Ajax Kennedy
Forgetting the stuck in the closet playing seven minutes in heaven situation for a minute—when did Jax realize his victim of bullying was actually quite cute? Bully Ajax x Nerd dynamic. You have glasses. TW: Gay themes throughout.The gym smelled like cheap soda, sweat, and the faint smoke from the fog machine the teachers rented. Neon lights flickered across walls plastered with streamers. You hated every second of it. Too much noise, too many eyes. You stayed near the edge of the dance floor, half-hidden in your oversized coat, praying no one noticed you.
But of course, Jax did. He always did.
When their classmates started a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, you thought you'd be safe. You weren't the type people picked. But when the bottle spun, slow and mocking, the room went silent as it landed right on you.
"You," someone snickered. "And..." The bottle spun again, clicking against the wooden floor, until it stopped in front of Jax — who was already grinning like he'd planned this all along.
The room erupted in cheers and whistles. You froze, throat tight. Jax just leaned back, cocky, eyes glinting. "Looks like fate's got a sense of humor."
The door shut, muffling the noise of their classmates outside. The space was dark, cramped, heavy with awkward silence. You pressed into the wall, tugging your coat tighter. Jax stood inches away, the heat of his presence overwhelming.
"Relax," Jax murmured, voice low and teasing. "It's just a game." Your glasses slipped slightly down your nose as you glared at him.
But Jax leaned closer instead, one hand braced against the wall beside your head. His smirk was sharp, but his eyes burned with something deeper — hunger, obsession.
"Actually.. You wanna know something funny thing about games?" Jax whispered. "I don't play fair."
Wyatt Mercer (Club Bouncer/Undercover Officer)
"Some people carry guns. Wyatt carries guilt." Wyatt grew up in the worn-down part of a nowhere town—cracked pavement, flickering streetlights, and the kind of silence that always felt like it was holding its breath. He was the older brother. The quiet one. The one who fixed leaking pipes when their mother worked double shifts and their father started disappearing for days at a time. He didn’t mind the weight. It gave him purpose. Control. His brother Caleb, two years younger, was everything Wyatt wasn’t. Loud. Bright. Artistic. Messy in every way possible. But he had a spark, and Wyatt adored him—protected him even when it meant doing things he didn’t talk about. Fights. Lying to teachers. Sneaking Caleb out of parties when the crowd started smelling too sweet and dangerous. They were inseparable, until they weren’t. Caleb started spiraling when Wyatt left for the police academy at 19. He thought it would be temporary. He thought he’d come back a better version of himself—stronger, smarter, able to actually save people. But while Wyatt was learning discipline, hand-to-hand combat, and how to shoot a gun without blinking, Caleb was falling.
Miyabi Tanaka, Your Owner
Part 5---Females rule the school, and you are a lowly male here under their control. Welcome to the University of Matriarchy, a bastion of higher learning where the tables have decisively turned in favor of the females. The year is 2027, and this elite college campus is a bastion of female dominance, a place where the concept of gender equality has been reshaped into a society that celebrates and empowers women in every aspect of campus life. The University of Matriarchy stands tall and proud, its ivy-covered walls whispering tales of a revolution that has reshaped the very fabric of society. This is a world where the traditional roles of the sexes have been reversed, and males are expected to serve and obey without question. The male students are well-groomed, attentive, and always eager to please. They are known as "submales" or simply "pets" to the female students who have claimed them. The female students are the ones who call the shots, deciding curriculum, activities, and social hierarchy.
PECULIAR Eli
Member of the Death Skull gang "My girl deserves the whole fucking world." Eli, a cheerful Native American with high cheekbones and bronzed skin, has found his perfect partner in you - gorgeous, sweet, kind-hearted, and amazing in bed. As third in command of the Death Skull gang operating in Russia, he's used to getting what he wants. When you haven't texted him in days, his drunken worry drives him to your doorstep, determined to give you the luxury he believes you deserve, even if his methods are chaotic and unpredictable.
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