#so thank GOD he was there to just give me the answer

[oreo-creampies]

“𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧’ 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: spanking, pain kink, pussy slapping, caught, hints of jealous!reader, fingering, belt used to choke you, face spitting, hints at a quickie outside/outdoor sex, bondage with a tie/light choking with said tie, pussy inspection, praise/degradation, teasing/begging, daddy(Toji, Kento & Suguru’s)/sir(sukuna’s)/lil mama(suguru’s)/brat, edging/ruined orgasms, choking, pussy inspection, oral (receiving), hints of cock warming, grinding your cunt on suguru’s fat cock, suguru plays with your nipple, biting, mating press, prone bone, vibrator/vibrator goes up your ass

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜ sukuna 🙏🏻

Fey: maybe she shouldn’t have flirted with your man (Sukuna) / @maxellera remember how we were talking about Toji getting annoying when you ignore him after a fight well, why not purposely dress up for him to add the cherry on top

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

“It’s been all fuckin day! First that damn skimpy maid outfit, and tonight you’re walking around in this?” He grabs a handful of your sheer nightgown ripping it off your body and dropping it. Pushing two thick fingers into your soaking wet cunt with a loud squelch.

His thick rings rubbing your lips, “You’re are such a fuckin’ tease dumb lil slut!.” Your grasp on the edge of his desk tightens as your toes curl into the carpet.

His fingers feel too good stroking your soft soaking wet cunt. Clenching his fingers and crying when he smacks your ass. The sharp stinging on your sorry cheeks feels too good.

Whining, “Thank you for spanking me sir!” Pulling his fingers out and slapping your cunt until your thighs are trembling. His desk keeping you from running.

Your cunt is throbbing with a sharp sting. “I just wanted to check on you sir before turning in! See if you needed anything from me.” Sukuna’s assistant walks in and Sukuna yanks your head back by your hair.

He nudges your lips apart pushing three fingers in knuckle deep whilst ordering, “Tell her I’m busy.” There is a small satisfaction when you realize it’s the assistant who was flirting with him earlier.

Pumping his fingers faster making it hard to talk without moaning. “He-he’s busssy nnn fuck he feels so good. He’ll call for you after he cums in me!” Sukuna let’s your hair go, squeezing your throat whilst pumping his thick fingers faster.

Your soaking wet cunt’s squelches are getting louder than your moans. His fingers are magic in your cunt fucking you closer towards cumming.

Sukuna snaps, “Leave, you’re ruining the moment, looking at you is making my cock soft.” The assistant quickly scurries off and Sukuna glides his fingers out of your sloppy cunt.

Letting you go to rid himself of his clothes, looping his belt around your throat. He keeps it loose whilst asking, “What makes you thinking I’m gonna cum in you instead of on you?” Gliding his fat cock head between your lips.

You’re quick to answer, “Nothing sir! I wanted to make her jealous I know she wants to be in my place. I’m a jealous slut!” Tightening the belt around your neck, he yanks you back onto his cock by your throat. Filling your soft tight cunt up with his fat heavy cock.

Sukuna croons, “Aw you want my fat cock all to yourself?” You’re clawing at his desk whilst taking his punishing thrusts. Sukuna’s fat veiny cock is hitting too deep. His hips snapping against your ass with loud smacks.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

All Satoru can think about is how he can see your wet, pretty cunt underneath your skirt. There is a tight throbbing in his cock and his balls ache. He can't think straight.

Pinning you to a tree, “I can’t do this anymore you win.” Satoru’s cheeks flush pink, “You fucking win god fucking damn you’re such a fuckin’ tease I love it.” Slipping his hand underneath your skirt, you grab his wrist to stop him.

Looking up at him smiling, “Say that again first!” He unzips his pants and pushes them down letting his pretty cock stick out.

He steps back giving, stroking his cock in front of you whilst smirking, “You win! N’ you’re reward is cumming on my wonderful cock.” Letting his cock go, it sticks out straight, softly bobbing as he slips his clothes off.

He’s beautiful, soft white hair catching the sunlight. Sliding his fingers through his hair. You can't see his eyes but you know he’s staring down at you. “This will have to be quick but tonight you’re coming to mine, I'm tying you up and taking my time with every fuckable hole.”

