A tall, pale man wearing a leather jacket had taken to lingering by the corner. Sometimes other people came by to talk to him, exchanging a few words and flirtatious smiles before he led them off into the night. Sometimes, he'd pull out his phone and grimace, sliding his tongue over his teeth before stuffing his hands in his pockets and sulking off into the night. The rest of the time, he just kind of stood there smoking a cigarette and looking like he was waiting for something.

Normally, Gale didn't pay that much attention to the people who passed by his third story window, but one night he happened to spare a glance down at the street and found piercing red eyes looking back at him. He'd waved awkwardly, unsure he was even the focus of the man's gaze, and he thought he got a smile in return, but he couldn't be sure. Now Gale found the man's presence magnetic, his eye drawn towards the street with a distracting frequency, hoping against hope to catch the man's eye one more time.

Gale often wondered who he was and what he was doing standing there all night long. Though he knew he could always go down and strike up a conversation, part of him balked at the prospect. After all, what was he to say?

"Hello, I live in the apartment across the street and I've noticed you around. You're so handsome and mysterious, would you like to get coffee with me sometime?"

Well, it probably wasn't the worst pick up line the man had ever heard and it wasn't as though Gale was without his charms. It just never seemed to be the right moment.

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Astarion muttered to himself as he leaned back against the brick wall, hands stuffed into the pockets of his well worn skinny jeans. Petras had started edging in on his territory despite his repeated warnings. With the introduction of the Steel Watch, it was getting harder and harder to pick up victims for Cazador, and so the siblings were starting to bump into each other, causing rising tension and flaring tempers back at the coven. Astarion had started spending less and less time at home, braving sun as it began to sink beneath the city's horizon and the buildings began to cast long shadows over the streets.

Absent-mindedly, he glanced up at the window where the man with the cat liked to sit. He was usually wearing some flavor of robe that draped loosely over his shoulders and fell open at the chest, showing off just enough to make Astarion smirk. Every now and then, light from the sinking sun or a passing car would reflect off the lone earring dangling near the top of his jaw. It was that earring that had caught his eye in the first place, that little flash drawing his attention up from the street to the third story window.

If Astarion was being honest with himself, that man was the reason he was so protective of his territory. He didn't know anything about the man other than the fact that he had a cat, he spent his evenings drinking wine and reading, and that according to the apartment directory, his name was G. Dekarios. That was it. Sure, there were plenty of ways Astarion could find out more about him if he wanted, but the mystery was what made the man so enticing. He was like a beautiful bird tucked away in a cage that Astarion could admire while he worked and fantasize about when nights were slow.

What did he smell like, and how soft was his hair? What would he sound like if he was laid out on his back while Astarion pinned him down and sunk his teeth into his neck? Would he struggle? Would he acquiesce willingly, thrilled and aroused by the thought of being claimed by a vampire? So many of Astarion's victims were lured in by the subtle flash of fangs behind his lips, perhaps Mister Dekarios was just like the rest of them, sitting up there in his windowsill reading bawdy vampire romance novels.

Snorting to himself, Astarion tipped his head back and sighed, letting his thoughts wander further. The man in the windowsill seemed to enjoy Astarion's presence just as much if the long glances shot in his direction were any indication. How long would it take for the man to give into his curiosity and come down to speak with him? What would he wear when finally made his approach? Would he cross the street wearing one of his silky looking robes, one loose shoulder slipping down to expose a little extra skin? Or would he throw on something mundane and boring and ruin all sense of mystique that ignorance afforded him.

Perhaps it was better not to know. That was the risk you took when you fantasized about strange men in windowsills; there was always the chance that the man of your dreams is actually capital D dull. Luckily, Astarion didn't really care one way or another. This was just a little game he played while he waited for his next mark to come along.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #bloodweave #Youtube

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 2 years

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Random Villain Recruiters Headcanons:

Hook knows how to cook. Pirate life dude. So she cooks a lot of the food for the recruiters with Apple, Joe, and Jack since they also cook

Pretty Scar can make a tail and a pair of ears appear at her will to connect with her and sometimes when the Recruiters find a lost child she would let them pet her ears to calm down

Both Malfie and Apple tend to care most about their appearance, so skin/hair/nail routines a norm, especially when their recruiter days are on one day of a year

Speaking of Halloween in Disney, the group tend to act like they won't care if they don't see each other but on the day before the big day when they meet up to know groups and schedules they all basically tackle hug each other screaming about how long it's been. Like Apple, who doesn't seem to the type to hug for more than three seconds, picks up the first one he sees and spins while giving a big tight hug.

