#Sokol x Reader

[horangislittletiger99]

Do you think sokol has abs

Like this

Like he has to

Our Russian man has to

[starr-finn]

Payday 2 yandere HCs: Sokol

NOTE: I DO NOT CONDONE YANDERE BEHAVIOR OR ANYTHING OF THAT NATURE!!!! THIS IS A SILLY FIC FOR CHICKEN MAN!!!! DO NOT REPLICATE OR IMITATE ANYTHING I WRITE HERE, IT IS HIGHLY ILLEGAL AND WILL RESULT IN RESTRAINING ORDERS, PRISON TIME, AND POTENTIAL HARM TO YOURSELF AND OTHERS! thank you and have a great day

Warnings cuz we need them: Kidnapping, mentions of abuse, Vague hints at murder, hints at a forced relationship, mentions of manipulation, drugging, mentions of amputation, manipulation

once again, carried away, just assume I did for all of them

Sokol is manipulative

He'll make you love him before he kidnaps you

He's such a sweet and loving boyfriend

Spoils the hell outta you

But behind the scenes, He's a stalker, obsessive, and possessive

Treats you like a goddess

Hides his possessiveness behind protectiveness

gives damn good cuddles

literally worships you

now onto the part you came for

Sokol kidnaps you by drugging you on a date to a bar and takes you to his house instead of yours

ties you up and waits for you to wake up

he gets a bit more violent now, but more so in threats

your his and his alone, and he'll make sure you know it

he does also cling to you

he holds you so tightly it's crazy

he just wants you with him all the time

holds your hands a lot

has killed all of your friends and cleared out your team of co-workers

has threatened to remove limbs, but would never do that

but he's so sweet it might give you a toothache

buys you one of his old hockey jerseys

buys you a bunch of cute stuffed animals too

bites at your neck a lot, it's a possession/marking thing

tries to make you feel as loved as he can out of guilt from kidnapping you

he will never hurt you despite his threats

he likes kissing your neck, forehead and jaw

texts you 24/7

calls you his baby, regardless of gender

sweet but deranged

will kill anyone for you

[reggie-hedgie]

Since I actually really enjoyed the last payday post…. Have some heisters x reader garbage-

Side note, I forgot Duke in the last one, should I add him to it- this is also without the ships I mentioned in the last one, just one guy each-

TW: standard payday stuff, implied death of past partner (not yours), implied drug use (Jimmy, ofc), alcohol use, clingy partner (Jimmy again), mentions of being wounded (nothing explicit), implied violence against the police

Characters:

Jacket, Hoxton, Wolf, Duke, Jimmy, and Sokol

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Jacket- 🐔

-He’s caught between wanting you to love on him and wanting to love on you.

-Honestly, he’s very wary about getting into a relationship in the first place, since the last one… didn’t end very well- ifykyk… plus, heisting isn’t the safest job.

-once he feels safe enough to get into a relationship with you though, he’s definitely sticking closer than he had been.

-He seems like the type to just want to be near you, maybe just hold your hand to know you’re there, especially when he’s sleeping.

-He has zero issue what your love language is, he gets it. Physical affection? He’s your teddy bear. Gifting? He’s keeping everything and taking great care of each thing. Acts of service? He does things for you as well, making your life easier. He basically mirrors whatever your thing is.

-He likes kisses and cuddles, he wouldn’t mind getting lots of those if that’s your thing. He personally likes giving kisses on your face and neck, if you don’t mind it. Hands feels too formal, and anywhere else… well, that’s for behind doors.

-with cuddling, he likes you on his chest, he just likes to see you comfortable and content. He likes laying on your chest too, he just likes being close.

-He’s very good at listening, for obvious reasons. He likes if you ramble, he likes seeing you enjoy something. Besides, it gives him ideas of things to get you for holidays or your birthday, or just because.

-As much as guys usually like it when you wear their clothes… you’ll want to warn Jacket before you borrow his jacket. Mostly because it’s a comfort item for him, and he’d like to know where it is at least.

-He’s not really a “go out to eat for a date” kind of guy. Especially since suits aren’t his thing, and it’s hard to order without it being awkward. He much prefers just a quiet movie night with pizza, and of course, you.

-He will lovingly scold you if you come back beat up, but happily bandage your wounds, cleaning them with utmost care.

-Usually he just cleans and patches his own wounds, but if you want to return the favor, you’re the only person he’ll allow to do it. Couple goals, you clean each others wounds, awwww

Hoxton- 🇬🇧

-Ah yes. British man. Love them.

-Honestly, I can’t see him being all that touchy to start with. He may call you questionable pet names but he definitely has to warm up to being cuddly.

-Once he does though, he comes up behind you and hugs you around the waist, maybe giving you a kiss on the neck, cheek or the back/top of your head, depending on your height compared to him.

-Very standard pet names once he gets past the awkward first month, he’ll call you ‘love’ and ‘darling’. If you’re on the short side, I can absolutely see him calling you ‘shortcake’ or ‘short stack’.

-As for cuddling, he seems like he’d like you on his lap, or having his head on yours. Chances are, he’s too big to sit in your lap, and even then, do you want a stinky British man on your lap? Idk, maybe you do, I don’t know you

-Again, I think he cooks pretty poorly, so don’t expect breakfast in bed, but sleepy morning cuddles? Absolutely. You go to get up, he just drags you back into the bed, tucks his face into your neck, and goes right back to sleep lmao

-Far less lax when you come back beat up, he’s torn between being absolutely PISSED that someone hurt you at all, let alone bad enough that it needs more than just a kiss and a plaster, and stressed that you’re hurt.

-The cops are getting their asses handed to them the next time he goes on a heist, he’s MAD. He absolutely patched you up, maybe even giving a little kiss over the bandages once he’s done. 🥺

Wolf- 🇸🇪

-The lovely man himself, I can’t imagine him being anything other than a big sweetheart when he’s not committing crimes against the Geneva convention

-Honestly, things don’t change that much between friends and dating, he’s just more affectionate and cuddly.

-I can see him being on a heist, seeing something that he thinks you’ll like, and just pocketing it for you, happily giving it to you when he gets back

-Lots of kisses, and just leaning against you when you’re sitting together. Definitely likes holding your hand, maybe playing with your fingers.

-He likes when you ramble, although I can’t guarantee all of it sticks. He’s not intentionally ignoring you, he just likes seeing how passionate you are that he forgets to actually retain the things you’re saying, and his brain doesn’t run at full power (just like me fr)

-Like hoxton, but less outwardly pissed, more like “how do I make them pay for this?”. He’s cleaning you up, kissing you better and cuddling you. He honestly feels guilty, even though it isn’t even remotely his fault.

Duke- 🥃

-Much like Jacket and Hoxton, he’s definitely cautious, just because he… isn’t honestly very good with relationships. He seems like he really needs to get to know someone before he can develop feelings.

-He’s more of a gift giver than a hugger (he’s a lover not a fighter- oh wait no, he just stabbed a man)

-But he doesn’t mind if you are more snuggly.

-I can see him laying in bed, reading something, just stroking your hair while you lay with your head on his chest. That’s his kind of cuddling.

-He’s very domestic, all things considered.