Reaching for your skirt Satoru protests, “Don’t, I want to fuck you in your skirt.” Pushing you against the tree, unbuttoning your shirt pushing it open and tugging it off you.

“Since I'm the one who won shouldn't I be making the calls.” You’re folding for him so easily despite this. Keeping your skirt on and sliding your hands down his chest. You’ve been wanting to feel him up since he lifted his arms to stretch and his shirt lifted to show his silver happy trail and a strip of skin.

Satoru croons, “This bra and your wet cunt has me thinking I'm the real winner, so really it's debatable.” Snapping the bra’s strap against your shoulder, then raising your arms tugging the bra up t bind your wrist with it.

You lift up one leg wrapping it around Satoru’s waist. He grabs his cock rubbing his warm head between your lips. “I thought you didn't like debating.” Pulling him closer with your leg around his waist, moaning as he cock glides into you.

He smirks, “That’s why I'm not debating I'm telling you, I win.” Pinning your other thigh by your side he groans, “I’m the one getting to fuck you, you’re so wet n tight for me.”

Satoru fucks you harder, loudly groaning, “Fuuuuck! Squeeze my cock with your wet cunt! I definitely win! Look at me, you’re so beautiful when you cum i want to see your face.” Holding your wrist above your head and squeezing your thigh.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Toji lets you get a few gasp of air before he’s squeezing your throat again. “Nah you wanted to ignore me so you get to be quiet n take this fat cock. Stupid slut beggin' me to help you cum after ignoring me for an hour over a dumb ass fight.”

Using his heavy weight to press you into the mattress whilst you’re on your side. One leg bent the other straight between his legs. Toji grunts, “You’re such a fuckin tease putting on lingerie when you’re mad at me. It makes it so hard to argue with you when all the blood is rushing to my fat cock.”

Rutting his hips faster as your sqlueching cunt clenched and quivers around his fat, veiny fat. He smirks and croons, “Awe my stupid brat is about to cum!” Pulling out and smacking your cunt, replacing the tingling pleasure with a sharp pain.

Writhing underneath Toji he sits on your leg partly pinning you making it hard to avoid his punishing smacks. “Poor lil slut does it hurt? Is your poor little cunt throbbing?” Letting your throat go he grabs a toy turns it on its highest setting then presses it to your sensitive clit.

Pleading with Toji, “I’m sorry I won't do it again! Please lemme cum!” Your throat is sore from Toji’s firm grasp yet you can't stop begging. “Wanna cum! I'm sorry! I wanna cum on your cock! It feels so good!”

Swirling the toy on your clit, thrusting his fat cock into your tight, sloppy wet cunt. Toji groans, “That’s bullshit! You’re a brat n ya like gettin’ your attitude fucked outta ya too much.”

Clenching his fat cock, moaning, “Please please please please please! I'm a bratty slut for your cock daddy please! I'll be good after this!” You’re so pent up after several ruined orgasms your getting so close to cumming too quickly.

He grunts, “I know you will be, I'm gonna make sure you’re be too exhuasted to be a brat.” Pulling out taking the toy away at the last second, slapping his heavy cock on your lips. He rubs it in your face, “That was so close, you almost came there!”

Pushing the small vibrator into your sensitive cunt. Clenching the toy pushing it out onto his palm. Toji smacks your ass the shoves the wet toy into your other hole. Leaving the string with its heart shaped button sticking out.

You can feel the strong vibrations in you cunt from your ass. “Keep on begging n’ trying to convince me to let you cum.” He rolls you fully onto your stomach, grabbing your hair, gliding his cock in with a quick thrust.

Toji leans over you, his heavy weight pinning you into the bed as he fucks you prone bone. Groaning in your ear, “If you stop begging I'm pulling out, then we can find out if you’re worked up enough will you cum from a vibraotor in your ass. Or if you still need my cock in your sloppy wet cunt.”

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Suguru is fighting for his life with how your shifting on his lap, rubbing his throbbing cock against your clothed cunt. You’re soaking through your underwear yet your attention remains on stardew valley.

Controller in hand you running towards your farmer’s house before running out of energy and passing out in the yard. “Aw damn I didn't get out the mine fast enough.” Leaning down Suguru kisses along your neck, biting softly when you falter.

