#problematiqce

[ang3lmoans]

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The email didn’t look real at all.Jax had stared at it for a full ten minutes, until his laptop went dark. He had to move the cursor to bring it back to life. He sighed rereading the subject line like it might rearrange itself into something more believable: “Private Arrangement Inquiry – Discretion Required.” He almost deleted it. Almost. But his bank account sat at $14.62, his rent was two weeks late, and his summer job had fallen through. Which really meant he hated it and stopped showing up. So instead of hitting trash, he clicked. Now he was standing in the lobby of a building that didn’t even feel real.

Everything about it screamed money. The floors polished and marble that reflected light like glass. Quiet elevators that slid open without a sound, a receptionist who looked completely indifferent. Jax felt like he didn’t belong in any of it, which he didn’t. “Name?” the receptionist asked without looking up. “Jax,” he said, then stuttered. “Jax Tanner. I have an appointment with uh…” He swallowed. “Mr. Jiho.” Her eyes flicked up then, eyes sharp. She completely lifted her head then and tilted toward the hall t her right. “Second set of elevators. Thirty-second floor. Private office. You’ll be expected.” Jax bit the inside of his cheek to not fidget while he waited for the elevator, but his hands still curled and uncurled at his sides. This was completely insane. He was walking into the office of a multi-million dollar CEO because of an ad that had basically said: Pretend to be mine for the summer. I’ll take care of you. No details. No company name. Just a number and a signature.

His pulse was loud in his ears once he was inside of the elevator. At all moved too slow and too fast all at once. The thirty-second floor was quieter than previous floors, which made all of this even more terrifying. At the end of the hall, there was a door. No nameplate. Just a black door. He let out a sigh trying to still his shaking hand and knocked. Hearing a faint come in Jax entered.

[monsterboysrp]

@problematiqce // riley & star

College hadn't been the worst experience of Riley's life, not by a long shot; compared to growing up bouncing between orphanages and group homes, abusive house-fathers and foster parents who changed their minds when he got to be 'too much', college was actually a breeze. He got into a fraternity his first year, thanks to the baseball scholarship. He made friends easily, found a social circle where he could relax and actually start to feel comfortable just being himself. Date, when he found time between studying and practice, though in that he developed an early reputation as a bit exhausting to deal with. After all, he was a young Alpha in his prime, with virility to spare… not just anybody could handle him, though guys and girls alike took a 'swing' with the up-and-coming pitcher.

Star caught his eye their sophomore year; they had a psychology class together, and found common ground when sharing details about their pasts. At first it was just friendship, it was nice to hang out with a kindred spirit, but as one thing led to another, the relationship turned casually physical. Star was an omega, and a confidently self-assured one; Riley could satisfy instincts most other guys couldn't. They were careful, of course, but it wasn't uncommon for one to stay over at the other's overnight.

Graduation had come, and they'd sort of drifted their own separate ways; Star had postgrad work, while Riley got scouted for a local minor-league team, and it seemed they just wouldn't have time for each other anymore. But after meeting back up about a year after graduation, they realized the attraction was more than physical, more than pheremonal. Riley liked having Star around, who challenged him and pushed him to succeed. Their relationship picked right back up where they left off, meeting up for date nights that led to nights together at Riley's little apartment or Star's place. Then, Riley's team had had a winning streak, culminating in going straight to the Triple-A Championship, and he'd invited Star to tag along to watch the game and hang out in Las Vegas a little before they had to head home.

Riley hadn't expected their team to win, but he'd thrown the best game of his life -- a shutout, fifteen to nothing. He was riding high, the MVP, and he couldn't put that aside just because they had a nine-hour bus ride back home. He'd managed six and a half… and then he couldn't stand it anymore. Sitting in the back bench seat, his arm wrapped around Star's shoulders with a blanket around their bodies, he'd tipped his head to bring his lips close to his lover's ear.