-Oh my god, if you do art, he’s gonna want to see your work. He’ll respect you not showing him everything, or not wanting to show him stuff until it’s done, but he will eat up anything you show him.

-He’s very good about GOOD constructive criticism.

-“Darling, that looks lovely. Perhaps next time you could do this here? Just a little extra something. I don’t make art though, you’re the expert. You are the art.” (Need someone like him in my life 😔)

-If you get hurt, he’s angrier than when his suit came back from the cleaners with a stain it didn’t have when he left it there. Not at you, although he will gently lecture you about being more careful, staying in cover, things like that.

-The cops are getting hell though, he’ll make sure of that.

Jimmy- 🦘

-Oh boy… here we go

-I can see him drunkenly flirting with you, and if you bring it up while he’s sober, he’s redder than the blood on his shirt lol

-You aren’t gonna get a minute of peace, unless you make it very clear he’s being ultra clingy.

-Cuz he’s clingy. Extremely clingy- He’s the small spoon 110% of the time, sorry lol

-Also, you’re never gonna not have white powder on your clothes… it’s like owning a white cat and wearing black clothing

-He’s a thigh guy imo. He likes napping with his head on your lap. Partly because he just crashes and slumps and that’s where he ends up most of the time, but if he had a choice, he’d probably still lay on your lap.

-If you come back hurt? Oh man… someone is getting punched by him because he doesn’t regulate well… it’s probably gonna be Dallas, let’s be real.

-He isn’t really very good at helping with wounds, so he might go find someone who is, like Joy, or maybe Bonnie. He’s apologizing too, he feels terrible, even though again, it isn’t his fault. He’s like a dog with separation anxiety for a while after, if he wasn’t already obnoxious enough lol

Sokol- 🏒

-He’s iffy at the start, but once he gets used to love and care, he wants more.

-Russian puppy behavior who said that

-I feel like he doesn’t have enough trauma, so he’s gonna have daddy issues

-Love didn’t come without conditions, so you’re just… loving him? Why?? What do you want in return??

-it takes him a while to trust that you aren’t going to withhold affection for dumb shit, like missing a text or not hearing you the first time, but once he gets it through his head, he’s all yours

-He likes laying his head on your shoulder, just enjoying your company. Maybe a neck kiss occasionally, he just likes feeling you being there.

-He likes when you play with his hair, it makes him feel special :3

-Trace his face or just hold his face, and you get to enjoy a melted Sokol

-if you get hurt, he’s surprisingly attentive. He’s used to patching his own wounds, so he knows what he’s doing. For whatever reason, he acts like he’s treating a kid.

-not like he’s mocking you, but like, he makes jokes, he’s super gentle, he tells you what he doing and warns you if something is gonna hurt. If it’s really bad, he gives you his belt to bite on so you don’t wake the whole neighborhood around the safehouse

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There you have it, my favorite goobers dating you! Thanks for bearing through how long this is-

[i-willstealyourtoes]

Huh can I get uhhhh

Get uhh

Bain legally adopts a teenage reader for tax reasons and drops them off at the safehouse and Dallas essentially becomes their dad?

Also a side of them hanging out with the younger heisters (Joy Sydney Sokol) and I guess I'll be having it platonic family fluff style. Sorry if this is the wrong place to ask though.

You got it right! Hope you enjoy :) I decided not to use the colours, because I'm not sure if people actually like them haha- If you guys want them back lmk!

Adopted!Teen!Reader + the PDG

- Now, Bain did adopt you for tax reasons (I don't know how that works but we roll)

- But that doesn't mean he doesn't care about you or anything, he'll make sure you're alright

- But he's not exactly in the position to look after a kid, considering he's always busy and needs to be as private as possible

- So he usually leaves you at the safehouse, where there's always someone there

- Dallas interacts with you first, as well as some of the younger heisters

- He's always been the one to greet new members of the team, as he is kind of the leader

- So it isn't much different with you, although of course you're much younger than the people he's interacted with recently

- Forgive him if he's a little awkward

- With the younger heisters, at least he could talk about their occupation and skills, but with you? Nothing

- But he's friendly enough, letting you know he's there if you have any problems

- Every heister has a different first opinion of you

- For example, Joy and Sydney are quite nice to you immediantly

- They're closest to you in age, and therefore a bit more relatable

- Sydney will get you to do some pranks or something

- Joy will record it, occasionally helping out

- They're definitely one of the quickest to warm up to you

- If you like art or gaming, they're more than happy to talk about it with you!

- You can all play Mario Kart or something :)

- Joy will beat you guys for sure, but it's okay (you and Sydney will get her back later)

- I think at the start, Sokol would be kind of dismissive of you

- I mean, why do they have to deal with Bain's kid? The safe-house is a place for skilled heisters to plan out their next move, not some daycare

- Or at least, that's how it starts for him

- But when you ask for some pointers on how to shoot, play hockey, or maybe ask for some lessons in Russian, he'll start to warm up

- After that? He treats you like his beloved little sibling :)

- 'If anything happens to them I will kill everyone in this room and then myself' type beat

- May occasionally try to get you into the heisting career at some point. Maybe.

- Once you learn how to shoot and so on, Dallas might help you out too, but he probably won't let you do anything further

- You're still a kid, he doesn't like the idea of putting you in danger

- Although the younger heisters seem to think it as a potentially good idea

- As for the other heisters?

- Wolf would probably not talk to you in general, but the more time you spend in his presence, the more discreetly protective of you he is

- Chains is probably more like a mix of Dallas and Sokol in that he'd like having you train, but is unsure about you starting off a career in heisting

- Hoxton is originally a bit stand-offish for the same reason as Sokol, but eventually matches a bit with Sydney in that he'd encourage you to bring a little chaos in the safe-house

- Houston would be like Wolf; he wouldn't really speak to you or interact since he thinks it's weird for Bain to adopt you in the first place. Will encourage some pranks though-

- John Wick would also be in disagreement with you being adopted by Bain in the first place, but will warm up and help with training (he's definitely quite strict tho beware!!)

- Clover for sure acts as an older sister, teasing you but overall being kind and protective over you (will cheer you on during training)

- Dragan would try not interact with you really..but he might give some tips if you're training/working out. Eventually, like Wolf, he will become secretly protective of you :)

- Jacket would probably not interact very often with you, but eventually, he'll let you listen to his music or play games (kinda like Houston, he will low-key enjoy the pranks too)

- Bonnie would treat you like a little sibling and maybe try to teach you poker to scam the others with false innocence (high-fives if you do so) + if you have (romantic) relationship issues, she will encourage you to end/ruin their lives

- Jiro would definitely judge Bain for adopting you for tax reasons, and for a little bit he might be a quite distant, but as time progress, he sort of views you as a kid to look after too, maybe not like his child, but still a child for him to protect and look after

- Bodhi would for sure try get you into surfing or just sports, the others will pull you away (unless you actually enjoy it then they'll just roll their eyes or something)

- Jimmy is maybe not the greatest role model, but he's actually quite fun around you, just be aware he might pass out in the middle of a conversation with you

- Rust would probably keep his distance from you at first, thinking that it's better not to interact since he's, well, old and a criminal. But after a little while, especially once you start training and so on, he'll warm up to you! You might find yourself a new (o l d) uncle :)

- Sangres for sure will try to teach you some blade skills or Spanish words (a lot of them might be profanity). He's a lot of fun, just not the most responsible-

- Duke might not come up to talk to you much, but he doesn't mind talking to you if you come up to him, especially if it's about history and so on :)

[lamaisongaga]

LADY GAGA PERFORMS FOR THE SUPER BOWL LIX IN CUSTOM SAMUEL LEWIS x SETH PRATT x EERON

Lady Gaga paid tribute to the victims of the New Year’s attack in New Orleans last night.