He suggests, “You should carry some coffee around.” Slipping his hand underneath your shirt, sliding his large hands up your sides. It’s was already difficult to to focus with his hard cock and now he’s softly rubbing your nipples.

Moaning, “I should, nnn Daddy! You’re such a fuckin’ tease! You haven't been able to keep your hands to yourself all day.” Setting the control down on his bed. “My cunt is still sore from the last round.” After three hours you could still feel his fat cock in you.

He softly gasps, “I’m a tease?” You can hear the cocky smile in his voice. “Lil mama you’re the one making my cock hard squirming in my lap. If I didn't know better I say you’re grinding your cunt on my cock on purpose.” Holding up his fat cock, Suguru is long enough he covers your wet cunt.

You lean back against Suguru, grinding your hips sliding your sloppy wet cunt on his fat, veiny cock. Moaning as his head rub your sensitive clit. Slipping your fingers into his dark hair knocking his messy bun loose.

Rocking your hips faster, rubbing your clit below his cockhead. “It feels too good not to! I've been horny all day and your fat cock is so thick and long it hangs past your balls. N’ you’ve been groping me since before you opened your eyes thus morning.” Dipping his head to bite your neck.

Whining, “It’s all your fault!” Looking up at Suguru’s beautiful face when he sits up. The angle reminds you how much taller Suguru is.“I love how big you are, your cock, your muscules, your height, I get wet just being near you.”

He gloats, “That sounds like a you problem, but I'll help you just daddy what you need lil’ mama.”

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Kissing your forehead then ordering, “Bend over for me so I can see if you’ve touched yourself in the past ten minutes.” Undoing his tie, it's errotic watching his thick fingers tug on the tie’s kno. You want his thick fingers in your wet cunt getting you ready to take his fat cock.

Bending over for Kento “How can you?” Kento wraps his tie around your throat then tugs your wrists behind you back to bind together. If you tug your wrist or hang your head you’re choking yourself.

He pushes the sheer skirt of your babydoll lingerie. Slowly dragging his finger over your clothed cunt. “By inspecting your beautiful cunt, don’t tell me you think I can’t tell what she looks like after you cummed.” You fight the urge to squirm as he pulls your underwear aside spreading your soft lips apart with two fingers.

He kneels behind you putting his handsome face close to your wet cunt. “Stunning.” Kissing your soft lips then slowly thrusting a thick finger in. Watching your small hole stretch to take his thick

Kento slowly thrust a thick finger in eliciting a soft moan from you. Pumping his finger slowly, he’s taking his time feeling your soft cunt and your frustration bubbles over. “I’ve been good all day! Please you’re such a fuckin’ tease with all those pictures of your cock and that video of you cumming in your hand, please daddy I've been trying so hard to be good!”.

Slapping your cunt, biteing your ass and squeezing a handful of your other cheek. When he slaps your cunt again you can his wedding ring hitting your lips. “You were good, but I can't let get away with slipping up just now. I know you’re frustrated but that no reason to give me any attitude.”

Pleading with Kento, “I’m sorry! It won't happen again!”

He warns, “If it does I'll edge you until you cry.” Kissing your sore cunt, nudging his tongue past your lips. The position makes it easy to sit on Kento’s handsome face. His soft tongue feels so good rubbing your sore cunt, easing the stinging.

“Please let me cum! I'm so sorry daddy! I shouldn't have given you any attitude please take care of my cunt!” Pulling his tongue out Kento stands up and you can hear him undo his belt.

He tugs on the taunt tie between your shoulder blades pulling you upright. Kissing the top of your head, he slides his large hand up your side. “I know you’re sorry which is why you’re going to good for me and keep my cock warm and wet whilst I finish a glass of 1792 whiskey.”

Oreo’s m.list

[yenhan]

"Accidental pregnancy scare"

Thoughts on TF141 & International student neighbor ft. Alejandro and Rudy

Part One - Masterlist

You knew you’d messed up the second Rudy dropped his drink.

He was laughing at first. He was. That man had a distinctive laugh, and he definitely fit his newest job as a self-defence instructor for kids. He just gave the impression to be that good with children. Alejandro, on the other hand, had his eyebrows so high up that they were about to vacate his forehead entirely.

Knowing they spoke Spanish, you took it as a chance to dust the drawer in which the 'one month exchange in Spain' had been abandoned. You finished telling them a story; being flustered after an evil seagull stole your sandwich at the beach. "Me sentí tan embarazada," you said at length.

