#(it probably wouldnt come out like id like it)

[lanadoeswriting]

ok guys hear me out what if we did detective!reader x criminal!charlie that is actually obsessed with the reader and is really just committing those crimes so that they will look into the case more, therefore giving more attention to charlie and hes actually like really silly and goofy:?@|??//???????

warnings: idk like metnions of crimes of stealing and stuff? swearing. charlie has a gun but doesnt use it

the rain was pouring and pattering on the sidewalks outside of your house, and the smell of day old coffee wafted the room as you studied your board carefully. what could you possibly be missing?

your living room was a mess, stacks of old case files you had to pull out, crime scene photos spilling out of them, and the wall corkboard you had to get installed littered with more photos and more evidence that didnt connect any pieces that you were already struggling to put together. to summarize, everything was out of order already because of one stupid perp who always got away just seconds before you could ever follow.

you almost respected his capability and wits to escape so quickly and come right back–much to your chagrin–when you most and least expect it.

he had broken into several places, and steals one or two things before wrecking the entire area then leaves without a trace–well, maybe some kind of trace. hes so reckless yet so careful, thats what makes him hard to catch.

you swish the coffee in your mug around, looking for an answer in the dark brown liquid. you hear a click and a small clutter around you, probably one of the case files, but when your head rises from your cup you see him.

you had never seen him before, maybe just a bit, but he looked just like his photo. now it the rainfall seems heavier and the air in your house feels a bit too heavy in this room. the mug you just were holding had disappearing, knocking onto the floor with the coffee spilling everywhere.

"oh, thats a shame. did i do that?"

he sounded proud, cocky. like this was his plan all along, and it probably was. what kind of criminal breaks into the home of the lead detective?

you instictively reached for your phone, ready to call for some kind of backup to help you out in the impossibly strange situation you were in. he tilted his head opposite to the wall he was leaning on with a smile playing on his face.

"oh, please dont try to call your friends on me. id much rather have some face to face time with you, detective."

"excuse me?"

"please, im a big fan. pleasure to meet you."

he looked around your living room, his eyes lighting up at the photos of him, as if it was a good thing that you were tracking him down for months. what was this guys deal? what was his plan here? to get your attention?

"awh, you did all of this for little old me? im so flattered."

you felt your eye twitch a bit, what the fuck?

"do you not understand what is happening? im about to have you arrested on the spot, this isn't a fucking tea party."

"ah, you are just like i pictured. but no biggie, i like it."

he flipped through one of the files on him, his eyebrows raising and exploring it like a goddamn toddler. you had to decide against using your phone to get backup, realizing he might be carrying something on him and confirming that realization when seeing a handgun in his right hand.

you switch to trying to negociate, ensuring he wouldnt try to cause harm to any victims, in this case you. he picked up a couple more, spilling a few and then looking down at them like a child who broke a vase before going back to reading what you wrote about him.

"what are you doing here?"

"once again, im a big fan. id do anything just to see you in person, but i guess no one knows that better than you."

extra a/n: okay wait im going somewhere with this and i feel like this is kinda like stalker!charlie but more goofy and willing to mess around more which i adore. this is a little bit more than a drabble but its still not long enough to make into an actual fic cause im lazy–but i think im finally (at last) out of my writers block and ready to write again!@@!@!!!!!!!!!

[visionandthebeast]

Written out a beginning for my tommy cursed with amnesia fic. Now officially set after 8x11.

In the end, Buck didn't call Tommy. He wanted to, he wanted to hear Tommy's voice again, even if it was just through the phone. But it was exactly that longing that made him hold off.

Because just thinking about Tommy's voice got Buck so hard he had to jerk off twice before he could think clearly. Even now he was still half hard, the lingering ache from taking Tommy in both ends just the night before an un-ignorable reminder of what he wanted.

Who he wanted.

He needed to sort his head - and penis - out before he could talk to Tommy. Trying to have a serious conversation when he couldn't even think about the man clearly would just open them both up to more pain.

So Buck focused on unpacking. Moving into his new house properly, and not just using it as a glorified storage room. He still wasn't sure about where he wanted everything to go, but at least this way everything had somewhere to be. Somewhere other than a labeled box with the label face down.

He decided not to do it room by room, but to focus on the things he would get the most use out of. His bed, the couch, the kitchenware. Stuff like that.

Then he went to get groceries, so he wouldn't just be surviving off baked goods, takeout, and Maddie and Chim's dinners.

He had leftovers from Tommy's breakfast spread that would have lasted a few days even if Tommy hadn't left without eating. He wouldn't let them go to waste, but he did need food for his other meals. Ingredients to make them. Options for days when he's in a rush to leave -or exhausted coming home - and can't have a proper meal.

Bringing his groceries into the house, frowning at the receipt because everything was more expensive here then the stores by his loft, Buck dumped everything on the kitchen counters. Pulling the fridge open blindly as he started organizing what needed to be stored there.

