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krizariel · 1 year ago
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For whatever reason I keep going angsty routes…
(Jaytim engame with unrequited jaydick)
Jay who had a crush on Dick that went from admiration/jealousy to big ass crush that persisted even after he came back from the dead, guns blazing and angry. Once his anger and frustrations about Bruce settled down his crush for the first Robin remained strong even though Dickie just saw him as a little brother. Still, he knows he’d do anything for him. Anything to erase that sad frown on his face. Even go, apologize to the replace- ahem, Tim, try to make amendments and at least befriend him, keep an eye on him and help Dickie get closer to Tim again. Dickie feels guilty for taking Robin away from Tim but he did not have a better option, Damian needed him….problem is, Tim needed him too. He knows that now. He wants to fix it… but he doesn’t know how to get closer to Tim anymore, not with the animosity between Damian and Tim on the way.
So, seeing Dickie so heartbroken about how his relationship with Tim has deteriorated after he gave Robin to Damian, then the Bruce Quest and then Tim being mostly on his own base of operations, Jason offers to help. How? The hell if he knows he just knows he hates seeing Dick that way and the replacement needs to understand the demon brat needed guidance. He is an assassin yes but still a kid.
So, Jason, the good samaritan he is(?), walks in to make amends with Tim…he owed him that much to be fair, try to befriend him and find a way to make a bridge between Tim and Dickie. Problem is he made a few miscalculations: it was somehow easy to approach Tim, easy to get to know him if you actually tried (the man wasn’t hiding, no one cared nor took the time to look), easy to understand how unfair it all was for him as well, easy to fall for his little quirks, easy to realize how similar they were at the fundamental level.
Would’ve been nice if he realized Tim had a crush on him before he went and absolutely smashed Tim’s heart when he realized Jason had a crush on Dick and only approached Tim in the first place because he wanted to help Dickie get his other little brother back.
It would also have been nice if he realized earlier how hard he had fallen for Tim.
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shynetyme06 · 8 months ago
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A non-canon interaction between my au PJ and my friend @stars-and-wish-fulfillment’s child Ink variant named Sticker!
We were talking about their hypothetical meeting and I thought the idea of Sticker being impressed with PJ’s less appreciated ability would be cute ^^
Some others and even PJ herself puts too much pressure on herself to follow in Ink’s footsteps when it comes to magic, and her ink strings tend to give people the wrong ideas. (But the destructive capabilities these things have are nonexistent compared Error’s! she just uses them to be spiderjam dammit!!)
And lastly have a bonus, featuring a poorly drawn PJ and Sticker duo and an even worse looking Crescent:
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Og Pj is by 7goodangel
Og Ink by Comyet
Og Crescent by lunnar-chan
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hazyaltcare · 3 months ago
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An MKulia (Mary Kate "MK" (Total Drama) x Julia) aesthetic with themes of being a lesbian, Y2K, early 2000s high school and being a teenager in the early 2000s.
Mod Haze (⭐️Hailey)
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deadboystims · 7 months ago
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stimboard based off of @sigmxnd !! i added total drama stims, fursuit related stuff, white and green! not much explanation for these all just stuff that remind me of u & total drama ^_^
ᯓ★ x x x , x x x , x x x
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cuccioloragazzocharlie · 11 months ago
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Little! Cody mood/Stimboard <33
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w4nnab3be4utyqu33n · 7 days ago
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Soo, i while back i wore a form fitting black crop top when i was still fat around 5 or so months ago. Well today it's a non uniform day at my school and im wearing that same top but now i have skinny arms and a flat stomach!!! Can yall believe it?? Anyway thats my motivation to get even skinnier so that i can wear shorts too :)))
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td-rarepairs · 11 months ago
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If any of my mutuals follow this account uhhh don't look at me I'm obvious. BUT UEUEUUE me and Alejandro are the rarest pair someone hear me out !!!
Ok but actually Tom and Rock would be so cute I need them GONE. Fashion boyfriend and his loud but laid back boyfriend.