A shipper version is Mr. V is so nice enough to allow the lovers to spend this day catching up on a date...or other things since I don't believe a lot of the Disney Villains would approve of relationships between their recruiters

They do go into their human forms when they're back with their villains or if another thing happens

I love the cute headcanons that the villains are basically parents/mentors to the recruiters but to me Captain Hook seems the most fatherly to his recruiter. I don't know why but he just gives me the vibe of dad energy when Lady Hook comes to mind. Like a supportive dad or dads if you want to count the crew who most likely helped raised her

Cruella would be kind of a sucky mother due to her crime against animals and Dalmatia being a dog, but she's learning for the sake of him and that she actually likes him

Sadly I think Frollo is kind of a father figure to Veil but not the best kind... Frollo seems the least reformable in the villain group but Veil talks so highly of him, so I sadly end up headcanoning that if Veil and Lady Hook ended up dating or if Frollo heard about Veil's fascination to the pirate he would spit some religious stuff which would be hypocritical to him since of what he had done. I by no means hit religion as bad, you can like and do whatever you want as long as you're not hurting yourself or others

Jack Heart and Lady Hook play cards together when they have break and get along, both are crazy for different reasons

They all know when Veil is sad if she's not humming or singing

Therefore singing to her cheers her up right away, even if you can't sing!

If they were doing a dance party/contest it's not really a lot but if you get to choose a partner to dance with then do step down since Farja and Malfie seem to have it down perfectly! They work so well together and tend to look like they're flying when they dance together, mixing each other's hometown and magic in their dances as well Close second always is Ms. Hades and Joe, both working so well together despite being so different like water and fire and some how the dancing turns to a tango of sorts

Since apparently Farja is a scarlet macaw (what a pretty bird) she loves pets

Also based on her true form she tends to mostly eat nuts and seeds so the shops have a special health like bar ready for her and Ms. Hades has one in her pocket always

Since "Ms" means someone who either was married once but not anymore or you're unsure if she is married or not, I have a headcanon Ms. Hades was like Meg and she was married but her lover abandoned her and Hades took pity on the girl, which explains why she's kind of a boss-ass-bitch

Jack and Dalmatia cuddle. Ship or not they straight up snuggle if one of them is cold as best friends do

Joe has a habit of chewing on pens if he's stressed

Farja has a hair stim where she runs her fingers through her hair, twirls her hair, etc. But if for some reason she can't do her hair she seeks other's heads and do it to them

101 Dalmatians take place in England so Dalmatia has a English accent that switches from Cockney and Posh depends on who he's speaking to

Sadly like other Disney workers they get hit on a lot and it's usually Joe or Apple who get it worst. But one time Joe saw a customer being too flirty to Farja and she's really uncomfortable he stepped in front of the customer and gave them the scariest look ever and kicked them out

Pretty Scar secretly has a good voice, just lacks confidence that she's good at anything

Apple gives his coat to those who need it no matter who it is or gender

#disney villain recruiters #apple poison #jack heart #mr dalmatian #dalmatia #lady hook #villain recruiters veil #ms hades #farja #malfie #eight foot joe #pretty scar #mr v #villain recruiters

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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Playing with Fire 2

Poison x named f reader

Words: 3,687

Warnings: angst, misogyny , sexual vibes

Credit to GIF makers

This chapter: We learn more about Adria ( the named reader) and how she got involved with this life. So backstory!

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💫After this chapter, the fic moves to A03

Flashback

You stared at this painting more times than you can count. You could still remember the time your father had it put up. At the time, you were 7 years old and snuck into the office. As a child and teen, it was a place of mystery for you, a place where your father and grandfather went to talk business, a place you weren't allowed to go. Until the day you were.

“Adria, are you listening?”

Your fathers voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Yes.” You replied.

“It wasn’t an easy sell, Adria. You know I don’t make the rules,” he rested his hands on the table, “you’ll have to work three times as hard as a man does. But I know you are smarter than any man I could send to do this job. The kind of impression we need to make, only you can do that. I don’t love the idea of sending you, but we need our best, you’re it.”

Your eyes moved around the room, not settling on anything as you think of a response. After going over your options, you went with your first thought,

“So, what exactly do you want me to do? I’ve already managed the first exchange. What is this longer assignment? You’ve been vague with details.”

Your father replied, “I don’t trust him, I need eyes there. You know that. We all do, " he looked around the room, meeting everyone's eyes, "This is my way of having eyes. If we have a base of operations there, we stay close, even if he has eyes on us.

Sitting up straight, you pushed your chair closer to the table edge and rested your elbows on the surface. "You’re not saying - I’m not moving there?

He quickly answered, “No. Someone else will. Before I send a team, I need to know what that location is worth. I need to know the true value and if we're getting fucked over or not. I need to know if there is anything that will bite me in the ass later.”

You felt unsure about all this since he first mentioned it. Your family already had some shady business associates, it was unavoidable at this point, but the bigwig in Colombia? He may be the worst of all. It's not the kind of man you want to work for, or anywhere near - but that wasn't up to you, and you had no say in the matter.

Your father is the kind of man it's hard to say no to, near impossible at times. You did try to back out of this, even took a trip with some friends to conveniently disappear during the talks, but he wasn't hearing it.

Your father continued, “If anything is off Adria, I want to know before I take over that location. I don’t want anyone's past mistakes hurting my profits, or my family.”

With thoughts spinning in your brain, you picked up the drink in front of you. It was custom, everyone got a glass before the talks started. You had no intentions of drinking this early, but with this news, you may need more than one.