Except, you just made a terrible mistake. A little mix-up between languages. Who could blame you? Your brain switched languages every two seconds! Embarazada, imbarazzata, embarassed... Why did they sound so similar? Was it really your fault if 'embarazada' meant 'pregnant'?

Which you were not. Not even remotely.

You coughed. Alejandro grinned like Christmas had come early.

“¿Embarazada?” Rudy repeated slowly. “You’re pregnant?”

Your heart dropped into your socks, under your shoes, under the pavement of the flat. “No! That’s not what I meant! I’m not—" You covered your face.

Too late.

The colonel, bless him, was already turned toward the lads, aware he was about to deliver a bombshell of gossip. “Did you know your little neighbor is pregnant?”

“Wot?!” Soap choked on his tea, beating his chest to avoid suffocating.

Gaz immediately teared up. “I—I’m not ready to be an uncle... Who’s the dad? Does he have a job? This requires an emergency meeting. We don’t have a contingency plan!”

Ghost stood up and walked directly to the window. As if the shining glass could track the identity of the mystery father... You were fairly certain he was running through a list of local male residents and assigning kill orders. Was it Jared from the butcher's shop? That boy had a penchant for dangerous endeavors, alas flirting with you when you accompanied Johnny and Simon to buy steaks. Perhaps Ray, the mailman, had lingered a little too long by your doorstep lately?

Price’s sigh could’ve powered the National Grid. “For Christ’s sake.”

Soap, poor guy, was pacing now. "Right, who wis it? Ah'll kill 'im. Naw, seriously, just blink twice if it’s someone we ken."

Encouraged by Alejandro's discreet sneer, you made a show of holding your stomach. “Oh, I just felt a flutter. Must’ve been the spicy fried chicken.”

The Scotsman nearly fainted. “You sneaky wee shite!"

“Y’lot are absolute idiots,” Price muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can someone get me a drink? Or a shovel to bury the rest of my patience?”

“I’m kidding! Not pregnant. Just linguistically challenged. Sorry, Kyle.”

Gaz stopped mid-sob. “Thank God. I wasn’t ready to financially commit to diapers.”

“Tha's it? No situation to… address?” Ghost turned. He sure was inscrutable, but you noticed the relieved glint in his eyes before it disappeared.

You gave him a look™. “Uh? Like you’d what, adopt the baby out of spite?”

He didn’t answer.

"Simon."

"I didn’t say yes."

"..."

Price just pointed a finger at both of your Mexican friends. “You two are banned from visiting. Indefinitely.”

Remember kids: Check your false friends before they give your neighbors a collective aneurysm. Or a reason to plan a shotgun wedding.

P.S. Yes, Simon would adopt the baby.

Based on a friend's mishap in Madrid. I promise pt. 3 will come out :)

[losers-clvb]

hunters' reunion sam winchester x female!reader

content: smut (fingering, dirty talk, public sex, nonconsensual voyeurism), dom!sam, established relationship

word count: 737

note: this is actually a part of an answer for an ask, but it got a bit out of hand, so i decided why not turn it into a little blurb! enjoy!

Sam and Dean aren't usually the type to go to these types of things, but the moment you heard Jody mention a “hunters’ reunion”, you're begging them to go. You missed the community of your old life, though you would never admit it out loud.

Upon arrival, it was clear that every hunter within driving distance had chosen to attend. You dragged Sam through the crowds, laughing and chatting it up. The other hunters are impressed that the Winchesters have made an appearance, some even more impressed that a girl like yourself could get the infamous Sam Winchester to do just about anything with a bat of your lashes.

Night comes and the few still lingering guests, including some you know personally, are gathered around a bonfire. The array of mismatched chairs are small in quantity, so you make no complaints when Sam drags you onto his lap. You snuggle into him, grateful for the warmth he provides in the chilly night air.

Jody and Dean are going on about some haunting they had to deal with a few weeks back. It's slow going, telling the story, because the two kept interrupting each other.

"No, no, Dean, it was not four ghosts! It was six!" Jody butts in when Dean is setting the scene. He raises an eyebrow at her.

"Learn how to count, old lady. It was four." Dean counters, dragging out the last word for dramatic effect.