She performed an emotional rendition of “Hold My Hand” from Bourbon Street, New Orleans during the 2025 Super Bowl LIX pregame show. Filming took place last Friday.

She was styled by HARDSTYLE for the occasion.

"Angelic" isn‘t even enough of a word to describe this ensemble. And it‘s always a thrill, personally to me, to have Gaga clad in full white. So I was more than delighted to see her go head-to-toe and looking so polished.

The coat was fully designed and conceptualized by Samuel Lewis who turned to young designer EE'RON for the peplum jacket part with bell sleeves and Seth Pratt, who took over the task to craft the long skirt featuring a train made of over 60 yards of silk organza and tulle!

A very attentive LMG reader and fellow Little Monster wrote to me yesterday, mentioning that he noticed floral lace as a recurring element in Gaga’s style, particularly during this era. The custom Iggy Soliven bodysuit in white underlines the observation perfectly.

Her high-waisted white leather bell bottom pants are custom MIAOU.

The styling itself feels like a callback to the "Joanne" era where we had Gaga combine voluminous silhouettes with Western hats, doesn‘t it?

Sarah Sokol Millinery custom-made her oversized, wide brimmed ecru felt hat with grosgrain ribbon.

One of Gaga‘s three layered necklaces is this DOSIS G6C 30g per Dose necklace ($10,885) made of 18k gold and featuring a detachable drop-shaped emerald gemstone with scattered diamonds along the length of the chain.

Shop:

DOSIS G6C "30g per Dose" Necklace ($10,885.00)

Her silver crystal cross is an archival Lanvin piece belonging to the Spring/Summer 2012 collection she got at Paumé Los Angeles.

You‘ll also notice the return of the Sugar Jones boots by Chrome Hearts. She wore these in red patent leather in the "Abracadabra" video before!

[neurotica-tales]

Okay, this post totally made me spiral into writing a Platonic Yandere Toothless x Reader today—because how could I not? 🐉💚 Toothless is too cute to not write about! I had way too much fun with it, so I hope you all enjoy the chaos below!

And many thanks to @purregrine-sokol-arts for their wonderful drawings of Toothless!

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Too Cute to Notice (Platonic!Yandere Toothless x Reader)

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You’ve always been told that dragons are intelligent.

Powerful, loyal, clever — but still animals. Still bound by instinct.

You never thought about what it meant when those instincts turned toward you.

Not until it was too late.

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Next: Yandere Hiccup Headcanon, The First Kindness (Yandere Tuffnut x Reader)

To find my master list, click HERE.

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You hadn't meant to stay on Berk.

It was supposed to be a temporary stop—a delay on your way back to the mainland after trading in the Northern Archipelago. You arrived just as the weather turned, with winter's edge biting at the sails, forcing the ships into harbor until the ice melted off the sea. You offered to help out in the meantime. Feed dragons. Assist with saddle repairs. Carry supplies.

The people were welcoming. Rough around the edges, sure, but honest. The dragons? A little less so. Most were wary. Even the younger ones kept their distance.

Except for him.

Toothless was curious about you from the start. Not in an intrusive way. Just… present. You’d feel his gaze before you’d see him. The quiet intensity of eyes too intelligent for comfort, tracking your every move like you were the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.

The first time he approached, it was with slow, deliberate steps. You were brushing soot off a scale-brushed saddle when a shadow passed behind you. You turned, expecting a villager—and nearly fell into a pair of wide, green eyes.

He was so close. Unmoving. Studying.

You said nothing at first, frozen with uncertainty. He blinked. Then chirped.

That broke the tension. You smiled, offering your hand. He sniffed it once, then rubbed his nose against your palm. You could feel the warmth of him, the vibration of his purr as it started low and steady.

It wasn’t the last time he sought you out.

Every morning afterward, you’d find him near. Watching from behind a building, lounging at the edge of the clearing, tail swishing in deliberate arcs. He didn’t get too close unless you approached. But he always made sure you saw him. That you knew he was there.

You thought it was cute.

And when the ships were finally ready to sail weeks later, you surprised even yourself by staying.

You told people it was the quiet. The peace. The purpose you felt here.

But a part of you wondered if it had anything to do with the dragon who had started to meet you at your door every morning, his tail thumping like a dog’s.

They started calling you Toothless’s favorite.

You laughed when they said it. Everyone did. It was harmless.

Sweet, even.

You never questioned the way he walked half a pace behind you everywhere you went. Or the way his pupils widened each time you spoke. Or the way his wings fluttered faintly when you brushed his side in passing.

He was just a dragon.

He was just clingy.

Right?

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The clinginess, at first, was charming.

Toothless didn’t make demands. He wasn’t loud or disruptive. He was just there. A shadow with wings and bright eyes, padding beside you like a loyal hound. When you turned your head, you’d find him already looking at you, head tilted with quiet curiosity.

If you stopped to speak with someone, he’d wait. If you sat down, he’d curl beside you—sometimes resting his chin on your leg, sometimes draping a wing across your back like a blanket.

You started adjusting your pace to match his. You stopped reacting when you felt him brush your elbow or nuzzle your hand mid-conversation. The others teased you, of course, but gently.

“Your shadow’s getting heavier,” Astrid had joked once, nodding toward the dragon lounging on your feet. Toothless, true to form, purred so loud you swore it made the ground hum.

The villagers weren’t bothered. Hiccup especially seemed amused.

“He’s not usually like this, you know. It actually takes him a while to warm up to people,” Hiccup had said with a grin. “If he’s already acting like this around you—like he does with me—then he must really like you. But hey, don’t worry! He’s totally harmless!”

And it did seem harmless.

You got used to finding him underfoot. Or peeking through your window. Or slipping into the forge to lie near the fire while you worked. He didn’t ask for anything in return. Just your presence. Just your voice. Just to be near you.

He'd wait outside your door before sunrise, tail swaying, wings folded neatly. The moment you stepped outside, he was alert and thrilled, bounding toward you with the joy of someone greeting a long-lost friend.

You started leaving food out for him. Not that he needed it—he still hunted and raced through the skies with Hiccup when called—but he always seemed to prefer whatever came from you.

It became routine.

Comforting.

What you didn’t realize—what no one realized—was that the more you allowed it, the less space you had to yourself.

Toothless never left your side. Not because you asked him to stay.

But because, somewhere along the way, he had decided that he couldn’t be anywhere else.

And you never questioned it.

Because he was cute.

Because he was sweet.

Because he never gave you a reason not to trust him.

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It was easy to excuse.

The way he watched you while pretending not to. The way he’d suddenly appear behind you even when no one saw him approach. His movements were too fluid, too quiet. Like smoke wrapping around corners. Like shadows pretending to be still.

But then he’d blink slowly, chirp, and wag his tail like a delighted puppy. And any concern you had melted instantly.