As you swirled the liquid in the glass, your mind continued to race. After a moment, you took a big gulp then set the glass down.

“You can do this, Adria.”

With your eyes still downcast, you took another sip and swallowed. Your father waited patiently until your eyes met his.

He added, "I trust you with this. You're the only one who can do it right."

It was too soon to take another drink, but you held the glass to your lips, ready to down the thing just to take the edge off. The room is quiet, your father and grandfather sit in silence. Everyone waiting for your response.

A moment later, you replied calmly, “I know.”

- Flashback over -

Day 1 in Colombia

In about an hour, you start your first day at the warehouse.

A mix of nervousness, excitement, and apprehension all mix in your gut. Your father was right, this job is right up your ally, despite how upset your brother is that he wasn't chosen for the secret task.

It's been a point of contention for years now, your father favoring you for business things. But your brother is a fuck up, and he'd run this whole thing into the ground in a week.

Instead of working and digging beneath the surface of the deal, he'd be partying all night and running around like some wannabe narco. It's one the many reasons he's purposely kept in the dark and only tasked to smaller jobs, and never alone, he always has some kind of a babysitter whose keeping tabs and communicating with your father.

Even with your family's confidence about all this, the security concern is still very real, and you arrived with a whole team, some from home, and some local. Anything you could need, there's someone to call for it. The fact that you're a woman automatically means more precautions and more protection.

Though there are things to fear, you do feel confident about your ability to get this done. They don't call you a fixer for nothing. Aside from office work, day-to-day operations, and managing important deliveries, you are damn good at recognizing problems and questionable patterns. You expect to use every one of your skills for this assignment.

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Giving yourself a once over in the mirror, you decide to stick with the outfit you have on and leave your hair as it is. You did change a few times, but it was all due to first day nervousness. When you walk in there, you need it to be clear you mean business and you're not here to be cute or make friends. The suit and updo get that across perfectly.

José, one of your guards, catches your attention as he entered the room.

"Adria, your ride is approaching." He announces.

"Thank you, José." You grab your bag, drape a jacket over your left arm, then leave the house.

The slight breeze instantly cools your skin. It will take some getting used to, the Colombian heat. It's a different kind of hot. You watch a nice black car pulls up before the house. As you head down the steps, you see the driver and smile.

Poison is reclined in the driver's seat, hand on the steering wheel, looking like a model ready to get his photo taken. Rounding the car, you reach to passenger seat, and he opens the door for you.

“We meet again.”

You say in a neutral voice, trying to hide your excitement. Not that the smile on your face wasn't giving you away already.

Poison watches you enter the car, his cocky grin glued to his lips, “only the best for you Princesa,” he pauses to greedily take you in with his eyes, “keeping you safe is part of the deal.”

Your smile turns into a small grin as you latch the seat belt around your body.

You set your purse on your lap and glance at him, he winks at you, “Poison, I do have my own security team, and driver. Did the boss send you? Or did you take this job for yourself?”

Poison doesn’t answer your questions. An amused expression lingers on his face as he starts the car and begins to drive.

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You didn’t want to admit how much you think about that interaction a week ago. But now, all you can think about is seeing him for the first time and how it would feel to touch him; to run the soft pads of your fingers across his bicep, to climb into his very inviting lap, to staddle is strong looking thighs. Poison not only looks good, but he also smells good, and it's setting your body on fire.

After being on the road for a few minutes, you need something to stop your dirty thoughts. You start reaching over to the radio when Poison shoots you a very stern look. it causes you to stop on your tracks as you stare at him,

“Ohh, you’re one of those no-one- touches-my car guys?”

Poison smirks, “or drives it,” his eyes move from the road to you, “I could make an exception, but it will cost you.”

“Oh yea, what?”

He points to his lips, “Then you can touch the radio.”

Bringing your fingers to your chin, you pretend to think about it. You draw it out until he seems focused on the road again and quickly plant a kiss on his cheek. Poison turns slightly, attempting to catch your lips with his own but fails.

“That wasn't my lips querida.”

Even from his profile, you can see the slight disappointment in his face, but he's more amused than anything. When his eyes meet yours again, you pout at him.

He can’t resist and nods to the radio, “Go ahead.”

Feeling proud of yourself, your frown turns into a small smile as you turn the radio on.

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After a short while, and a couple of songs you find yourself staring out the window, thinking about how your day will go. As the possibilities play out in your mind, you let out a sigh. This catches Poison's attention, and he glances at you.

“Bored?” He asks with a crooked brow.

You observe him before answering. Those brown eyes were going to be the death of you. You know it. You feel that stupid big smile returning to your lips and try to subdue it.

“Yes, “you decide to fuck with him, “Bored out of my mind.”

Poison laughs. Part of you wonders if you should mess with him so much, he is dangerous after all . But he seemed to know you're just kidding and doesn't take it seriously.