Their name would be Mod-Rocker. Cause mod fashion was huge in the rock scene in like the 60s
-🦇⭐
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thenothlng · 1 year ago
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you're so still! you look like you've seen a ghost, beatriz
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teafiend · 9 months ago
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A show I rewatched every decade or less for the main romance and relationship. I love, love Maggie Cheung Ho Yee and her character here (and her short hair was stunning), and while the stories could be much better, they were still okay. The show aged quite well. I learned a few useful things from this show.
The main pairing here is still one of the healthiest, most mature and egalitarian (modern) relationship I have had the pleasure to feast onscreen, and some of the tropes are my favourites too, e.g., the main male character feeding his lady love with his excellent cooking skills, relatively straightforward commmunication/confession etc. The visuals were gold too (though am/was not much of a fan of Gallen Lo, they made for a beautifully striking pair).
The main pair’s dynamics were made even better by their contrast with the somewhat - not particularly healthy and often annoying - ‘stereotypical het’ relationship of the second leads.
A favourite which stood the test of time.
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kisskissbanggang · 2 years ago
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Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 7 ✨🚀
[5.5k words, 20 min. read - Lee Know x Fem. Reader - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure - NSFW/Smut - Surprisingly Less Vanilla, Testing Alliances, Sabotage and Hijinks, Learning Motives, Minho is Wearing That Shirt with the Zipper™️, Solving Mysteries, Sleeping with the Enemy, Scifi Gun Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Handjobs, Mutual Bondage, Wall Sex, Always Check the Tags]
[Episodes on Fridays 7pm pst, Polling closes Saturdays 7pm pst]
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It was shortly after 3:00 AM when Jisung finally escaped the damn service access corridors.
And everyone was acting like it was your fault he got in there in the first place, but when Minho had started sabotaging the ship, your first suggestion had been simple and hours previously.
“Seriously? If we just ignore him he’ll stop.”
“Hell no!” Jisung had refused. “And just let him fuck with the ship until he gets bored? Over my dead body.”
By that point Jisung had already ditched the eye patch to get a better look in the corridors, despite you reminding him that Minho’s eyesight was doubly enhanced with both eyes having been serviced. And with how much he’d been switching between chasing Minho in the stale passageways, and working up a sweat dealing with most of the emergencies that the bounty threw at him, Jisung’s hair was starting to resemble Chan’s own frazzled curls. It didn't help that the temperature control seemed to be busted, too. 
And Chan, that dick, only agreed. Too much risk to let Minho have free reign until he got tired of it, supposedly. Having been shoved into the maintenance panels while Changbin and Felix worked on the continuously sabotaged engine and generator, Chan never got his shirt back on after your rendezvous that morning. Instead, he was only working in a pair of shorts along with his boots, a backwards ball cap being the only thing keeping sweat out of his eyes. Even you'd shed your hoodie and resorted to a snug pair of running shorts from your gym bag with a flimsy tank top. 
It was midnight when you finally, successfully suggested a trap. If someone lured Minho closer and locked off the access corridors, then you’d all be able to simply pluck him out and throw him back in the brig. The boys tiredly agreed and Jisung had jumped back into passage through the hatch in his room. You and Chan had bickered over whether you really heard the signal from Jisung, flipped the safety lockdown… and he was trapped, in between two segments with no hatch available. Chan had panicked, trying to manually override the lockdown when the ship lurched, the Ambler’s power being cut for a moment once again. The captain tried the override a second time. Nothing. No lights, no beeps, nothing. Now you had to wait for Changbin to finish his repairs to come take a look. 
The first hour was spent with Chan passive aggressively ribbing you for getting Jisung stuck in the ship. Meanwhile, you could hear Jisung doing the same from inside the walls. 
The second hour saw Jeongin sleepily bringing you both some coffee before taking over the watch shift. Jisung had already given up on being a menace, presumably deciding to try and conserve his energy in the airtight space. 
The third hour had Chan endlessly chatting you up while he attempted not to fall asleep. 
“You know for sure it’s a Clessorian ring?” Chan had drowsily asked. You were both sitting, slumped against the wall of the maintenance panel. He was messing with the long drawstring of your shorts.
“Sure,” you’d nodded. “Minho told me so.”
Chan exhaustedly reeled. “Lee knows?! Jesus christ.”
“What?!” you’d defended, agitated.