He was just so expressive. His eyes seemed to carry whole conversations. He didn’t need to speak, didn’t need to growl or make demands. He’d simply tilt his head and press his nose against your cheek, or roll onto his back with a dramatic flop and wait for you to laugh.

And you always did.

That was the problem. He was so good at making everything look innocent.

When he wedged himself between you and another dragon, you assumed he was being playful. When he stared down visitors from outside Berk, you thought he was just being protective.

Even when he sat in front of you and blocked your path—tail curled, eyes locked on yours—you told yourself it was a coincidence.

It was easier that way.

Because he purred when you touched him. Because he chirped when you laughed. Because he curled around you when you were cold, and made you feel wanted in a way you couldn’t quite put into words.

Toothless didn’t bark. He didn’t roar.

He smothered you in affection. In warmth. In presence.

And that’s why you didn’t notice what was happening until far later.

Because it never felt like control.

It felt like love.

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You didn’t notice the shift right away.

It was gradual. Like fog creeping in overnight. Like waking to find your world a little quieter, your circle a little smaller, without ever seeing the lines being drawn.

The first ones to pull away were the dragons.

Stormfly used to chirp when you approached. Meatlug used to nuzzle into your chest, tail wagging slowly. Even Hookfang tolerated your presence with mild irritation. But over time, each one of them began to flinch, to back off, to lower their heads when you came close.

At first, you thought it was something you’d done. Some scent. Some mistake.

Until you realized they weren’t reacting to you.

They were reacting to Toothless.

He didn’t snarl. He didn’t puff up or hiss. But he was always there. Sitting behind you. Lying beside you. Looming near with wings slightly unfurled and pupils narrowed just enough to signal that something was wrong. And the other dragons listened to that look.

You saw it once—really saw it—when Stormfly tried to trot toward you and Toothless rose without a sound. No growl. No warning. Just a look.

Stormfly stopped cold.

Turned away.

You called out to her, but she didn’t respond.

You looked down and saw Toothless pressing his head into your side, eyes fluttering shut with contentment, as if proud of something.

You didn’t say anything.

You couldn’t. Because it didn’t feel dangerous.

It felt… comforting.

You were never alone—but not in the way people meant. You were never alone because Toothless never let you be.

When others tried to invite you to group dinners or dragon flights, Toothless would stretch across your path, feigning sleep. Or distract you with nuzzles, purring louder and louder until you gave in and stayed.

He didn’t chase people away with teeth. He used silence. Pressure. That constant, overwhelming presence.

And over time, people stopped asking.

They assumed you preferred Toothless’s company.

You started to think maybe they were right.

You used to spend time in the village square. Now you spent it near the cliffs with him. You used to laugh with others over shared food. Now your meals were quiet picnics with a dragon curled around your back like a blanket.

And it wasn’t until one evening, watching the bonfire from a distance, that the realization hit you.

You were no longer part of the village.

You were part of him.

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painting a whole bunch of toothlesses is good for therapy

[thelocalbozo]

Bad Word Choice Sokol x Reader

It was supposed to be an easy stealth heist, get in, get the stuff, get out, that was not the case, you were ambushed. You, Sokol, Jacket and Jiro were in a dire situation, there were cops everywhere, and all you had were suppressed rifles and pistols. No medic bags were anywhere in sight, and you have one down left, unfortunately for you, you were downed by a dozer, Jacket was trying to kill him as Sokol was running to your aid.

“Next time you're down, do us all a favor and stay down!!” Sokol yelled over the gun fire at you, you weren’t sure if he was serious or not, as you couldn’t see his face, but he sounded serious. You were hurt that he said that to you. You did not have much fight left in you anymore, especially after what Sokol had said, you had been distracted by the words and because of this you were downed a final time and brought into custody.

“GUYS [H/N] WAS PUT IN CUSTODY!” You could hear Bain yell over the intercoms. “I’LL DO MY BEST TO GET YOU OUT. EVERYONE ELSE YOU WILL HAVE TO LEAVE WITHOUT THEM”

You could hear Sokol scream something incoherent being dragged, likely by Jacket, that was before you had your ear piece ripped out of your ear, now you had no way of communication with anyone. It took weeks to get a good negation, you’d seen similar situations happen with the other heisters, granted you weren’t the receiving end. While you were incarcerated the only thing you could think of was the last words that had been spoken to you before this, Sokols words played on repeat in your head, you couldn’t shake them, was that really how he felt about your life, he was your partner and that’s what he felt the need to say when you needed help. You had no idea what a mess he was without you though.

Sokol had to be dragged to the van, he did not want to leave without you. Jacket fought him tooth and nail in the van because of it. At the safehouse it was worse, he was in a constant state of anxiety with a hair pin trigger. He was fighting with everyone he came in contact with, verbal or physical, everything set him off in the weeks leading to the final negotiation that got you out. When you were released Bain suggested taking a bit away from heisting, as he did with all of these cases, you rejected the offer. It was late when you were freed so you went back home instead of to the safehouse. The next day you went to the safehouse and were greeted by many of the others, Wolf gave you a big hug welcoming you back. Then Sokol ran up to you, face red and eyes puffy from near constant crying, he knew it was his fault you went into custody, he tried hugging you, you simply pushed him off, giving nothing more than a deadpan stare into his eyes, you walked away from him. What he said hurt you deeply, as of now he really meant nothing to you, he was simply another heister.

[paydayximagines]

sokol takes s/o out on an ice skating rink date and s/o is absolutely terrible at ice skating? pls

The Art of Skating-Sokol x Reader

{hey y’all!! if you wanna be on my taglist please ask! this is kinda short but I hope you enjoy regardless.}

“You’ve never been ice skating?” Sokol asked, looking at his partner with such surprise. The two were having a day off at the safe house, others were out heisting or off God knows where. 

“Not exactly,” (Y/N) replied, rubbing the back of their neck a tad bit nervously, “My parents never took me to an ice rink when I was a kid so I guess I really didn’t get that chance.” Sokol shook his head, putting his hand on his head dramatically at the thought of them not ice skating before. “This cannot stand!” Sokol exclaimed, standing up from his seat and outstretching his hand to (Y/N).

“You. Me. Ice rink. Now.”

“What? What if the gang-”

“Nope, none of that. We’re going. This requires full attention.”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes and chuckled. As much as they worried on whether Bain or the Payday gang needed them, Sokol was persistent on teaching them how to ice skate. They didn’t really see it as a big deal, though they had to do it for Sokol. (Y/N) took Sokol’s hand and he lifted them from their seat and out the door.

—–

Sokol had taken (Y/N) to a local ice rink in DC. It wasn’t as nice as Sokol would’ve liked it but, it would do for their first time. Once the two of them were set on ice skates they set out. Though (Y/N) didn’t step out initially, they stared off at the small rink while Sokol skated around. He made it look so easy.

Sokol skated over to them, raising an eyebrow at them.“C’mon don’t tell me you’re scared.” Sokol teased. (Y/N) rolled their eyes and playfully pushed Sokol. “I’d rather not go out and trip thank you very much.” (Y/N) quipped back. Sokol chuckled and took their hands and gently took them out to the rink. “Then let me teach you.”