Your eyes linger, taking in how hot he looks driving his car. His biceps, forearm, his hands; how tight his shirt is, how good his thighs look in those pants…when Poison moistens his lips you nearly lose it. Tearing your eyes away from him, you focus on the view from the window.

Poison grins to himself as a brief silence passes between you both. The space soon filled with the next song on the radio. He likes that you're checking him out, if anything, he's sad you looked away so soon.

Poison motions to the backseat with his free hand. “We can do something about that."

You nibble your bottom lip and think about his words.

That would be the perfect cure for fake boredom, wouldn't it? Fucking him in the backseat of his car. Yes, you would like that, very much. But it’s too soon to make a crazy decision, right? It's only your first day.

Deciding to calm down and play it cool, you rest back against the passenger seat, resisting the urge to look at him. A moment passes, then you reply,

“How about you do some more hot driving and pay attention to the road.”

When Poison glances at you, he's met with a smug grin, and you hand moving seductively up and down the seatbelt across your chest.

Unable to look away, Poison watches you stroke the seatbelt. “Hard to do that when you’re being a tease.”

Holding back a laugh, you come to a sudden stop and rest your hands innocently on your thighs. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Poison pulls up in front of the warehouse and stops the car. Before you can think of another comment, he moves into your space, his face so close you could kiss him. The amusement in his eyes is replaced by something else, something serious.

Any words or thoughts you have fall away, you become consumed with how close he is, how his cologne possesses your senses, the way his body crowds your own.

Remaining stone faced, Poison places two fingers under your chin and gently lifts your head until your eyes meet his. Those brown eyes fill with lust as they linger on your lips, your breath catches in your throat, your body comes alive.

Poison inches closer, taking his time until your lips almost touch. He gazes deep in the eyes, like he’s looking into your soul. When he brushes your lower lip with his thumb you let out an audible breath,

“Be careful Princesa.” He whispers.

A warning never felt more like an aphrodisiac than now. An intense heat washes over you as you suck in a breath, remembering to breathe.

Pleased with your reaction, Poison releases your chin and moves away. “Don’t be late.”

The corners of his lips curving into a smile. You take one more look at him as you gather yourself, then exit the car.

You weren’t running away from him per se, but you were so turned on you could barely think straight, and you needed a moment to center before walking into the warehouse.

…

Poison sticks around for a little while.

He initiates the introductions and makes sure no one fucks with you. It was cute to watch, him being all tough and doing his job. It was especially enjoyable whenever he caught someone making a sexual comment.

In the middle of the day, he left for a couple of hours. At first, you were a little disappointed, but you were also grateful. Poison leaving gave you less distractions, you could work without a sexy man being in arms reach.

He didn't have to do a damn thing but stand there, wide stance, arms folded, a dead serious expression on his handsome face. It was enough to awaken your desire and interfere with your ability to focus. Poison is a fucking distraction of the worst kind, and you hope he won't be tagging along too much, at least not during working hours.

The day goes on without any major issues, the expected hiccups and apprehension included. Poison returned in time to drive you back home, it’s an offer you were more than happy to take.

The ride back was much like the first, music playing on the radio as you two engaged in flirty banter. You even asked him again if he was assigned this job or took it himself, Poison never gives you a full answer, only replying that “he’d be around”.

You know Poison is a head sicario, Pablos main guy. He's likely one of the busiest men alive. How would babysitting you fit into that? Despite having more questions than answers, you don’t push. The man has a vibe about him, and whenever you did ask something he didn't want to answer, you could feel this cold chill. It's better not to push.

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Two hours later, at home

Wrapped in a warm and expensive bathrobe, you make yourself some dessert. You're only a few bites in when the phone rings. Leaving the comfort of the couch, and your tasty dessert, you head to the closest phone and pick it up. The voice on the other end instantly brings a smile to your face.

“Miss me already?” You ask, holding the receiver between your left ear and shoulder.

“Adria, come dancing with me.”

Poison’s voice is so smooth, you can envision the look in his eyes as you listen to him speak.

Intrigued, you sit on the edge of the table and twirl the cord with your fingers, “hmmm, no.”

On the other side of the line, Poison grins and brushes the curtain aside to look out at the street. He makes you wait for his response, saying nothing as the conversation goes quiet.

“Adria?”

Making him wait is becoming quite a pleasurable activity for you. You let the silence linger before saying, “Poison?”

“Come dancing with me.” This time it sounds like less of a question.

Was it a command?

His tone reaches the deepest parts of you, quickening your pulse and bringing a rush of dirty images to mind. Taking a breath, in effort to calm your body, you release it slowly and entertain the offer.

You wonder, what harm would a little dancing do?

What if you cut the night short before anything crazy happened? That way, you get to play a little without getting in too deep.

“Okay, Roberto, 2 hours max.”

After giving you instructions, Poison hangs up the phone. You were to be ready at 9pm for pick up.

A little while later

You knew exactly what kind of reaction the short black skirt and leopard print top would get out of Poison. That's why you wore it. The entire ride to the Discoteca your anticipation grew, leaving you vibrating with excitement.