He went to move the breakfast remains from where he'd shoved them and froze. His eyes falling on something he knew he'd not bought. He hadn't bought anything, really. Not before today. Definitely not a bottle of champagne.

Tommy had bought it. Tommy had made him breakfast, and bought champagne. Tommy had planned.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, the same one he'd sat on while Tommy had been here, Buck stared at the champagne bottle. He'd know Tommy wanted to work things out, wanted to give them a second chance.

But somehow, holding the bottle in his hand, made it so much more real. Tommy was ready to celebrate them starting there relationship again.

Pulling his phone out, Buck navigated to his messages with Tommy, still showing the texts from the night they broke up.

I'm sorry

I shouldnt have snapped at you like that

We probably shouldnt have slept together without talking things through

I dont regret it

But maybe I wouldnt have have the regrets I do if we just talked

If you want to id like to talk

I want you back Tommy

Buck hesitated, before deleting that final message. It was too desperate, too much to send to someone he'd basically told was just a meaningless hookup. However much of a lie that was.

Letting out a sigh, Buck stared at the groceries, before shoving everything that needed to be cold in the fridge, still in the bags, and made his way to the bedroom.

He had a shift tomorrow, he'd need all the rest he could get.

[intotheelliwoods]

-> -> Thanks for the 4K all! <- <-

[bisexualgenderfemme]

always makes me sad when ppl outright decide to never try hrt (even tho they want to & even tho they could abstractly & even tho they're definitely dysphoric now) bc it 'wont do much'

you don't know that!! you don't! it could do everything! & also? you HATE yourself now! isn't /anything/ better than nothing? I'm not saying it's not hard, or that there's not obstacles, or that it'll be a huge wild drastic change leaving u unrecognizable. I'm just saying: you do not know what hrt can do for you until you try it.

[ambersky0319]

Whyyyyy must I get big ideas for the final project that I. Realistically. Would struggle a LOT to finish :/

[sentofight]

Of course, she has pictures with them but not with him. pouts. pouts.

[arielluva]

grief is such a weird emotion bc i can be fine most of the time even if it think about it, but then sometimes thinking about it digs it up all over again

[st4rstudent]

finding out last years toon fest was in Atlanta is really funny to me

[youaremysunshine-court]

Highkey gonna cry I looked up this uni I have to go to on Insta and literally it looks like the worst fit for me

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

While we're here, I just want to add an example of a good response to Harris' video.

In the first half of the video, Harris briefly mentions a creator called Lukeypoo (who now goes by Luke Stephens) who had plagiarised Harris' Bloodborne review, and his response at the time was to deny it, signal to his alt right buddies and insult Harris.

After the video came out, Luke Stephens made a post on his community page regarding it:

For those, who can't see the screenshots, it reads:

A video went up on YouTube last night that showed something I did 6 years ago in early 2017, of which I'm very ashamed. I've talked about it on stream plenty since then and try to be very open about it, but I know a lot of people haven't been watching me since 2017 or have not heard me discuss this before. I don't want to hide from my mistakes or deflect, so very plainly here's what happened:

I was just starting on YouTube and I ripped off a phenomenal video on Bloodborne. It was a fantastic video by hbomberguy and after finding it through a Reddit post I tried to take his 1.5 hour masterpiece and make my own suckier version at around 7 minutes. I copied the premise, jokes, structure, and then pretended like it was all just a coincidence that they were so similar. I was a 19 year old idiot who thought it didn't matter because "he's a bigger creator so it's fine" and "it's just the internet." When I was rightly called out for copying his video I dodged, lied, and even attacked and insulted the appearance of those holding me to account, including hbomberguy himself. I copied someone's video, in parts word-for-word, and I pretended like *I* was the victim and *they* were being unreasonable. Unbelievable. There is no question at all: I was in the wrong, fully.

Let me be very clear: I whole heartedly disown who I was back then and what I did. Politically, religiously, and even morally/ethically I was a person that I hate today. I was an extremist, a bully, a religious zealot, and above all, a prick. This event sparked a spiral in my personal life that I didn't document online, but that has led me to who I am today. Someone who tries very hard to respect my fellow creators, audience, and to uphold a high ethical standard for myself. I strive every day to be a better man for myself, my family and kids, and for the community around me. And that's why I'm writing this, because I don't think we should hide from our mistakes or pretend they didn't happen. I screwed up, big time, and I stole the hard work of an incredibly talented creator and for that I'm incredibly sorry. I was 19, hard headed, and above all arrogant and unwilling to acknowledge I had screwed up. It took a couple years after that before I could openly admit what I had actually done, and that it took that long is all the more shameful.

I don't expect a response or certainly forgiveness, but for what it's worth, I am truly sorry for everything, @hbomberguy

For the last 6 years I've been working my butt off to be someone I can be proud of being and I hope you all can see that the man I am today is not the shameful excuse of a person I was back then.