“Just,” Chan sighed deeply, “as your captain and potential friend, do not let Hyunjin or Seungmin know about it. They have the lightest fingers on the crew.”
You’d raised an eyebrow at him. “Potential friend?”
“Hell yeah,” Chan had exaggeratedly affirmed. “As long as you don’t try to get your way by fucking me ever again, we can be friends. I have half a mind to leave your ass on Phaborus just on principle.”
“Is that what that’s about?” You’d pinched the bridge of your nose. “I’m sorry. I was all worked up. I wanted to talk to you to see why you were deserting me in the first place. We just got… sidetracked.”
“I dunno. Worse places to be stranded than the Hatchery,” Chan flippantly shrugged.
“Oh?” you’d scoffed. “Like where?”
“The guys left without me at Gnullgard before,” Chan named as an example.
You’d sat up then, curious. “You’ve been to Gnullgard?”
There wasn’t much you knew about the rogue space colony. Honestly, not many people knew much of anything about it at all. 
“We didn’t mean to,” Chan had dismissed. “But we were running on fumes. I jumped out to see if we could do some trading while we fueled, and the guys were just gone. It was only an hour or so but that place is rough.”
The ship had lurched then, and the override finally did something. It returned an error signal, but that was better than nothing. Chan punched in the override again on the panel. You were both trying to stay upright but the balance of the ship had been knocked off center.
“It’s the 6-up panel by the knob!” Jisung had yelled out, likely seeing the small signal light pop on in the locked off corridor. “Then the maintenance passcode, and then spin the knob counterclockwise!”
“Counterclockwise,” Chan cursed under his breath, frantically pushing the passcode into the dial pad. The segment door between Jisung’s room and the galley had finally hissed open and you tumbled into the hatch to go check on him. Jisung slumped out, gasping deep. You got his arm around your shoulder and began to drag him out, thankfully tossing him into bed the best you could until the ship righted itself again.
It was after 3:00 AM.
“That sucked,” Jisung wheezed. “Fuck everyone, I’m going to sleep.”
“You did good,” you assured him. You were already trying to formulate a new plan when the ship rocked off balance again, sending you flying into the maintenance panel outside of Jisung’s room. Jisung flopped, boneless, onto the foot of his bed. 
Felix came blustering in, grime smudged into his temples and on his chin from wiping all the sweat off himself. “This shit is so stupid!” he complained. “Can someone please just go in there and drag that asshole out while Changbin tries to save the fucking ship?!”
He held out a blaster to you, and you firmly shook your head.
“Hell no!” you refused, much to Felix’s chagrin. “Jisung’s had one this whole time and the bounty hasn’t taken it, so why should we be armed if he isn’t?”
“Fine,” Felix rolled his eyes, “what about this?” He reached for his belt and grabbed a zap gun to push into your hands. You ogled the thing. These were more than familiar to you, but you never held one. 
Chan reappeared from the galley with two beers, trying to hype you up. “Yeah! That won’t kill him. It’s not even gonna hurt much. It’ll just sting, if anything.”
Felix nodded his agreement and scooted aside to let Chan into Jisung’s cabin.
“Bullshit!” Jisung refuted from out of sight, collapsed on his bed. “You two meatheads would say that. We’re not all military, we didn’t all go through weapons testing.”
“Fine,” you appeased Chan and Felix, taking the zap gun. You did agree, though. You’d taken enough zaps off these things to know they did not just sting. Felix gratefully ran off to continue helping Changbin. You turned so Jisung could hear you, too. “I probably won’t even need to use it. Let’s just finish this shit.”
With that, you clipped the modestly sized gun onto the waistband of your shorts and left Chan and Jisung to recoup. 
These idiots. If you just scoped out the available hiding spots on the ship to begin with like you’d suggested, you could’ve figured out a better trap by now. You checked closets and storage rooms on your way back to your cabin, and then decided to check the room besides yours. There were stacks of junk piled in front, likely from when Felix was clearing out your cabin, and for one second it looked like the hatch in the back was open.
You hopped up on tiptoe to see again. 
No, the hatch was closed. Spooky. 
You peeked into your own room to make sure it was empty, and then ventured out into the workshop to catch Hyunjin up in the loft, dozing under the open bay window. 