Upon arrival, his driver escorts you inside the club and past the gawking faces. It’s easy to ignore their comments when you come upon the VIP table. There in the middle, Poison sits, arms stretched out across the top of the booth. He looks as yummy as ever and the leather jacket is icing on the cake.

“Princesa, “ he swoons, becoming instantly drunk on your appearance, “damn.”

He nearly runs over his friend to get out of the booth. You stand there, holding back a laugh as you watch him approach you. He looks like a bull in a china shop. Finally reaching you, Poison runs his hand over his hair and takes you in with a grin.

“Now what?” You ask teasingly holding his steamy gaze.

He's melting right before your eyes; the man can't find his words. He bits his lip and reaches for your hand, “shall we?”

His hand is big, strong, and warm as it engulfed your own. Poison leads you to the dance floor, keeping a tight grip on you the entire time. Whenever someone gets too close, he puts his hand on your side and steers you away from them.

Despite the pulsing heat between your bodies, you realize Poison can't dance for shit. He's a terrible dancer, you're sure no one would ever tell him to his face. Deciding to have fun with it, you enjoy yourself anyway.

You only stop dancing when your shoes start to hurt your feet. Poison guides you back to the table and takes the seat next to you. A new round of drinks is delivered, and multiple conversations begin.

As the night went on, no matter who you chatted with, you were never out of Poisons sights for too long.

…

After some more dancing, it was almost time to leave. You step away to the restroom, feeling a bit torn. Part of you wants to stay, the other part of you knows it's smarter to leave.

When you exit the bathroom, you notice Poison waiting down the hall, leaning against the wall. He nods to his left, where another small hallway is. You only know because you missed the bathroom the first time, instead finding a storage room.

You follow him down the short hallway. He stops first and turns to face you.

While holding your gaze, Poison places his hand on his chest dramatically, “Leaving so soon?”

“It will be two hours in three minutes.” You hold up your wrist, showing your watch.

Poison closes the space between your bodies and takes hold of your forearm. He slides his hand down until he reaches your wrist. Locking eyes with you, Poison slowly turns the watch until the clock faces him.

As he does this, strands of dark hair fall from his perfectly styled do like a curtain over his left eye. You nibble your bottom lip, fighting the urge to reach out and touch his hair.

“Two minutes,” he says calmly, still not letting go of your wrist, “it’d be a shame to waste it.”

Your eyes fall to his lips, “you have a point...it would be wasteful…'' you trail off, distracted by the way the tip of his tongue glides across his lips. You imagine what those lips, that tongue, that mouth could -

You can’t take it anymore.

Possessed by passion you jerk forward and press your lips against his. The sound that leaves off his lips is some kind of moan or growl, whatever it is, its sexy as hell.

Poison grabs the back of your neck, drawing you deeper into the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He pins you against the wall with his body weight and you can feel everything as the kiss intensifies.

There’s nothing shy or graceful about his kiss. It’s primal, passionate, hungry, take-me-now under a full moon kind of kiss. The type that leaves you drunk and dizzy as you lose yourselves in one another.

Your hands explore each other's bodies; touching, grabbing, caressing. Needing closer contact, Poison lifts your left leg, hiking it around his hip. He bunches your skirt up and the moment his hard cock presses against your moist panties, he moans in your mouth.

The kiss only breaks when your lungs scream for air, even then, Poison doesn’t let you rest long before reclaiming your lips again. You lose time, the world stops, it's only you and Poison in some dark hallway as music blares from the other room.

When the kiss breaks a second time, you rest against the wall and catch your breath. His bedroom eyes are downright sinful, and you were sure, if you stayed any longer, you’d likely fuck him right here.

In between catching his breath, Poison whispers pet names as he kisses your neck, his hands sliding inside your top and over your bra.

“Sure, you want to go home? We’ve only just started having fun.”

As much as it hurts to leave, you know you have to. It was clear, leaving Colombia without fucking him might be impossible but you couldn’t do it yet, it's too soon.

You're here for a month and the last first impression you need is this. You need people to take you seriously. It's better to get your horny ass home and take the edge off yourself.

Forcing a smile, you slide away from him and fix your clothes.

“If you’re good we can continue where we left off one day.” After fixing your skirt you go back to him and run your fingers through his hair. He melts under your touch, "I need my beauty sleep.”

Poison closes his eyes and breaths softly as you play with his hair. He anchors one hand on your hip, the other slides around to your lower back.

When he lifts his eyes back to yours, it makes your breath catch. His eyes are warm, soft, filled with emotion. The red-hot desire is still there, just now, something else is present too, lingering around the fire.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath and takes one hand away to adjust himself in his pants. “Look how you’re leaving me.”

You plant a sweet kiss on his lips and walk backward down the hall before he can pull you back to him.

"Goodnight Roberto.”

Part 3 (will take you to a03) | teaser for part 3

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#roberto ramos #Roberto ‘poison’ Ramos #poison narcos #fic: flirting with danger

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juggernaut-sika · 3 years

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This might be odd but I'm in the mood to shed some tears so I'd like to request one where the turtles don't accept the new girl they meet because they get bad vibes from her when in reality she just moved to New York to start a new life away from the loneliness she felt at her old home and the only people who seem to accept her is April, Casey, Vern and Splinter.