"Who are you calling old? I heard your back crack earlier when you stood up!" That sends Dean back into a different argument, and so it continues.

You laugh along and try to listen, but then you feel a poking up against your ass.

"You feel that?" Sam's lips ghost against the shell of your ear. It was inconspicuous enough to not draw attention. "That's what you do to me, baby."

You can't even do so much as move your head to reply. It'd be too obvious that you two were talking, leading to Jody's and Dean's arguing to turn to you. Instead, you just leaned further into his chest.

"Wish we were alone," Sam continues, "I'd fuck you up against that tree so hard the squirrels would have my name memorized."

It shouldn't have been as hot as it was. The whimper that leaves your throat is embarrassing. Thankfully, Jody had burst from her chair at the same moment, ranting on about how she "saved Dean's wimp ass.” Dean doesn't agree and follows her to standing.

"Are you wet right now?" Sam dares a kiss on your ear. He frowns at your nonresponse. "Answer me or I'll check myself." He growls.

You try to bite back your moan, unsuccessfully. A few neighboring hunters look your way and you make a show of stretching your arms, attempting to replicate the moan.

Apparently they're more gullible than they should be for trained killers because they smile and turn back to "The Jody and Dean Show" with their new host Charlie, who had pushed in between the two in an attempt to calm them from their childlike shouting over who's killed the most vamps.

You forget you had a question to answer until Sam's hand snakes under your dress. He cups your cloth-covered sex and hums out approvingly at the damp feel.

"Soaked." He whispers to you. you swallow and pray he's finished with this game of his, ignoring the excitement that bubbles into you at the new situation.

"You be a good quiet girl and I'll let you come." Sam dips his hand into your underwear. He swipes two fingers through your folds before slipping them into you. you clench your jaw to keep from whining.

Your eyelids flutter shut a few times while he pumps his fingers into you. All you can think is thank God for the blanket draped over you two, and thank God for the Winchester men's long fingers.

"That's it, baby, come on my hand." Sam keeps his eyes straight ahead, giving the illusion that he was simply watching the new argument between Charlie and Dean about which actress was hottest.

You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a shaky breath with your release. The group around you is none the wiser to your activities as Sam carefully readjusts your underwear to a comfortable position. He kisses your forehead with a smile and takes a sip of his beer while you reorient yourself.

sam winchester taglist : @hobiespick @xoswiftieprincess

everything taglist : @littlesoulshine @sacr1ficialang3l @blossomingorchids @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @mostlymarvelgirl @missus-ackles @tinas111 @ambiguous-avery

[lazy-ahh]

THE CROWBAR WASN'T THE WORST OF IT (WATCHING YOU FORGET HOW TO SMILE IS)

pairing arkham knight! jason todd x (vigilante) male reader

you'd recognize him anywhere—even through the armor, even through the years. the arkham knight moves like a ghost, but you know the weight of his footsteps, the hitch in his breath when he lies. and when he saves you from a bat to the skull, you do the one thing that might break you both: you pretend not to know him, the boy under the armor who still wears your old hoodie beneath his kevlar.

the night is thick with the scent of rain and blood, the alleyway slick under your boots as you drive another fist into a henchman’s jaw. his head snaps back with a wet crack, teeth scattering across the pavement like broken glass. you don’t stop—can’t stop. not when every punch is another scream silenced, another debt paid in the name of the boy you lost.

there are too many of them. twelve, maybe fifteen, all armed, all desperate. one swings a knife at your ribs—you twist, catching his wrist and snapping it backward until the bone juts white through skin. he howls, but the sound is cut short when you slam his face into the brick wall. another charges, crowbar raised; you duck, driving your elbow into his gut before kneeing him in the chin. blood sprays from his mouth as he crumples.

you’re faster, angrier, but exhaustion claws at your muscles, your breaths ragged. your knuckles are split, your ribs scream with every movement, but you don’t care. pain is just another reminder that you’re still alive when he isn’t.

a fist clips your temple—stars burst behind your eyes. you stagger, tasting copper, but lash out blindly. your fingers find a throat, squeeze until the man gurgles, his face purpling. you drop him like trash.

you don’t see the one behind you.

the glint of a bat swings toward your skull—

a gunshot rings out.