I've never watched a video or stream by Luke Stephens so I can't attest as to his content, but this is one of the best responses I've seen to any kind of accusation, and so I lean towards believing him to be a better man than he was six years.

I thinks it's important to highlight the good response/s to Harris' video, to remind ourselves that plagiarism is not such an immoral action that from which you can't redeem yourself (though in Somerton's case, I'm less sure of that) if you take accountability for your actions, and to remember that in most cases, we should give people space to grow and become better.

The swiftness and brutality of Hbomberguy’s complete evisceration of James Somerton’s career cannot be overstated.

[domesticated-whores]

I fucking hate the early stages of getting better where you only have maybe 1 or 2 solid, semi-healthy coping mechanisms that aren't the most reliable at all times and you're still shaky about it all. I'd rather just be better, but at least when I'm not okay at all I lose all hope in where I could be and I've already forgotten how it feels to be okay and stable. and I KNOW I need more, solid coping mechanisms. but I just went from absolutely no healthy ones and zero hope of getting better to having a few healthy-in-moderation ones and being able to verbalize some basic life goals, so this is progress. I'm not there yet, but this is what I've got and I'm getting there. And it fucking sucks because every time I get here it only becomes so much more obvious how far I have fucking slipped.

[gibbearish]

hm ive been thinking about it and i dont feel like that post is actually falling in the division being sown because like. theres no part of me that feels like these beliefs and behaviors are inherent to transfems, and in both that post and the long baeddel one from before i focused entirely on the ops and their specific actions/motivations. and i feel like if there /is/ a way to discuss things like this without falling into the trap, that has to be it. there has to be a way to address the actual issues without it just being about fighting and i can't think of a better way but. idk i do still worry it does more harm than good

[uracutieraka]

When did you get pretty?

Keigo x Younger!f!reader

Pt.1//Pt.2

slight smut warning, nothing too serious.

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synopsis: you are a UA graduate who just turned 19. Youve known Hawks since he was 20. After 2 years, youre starting to feel differently about the older boy who always seems to conveniently be around you. ◦◦,`°.✽��✽.◦.✽✦✽.°`,◦◦

”You know that I dont think your ideas are stupid!” “Well then how come my fifth idea has been rejected this year!”

youre going back and forth with your boss, well friend who happens to be your boss, Hawks. youve been at his hero agency since you were 17, when he personally invited you to do a work study under him, only to find out he really just wanted to slack off all day and use you for your ideas.

“Keigo, come on dude. You can totally just tell them to listen to me and to trust me! Honestly i dont understand why you dont come to these pitch meetings with me, you know they wont listen to me!”

“Y/n, i cant go because i dont want to!” “Gah you are such a smartass, honestly im not doing this anymore!”

you get up from your seat across from the witty blond infront of you, sending a pointed and stern look his way.

You had just had yet another unsuccessful meeting with his investors, they didnt trust a 19 year old girl could come up with actually successful business plans. Keigo knew this, but he didnt really care.

“What? Youre not quitting on me, are you?” His eyes grew worried as well as the rest of his face. With an obvious sigh you tell him no. “Im relieved. I love you too much to lose you!”

a strong heat spreads across your body, starting in your cheeks. You werent unfamiliar with the cutesy words he spoke, but that doesnt mean they dont affect you. In fact, they more than affect you. Youve been harboring a dark, dark secret for over 2 years now. ever since you were 16 you had the biggest crush on pro hero Hawks. You even had posters in your room as if he were a member from some boyband. He was only a few years older than you too, so it wasnt unreasonable to like him. “Yeah yeah, i know im so perfect and amazing, who wouldnt?” You shoot a witty and sly smile his way. You normally just counter act any romantic feelings and thoughts with a sassy remark.

“Yeah, i know, i know,” he trails off, looking back up to you he opens his mouth again “But on that topic! Theres this hero-party-but actually work-gala happening tomorrow and i figured it would be a good opportunity for you to mingle with the rest of the pro hero world so i put you down as my plus one.”

You roll your eyes at the lack of respect for your own personal schedule. “Were you even going to check that i didnt have anything going on?” You grumbled out to him. “Uhm, no because i know you dont. You never do. Im your only friend really.” “Well first off, youre not my only friend, second off, i did have plans this weekend but no dont worry, ill cancel them for you, again.” “Again?” The winged man quickly looks at you. “Yeah this is like the fourth time I’ve cancelled on my friend” you already had your phone out typing away on your keyboard. “Wait really? Im so sorry, you dont have to come!” Hes giving you sad eyes, you know he doesnt really mean that. with another loud sigh and eye roll you look at him, “Keigo, its fine, id much rather spend a weekend with you meeting pros than go shopping and see some lame ass movie, if i had an issue id tell you.”

keigo hadnt even thought about the possibility that you still had a life outside of the hero agency, or him really, the more he thought about it, he realized there probably hadnt been a full 24 hours where you hadnt been with him since you graduated almost a year ago.