More hiding spaces were devoid of life when you made your way through the galley and up to the bridge. Made sense, you supposed. Minho would want more than one escape route if possible. You got up to the bridge and sat yourself at Jisung’s console. Jeongin was melted onto a couch in the back of the bridge, half-awake while on watch. You tried to remember how Jisung said to access the bunk under the console.
“I already checked there, Nova,” Seungmin chirped behind you from his office. 
You got up, your searching eyes leading your feet over. He offered you a sip of his coffee and you kindly refused. “And the old med office?” you asked, thumbing over your shoulder.
He nodded. “First place I checked. You should get some shut-eye; the bounty can’t stay awake forever.”
“Maybe if you help me look we can sleep more peacefully,” you teased him. 
“We?” Seungmin laughed. “Like in the same bed?”
“Whoa there,” you chuckled, “never said that. Unless.”
“Nope, no,” Seungmin shook his head with a grin, “you don’t want me to fall for you. I get jealous. Now shoo, before I trap you in here with me.”
You thanked him and turned to leave, but not without Seungmin cheekily stopping you to return the zap gun. How’d he do that? You puzzled over this as you walked back down to the galley.
A sharp gasp met you when you rounded out of the spiral staircase. Chan.
“This is going on far too long,” he nagged. 
“Well,” you retorted, squaring up with him, “if we just did what I said in the first place and devised a trap for him we would've had him by now!”
Chan reeled back. “Holy shit, still with the traps?!”
“I mean!” you defended. “You geniuses decided to just go blundering into the service corridors, and then we stopped for lunch, then the power went out for three hours, and then it was back into the stupid service access!”
The captain wheeled around, agitatedly walking away a couple steps before coming back. “Fine. You want to set a trap?”
“Yes, you dick!”
“Alright then!” 
Chan snapped a pair of cuffs on you before you even knew what was happening. To capitalize on your surprise, he promptly threw you over his shoulder and marched you back through the galley and into the workshop. You cursed and wriggled in his grip, even trying to unscrew his arm from its socket before he kicked in the door to your cabin. 
He unceremoniously dumped you in the bed and stooped down, hands perched on his knees to get a good look at you. “You want to set a trap so bad? Here’s your fucking trap, you stubborn bitch. You're such good friends, you’re the bait. You have your gun. I’m going to sleep. Lee better be back in the hold when I get up. Goodnight!”
You stared, mouth agape and pissed as hell while Chan simply walked out, locking the door behind him. It took you a solid second to collect yourself and run to the door, uselessly trying it even though you knew he beeped it closed with the electric key in his palm. There was no getting out this way. Maybe, you realized, if you made your way over to Jisung’s cabin again, you could wake him up and make him help you. 
Getting down to the hatch was a whole other task though, being an incredibly awkward task with your hands cuffed together. You attempted to get them open. How did Minho even do this? You impatiently gave up on the cuffs and fumbled the door of the hatch open, and then clumsily shambled inside. 
This early in the morning, it was still and quiet in the service corridor. It seemed that, for now, Seungmin was right and Minho had taken a break. A light in the hall caught your attention, though. There was a faint beam, small but unmistakably emanating from the room beside yours. Sure enough, the hatch was open. You peeked inside. Maybe the lamp turned on amongst all the power outages on board? You climbed up, taking a look from this new vantage point before turning off the lamp. 
Except you should've known better. Obviously, you should've known better. You jumped at the sound of the hatch closing behind you, and there was Minho. It felt like he was taller now. You gasped and tried to take a step back but he’d already pounced on you, lifting your cuffed wrists over your head and hanging them on the coat hook on the outside of the closet. 
“This is it?” he laughed. “This is your grand plan?”
You uselessly squirmed in the cuffs, up on your toes from your extended limbs. By now, after a long day of hijinks, Minho had shed a couple layers and was left with his shirt, trousers, and boots. He turned, possibly searching for somewhere to affectionately observe his prize, when you spied his own blacked out barcode on his neck. Even the outlaw had been a Marine? Seemed like half everyone was. Minho finally pulled over a box of junk and sat atop it, the chair at the desk currently penned in by a different stack. His knees brushed your legs while you tried to get the cuffs open. 