Plot twist because I love your TMNT x turtle Reader stories on Wattpad: Reader is kidnapped and turned into a mutant turtle and some how escapes only to have to survive by stealing food and finding shelter.

It's a lot to ask but you're so good and I'd love to see how your creative mind comes up with something!

We're Sorry Pt. 1

Okay, I am invested in this. I will probably have to make this in different parts because there would be a bit much to the story. For now; however, I will start with how they act toward the reader. I might have part two out pretty soon since I'm so interested in this idea.

Warning(s): Sad vibes

Leo

Distant, and cold. He doesn't like you but he doesn't know why. Anytime you try to talk to him or ask him a question he just gives a glance before carrying on with his business. He doesn't want to talk to you and he won't unless he absolutely has to. Even then it's small talk and little to no eye contact. When you first met him he seemed like a cool guy and you even had a spark of feelings for him but now, you were unsure. You knew how friendly and easy going he could be based on the interactions he had with his family and his other human friends. And it hurt you knowing he treated you differently without a reason.

Raph

Cold shoulder and some glares. Has nothing and wants nothing to do with you. Ignores you or shoots you a hard glare if you try talking to him while he's working out or just doing his own thing. When you would talk to April, her being one of the only people to talk with you, and say something he thinks was stupid, you would sometimes here him mumble things under his breath like 'dumbass' or 'What a bimbo.' You would try not to react but at time when you would glance at him after saying something he'd look at you like 'Yeah, what about it?' April, on the other hand, would have none of it if she heard him. "You say something Raph?" She ask with a knowing look and a hint of attitude in her voice. Raph would sometimes scoff and go back to what he was doing leaving your heart aching on the inside. Even though he was so mean to you, you couldn't help have small feelings for him.

Donnie

Awkward and no eye contact. His entire goal when you would talk to him was to get out of the conversation as quickly as possibly so he could get back to his work or as least pretend like he was working so you wouldn't talk to him. He wouldn't be rude but definitely shy and uncomfortable. You usually always got the hint and cut the conversation off when you could tell he was just getting too awkward. You wanted to get to know him but you knew he didn't seem to like you so you didn't push. April said he's probably the sweetest out of his brothers and sure you could see that but when he interacts with April but it doesn't seem like he wants anything to do with you. You were disappointed when you caught on to this, hoping to get to know him more and maybe your small feelings for him would grow.

Mikey

Awkward but nice. It wasn't in him to treat someone poorly for no reason so he tried to be nice even though he felt completely awkward. Thankfully, you picked up on this and didn't talk to him all the time so he wouldn't be uncomfortable. You could tell he'd much rather ignore you and play his games. Sometimes you would go home early when you felt like you were going to start crying. You didn't want to cry in front of them, knowing you'd feel completely embarrassed for it. When he first met you, he was super excited about meeting a new girl but as time went on he gradually became more distant. This left you confused and your chest aching.

Splinter

Acceptance. He welcomed you and chatted with you happily while you two had tea together. Since your father was absent you were drawn to Splinter and you two clicked. He was the father you never had and you'd blush out sheepishly when you would occasionally, and accidently, refer to him as 'dad' but this would only make him smile kindly and he'd let out a soft chuckle. You were one of the sweetest people he's met and he loved your company. You wouldn't bring up how his sons' treated you, he would find out on his own through observing his sons' behaviors and frankly, he was disappointed. They knew better than to treat someone so distantly since that was their life with society. When you stopped coming over, he thought now would be the time to talk to his sons and find out why they treated you the way they did.

No one

Yes, in the end you did stop going over, unable to handle one more moment of not being accepted. Unfortunately, the thoughts wouldn't leave you alone. It affected your work life and your day to day life in general. You became a homebody and stopped hanging out with April, Casey and Vern. The only times you left your home were to go to work or to get groceries. April was concerned for you, going as far as to come and see you. Your were different to her. You weren't that talkative sweet girl she met. You kept to yourself and were soft spoken when you did speak. She could tell the smile you wore was fake. She could see the loneliness in your clouded e/c eyes. When it was time for her to go she would always give you a big hug before she left. Later, she would talk to Casey and Vern about it. Vern would pity you, knowing the feeling of not being liked very much by the guys, but it seemed they liked him more than you. Casey would feel bad and go out of his way to ask the guys why they didn't like you, April joining him when he did.

#tmnt x reader #bayverse turtles #fan fiction

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sanghyukstattoos · 3 years

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Mafia!SF9's reaction: dying (?) when saving

A/N: Amazing huh, as always, thank you for this request

Read more here~~

Youngbin:

You and him trained at the same time as one another, displaying hardiness, endurance, team work, sacrifice and other traits judged to be essential for leadership

You spared on many occasions but never spoke apart from giving each other feedback and honest criticism

Such a good pairing that your superiors considered letting you two work together but the plan never made it through, they had already had other plans for you

Far into the future, the two of you have already settled into leading your groups when you stumble onto Youngbin in a civilian area

You have been living there for quite some time, having shifted only recently but Youngbin's apparently been here to for some weeks and to trail someone.