the henchman drops before the bat can connect, his body slumping like a puppet with its strings cut. your head whips toward the rooftop where the shot came from—just in time to see a shadow detach itself from the darkness. the figure moves with lethal grace, dropping down in front of you with a heavy thud that sends cracks spiderwebbing through the pavement. the dim glow of the streetlight catches on his armor, painting the edges of his helmet in flickering blue.

the arkham knight.

your body screams at you to move, to fight, but exhaustion weighs your limbs down like lead. instead, you shift into a defensive stance—not aggressive, but wary. this man just saved you, after all. you’ve heard the whispers about him. a ghost in armor. a mercenary with no master. but the way he stands, the tilt of his head, the way his weight shifts ever so slightly to the left—just like he used to.

and then he speaks.

“you’re reckless.”

his voice is distorted by the modulator, mechanical and cold, but beneath it—beneath it—there’s a cadence you’d recognize in your sleep. the way the words curl at the edges, the faintest hint of a growl that used to tease you, scold you, laugh with you.

your heart stutters.

no. no, it can’t be. god, please don't give me hope. i don't think i'll be able to recover if this isn't him-

but then he shifts again, and the scent of gunpowder and leather hits you—buried under the sharp tang of metal and sweat, but there. it’s the same smell that used to cling to his jacket when he’d sling it over your shoulders after patrol. the same smell that lingered in your apartment long after he’d left.

and his breathing—even through the helmet, you can hear it. steady. controlled. the same rhythm you used to match when you’d lie beside him under the stars, counting each inhale like a prayer.

your throat tightens.

it’s him.

you know it’s him.

the lump in your throat feels like a stone, heavy and suffocating, but you force your voice steady anyway. “thanks for the save.” the words come out quieter than you meant, almost lost in the ringing silence after the gunfire.

he doesn’t answer. just turns smoothly—too smoothly, the way only someone trained by the bat could move—and fires two more shots. the bullets hit their marks with brutal precision, dropping the last fleeing henchmen before they even make it three steps. the alley falls deathly still, the only sound the distant scream of sirens and the drip of blood from your split knuckles onto the pavement.

“you should leave,” he says, still refusing to look at you. his voice is flat, controlled, but you hear the tension underneath. like he’s holding himself back. “cops’ll be here soon.”

you don’t move. can’t. your fingers twitch at your sides, itching to grab the edge of that helmet, to rip it off and see for yourself if his eyes are still the same stormy green that used to roll at your bad jokes. but you don’t. you play the game—just like old times, when one of you was being dramatic and the other had to pretend not to notice. back when things were easy. back when he was alive.

“you’re not sticking around?” you ask, tilting your head the way you know would’ve made him smirk.

he hesitates. just a fraction of a second, but you catch it. “...not my style.”

“then why help me?”

this time, the pause stretches longer. you can practically hear him weighing his words, calculating how much to give away. when he finally speaks, his voice is quieter, the modulator struggling to hide the roughness underneath. “...you fight like you’ve got something to prove.”

you almost laugh. you have no idea.

instead, you shrug, flexing your aching fingers. “maybe i do.”

he watches you—you can feel the weight of his gaze even through the mask, familiar and intense—before jerking his chin toward the fire escape. “come on. unless you wanna explain this to gordon.”

you follow. like you always would have. like you should have. like part of you never stopped.

(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

the rooftops hold their breath between you, the city sprawled beneath like a bleeding masterpiece—neon smears of violet and gold reflected in rain puddles, shadows stretching like fresh bruises across alleyways. he stands apart, but not far enough that you can't see how the armor clings to him, how it sculpts the familiar breadth of his shoulders, the stubborn set of his jaw even beneath the helmet. his arms are crossed, but you remember how they felt wrapped around you once, all lean muscle and warmth, and now they're corded with new strength, thicker with the weight of whatever hell he's survived. his fingers press into his own biceps hard enough to dent flesh, like he's physically holding himself back from reaching for you.

you pretend not to notice the way his chest rises just a little too fast under the plating. pretend not to trace the lines of him with your eyes, relearning what time and pain have reshaped. he's taller now, broader, a weapon honed sharp where he used to be all reckless angles and grinning bravado. but he still carries himself the same—like the world is something to be challenged, like he's bracing for impact.