He was in a fight? You were there helping him. He needed help with extra paperwork? You were there, at the opposite side of his desk doing paperwork with him silently. Hes in the shower? You’re in the bathroom chatting his ear off about some stupid internet drama. He needs help grocery shopping? You’re writing the list for him. Anything he needs, you do. He didnt really take time to appreciate you at all now that he thinks about it.

“Listen, i know you do a lot for me, and i just wanted to say thank you.” Hes looking away from you now with a hand on the back of his neck, his whole demeanor has changed.

“Dude, honestly its fine, you dont have to thank me, i like being with you. Honestly you are my best friend.” You also were looking away from him, down at the boots for your hero costume.

“Youre mine too.” you look up to see him now giving you a soft smile.

“So about this, what did you say it was?” “gala”

“yeah yeah, what do i wear?” “i dont know something nice? You know its a fancy event, suit n tie for me type thing.” “ah i see, i see, uhm ok yeah thatll work” youre in your head mumbling to yourself about it at this point. “Okay….” He drags out the word obviously to drag you back into the present. “Ok well im going home now!” You hurriedly grab your bags and make a break for it, if you stay any longer you wont be able to get home to clean up and get ready for tomorrow.

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its 6:30 on the dot when you get a call.

“yello?” You say quickly

“hey, im uh, here.” A quiet voice says. “You said 7! What the hell keigo!?!” “yeah yeah just let me up”

You buzz him up to your small, but homey, apartment.

as you hear him knock on your front door you slide your dress up your body holding onto the top as it has yet to be zipped.

You answer the door to see your best friend standing there in a very nice, expensive looking suit. He looked great.

“hey! Come in, its small but it does what its supposed to do!” You say motioning him inside with your free arm.

Keigo realized he had never been to your place, yet you were constantly at his. Like constantly. Honestly he had never even thought about you having your own. You always slept on his couch. He didnt mind though. It was nice not feeling so alone all the time. He liked having you in his life, you treated him normally.

his eyes did a scan over your place

“its cute. Its super you.” He said now looking back at you. He had never seen you soooo… done up? You were honestly such a different person outside of your hero costume, or even your messy buns and large baggy clothes that you always wore at his place. (They had a found a home in a spare drawer in his dresser.)

“Anyways theres only a few things i have left then I’ll be ready,” you had broken the moment of silence, and his intense stare on you. “Can you help me zip this? I thought i could get it on my own but i cant.” you now had your back turned towards him, shutting the door as you did. He hitched his breath, he hadnt ever seen you like this, you were so… calm? And collected? You always seemed so stressed, but he now came to the conclusion that was because of work and his lack of energy for said job.

“sure, yeah.” He said as he stepped towards you to zip your dress. He took you in, in all your glory. You looked so different than normal. Your hair was curled to one side, makeup was light but had the perfect amount of shine, and your dress, well your body looked stunning. How come he had never noticed you like this before?

Your hero costume was tip-toeing the line of scandalous, he knew because he had seen the headlines when he first debuted you at his agency, but he honestly didnt care because he didnt think it really mattered.

But now, here you are in a strapless dress, with a dropped neckline, the fabric is hugging your waist and hips perfectly, the color made your eyes pop and was perfect on you. You looked elegant. So grown up compared to the restless 17 year old he first met.

You had thought the same about him the past few years, he had been turning out to be quite a decent man, he was no longer the hot-shot teen hero you once fangirled over, but the handsome and charismatic man you had grown to be friends with.

turning back towards him you dismissed yourself to finish getting ready in your bathroom.

He now had time to look around your tiny apartment. He walked around looking at all your knick-nacks in the living room until he caught a glimpse of your bedroom door open roughly 10 feet away from where he was standing.

he shouldnt. hes going to anyways.

he made his way to the door peeking inside, it was what he expected, a few clothes scattered on your floor but other than that it was clean. he was scanning your walls when he noticed a very familiar, yet very haunting photo on your wall.

it was a poster he did when he was 17 and freshly debuted in the prohero world. How long had you had this? Have you even been a fan of him for that long?

his thoughts rushed around his head for a brief moment until a devious one creeped up in his head.

you were putting your earrings in, finishing up the last few little things you needed before leaving, when you caught a glimpse of the red wings you became so familiar with at the doorway. You looked over to see Keigo standing there with a mischievous look on his face.

“Uhm, do you need something?” You raised a brow at him. “How long have you loved me? Be honest? Was it when i did my first magazine shoot for that teen magazine?” oh no. He did not seriously look in your room. of course he did. You know him. “DID YOU SERIOUSLY LOOK IN MY ROOM WHAT ARE YOU A PERVERT?”