“Really thought we had something special, Nova,” Minho pouted with a chuckle. “What’s been keeping you? Still out philandering?”
“Me? Philandering?” you parroted with a tired giggle. “Says the one who practically ate Jisung alive. And he says you’re a huge womanizer, by the way. Pots and kettles.”
“What, you mean Momo?” Minho shrugged. “Poor girl has the wrong idea about us. I never told her to fall for me. I never told her to abandon her family and become a rebel.”
You rolled your eyes. “Great story. Unless you're lying.”
Minho eased back up onto his feet. “Why would I lie? I only have eyes for one woman anyway.”
His mischievous eyes lit up when he got his hands on your hips, ready to toy with you and tease you.
You shuddered, but still tried to keep your resolve. For some reason, Minho seemed more intimidating face to face. “Yeah?” you taunted. “Prove it, lover boy.”
“Can't,” Minho pretended to frown. “I’m too scared of your big, scary gun.”
“That’s not scary,” you refuted. “What’s scary is what’s in store for you in Victory Meridian.”
By now, Minho was pressed up, hip to hip with you where he had you strung up against the closet. His length was unmistakably growing harder against you. You tried to stay focused. 
“The only scary thing going on in Victory Meridian is my arrival there,” Minho assured you. His thumb reached up to stroke your cheek. 
“You’re out of the brig and you’re still going to Daedalus?” you shot back, trying to keep your composure. “You could steal me and we could run away, back to T’kaarm or wherever you want.”
“Sure, I want to go back to Daedalus,” nodded Minho. He was staring at your lips. “If I don’t, you’re not going to get a piece of this payout. Don’t you want it? I come with a pretty big price tag. It’d last you a long time.”
Damn it all, you were caught up staring at Minho, too. Only it was the goddamn zipper at the collar of his shirt. You were wondering if Jisung got to take a bite out of Minho, too…
When you finally got the fucking cuffs open. 
Everything happened far too fast. You collapsed off of the closet door and onto Minho, getting the jump on him. He tried grabbing your wrist, but you yanked it out of his grip. The cuffs landed on his chest in the scuffle. Thinking fast, you grabbed for them, but caught the zip on his collar in the process.
What happened next shouldn't have been surprising. 
There was the chain he was fiddling with… And the ring was at the end of it. 
You felt your eyes widen. Instantly, you drew the zap gun and pointed it under his chin, your other hand balled in his shirt. Minho cracked a pleased grin up at you. 
“I know you’re so scared of this,” you growled, “but I bet I can find a way to make it hurt. Now give me the ring back.”
Minho clucked his doubt at you. “Why should you get it? I've had it this whole time. I've done everything but tell you I have it!”
“It was too obvious!” you whined. 
“Too obvious means you get that out of the way first, Nova!” Minho blustered back. In your distraction, you’d somehow allowed him to steal the cuffs back and snap one side onto your wrist, handicapping the hand holding your gun. 
Minho tried to grab your other wrist so he could cuff it, too, but you dropped the gun. You wrestled on the floor for a minute, knees knocking and legs tangling before you were able to snatch the other cuff and secure it around his own wrist. Minho grunted and tried to override the cuffs, but you yanked back, falling back in a slouch against the closet door again and pulling him up between your legs. Your free hand fumbled for the zap gun and got it just in time to fire it, purposefully grazing his shoulder with the shot. 
Minho yowled, cursing as he clapped his cuffed hand to his shoulder. You pressed the barrel to his cheek. 
“Give me the ring, Minho,” you warned. 
“You got a hell of a lot of grit,” he observed. “I had Jisung sweating by now.”
“I’m sure you were pulling out all the stops,” you rolled your eyes. 
Minho didn't retort. Instead, he nosed aside the barrel of the zap gun, even teasing his lips around the end and flicking the metal with his tongue. You got distracted for a hot second before you jerked the gun away, aiming for his chest this time and pulling the trigger. He jumped at the sound, but was too pleased with himself when the weapon failed to fire. You hazarded a glance. The stupid thing hadn't charged another shot yet. 
“Even Jisung didn't pull a gun on me,” Minho teased, easily taking it from you and sending it clattering to the floor. 
“Yeah, well,” you huffed, “he had a blaster. He probably didn't want to blow a hole in the ship.”