You meet him in an open store, lined with books, magazines for travel and snacks, in the dead heat of the summer and the owner moving around.

The next time you meet him, he accidentally bumps into your shoulder sending your stuff to the ground which when you pick up, he uses one to disarm the person who is following him

Moments later, you trace back your steps to find your missing item and out of pure curiosity do you find yourself witnessing the mysterious figure about to commit a violent action.

Youngbin has this look on his face, alerting you that he is not the same, scared and ready-to-plead person that he used to be at the academy

When you save him, the both of you fend off the attacker and send him packing to your superiors, in turn you receive benefits for his hard work and your last minute effort to save him

He takes you to this place he found out about earlier, it's completely nature, untouched by humans because of how it is sealed from the outside world, people are only allowed to marvel at it. He shows it to you as a sign of his gratitude.

Inseong:

Initially the person that none of your superiors thought would not make the cut but his display of determination, endurance to grow and willingness to change to be the best changed their mind which is why he eventually joins your team.

His readiness to ease tough situations and have fun with others makes him the perfect candidate to be a friend with, he's not the type to easily give comfort though.

This is because he's a kind soul but doesn't necessarily know how to properly express it which is why the members go with him to have fun because he knows how to lift a mood.

His advice is all hay-wire with random mumbles but his actions dictate what he's been trying to say all this time.

Secretly vibes to girl group songs during your breaks, what a guy~

When he's in danger, he reacts quickly because he's trained too but the individuals agility and strength throws him off, along with other people that have ganged up on him.

He keeps his cool, fighting with the agenda to get out of this place as quickly as possible and he almost succeeds, if he isn't brutally dragged back inside.

You and the rest of you team members help him and take what you need

He's injured, not life-threatening and you are impressed, he thanks you as he sits on the hospital bed but you reject his thanks by saying that it was all him, he managed to save himself all the way.

Jaeyoon:

Unsure of what he's supposed to do at first, you have to delegate tasks, responsibilities and he messes up but he is good at adapting to situations so he's quick on his feet and is able to think of solutions.

This makes him reliable and dependable since he is also great at comforting the others, his sweet nature allows people to easily warm up to him and share their troubles. A great listener and excellent contributor to the team, you appreciate him a lot because of it

A team player so his lack of ambition thwarts his concern for the members, he is completely fine with unsuccessfully completing a mission as long as the members are safe. Unlike the other SF9 members, he sees it as two options and will choose either one whereas the others will try and achieve both.

Supposed to meet the escape team on the other side, an external factor causes you to stay behind with him although he insists that he will be fine, you know that he fears the idea of being solitary.

He makes jokes to lighten the atmosphere and when it is time to move, he follows your orders as he has always trusted your instincts as team leader

He is immediately the best the person to be stuck with because of his variety of specialised skills that will contribute to any situation.

When you save him, he does the same for you too, not out of favour but as a responsibility that the two of you have to look out for one another as team members and also because of the situation you are in.

He'll show you physical affections as a way of saying sorry that he was not careful enough and that you could have almost died as you saved him, an example would be a short hug and when you are running, he'll hold your hand and tug your along

Dawon I Lee Sanghyuk:

He was the last person to join the group and although shy at first, he's grateful for the others since they managed to bring him out of his shell

Is playful and teasing when off duty and makes it a point to tease you, is the main reason why the trauma is less significant as a group, responsibility may be equally divided but his light-hearted spirit ensures that you can complete the mission with the same characteristic.

Is very serious during missions and his ability to lead the team through tough situations- with his instillation of hope and strategical tactics, is the reason why you would choose him to be the leader in your place.

One thing that unnerves you about him is how he falters when he's shocked, he stills when on a mission but the dangerous environment leaves him at great risk.

You realise it's full play when you're tipped off and send Sanghyuk alone to the hotel room but he freezes upon seeing the long-past wounded individual, despite your team's best efforts to bring him out of his trance-like state, nothing changes.

That's when you run up flights of stairs to save him, you get there moments before he's about to pass away from strangulation as the stranger behind him makes extreme effort to achieve his goal of secrecy.

After that, you make sure to train his response by sending to training lessons again but this time, his heart rate is going to be normal no matter who or what he encounters.

Rowoon:

Your personal assistant, can and will fight if and when required.

Very talented in the field but switched to assisting after a traumatic event with his previous group, they all survived but he could not compartmentalise what had happened so he left

Praised for his immense talent and often had the responsibilities of scouring targets and/or engaging with them in order to gather information

Is actually much more awkward than his first impression, mainly because everyone's first impression of him is based off his looks

His persuasiveness helped him encounter and secure targets making him ideal

Is the cook of the group when they were stuck somewhere, did it automatically and was not afraid to put anyone in their place if a fight broke out but never mixed the two

Spoke to his members and confided in their worries so that by soothing theirs, he would also soothe his.