"Baby," he whispered, taking Star's hand and moving it over his groin, showing the thick bulge of his erection through his sweatpants. "Everybody's asleep…"

[hxghlysuspect]

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why are we doing this? because we were ordered to. But why don't we just run? You know why. Its stupid. We could out run anything they send after us- Enough, Youngmin. Focus. I see movement. The silent chatter stopped when Kwangmin spots their target leaving the flower shop, both twins still as they tracked his movements. Neither of them understood the why of the mission, but they didn't 'need' the information.. os why would they be given it? The men who had made them the way they were weren't exactly int he business of answering to anyone but themselves.

But they'd been letting the twins out more... their perfect little killing machines. Right now their orders were watch, though... watch for what? To see if the male had other contacts? Neither twin was sure, but they reported the mans coming and goings and each customer that entered. It was annoying and Youngmin was starting to get antsy. Can I just kill him and get it over with? Not yet. Patience. I've been patient. I'm sick of being patient. Soon. You know they don't send us unless someone dies. Hmph.

Kwangmin lifts the binoculars to watch the other while Youngmin relayed the information to another agent, the soft sound of keys clacking the only sound between the pair from the empty building across from the florist.

[deliratio]

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“Thank you! Finally, someone who sees what I mean. Yeah, he definitely is obsessed. But I think it’s not because of my good looks, even though I couldn’t blame him, but I think he and my Dad had beef in the past.” Creighton rolled his eyes, rolled to the side, and rested his head against Jihyuk’s shoulder. Green eyes watched the other taking his phone. A soft smile stretched on his lips. “Fine, awesome. But for our second dinner date, it’s on me.” Creighton moved his leg just enough that he could wrap it around Jihyuk. “Hmm, let me think I’m not picky with food. Well, I’m not a fan of seafood. I recently developed an obsession with Indian food.  What is your favorite food, though?”

[sleepyokai]

a cult leader making a new purchase.

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As with all underground auctions, many buyers wished to inspect the latest merchandise. "The boy is pretty enough to look at, but how tight is his cunt?" Julius inquired, head tipping into the auctioneer's direction. It was an elderly gentleman who grinned with some missing front teeth as he gestured encouragingly for Julius to inspect further, including feeling the boy's cunt if necessary. "Yes, I shall have a feel for myself…" His voice rolled deeply, like subdued thunder--------------- the same type of warmly masculine tone that lulled his members into a sense of security and profound desire. Charming and intoxicating, as any proper religious leader should be. He shoved forward and began to trace a rugged hand along a little creamy thigh, then between the boy's legs. "And what name belongs to you, little one? Or have they left you nameless?"

[boysfromtheburbs]

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Another day, another night shaking his ass for singles. It could've been worse, Teddy thought, the strip club shifts were way more involved. Whenever he worked as a go-go boy at the local gay bar, all he had to do was stand on a box and generally show off the goods for the men below him. No, set routines or specialized dances. Unless, of course, he was being tipped well enough. As he gyrated his hips in the shortest of shorts, he spotted one man that wasn't quite like the others. He was...more reserved, buttoned up. Teddy couldn't quite tell if he'd been dragged there unwillingly or not. "Hey!" Teddy called, blowing a whistle to get his attention over the noise. He did always love a man in a suit. "Yeah, you! C'mere. I got a question!" Teddy crouched down to be somewhat closer to his eyeline. He smirked. "Don't come to these places often, huh?"

[hcttogo]

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“I’m not going to be able to hear anything for like a week,” Siwan groaned, definitely having done some damage to his hearing the previous night.

[dcevant]

"Think it's not going to let up anytime soon." Elio commented as he pressed his arms against his sides for warmth. The rain caught him by surprise as he was heading home, and without many options for shelter given the late hour, the demigod found himself a spot beneath a store awning. The man joined him not long after his arrival, as drenched as Elio himself, and although he'd kept quiet for a while, the silence was beginning to feel a bit heavy on him.

He could've lit himself a cigarette, but he wasn't that addicted to nicotine to be caught smoking in the cold, humid air. And then there was also his shelter companion, who could have been bothered by it. Therefore, no cigarette for Elio. Instead, he produced from his bag two lollipops, which he kept around for similar moments, or stressful situations when a cigarette was not an option. "Want some? One is green apple, the other is Cola." The godling offered, holding the lollipops between his fingers as if they were playing cards.