“Well he sure blew something,” Minho devilishly grinned. “I like Jisung. He's cute. He’s spunky.”
“Then why are you giving me a hard time?” you razzed him. “Jisung is all alone in his cabin, and his pride’s all hurt. He’s even cuter now.”
“Like I said,” Minho shrugged. “He has spunk. You have grit. I think he has way too much skin in the game, but you? You're practically brand new.”
You took a second to try and snake a hand into Minho’s shirt while he was trying and mostly succeeding in keeping your attention. He took quick notice, however, and rolled you both over, but not without you getting a hand around the ring and yanking. 
The chain broke instantly, sending the ring skidding under the bed. Minho grabbed your other wrist, pinning both your hands over your head. “Fuck, you're cute,” he marveled. “Is that why you left T’kaarm? To join the big leagues?”
You squeezed your thighs around Minho’s hips, pleasantly surprising him before you used your grip to toss him off of you. The momentum of your joined wrists, however, sent you tumbling after him but you saved it. You were haphazardly straddling one of his legs where he was propped up against a pile of junk. “My leaving the Spaceport has nothing to do with my line of work,” you clarified. “I'd really just prefer to start over new. But you're making it really difficult to do that if you're not going to give me the ring.”
You managed to grab the gun again but it was a second too late. A curse squeaked out of you when Minho easily got up onto his feet, dragging you along until he could all too simply herd you back against the closet door and hang your conjoined wrists on the coat hook again. Right back to square one, except now Minho had one hand occupied. 
“What’ll you give me for it, rookie?” he softly asked, the lilt in his voice darkly smooth like honey. 
You really needed to stay focused here. It was quickly becoming apparent that Minho had plenty of skills that likely contributed to his reputation. You edged the zap gun in between where your hips met. This time, a faint whirring when you clicked the safety switch to Prime let you know it successfully charged. 
Minho's eyes darted down to where the barrel of the gun rubbed up against his dick. His free hand was pushed flat against your hip, trying to create distance. 
“Fuck, you’re cute,” you sweetly mocked. “How about instead of me giving you something, I let you keep that big price tag you come with.”
“You’re making it real hard to stay on track here, Nova,” Minho warned. He licked his lips, like his mouth had gone dry. Overhead, your fingers kept brushing against his where you were cuffed together. 
“You’ll probably be super happy to hear you’re having the same effect,” you shot back. It was awkward to handle the zap gun with your non-dominant hand. 
Minho was staring at your lips, his eyelids heavy while he absently nodded. “So we agree.”
The tension was plush, hot between you. “Looks like it,” you nodded back. “We should just take care of it before it clouds our judgment too much.”
“Thank god,” Minho roughly exhaled. “I thought you were going to make me ask for it.”
There was no time for second thoughts. Minho leaned closer immediately, your lips crashing together for a heated kiss. His free hand grabbed into your waist, clutching you closer when your exploring tongues searched each other. It wasn’t long before he was toying with the waistband of your shorts. 
“Need me to slow down?” he asked, lips tickling the shell of your ear. 
You could feel him smile when you shook your head. “No, hurry up.”
Your continued grip on the zap gun may have been to simply keep hold of anything while you felt Minho’s slender fingers gently slip inside you. He groaned softly at the feel of your wetness enveloping him. For some reason, you were apprehensive to touch him in return. Was Minho actually making you a bit bashful?
Minho seemed to catch on to this. His nose nudged your own to look at him again. “Touch me, Nova, please,” he sweetly urged. “You have no idea how bad I need it.”
Trying to keep your wits about you, you instead massaged the barrel of the zap gun into his length. Minho buckled at the knees with a rough moan. However, he only got needier. The rogue caught your lips against his again, and his ravenous tongue attempted to mask his gasps, sounding more and more like whimpers. Each one got you wetter and wetter, you could tell just by how Minho’s fingers felt inside you. And while you tried to talk yourself up to finally giving in and touching him, he seemed to sense your need for a push. He suddenly withdrew his fingers from your heat, instead settling to rub you between your legs.
“Please, Nova,” he croaked. “Touch me or you’re cumming like this.”