His face dropped. Oh my god was he really a pervert? “NO I SWEAR, YOUR DOOR WAS OPEN AND I WAS JUST CURIOUS!” “Ugh you are such a brat Keigo! Seriously! Why would you go snooping in a 19 year old girls room! Youre such a douche!” Hes known you long enough to know youre messing with him but you are obviously a bit upset.

“Look, i couldnt help myself i just peeked in and saw that poster! Its cute that you have that is all!” “Honestly, why do you think i was so excited to join your agency? I was obviously a fan.” Another smirk graces his face. “You said ‘was’ sooo are you still or now you know me and think im the worst?” you give him a dirty look and shove past him with a sarcastic huff towards your bedroom. “The ladder!” You sass out to him. He chuckles and makes his way back towards your living room.

A few moments later you emerge from your room and motion for him to head out the front.

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Its been a long night, youve talked to so many people youve lost track, youre a bit more than tipsy from stealing the ends of keigos drinks all night.

Keigos drunk and has been consistently introducing you to new people as “The future hottest hero of the year!” Or “His right hand lady, y/n”

You two have finally found a moment of peace as you had forced him to sit down a table towards the back of the venue. You lean over to him resting your hand on his knee for balance. “Keigo,” he leans his head towards you and give you a ‘hum’ of acknowledgment, “Im ready to go home.” This brings the man to fully look at you. “Yeah, ok, me too.”

Hes looking at you in the dim lighting of the room, how could he not have ever noticed the way your eyes glitter all the time? Or the softness of your features, they look so good together. He fumbled with his phone and called for his car so you guys could leave.

“Alright lets get going.” He says, standing up wobbling a bit before reaching a hand out to you. You grab it and also stumble a bit when you stand up. before you walk away you lean up to him and whisper in his ear,

“Ive been stealing a bit of your drinks tonight…dont be mad at me, s’wear didnt mean to get like this…” your words are ever so slightly slurred together.

He looks at you and whispers back

“Its ok, i know you have.” a moment of silence goes by before you both start giggling about the situation. after a moment of giggling you decided it was time to make your way down to the car. Pulling the blond behind you, you finally make your exit.

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In the car the driver asks Keigo where to go, he looks at you and you look at him and shrug.

“Back to y/n’s place i think. Ill stay there tonight so you can het home finally!” He gives the driver a big close eyed smile. “Of course sir.” and with that you make your way back to your tiny apartment.”

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Youre finally back in your own place after a few minutes of struggling with your keys at the door, it didnt help you had Keigo standing over your shoulder making jokes causing you guys to laugh every 20 seconds.

“UGH! FINALLY!” You say kicking off your heels and locking your front door. “Did you not have fun or something?” Keigo asks, hes already shed his coat and loosened his tie from around his neck. Damn did he look good.

You look back up at him and can feel the blush creep up your face. “Yeah, I did, i like being your plus one, we should do it more often.” You blurt out, not really realizing what you said for a quick beat. “I mean like you know, youre my best friend and were always together, so nothing weird, haha….” that was not confident of you at all. Way to go y/n.

Hes staring at you, your hair is slightly messy, lips are plumped up from the alcohol, makeup is messy, and keigo feels like a predator almost. a desire is stirring inside him. this is bad. Very very bad. Keigos staring at you. Its different than any stare youve felt before from anyone. You feel something stirring inside you. Something bad, very very bad.

“Keigo, uhm look, I like you. And have for a while.” Words are falling out of your mouth faster than you can stop them.

“Y/n, i dont know, what will people think? Youre my trainee.” Hes giving you a serious look, youve never seen him more serious than this (other than when youre fighting villains of course).

you deflate in on yourself and your heart drops. what did you just do.

“but…,” he speaks again “When have i ever cared what people think.”

A few moments go by and suddenly youre grabbing his face and pulling him into yours.

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Your dress is long gone, lost somewhere in your apartment, youll worry about it tomorrow, keigos clothes are littering your floor, mixing with the ones that have already been there of yours. your on his lap on your bed kissing him.

how did you get here?

oh yeah, you were kissing him in the living room then he was pulling your dress off and you were pulling him towards your room. And now youre here.

you stop and look at him, holding his face. “Do you want this? Or are you drunk?” Youre looking into his eyes and studying deeply, you need to know before you make your next move.

“Yes, please, ive never wanted anything more than this right now.” Hes shaking his head, hes begging for you.

“yeah me too.,” youre back to kissing him this time moving your hips since hes perched his hands on them and begun moving you.

theres 2 layers between the two of you. Your underwear, and his. this is it. Everything youve ever wanted is happening right now. The Hawks, is sitting under you begging to have you.

A call suddenly breaks the heavy silence of the room. you know that ringtone. Its the ‘emergency’ ringtone you suggested he set so he never missed one.

you quickly get up snatching his phone out of his pocket and handing it to him.

a few minutes go by with his occasional ‘mhms’

eventually he ends the call. “Yeah, just call me if you need back up.” He turns back at you and begins apologizing, over and over.