(Y/N) smiled, a light blush on their face as he helped them skate around the rink slowly. “It’s just like walking really,” Sokol spoke softly, “You’ll get the hang of it I promise.” (Y/N) lightly chuckled as they made their first round around the rink. They only stumbled slightly luckily. Though the second round they nearly fell on their face. Sokol quickly caught them, holding them in his arms and holding them close. He laughed as he led them toward a wall to lean against, still holding them close to his chest. (Y/N) lightly blushed, burying their face in his chest. 

“You’re doing good so far love,” Sokol cheerfully said, looking down at his lover, “You’ve barely stumbled.” (Y/N) chuckled nervously, pulling away for a moment to look up at Sokol. “Guess you could call me a natural.” (Y/N) replied with a wink, earning a soft chuckle from Sokol. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on their forehead. (Y/N) leaned in to his touch, a small smile forming on their lips. 

“You didn’t have to do this, Sokol.”

“I didn’t have to. I just, felt like you deserve to experience something like this y��know?”

(Y/N) leaned against his chest and hummed contently. They were glad he thought that way, wanting to do something nice for them like this. It just made them love him even more.

“Now,” Sokol spoke, pulling away and holding on to the side of (Y/N)’s arms, “Ready to continue to learn the art of skating?”

[crispy-bonnie]

HI IT'S ME MWAH MWAH (/P)

- Okay anyways-

- I read your thing about flirtatious s/o, and was like 😳->😏

- Idk if this goes against the rules bc it is limey so (if it is just lmk and delet)

- Can we get uhm.... Jacket, Sokol, Houston, Dallas and for absolutely no reason Dozer for this?

- So can we get a situation where Reader and him have to (for random plot reasons) hide in a tight spot??? Like a locker or something

- This is during/just after a fight so Reader's preeeetty tired

- So they just rest their head on him

- And he's trying so hard not to... not to have.... UHHHHHH-

- I hope you know where this is going???

- (He's trying not to wiener)

yeah this is chill with me ! if i ever write overly spicy stuff , then you'll most likely find it on my alt that's dedicated to the juicy stuff . also no i'm not giving the tag for said alt lmao also , this post in particular is VERY long and took me fucking forever to finish . my writing clearly started to deteriorate towards the end LMAO . consider this a valentine's day special lol i'll be making a special cut of this on my side blog once i get my requests done so stay tuned for that ig

!! SUGGESTIVE CONTENT + CLAUSTROPHOBIA UNDER THE CUT . PLEASE BE ADVISED !!

Tight Spot - PAYDAY + DOZER X READER MULTISHOT

Dallas

Despite such a quiet heist, it was still one of exhaustion. Having to worry about the guards, running past civilians and praying that they don't see you, it's draining. Luckily, a fellow heister volunteered to stealth it with you, making the experience a tad bit easier.

You and Dallas were tasked with tagging a truck with a GPS tracking device whilst the other two heisters, Houston and Hoxton, stayed behind. This truck contained voting machines that you two have to hack, but none of the trucks were labeled, therefore you had to find clues on which ones had the things you needed. The two of you were tucked in a shipping container, waiting for guards to pass while looking through the boxes to see if there was anything indicating the right or wrong truck.

"D-Dallas...? Can we take a quick breather..?" You huffed, your legs cramped from crouching and your body coated in sweat from all the running and sneaking about. Despite the container being so large, the two of you could barely squeeze yourselves inside, as there were boxes packed rather tightly inside. Your legs were entangled in his, both of your torsos just mere centimeters away. You were panting heavily, the tight space making it harder to gather oxygen.

"Sure..are you alri-" He was cut off as you leaned forward, your head now resting on his shoulder as your arms wrapped around his waist. Dallas could feel his face heating up from underneath his mask, but not because of the awkward atmosphere. He stared down at your heavily breating form attempting to gulp down the words that were stuck in his throat.

You were brought out of your heated daze when you heard Dallas groaning softly, in which you pulled back ever so slightly to face him. He had one of his hands pressed against the boxes whilst the other was holding up his mask. You could feel his legs shaking ever so slightly as he tried to curb the attempts to buck his hips towards yours.

"Are you okay?" You hummed, bringing your hand up to his and moving his mask off of his face so you could make sure that he wasn't dying underneath it. However, just as you unveiled his lips, both of his hands shot up to grab your mask, ripping it off before slamming his lips against yours.

The scent of cigarette smoke and his freshly ironed suit filled your nose, the bitter sensation of nicotine and the sweet taste of him now in your mouth as his tongue pressed against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, now resting your hands on his shoulders to pull him closer. Time seemed to slow, everything melting away as you focused on him and only him. Not even the sounds of gunshots or the bickering of the other two heisters outside pulled you out of the trance that the two of you were stuck in.

Let's hope the others don't find you two in that shipping container...

Houston

It was a quiet night. The only sounds heard being rain drops tapping softly against the window and the chatter among the attendees of the auction. As much as the gang wanted to try to place bids on the artifact being auctioned off, they knew that it would take a big chunk out of their vault, and it would most certainly not be a guarantee of even getting it. The criminals instead opted for attempting to steal the item. After all, it was one of the many things they were good at.

Ears sharp and eyes peeled, you crawled down the halls as fast as possible, making sure to keep yourself out of sight from the guards and cameras that littered the building. Houston followed behind, keeping an eye out for anyone approaching. The two of you thought you were safe, but the sound of a gun unholstering and a voice shouting at you two brought you two to a halt.

Turning around to face the guard, he glared the both of you down for a good few seconds. He proceeded to fish his radio out of his pocket, but you had whipped your gun out to shoot it to bits before he could say anything. Next thing you knew, unsilenced gunshots had been fired from the guard's gun, now alerting others. The crowd below was now startled, spooked whispers and gasps echoing from the crowd. The sounds of these sent panic into you, making you directly headshot the guard before grabbing Houston by the wrist and pulling him away.

You shoved yourself and Houston into a storage closet, shutting the door behind you as the alarms started to blare from outside. The closet was unfortunately very tight, but it was the only hiding spot available so that you could wait for the rest of the crew to arrive and save you from this mess. Your hands left the doorknob just after you locked it, letting out a huff of relief before leaning your shocked form against the wall.

"I'm sorry I-"

"No it's okay, it's okay. We didn't know he'd be there." Houston sighed, placing his hand on your shoulder before pulling you close. You took a minute to process what was going on, the sirens, the screaming, and soon the warm embrace that you found yourself in. He continued to whisper reassurings into your ear as he let you relax into him.

A few minutes in, you could hear Houston muttering your name ever so softly. Almost like he was trying to get your attention. You pulled back, looking into his now half-lidded eyes before asking: "Are you okay..?"

"Sorry I just- m- my- ngh..~" Houston pulled his hands away from your waist, bringing one up to his mask and the other down to his pants, the other now gripping onto his belt desperately. He moved his mask off to wipe away some of the sweat that was coating his forehead. Your face flushed red once your eyes trailed down to his crotch, his current behavior finally making sense to you. 