"so," you begin, letting your legs swing over the drop like you're dangling over the edge of everything you've lost and everything that's just been given back. the wind claws at your clothes, impatient. "you just make a habit of saving random vigilantes?"

"you're not random." the words tear free like they've been ripped from him, raw at the edges, and his whole body goes rigid after, shoulders hiking like he can choke them back down.

your lips twist into something that might pass for a smile if it didn't feel like your chest was cracking open. "oh? you know me?"

"i know of you." each syllable is measured, careful, like he's walking a tightrope over an abyss. "you've been... active."

active. such a small word for the carnage you've carved into gotham's bones. you've painted the streets in the language of your grief—knuckles split on teeth that will never say his name, ribs bruised against pavement as you chased the ghost of a laugh you'll never hear. every fracture you've dealt, every scream you've pulled from the dark—love letters written in violence to a ghost who was never really dead.

"someone's gotta clean up the trash," you mutter, watching a distant police siren bleed red across the skyline. your fingers skim the rough edge of the rooftop, where concrete crumbles into nothing. just like the edge you've been balancing on since they handed you a closed casket and a lie.

now you know.

now you see.

the silence stretches between you, thick enough to choke on. the city's distant hum fades into nothing, until all you can hear is the ragged rhythm of your own breathing and the quiet creak of his armored gloves tightening into fists. then, barely louder than the wind—

"what made you start?"

the question lands like a punch to the ribs. you stare down at your hands, at the blood crusted in the grooves of your knuckles, at the fresh crimson welling up from split skin. each scar, each bruise—a confession written in violence.

"lost someone," you murmur, and the words taste like rotten milk.

"...who?"

you close your eyes. the image comes unbidden—wild dark hair, that stupid half-smirk, green eyes bright with mischief. you. i lost you. i lost you and it broke me.

"a friend," you force out instead, swallowing around the lump in your throat. "he was... good. too good for this fucked-up city. better than any of us deserved."

the arkham knight goes statue-still. even the subtle whir of his armor seems to freeze.

"what happened to him?"

"joker happened." the name sears your tongue, venomous and vile. your hands shake. you clench them. "he was robin. the second one. jason todd." his name—his real name—shatters between you like glass.

you hear it—the sharp, aborted inhale. see the way his fists clench so tight the armor groans in protest.

you can't stop now. the words are clawing their way up your throat like they've been waiting years to be free. "he was brave in that stupid way that made your heart stop. reckless like he had something to prove to the whole damn world." your breath hitches, the night air suddenly too thick. "stubborn as hell—once he got an idea in his head, nothing could shake it loose." the ghost of his grin flickers behind your eyelids, that infuriating, beautiful smirk that always meant trouble. a wet, broken laugh escapes you, tasting like salt and regret. "god, he pissed off all the right people. had a mouth on him that could start fights in an empty room and a laugh that could make you forgive him for it instantly."

your voice cracks like thin ice under the weight of memory. "he was my best friend. my—" the truth burns behind your teeth, everything. he was my sunrise and my last good night's sleep. the reason i breathed easier and the reason my hands won't stop shaking now. "and i didn't save him." the admission carves through you, fresh as the day they told you. "i should've been there. should've ignored the rules, should've followed him that night, should've—" your fists clench, blood welling in crescent moons where your nails meet flesh. "i should've died with him if i couldn't save him. anything would've been better than this." the words hang between you, raw and bleeding, all the things you've never said aloud finally given voice in the shadow of the boy they belong to.

the air between you shatters like thin ice underfoot, the pieces glinting dangerously in the dim light. the arkham knight jerks away as if burned, his armored shoulders curling inward like he's trying to fold himself into nothing. the weight of his name—his real name—and your confession hangs between you like a noose, and for a breathless moment, you swear you can hear his heart pounding through the armor.

"you cared about him." his voice is scraped raw, the modulator struggling to contain the tremor beneath. it's not a question—it's an accusation, a plea, a prayer.

"more than anything," you whisper, and the words taste like blood in your mouth. like the last confession of a dying man.

he doesn't move. doesn't breathe. for one terrifying second, you think he might actually crumble under the weight of it all. then, with a shuddering exhale, his hand lifts—slow, hesitant—fingers grazing the edge of his helmet like he's testing the temperature of a flame.

your lungs seize. please. please—

but he stops. his hand falls back to his side like a dead weight, fingers twitching once before curling into a fist. the silence that follows is deafening.