Youre telling him its ok and you understand. That youre just happy he doesnt have to go yet.

“Im just happy youre still here Keigo.” “Yeah but i totally just ruined the vibe.” “I dont care, just wanna hangout with you.” “ok, promise youre not mad?” “Yes, i promise im not mad.”

Keigo then hands you a shirt off your floor and puts his button up on over his shoulders, hes too lazy to button it.

“So uh, wanna order a pizza? That food earlier sucked.” He says pointing his thumb back behind him. “yeah, im down.” You say getting up to grab your phone.

pt 2

[i-yap]

Jason Todd x y/n thoughts- sexual

SEXUAL THEMES( even sa/rape and really sad stuff) SO MINORS STAY AWAY

Jason todd is a virgin. He got kidnapped really young and has been very against touch since then and opening up-even physically - to anyone. Most times he doesn't even want to get it. Plus he doesn't jerk off as much. As sad as it is , realistically joker probably implied sexual torture. Harley once tried to rape dick grayson, and harley was also someone who used to torture jason...so yea.

He didnt get particularly fixated on it, he just didn't care. Out of all the torture he endured, it probably just became another thing, but he doesn't really feel attracted to most women and he doesn't want to.

till he meets you. First he opens up emotionally. I don't think hookup turned more is a trope that would work for jason. He will first fall in love and then allow himself to open up sexually .

And its like a damn broke down, its a fricking flood. Now most people assume men without any experience suck at sex...NO they are better because not only are they more ready to learn they go by their carnal desire and instincts. Jason also never really watched porn, so he is very observant and easily affected .

that doesnt mean he comes fast, he is smart, he isn't a hormonal teenager, he probably did google and read and more than that he just focuses on what makes you feel good. Because everything is making him feel really good. He therefore is more skilled and a more eager and passionate lover.

Also sex is more for him. It is lovemaking . Most people assume they wanna be degraded, hurt, thrown around(aka me and some of you) but i know that is someone actually hurt me or was mean in real life id get really affected and in my head.

Jason is mean yes, but its sweet mean. "You must really like it when I kiss you here, fucking drenched you are" "so wet baby, all for me?" "has anyone ever made you feel like this" "calm down baby, I got you, let me do it for you yea?"

Its all genuine, all dirty talk is genuine, its not those practiced words , its what he is really feeling in the moment. And what he is feeling is carnal desire and loveeee. Also the first time he tastes pussy- its over for him( technically over for you). He wont hit you, smack you yes but its lightly. choke you yes but very lightly, just holding your neck a little tighter as he kisses you. He is observant he can tell when it hurts. \

Now wouldnt jason want to know what sex with other women may feel like? HELL NO it took him forever to even want someone to hold his hand, and he is like a worshipper. He is devoted asf. He is disgusted you would even ask. Why would he want someone else when he has more than he could even imagine with you? Let him show you just how bad he wants you and only you.

[blinksie]

characters from tma as customers at my store: part 1

jonathan sims: would come in to buy stationary or cigarettes, make a beeline for the aisles and try to ignore me. always seems to come in during the busiest hours. would quickly become lost or distracted, then accumulate a vast array of bullshit. would approach to grab a basket for his bullshit, still avoiding me. twenty to thirty minutes later depending on if there's a line he's avoiding, would silently approach, place his basket on the till and not say a word. when i inevitably ask how he is, he would jump like i had stuck him with a pin, mutter a "fine, thanks" and then stare at the floor until the whole affair was finished. pay with a card, walk out with his things, forget to buy cigarettes. come back in, run them, go pale when asked for an ID. because im nice, ill offer to scan my ID for him, and he'd be so eternally grateful i wouldnt put him through the extra mental gymnastics. get the cigarettes, forget his bags, come back again. mumble a "sorry, thanks" all embarassedly as he ducks out. probably forgot to buy a lighter-- will not go back for it. regular customer.

elias bouchard: he would only be at a store like this from pure necessity. would approach the counter straight away, despite me being with any customers, and ask where his goal item is, trying to speed up the process. inevitably, being one of the only two people on the floor, waiting on me would not speed up the process. id give him a good direction of where to find it-- most likely something like bread, milk, eggs, pens, etc, that would just be too inconvenient to go to a further store for. regardless, he'd take it straight from my head, retrieve his things, and wait in line disgustedly with the other customers. id ask how he was, and before i could finish my sentence, he'd cut me off with a "very well, thank you" and smile sort of menacingly at me, so i wouldn't say anything else. he'd pay in cash, and i'd drop his change from sheer nervousness. he'd ask for a receipt despite the fact that the receipt comes from the till on his side, and then hand it to me to be thrown away despite. i'd never see him again.