"We should- sh-should get back to the missio-" He went back to pull his mask back on, but you brought your hand up to stop his, soon pulling it away to swipe your mask off and let it clatter to the ground. "No no..." You hummed, your face now inches away from his. The red on his face became brighter as you grabbed at his pants, pulling at them ever so slightly. "Let's take care of your little friend here first~"

Sokol

It was an intense battle. The constant bangs and pops of guns firing, screams of the cops that were being mercilessly shot down as well as the heisters' demands for things like coolant for the drill or to reboot the power, and most importantly, the earpiercing sound of the giant drill burning its way into the glass flooring that blocked the criminals from the stacks upon stacks of cash that they were after.

"SOKOL!" His name erupted from your throat as you fired your weapon at the horde of cops that continued to try to get to the both of you. Your body armor was sparing you of the bleeding you would've had to endure if you didn't have it, but it still hurt regardless. "We're under heavy fire here!"

"БЛИН- I KNOW!" The Russian cursed loudly, also trying to fend off the swarms of cops. Wave after wave, they just kept coming. It was like there was no break to it. You were starting to get exhausted and your armor was starting to deteriorate under its constant abuse, struggling to reload fast enough to be able to continue shooting cops down. You whipped around to face Sokol, but you could only catch the faint image of him grabbing you by the wrist and running through a doorway.

It was a blur, especially with how fast he was running, but soon you finally processed that you two were in a locker room. You could hear the heavy boots of the various cops stampeding their way down the stairs. Within a matter of seconds, you found yourself and the Russian heister now stuffed into a locker, the both of you dead quiet as you two waited for the cops to pass.

It felt like forever until you heard the footsteps of those pesky cops started to fade away, in which you finally managed to take a deep breath before finally leaning against the wall a little more. You looked up at Sokol within the dark confines of the metal locker you two had been stuffed in. It was only when you glanced to the side when you realized that he had both his hands firmly planted next to your head, effectively pinning you within the locker.

Blinking a few times, you focused your gaze back on him, realizing that his mask had been shoved out of its place, now showing a good portion of his face. You could see his platinum eyes glinting at you with an almost feral intent, his hair scattered and no longer its in slicked back state. From what you could see with the little light provided, his sweat-coated face was dusted pink, his jaw hanging slightly as be panted harshly.

"You know..." He started, his voice low as if he were growling, bringing his left hand away from your head only to rip his mask off, as well as yours. He proceeded to grip your chin and pull you close, nearly closing the gap between your lips and his. "The drill has quite a long time before it's done, no?"

You could feel the heat rushing to your face and down to your crotch because of his behavior, letting out a small whimper as he left a soft kiss on your lips. The hardness in his pants was pressed against your thigh, his hips moving ever so slightly and bringing friction between the two surfaces. Sokol leaned into your ear, nibbling at your earlobe gently before purring:

"Why don't we... pass the time... милый?"

Jacket

Jacket wasn't very fond of stealth, and neither were you. Of course, Bain made the two of you go on this heist anyway. Why? Who knows, and you honestly couldn't care less. You just wanted to get the heist over and done with.

The two of you were infiltrating the GenSec arena, in which there was vault that was in need of cracking. There was a concert going on for a musician going by the name 'Alesso'. The music was bumping from the stage itself, so loud that the two of you could hear it whilst in the halls behind the concessions.

You had to find the C4 that was marked in some of the storage closets, said closets being marked with a red X. However, what the two of you didn't know was that there were going to be a few guards patrolling this area. You currently had some of your lockpicking equipment out, desperately trying to get the reinforced door open. You could feel Jacket nudging at you, knowing that there was a guard nearly.

Just before the guard could even get a proper glance of the two of you, you managed to get the storage closet open, soon getting pushed inside by Jacket as faster than a lightning bolt. He quickly kicked the door closed, hearing the lock you had just picked click as the metal door slammed shut.

"That..." You breathed, your chest rising and falling harshly as you found yourself staring into the beady eyes of Jacket's mask. "That was close...huh?"

You attempted to push yourself up, only to realize that Jacket had both of your wrists pinned to the cold concrete floor. Letting out a quick chuckle as to try and make the situation a little less awkward, you attempted to get up once more.

"J-Jacket...? I think- I think we're safe now-" It only took a few seconds before you found both your mask and Jacket's thrown to the side, the lack of his mask now revealing his reddened face and almost feral expression. His eyes stared into yours with a feverish yet lucid glow, his face starting to inch closer and closer to yours. "Jacket what are you-"

You were cut off as he rammed his chapped lips against your own, his kiss animalistic and rough in nature. It was only after he pulled away when he realized what he did, his grip weakening and his eyes widening. Jacket was about to reach for his tape recorder, but you stopped him, your voice weak but words clear as day:

"K-keep going~"

Dozer

"Damn it, FALL BACK! NOW!" You could hear Captain Winters screaming the demand into the radio, causing you to nearly panic, more so that you already are. You knew the Payday gang would put up a fight, but if Captain Winters himself was telling units to fall back, then you know something was wrong. You glanced up at your fellow colleague, a Skulldozer that you were good friends with, who was just shooting down an unfortunately no longer fellow cop. You would be gloomy about the fact, but you had no time for that, as the two of you were on the fourth floor and in immediate danger.

You were just about to whisper to him about the Captain's demands, but when you felt a bullet just barely graze your armor, your attention was pulled away. You focused your gaze in front of you, now seeing one of the masked criminals with a submachine gun slowly approaching you. Your face paled upon the sight, now frantically looking for a way out. You caught a glance of what the Dozer was facing, and much to your dismay, you found that the both of you were being closed in on by two of the clown-faced criminals.

Squeezing your eyes shut and ready to accept your fate, you were pulled out of your trance of fear, as well as being pulled out of the hall the two of you were in and into a room. It was only a matter of seconds before you realized that the Skulldozer had pulled you into a room nearby, holding you closely by the waist as he looked around for a hiding spot.

Just as the door to the room was kicked open by one of the gang members, you two had just barely managed to squeeze yourselves into a closet, holding your breaths and praying that he would leave soon. Luckily, upon scanning the room, the criminal backed out of the place, giving you the opportunity to gasp for air.

"Oh thank god-" You managed to say inbetween gasps. You pulled the mask obscuring your face down, revealing your pink-tinted cheeks and slightly ajar mouth. "God- all this can really work up someone's heat, huh?"

"Hehe...yeah.." Dozer responded quietly to you, in which you found oddly concerning. It was clear how draining the situation was, but usually he'd have some sort of witty remark or joke to respond to you with, but he seemed a bit sluggish this time around.

"Hey...are you okay?" You hummed, reaching your gloved hand out to the Dozer. He seemed to back away just a little bit upon your approach, causing you to retract your hand instead. "Do you need be to get Winters to call an extraction team? I can-"

"I-it's really hot in here..." He whimpered out, his legs trembling within his heavy armor. You were about to ask if he needed any help taking his armor or anything off, but you were cut off by his voice as well as your flustered response to it: "Or maybe you're just heating up the room~?"

"I- y-you-" Your face was nearly as red as your uniform, your nervous stuttering eliciting a chuckle from the Dozer that was pressed up against you.

"Y'know..." Dozer hummed, flipping his face plate up so you could see his lustful expression through the glass of his helmet, his other hand pressed against the wall next to your head as he purred:

"Maybe we can have some fun while we're still here~"

[hunterwritesstuff]

Could I get a Yan sokol x masc reader who’s insecure headcanons if that’s okay!