Was ambitious to complete missions, looks out for himself a little more than he does for others which his superiors like and encourage but you have mixed feelings about it.

When you save him, he reconsiders his priorities during missions but you know that he had every right to look out for himself in a situation as dangerous as this so he has no obligation to change.

Is visibly shaken even after, you can see the fear in his eyes hidden with the idea that he is still alive and won't be encountering these situations as easily because of his current job as your assistant.

Is reprimanded and almost suspended by your superiors because had he almost failed his job, neither of you would be alive, strives to change after that

Zuho:

Reliable as a team member but insists that he should work alone and after convincing your superiors, they allow him to work in a remote, rural part of a country.

Your team is also stationed there but is working on a different mission, you knew that there would someone working alone towards one goal that your superiors need to achieve

You bought up the obvious considerable risks associated with a mission assigned in such a way, including whether the individual would pull through with their results

You choose not to doubt though, meeting him just before the dense forests that have been reconstructed to accommodate the growing population

He's immediately more interested in the suffering of the animals, telling you that they don't have sufficient water, food and space to live and you nod, preoccupied.

You ask him to take a look and he has to put this little animal that he's petting for the last twenty-five minutes down to start concentrating when he sees the absolute chaos

Fights with vengeance, he's angry that they have taken away the animal's nature and you sigh when you have to save him

He's overwhelmed with pain, the struggle of fighting multiple figures and not running into some big cat to become it's next meal

You help, are also wounded in the process so he helps you patch it up and carries your limping self to the medics. Comes back to check up on you and give his thanks.

You get just a little bit closer and from then on, it's just luck whether he's assigned to your team or not

Yoo Taeyang:

He's capable, tolerant of other people and does not easily lose his temper as compared to the initial reviews you received from his pervious superiors. However, he does easily misunderstand.

That is why he sometimes look as if he is forever annoyed with his furrowed eyebrows or pursed lips

Fun-loving guy, somewhat introverted so it takes time for him to get to properly know the team. Is also objective to your leadership even if everyone else seems to follow along exactly what you say and this is something you appreciate because you like the engagement.

When he trusts you enough, he won't question your orders but will ask for elaboration if any is needed, also the person you ask to sum up everything you have said, his memory is amazing like that

He's got exceptional fighting skills and the talent to predict the opponent's moves, was the same reason he earned a promotion despite his slight inability to work with others.

Very rarely comes to you with problems, often comes when he has the solution as well, similar to a report

Never lies so you can expect to hear the only and complete truth from him, says things as they are not as they should be so is reliable and dependant.

Usually the two of you spar, so if the opportunity arises in the field, you are able to fight together and once, you prevent his torso from being slashed.

He is surprised but quickly recovers and expresses his gratitude after it.

It's just work after all

Hwiyoung I Kim Youngkyun:

Puts in that little extra effort to make sure that the team's spirit is uplifted, like the the mood maker

Is easy to speak too and seek comfort from, when you were just a new group and you told him the truth about how you felt being the leader, he gave you some advice but feeling that it may have been too much, he ended it with, ''Just go for it.''.

A real sweet guy, for example, opens the door and lets people by, basically operates by the principle that you should people how you want to be treated, also goes for showing care or displaying kindness.

He's wounded in the leg, he's clutching it to try and stop the bleeding but he's down, the pain is so overwhelming that he's thinking how anyone could get up and run away and for a second, he even contemplates that this could be the end.

It's when you save him from the situation, let him lean on you till you find the medics, stay with him in the hospital and check up on him that he's going to put in all the effort he can to watch your back.

You tell to ease up and that's it is no big deal, because in line with his personality, you know that he would do the same

The two of you grow much, much closer after that

He no longer feels awkward to confide in his team leader and that's how you spend the end of your mission together after he almost dies, drinking beer and watching the stars in the night

Chani:

Chani panics, freezes as a result of the fear that had almost instigated his worst nightmares.

He's close to breaking down but rather than something simple like a single emotion or characteristics, he is conflicted. He knows that you are safe but his mind can not comprehend what you just did for him.

He's thinking that the your actions are multiple, behaviour complex, feeling safe amongst the unsafe environment because he knows that he can go home.

He's in shock, he's laying on the ground, kicked there, propping himself on his elbows after experiencing such massive fear that he would die.

You walk towards him, he wants to cry, for you to comfort him and tell him that you've got him but he doesn't say anything, he keeps this guard that when he stops along the way, he holds your hand and tells you thank you.

''There's nothing- I mean, I don't... What just happened was, thank you'' he says, fumbling for the correct words, wanting to attribute the success of his living to you.

But that was when he was a novice and you were teaching him the tricks of the trade.

Now he is much more confident, he knows how to compartmentalise and is frequently remarked as one of the best soldiers on and off duty.

He even saves you once, save is a stretch because he played a part and when you thanked him, he said that it was nothing compared to what you once did.

He was so cool about it that you teased him all the way till you dropped him to his house.

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