martin blackwood: he'd come in for groceries, napkins, cigarettes, treats or gum, anything you can think of, really. but only ever quite late at night, sometimes to the point of rushing in right before closing. quite annoying, but, he's polite so i never give him a fuss about it. if necessary, i prefer to approach him, tap on the shoulder, and quietly tell him the estimate of time he has before the store closes, rather than shout it down the aisles. he's very punctual about what he's getting, knowing where to find it, and knows the store and its workers well enough to stay on the pulse with the gossip. comes in with jon on occasion, who is also quite suckered in with the gossip-- martin seems to have to fill him in every time, though. he's very well updated on my love life. pays partially in cash, partially on card, depending on how recently he's been paid, and sometimes adds money to his card if he's got change left over, but never makes a big deal out of the whole affair. will always... ALWAYS forget he needs gum or candy until i've already rung everything up, so i've learned not to submit the till until he's absolutely sure. every other day regular.

sasha james: she's usually in a hurry and quite distracted. she'll only ever come in for a drink or to put money on her card, and is not the type to stay and chat UNLESS she overhears something interesting i and my coworkers are talking about. always has shit in her pockets or purse she's asking me to throw away, which i never mind. hands me the receipt trail from the till to throw away every time, and we always exchange coy smiles about the fact that i forget to grab it or get too busy to. it's a shock if she buys anything different. quick and to the point, lets me keep her change. rare visit.

tim stoker: is usually buying coffee, cigarettes, or instant microwavable meals. he's usually sleep deprived, in sunglasses, and goes about the whole thing on auto pilot. will approach the till with arms full of stuff and unceremoniously drop them, mutter an apology, and then right it all. complains about the smallness of the till quite often, but understands its not my fault. will ask if its been busy, or if im having a nice night, on occasion-- my answer is always the same. he'll tell me "don't work too hard" and i'll tell him the same. always cracks open his coffee on the way out. never fusses about being ID'd-- overall, a welcome regular.

michael shelley: has a sweet tooth, and comes in for tea-treats and candy. occasionally buys a coffee, less occasionally buys cigarettes, most likely for gertrude. will always spend a bit of time looking around the aisles but always buys the same thing-- every now and then, will politely ask i or the keyholder to check in the back for something out of stock, or ask when a truck will be by to refill stock, but never causes a fuss about it. is surprisingly hard to disappoint. looks like a kicked puppy. ive shot my shot a few times, asked about a girlfriend or boyfriend, and it went right over his head every time. gets bashful about being ID'd for the cigarettes-- once i asked if he wanted them in the bag with the rest of his things, and he looked at me as if id grown two heads, and asked where else he'd keep them? i didn't ask him again. pays in cash and loose change. weekly customer.

michael crew: quiet and reserved, sort of rude. he always comes in for snacks (nuts, jerky, cheese, etc) and coffee, and nearly always complains about the state of the store, despite coming in during post-rush. once asked if i was the only one who worked there, and when i replied that it was just i and my keyholder on the floor, scoffed and said that good work must be hard to come by, as if it was relatable. pays with a full hundred dollar bill (because this is america) and makes me break it up for him. once, i didnt have the money in my till to break it up, and he complained about having to wait for the safe to be unlocked to cash him out change. now asks if i have the money to break a bill in my till-- if not, pays with card. dreaded weekly regular.

gerard keay: mysterious hot stranger who comes in every blue moon for cigarettes and beer. he always comes in about an hour before closing-- smiles when he walks in but usually doesn't say anything. noticably watches the camera feeds as he passes by them, but never makes a comment. always gets the same thing, has only ever made a comment when the price of his cigarettes went up ("bloody hell, they're trying to make me quit, aren't they?"). usually asks how i am, and i'll usually riff with him. never fusses over being id'd other than searching his trenchcoat for it. i've probably giggled about how jingly he is. he's probably dumped out all of his loose change to demonstrate why. pays in cash and change, has me keep the leftover. always leaves his receipt. uncommon.

part 2 if this does well lol

[choso-star]

jjk men and jobs!!

summary:

jjk men and there modern jobs!!

characters:

gojo, geto, choso, nanami, toji, megumi, yuji, ino

authors note

wow this was a lot more than i was thinking id wrote for my first time! let me know what you think!

CONTAINS! nsfw, fluff

bartender! gojo

-i just see gojo as a bartender, i have literally no clue why i just do.

-just imagine him standing behind the bar, muscles showing through his tight dress shirt, sleeves slightly pulled up🤭🤭

-thats definitely how you guys met, him standing behind the bar on your 21st birthday, your friends long gone partying and you just sitting there, looking all sweet.

“aww look at the little birthday girl layin down and takin my cock so well” all you can do to respond to the man pounding into you is clench your pussy around his cock. “to fucked dumb to say anything? its okay baby we’ll be finished soon and i can send you back to your friends” when you do end up going back to your friends, gojo is back behind the bar serving drinks and your walking out of the bar with cum dripping down your leg.