That did it. You dropped the zap gun in a heartbeat and instantly fumbled with Minho’s belt, a little difficult to do with only your other hand. Overhead, Minho was gripping onto your wrist for support while he touched you again.
His rigid member was pulsing hot in your hand and he shivered, groaning against your mouth while you stroked him. He was practically thrusting into your hand, spreading the precum that had beaded on the head along his length. It was your turn to nudge his attention toward you again, tempting his tongue to play with yours again while he was panting and groaning under your touch.
“Come on, Minho,” you pleaded, “I’m soaked, you’re hard, how long until you fuck me?”
“Just a little bit more,” he whined. He choked out a curse when you stroked him harder, using the motion to pull him closer. “Or that’s good, too,” he relented. His fingers pulled out of your heat again, but now he was pulling the crotch of your shorts aside and grabbing your leg up against him. The velvety smooth head of his cock edged up against your entrance and he leaned back an inch, almost as if he wanted to see you take him inside you. 
Your head pressed back into the closet door, your back arching your chest out against him when you felt Minho slide into you. The both of you groaned in unison.
“Oh, fuck,” you whined, loving how it felt when he settled inside you.
“More,” Minho urged, “I know you can take it deeper.”
You almost questioned this before Minho’s hand scooped under your ass to pick you up against him, his hips pinning you to the door and falling deeper into you, just like he said. You cried out at the immediate headrush. Minho’s eyes rolled back from the feel of your soaked pussy holding him so deep.
“So tight like this,” he praised. “Now hold on to me while I fuck you.”
You did as you were told, not out of obedience but out of necessity, wrapping your free arm around Minho’s shoulders so you were more steady. This was a great vantage point to keep aiming little taunts and praises and moans straight into his ear, begging and begging him to pound you harder, deeper. To keep you both secure in this position, he was pretty much grinding deep into you. His length was reaching just enough into your spot that you were seeing stars.
It felt like Minho fucked you for hours but you knew your mind was only clouded by how relieving this was. Your fling with Jisung had felt more calculated, and Chan’s came with so much baggage, but Minho? It felt like you two were just doing each other a huge favor. It didn’t help that he was handsome, and you had some sort of rapport going on, but more than anything it felt good to simply indulge for a second, even if you had to end up handcuffed together to do it–
Oh, god.
While your mind clouded and condensed into white noise, you’d gotten closer to climax. You clutched harder onto Minho, raking your fingers into his hair.
“Don’t stop,” you demanded, “you’re going to get me there!”
“Oh yeah?” Minho teased, clearly proud of himself. Maybe he needed this just as much. “Are you going to cum on my cock?”
“Yes, yes,” you miserably nodded, fighting the fast-approaching peak as much as you could.
“Good,” assured Minho, his hold death-gripping you against him. “I’m going to get there, too – oh, oh fuck–”
You cried out at the same time Minho threw his head back with a thick groan, your highs hitting at the same time. Your walls contracted and spasmed around his pulsating length, milking him of every damn drop he had to give. 
By the time you were done, you were both trembling in the aftermath of your shared orgasm. You stayed like that, holding each other for a minute. His breath was comforting against you. In your fervor, you’d pulled the back of his shirt collar down, and you blithely observed another tattoo, lower under his own blacked out barcode, on his spine. A medic crest. Huh.
Minho gently pulled out of you and let your legs down before he extended his cuffed hand up, unhooking you both from the closet door. He took his time letting your muscles stretch back to normal.
“I like you, you know,” he nonchalantly mentioned. “But you have a lot to learn. It was too obvious that I had the ring? What does that even mean?!”
You gawped at him, yanking your linked wrists just so you could shove him. He grabbed at your arm in return.
“Oh yeah?” you challenged, pestering him by pinching at his shirt. “You would just go after a guy that was being as reckless as you were? It’s almost like–”
Your finger caught the ring of his shirt’s zipper, pulling down. Yet another mark was revealed, this time on his right pectoral. Angry, dark brown and scarred, like his skin had actually been fired. 
Gnullgard. 
You’d never seen the crest in person. Only in news reports or spray painted in alleys.
Your grin dropped. Minho waited expectantly, well aware of what you caught sight of by now.