Of course you can! :D

Sokol is a little confused!

He's very confident in himself, so your insecurity confuses him a bit.

He does his best to help you out, calling you masculine nicknames, assuring you you're good enough, things like that!

If he finds out you're feeling this way due to other people, heaven help those who instilled this feeling in you.

He will find them.

And he will make their lives a living Hell.

He makes sure to get rid of any insecurities you have as best he can!

He treats you like royalty as best he can! Only the best for the best, after all!

If you're uncomfortable with mirrors, he sees if he can remove all mirrors around the portions of the safehouse you go into!

He makes sure you feel comfortable and loved in any way needed!

hope you enjoy! :D

[thebadgerclan]

Genuine

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: For the first time, his feelings are genuine...

Everyone knew that Prince Nikolai was a flirt.  There wasn’t a woman at court he hadn’t kissed the hand of, hadn’t complimented their appearance or their gown, hadn’t made empty promises to.  So when you arrived at court, you knew to expect the Prince’s attention.  But you’d never seen the Prince before, so you were stunned to discover just how handsome he was.  When you entered the throne room, Nikolai’s gaze was immediately on you, watching as you walked gracefully and curtsied to his parents.

“Your Highness,” you greeted, curtsying deeply when the Prince approached you.  “It is an honor to make your acquaintance.”  Nikolai took your hand and pressed a kiss to it, looking at you through his lashes.  “I assure you, the honor is mine, Lady….?”  “Lady Y/N L/N, Baron L/N’s daughter.”  “Ahh, I see.  Your family oversees the Sokol River valley, do you not?”  You smiled, taking his offered arm and making a lap around the room.

“I would love to spend some more time there,” the Prince said, his hand resting on your arm where it was linked through his.  “I hear it is beautiful, but nowhere near as beautiful as you.”  You felt your cheeks heat, and you looked to the floor.  “You flatter me, Your Highness.”  “I do no such thing,” Nikolai said.  “I assure you, My Lady, I would need to do much more to flatter you.  Might I interest you in a walk around the grounds tomorrow afternoon?”

And that was how it started.  The Prince showed quite an interest in you, more so than he had any other lady of court.  That wasn’t to say his flirtatious and teasing nature had vanished, in fact, it had done the opposite.  Nikolai was constantly making teasing, flirtatious jokes that made you blush and avert your gaze.  The ladies who had been the object of the Prince’s interest before saw it immediately: he was interested in you.  Seriously interested; not as a fling, but as a true courtship.

Either the Prince had yet to realize his true feelings, or he was playing the long game, drawing you in before confessing.  But to you, it felt like he was playing with his food.  You’d fallen for him, and you couldn’t imagine Prince Nikolai feeling the same for you.  He was a prince, and you were the daughter of a lesser noble, barely a month into your life at court.  There was no way that Nikolai Lantsov held the same feelings for you that you held for him.

Which made his jokes and teases all the more unbearable.  When Nikolai would tell you that you were “more beautiful than any painting” when you toured the portrait gallery, when he would whisper in your ear how he wished he was anywhere else than at court, when he would kiss your hand, his lips lingering just a second too long, it made you want to cry.  It all came to a head on one of your walks around the gardens, the Prince’s arm in yours.

“This is my favorite place in the capital,” he said.  “It’s peaceful.  Quiet.  Beautiful.  I’ve had the privilege of traveling all over the world, but I’ve never seen anything quite like the Palace Gardens.  Well, perhaps–”  “Enough!” you said, pulling yourself away from the Prince.  “Enough.”  “Have I done something?” Nikolai asked, genuine concern on his face.  “Lady Y/N, I–”  “I can’t do this anymore, Nikolai,” you said, bringing your hands to your hair.  “I can’t keep being the butt of your jokes.”

The Prince stepped closer, and you stepped back.  “You flirt, you tease, you make me feel like we could have a chance when I know that can never happen.  So I can’t do this, Nikolai.  I can’t keep doing this to myself.”  You turned and began to walk away, but Nikolai grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to look at him.  “That has never been my intention,” he said.  “All I have ever wanted is to be with you, Y/N.  Because I feel the same as you do.”

You shook your head, and the Prince nodded.  “Yes, I do.  Y/N, I know I have a reputation, but I swear to you that these feelings are genuine.  I want to get to know you, Y/N, I want you to get to know me.  And maybe…maybe we could be something.”  You furrowed a brow.  “Something?  What do you mean by that, Your Highness?”  Your voice had taken on a teasing note, and Nikolai smiled.  “Something as in my intended, my fiance, my bride.  Whatever strikes your fancy.”

You smiled, and Nikolai took your hands in his.  “So?  What do you say?”  Your smile widened, and the Prince did the same.  “Well, I suppose you’re worth a shot.”  Nikolai pressed a kiss to your cheek, and you continued your walk, his arm around your shoulders rather than linked with yours.  No one was surprised when there was a royal engagement just three months later.

[horangislittletiger99]

Sokol would definitely treat you right

[mushroom-stand]

Bain kicking his legs and squealing after muting his mic

Okay hi again :D

- So can I get... Bain, Dallas and Sokol for this? If you cba to do all just do Bain lol

- So it's the Alesso heist and the gang are doing stealth (until loud (as per usual))

- The C4 bit actually gets noticed by reader, an independent heister, well-renowned for their high skill set

- And they just happen to be at the concert (they just like Alesso idk) and heard the explosion

- The gang (+ Bain) just see them at the doorway of the basement going 'Can y'all keep quiet?!? It's my ONE day off I swear to god...'

- The gang at first are like 'who is this random fearless civ' and are about to gun them down when Bain is like 'Guys, this is Reader, one of the most famous heisters of all time! Don't shoot them!!'

- And this is when Reader's like 'Wait... you're the Payday Gang right? What're you doing here?'

- Then after being explained as to what they're after, Reader's like 'Oh... well, I think I saw some cops arriving outside.. I'm sure you're capable of taking care of them! I'll leave you to do your business then.' then they just walk away with a wink

- Later on when things are getting tough, they actually decide to join in, claiming 'I might as well have fun doing something else.'

- So yeah they just join in mowing down cops

- At the end, the gang/Bain offer to give Reader some of the earnings but they just give a paper with their number, saying 'Ah, I'm good. Call me if you ever need an extra bit of help, this was real fun.'

Hell yes, I'd love to, This heist quickly became one of my favorites after I played it, so 100% will write this for you!

Bain, Dallas, and Sokol meeting an independant heister during the Alesso heist!

Author's note: Mild violence, mentions of explosions, fire, and reader being mildly sassy with the gang, a bit more cussing on my end, as normal, (H/N) means Heister name, the boys are huge fanboys of reader's work. have fun

Bain

The last thing Bain was expecting was a ballsy ass civ to show up, but the second he got a good look at you, he immediately stopped the gang from killing your ass

"Guys, stop, don't shoot them, that's (H/N). An independant hesiter widely regarded for having a high skill set"

The gang stopped and just stared for a few seconds, until you spoke up

"Wait, You guys are the payday gang right? damn didn't think you'd be here, nice to meet you guys" you smile and nod at the gang before returning to your spot in the crowd, like nothing happened, until things got dicey.