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tattoo artist! geto

-i have such a love hate relationship with this man😞

-he looks like he would genuinely be so talented, and so skillful with his hands(🤭)

-his favorite tattoos to do are definitely the more intricate ones he can really put his heart into

-you probably came into his shop, no appointment and wanting your first tattoo. normally, he probably wouldnt have done it for anybody else, but you’re just to cute to refuse.

“hold still princess, it’ll only hurt for a moment” geto says, pressing the needle to your skin, a loud cry leaving your throat. normally, this wouldnt bother him but today its just different. no matter how many times he tells you to stay quiet or for you to not move, you dont listen, you cant help it after all. “y’know what if your gonna keep bitchin i’ll make you quite”

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piercer! choso

-this man has my heart he could literally do anything to me

-choso is such a sweetheart, he really is, but he doesn’t necessarily look that sweet.

-with his strong build, arms covered in tattoos, several piercings, he looks a little more rugged.

-this certainly wasnt your first piercing, but it was one of your more painful ones, and based on the reviews, choso was your best and safest bet.

-you were definitely nervous but once you saw choso you almost turned around and left. but your committed, your going to get this piercing.

“just lay down on the chair and it wont take very long” you lay down, ‘to late to turn back now’ you thought. as you lay back choso takes his seat in between your legs, preparing everything to complete the piercing. his hands slightly lifted up your shirt to expose your belly button. you would be lying if it wasn’t a great sight. “so pretty, ready for your piercing?”

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ceo! nanami

-i know, i know “ceo? everyone puts him as that” its just what he is😞

-he looks so good, sitting at the desk in his office, one foot crossed over the other propped on the desk, working on paper work

-your just his little secretary bringing him coffee every morning and checking up on him every so often. i guess you wouldnt want colleagues to know what you always do at your 2 o’clock meeting.

“such a good girl bent over the desk for me” he says, fingers plunging in and out of your tight cunt. “nanamin p-please give’m more” you slur out, then feeling a sharp slap across your ass, causing you to whimper. “if you dont shut up your not getting any of my cock”

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plumber! toji

-oh god he can come clean my pipes whenever 😊😊 (please send help)

-definitely fucking hates his job😭 wishes he didnt have to work but knows he needs the money bad.

-you would think he would half ass shit to get it done but he’s doing everything the best he can so he never has to come back.

-and then he came to your house, or, your daddys mansion.

“m’better hurry up before your daddy gets home” toji says, holding your hips as you bounce on his cock. “t-toji your too big., m’gonna cum soon- ah” you cried out, but your sobs fell to deaf ears as toji started fucking up into you harder “c’mon baby lets make this quick, we can do more next time”

toji didn’t fix all of your houses pipes this time, looks like he’ll have to come back to finish the job.

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actor! megumi

-he’s a pretty boy so ofc he’s gonna be on screen

-all the girls want him, he’s literally the josh hutcherson of his universe. constant edits being made of him, always being shipped with someone new.

-what they wouldnt expect is the one he wants isnt an actor, a producer, another celebrity of any kind, but his own personal makeup artist

“hold still megs i have to put more blush on you” you say, slightly sticking your tongue out to concentrate. megumi’s hands find there way to your hips, and pulling you down onto his lap, causing you to accidentally get to much blush on the side of his face“megumi! now im gonna have to redo your base” you whine, but megumi doesn’t care, pulling you into a slow kiss “as long as i get to spend more time with my favorite girl”

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delivery driver! yuji

-i felt bad for giving him a delivery driver (no hate to delivery drivers obvi) i feel like its so much less glamorous but it kinda fits him😭😭

-yuji is a little pizza boy, driving around the city in his busted, broken toyota camry, but whatever pays the bills right?

-but, hes a broke college student and this is the only way to pay off all his loans.

-its his last house for the night, he walks up to the door and sees you, teary eyed and holding a tub of ice-cream in one hand and a spoon in the other.

“fuck.. you like that? do i fuck you better than he ever could” he said, your pushed against the wall with yuji fucking you at a pace you cant keep up woth “mmmhm.. m’yes- y..uji soso good!” you cry out, tears spilling from your face as he keeps going “good, i’ll fuck the thoughts of him out of your mind”

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firefighter! ino

-oh my lord imagine this man in firefighter gear, AWOOGA, that hose aint the only thing spraying🥰(im sorry that was so bad😭)

-ino is a caring person, putting others safety before his own, i mean thats his job as a firefighter.

-so when someone sets your apartment on fore, ino is the first one rushing in to help, even tho he has no clue who you are

-he helps you out, and then theres the investigation, but ino is the only one you trust to talk to about what happened! looks like you’ll be spending a lot more time with him!!

“cmon baby im only fucking you in here cause you basically begged for me infront of those police officers “ he says hips snapping against your own, balls slapping your ass. “i only wanna talk to that firefighter ino! cant i talk to ino!” he says in a high pitch tone meant to be mocking you. “well now im here so talk to me baby, tell me how you feel.”