“It’s almost like you wanted to get caught,” you finished, your mind catching up to you. “You’re not just a rebel, you didn’t just desert the Federation. You defected… You want to be taken back to Daedalus, don’t you. When you said it’s going to get messy in Victory Meridian… it’s because you have something planned.”
Your hand was pulled away for Minho to sarcastically clap and throw his hands in the air. “Yes! You finally figured it out!”
“But why?” you asked, your hand limp in the cuff being jerked around.
“Do you know how hard it is to just go to Victory Meridian?!” Minho ranted. “And if you actually want to take care of something? Impossible. And even if you figure something out, it’s still hard as hell to do it alone! So I’ve been waiting for you all day, to see if you’d finally figure out that I have your goddamn ring so you’d come confront me and prove you’d make a decent wingman.”
Minho stared at you, with the gall to look frustrated with you.
You stared back. “Well clearly I failed! So what now, genius?”
The outlaw hardened his jaw. “Clearly, I can work with that. I meant what I said. You're a rookie and you have a lot to learn – and I can teach you.”
You closed your mouth, catching it still hanging open. Minho held your gaze while he manually overrode the cuffs. He turned and stooped down to grab the Clessorian ring from where it had skidded under the bed before he set it back in your hand. Finally, he snapped the cuffs back on his own wrists. 
Your eyes darted between the ring, the cuffs, and his hard glare. The ore shined like a marbled sky in the sparse light. “What’re you doing?”
Minho shrugged. “I never wanted to keep the ring. Like I said, I only wanted to see if you'd figure it out and come get it back. It didn't work out like I planned, but I still like what I saw.”
“I meant with the cuffs,” you clarified, still processing all this information. 
“Oh,” Minho realized. He kicked open the hatch and ducked down, sitting on the lip of it. ���I’m heading back down to the brig. I at least want to make it to Phaborus. Can't risk the crew getting so fed up that they eject me instead.”
Minho laughed but it didn't quite seem like he was joking. You stooped down beside him, following him inside and down to your cabin. Your eyes met when you reached your hatch. 
“How about a deal,” Minho offered. “Where you stop, I’ll stop. If you get dumped at the Hatchery or Sentury or whatever, I’ll detour with you if you’ll come with me to Victory Meridian.”
You thought about this. “Only me?”
“Only you,” Minho nodded. “I can't risk recruiting the crew; I don't trust them.”
“And if I don’t?”
“What, like if you decide to be a good crewmate and sell me out? That’s allowed, too. You can just say no. You can just tell me goodnight, Minho and I’ll drop it.”
“That’s it?” you asked, your voices hushed in the more open service corridors. 
“I mean, I’ll stop trusting you, that’s all.”
Minho expectantly waited for an answer. You briefly thought it through. Whatever unfinished business Minho had in Victory Meridian sounded dangerous, maybe even deadly. The crew deserved to know what they were walking into, right? But, you gravely realized, if you lost Minho’s trust you'd lose all chances of being kept in the loop, and that’d be dangerous, too. It wasn't like he’d be so reckless so as to not make it back to Daedalus. That was for sure. You could say yes, knowing fully well you could bail on him later if it became too much. Or, like he said, you could simply tell him goodnight and leave it all alone.
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f0rev3rdrawings · 2 years ago
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Just some mal and scary girl hc and drawings.
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Alright so about those scars I got inspo from @thebearme on tumblr and a fanfic called “navigating the system” anyway my hc is mikes parents were shit and mal took all the abuse. Mike and the others now live with their aunt. (She’s awesome.)
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DreamWorks’ “The Prince of Egypt” December 18, 1998.
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lesbiangummybearmafia · 1 year ago
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hazyaltcare · 11 months ago
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A moodboard for a Dawn (Total Drama) with themes of trying to fix Scott, hope, shattered glass, and being in a loop of bad decisions.
Mod Haze (⭐️Hailey & 🧨Tate)
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cuccioloragazzocharlie · 11 months ago
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w4nnab3be4utyqu33n · 14 days ago
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Random observation but I've noticed that in all the groups i hang around and all the girls i talk to im actually typically one of if not the skinniest of them all. And im not talking about any like trio or anything naw im taking like 6+ ppl and out of all of them im the tiniest. Wtf im slaying for once
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