You were getting bored of the concert and decided to go and help out. The only way the gang even realized you had jumped in was when you saved Jimmy's dumbass after he was knocked out by a cloaker. Bain was super psyched to get to see you in action, He always thought you were so badass, but this was fucking awesome. By the time you and the gang got out and to the drop off zone, the whole gang had attempted to convince you to at least let them give you a bit of a compensation, but you denied every time

"Nah, I'm good guys, It was fun working with you though!" You quietly hand Dallas a piece of paper with your number scribbled down on it "Give that to your boss, Next time you want me to come join, just call me"

You chuckle softly and walk back to your car, waving softly, before just driving off like nothing happened. Bain was literally leaned way back in his chair, losing his shit mentally because holy shit you were so cool to him. When he finally spoke up, he literally had to forcefully keep himself from screaming

"Wow...Never thought I'd get to see (H/N) on the job, we're gonna have to ask them to join more often" and then he goes quiet again, because he's fucking screaming and had to cut his mic off to save himself from public embarrassment

Dallas

Dallas was not ready for hearing some random civ yell at them from the stairs to the basement

"GOD CAN YOU GUYS QUIET DOWN A BIT!? It's my only fucking day off jesus..."

If it hadn't been for Bain not only telling the guys who you were, but also reminding them of the no killing civ's rule, you would have been dead, but the second Dallas heard the name (H/N), He could have dropped dead, like holy shit you had just yelled at him, dude could barely focus the rest of the heist, and then, you looked at him for a second and smiles

"Woah! Wait are you guys the payday gang? It's cool to meet you all!" they smile and wave softly, happily walking back to their seat for the concert, and holy shit Dallas was internally screaming, he almost lost his mind.

Later you joined in, killing cops and security guards, helping them get the money, and getting out with them. Dallas spent so much time trying to convince you to take a cut of the money, but you always denied.

"No thank you, however..." You quickly scribble down your number and hand it to him "call me if you ever want me to join again!"

You walk off and get in your car, heading home, and meanwhile, Dallas was losing his shit internally

Sokol

Sokol had been having a blast on this heist, until he heard someone start sassing off

"Can you fuckers keep it down?? I'm trying to watch a concert up there!"

Sokol spun around and pointed his gun at you, ready to shoot you down until Bain stops him

"Wait, Sokol! Stop, that's not a civ, that's (H/N)! Their an Independent hesister"

Sokol had never lowered his gun faster, dude immediately apologized quietly, you stare at him and the group he's with for a second before you smile

"Wait, you guys are the payday gang right? that's super cool, well, I'm gonna go back and finish the concert, later!" you have happily as you walk off.

Later, you actually joined the group, helping them take down cops, the FBI, and even some special units, you guys all got out in one piece and Sokol was on the verge of squealing every time you pulled off something badass. he was super happy he got to meet you. After you guys got out together, he tried to convince you to take a cut of the pay, you denied every time, smiling softly and writing your number down on some paper, handing it to him

"I'm good! But don't hesitate to call me if you want me to join on another heist!" after smiling at him, you walk off, seemingly happy that you got to join in on a heist. Meanwhile, Sokol was having an internal party because he got your number.

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Get ready for really self indulgent sokol x jacket

if everything goes right it’ll be out saturday? There about at least (thats when my beta reader isnt busy)

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HI HI HIIIIII! ok so I saw requests were open and wanted to send in something that's been on my mind

So Bain, Houston, Sokol, and Dallas with a really quiet, shy, and sensitive S/O who dresses super cute??? Like cuz me, fem or GN, it's up to you

Byeeee ily/p your writing is amazing and it makes me feel fuzzy and happy

Shiiiii I got u Finn I got u

Bain, Houston, Sokol and Dallas with shy/cute/sensitive (fem) s/o

Bain

- Bro is in love

- Bro wants you 24/7

- You know how people have a comfort plushie that they hug?

- Yeah, you're his comfort plushie

- Your soft clothing is just an open invite to him

- Whenever he feels really stressed he'll either touch you (hugs, kisses, hand-holding) or just seeing your smile

- You can tell because you'll just be chilling at his when he just rests on you and hugs you from behind with a sigh/groan

- He really likes to just wrap his arms around your waist

- Your kisses are the equivalent of coffee for him

- He gets motivated and happy once you give him any sort of physical affection

- Actually scratch that, you could just say hi and he'd probably be happy with that

- Actually scratch that again, he just needs to see your cute little outfit and just

- UGHHHH he thinks you're so pretty fr

- I think since he's so used to violence, crimes and loneliness, having you as a girlfriend was a big change (/pos)

- At first he would be super awkward and wouldn't be clingy

- After a while, he definitely isn't scared to show his more affectionate side

- Why should he be scared to show how much he loves his pretty little girlfriend????

Houston

- Same with Bain, he just adores you so much

- He is constantly fighting the urge to pick you up by the waist and spin around and just hear you giggle

- It's a losing battle 😔🙏

- He will probably pick you up at least once a week

- He'll also keep a hand around your waist because your just,,,, so cute

- He's so happy to have such a cute girlfriend <333

- Will always brag about you

- 'Yeah, well is your girlfriend as cute as mines??? Oh, right... you don't have one.'

- In bed he will just constantly cling to you and compliment you

- Like you would be talking about cleaning a dead body and he'd be like 'You're so cute....'

- It may be more of a curse than a blessing if you're trying to be cool-

- Maybe gets a little jealous

- Okay maybe gets very jealous

- If anyone tries to flirt with you, he'll probably have to hold back on punching them straight up

Sokol

- Will buy you anything in the shops fr

- You don't even need to ask

- If you even look and smile at it, he will buy it

- Actually, you don't even need to be there

- He'll probably see something cute and just go 'My girlfriend would look so cute in this' and immediately buy it without asking you

- When you first started dating, he'd probably ask beforehand, but as time goes on he just buys it

- Every time he goes shopping, just expect him to come back with something for you

- 'I saw this and thought of you. It's cute, no? Like you, hehe-'

- Other than that, expect him to always have an arm around you or something

- If you're wearing a short skirt expect him to have a hand on your thigh

- (Not in a sexual way inherently)

- He likes showing people that your his cute girlfriend

- It fills him with pride :)

- Also it's so he can keep you safe

- He knows you can protect yourself in public (heister or not), but he just

- He can't help himself he just needs to protect

- Will glare at anyone who looks at you too long

Dallas

- Will constantly shower you with compliments :)

- They're always so genuine too ‼️‼️

- 'You're looking cute as always, (Y/n)."

- Whether you're wearing an elaborate outfit or a basic one, he'll still find a way to fluster you

- If you guys are in private, he'll probably just put his arms around you and hug from behind

- Probably bury his head in your neck and leave little kisses :>

- 'You're so pretty today....You always are, my love.'

- (Got me kicking my feet and giggling over this)

- If you can defend yourself really well he's even more in love fr

- His cute but feisty gf omg

- If you give him the puppy eyes he would probably do anything for you

- Will pick you up and swing you around if you like it

- If you do, expect him to do it whenever it's just you two

- If he isn't tired or anything, he'll probably pick you up and spin you around, calling you his wife or smth

- If he's losing motivation during a heist, he'll just think about you and your cute face

- He may or may not keep a photo of you in like, his pocket or something

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