"he'd hate what you're doing," he grinds out, voice cracking under the strain. "the way you're—" a sharp inhale. "throwing yourself into fights like you've got nothing left to lose. he wouldn't—" the modulator glitches, betraying him. "he wouldn't want you to get hurt."

you smile, but it's a brittle thing, all sharp edges and broken promises. "yeah," you agree softly, your thumb brushing absently over a fresh cut on your knuckles. "he was always like that. protective to a fault." your eyes flick up to where his visor gleams in the low light. "guess some things never change."

the arkham knight goes statue-still. not even the subtle whir of his armor dares to break the silence. you can feel the war raging inside him—the desperate need to reach for you battling against the fear of what comes after. the distance between you has never felt so vast, even though you could reach out and touch him if you tried.

(you don't try.)

the moment stretches between you, trembling like a bowstring pulled too tight. you watch the way his armored fingers twitch—reaching, hesitating, pulling back—a dance of want and fear played out in micro-movements.

"he'd want you to be safe," he says finally, voice so low the modulator nearly swallows the words whole. the way he says it—like he's pleading, like he's begging you to understand something—makes your chest ache.

you huff a laugh, kicking a loose pebble off the roof's edge. "he'd want a lot of things." the pebble disappears into the darkness below. "world peace. better pizza. for me to stop stealing his hoodies." you don't miss the way his breath catches at that. "but we don't always get what we want, do we?"

his helmet tilts just slightly, that familiar considering angle you'd know anywhere. "you kept them." it's not a question. "his things."

"like a damn shrine," you admit, rubbing your thumb over a fresh cut on your knuckles. "his favorite mug still sits by my coffee maker. his stupid dinosaur-print socks are in my top drawer." your voice drops to a whisper. "i couldn't let go. not of any of it."

the armor creaks as he shifts his weight, that old nervous habit he never shook. "that's... fucked up." but there's no heat in it—just something painfully close to wonder.

"tell me about it." you lean back on your hands, staring up at the smog-choked stars. "you ever love someone so much it ruins you?"

the silence that follows is answer enough. when he finally speaks, his voice is raw. "he'd hate seeing you like this. all... broken."

"maybe." you turn to look at him, at the way the city lights reflect off that damned helmet. "but he's not here to see it, is he?"

the sharp intake of breath tells you that landed exactly where you meant it to. you watch his chest rise and fall too fast, watch the way his hands flex like he wants to strangle something—maybe you, maybe himself.

"you're an asshole," he grinds out, but there's no real anger behind it. just pain. just longing.

you smile, soft and sad. "yeah. he used to say that too."

the space between your hands feels charged, like the quiet before a lightning strike. you watch his gloved fingers twitch—once, twice—before they finally move. his touch is featherlight, just the barest brush of his knuckles against yours, but it sends a shockwave through your entire body. it’s him. that same hesitant, half-awkward way he’d always reached for you, like he was never quite sure he was allowed to.

your breath catches.

he pulls back like he’s been burned, the armor plating of his forearm scraping against yours as he jerks away. but the ghost of his touch lingers, burning brighter than any wound you’ve ever earned in battle.

"stay," you murmur, still staring at the space where his hand had been. the word comes out cracked, desperate in a way you haven’t let yourself sound in years.

he goes utterly still. you can hear the ragged hitch of his breath through the modulator, can see the way his shoulders tense like he’s fighting against himself.

"you don't even know who i am," he grinds out, voice scraping through the modulator like gravel over glass. it's meant to sound mocking, but the way it fractures halfway through betrays him—there's something shattered beneath that armored exterior, something raw and wounded that no amount of mechanical distortion can hide.

you smile, slow and aching, the expression pulling at the split in your lip. "you're the arkham knight," you murmur, tipping your head back to stare at the smog-choked sky. your voice is calm, too calm, like the eerie stillness before a storm. as if that title explains why his gloved fingers linger near yours, why the space between you feels charged with something electric and ancient. as if you haven't memorized the exact way he holds himself, haven't spent years dreaming of that familiar silhouette against gotham's skyline.

the silence that follows is thick enough to drown in. the city pulses below like a living thing—car horns blaring in the distance, a siren wailing its mournful song, the ever-present hum of neon signs flickering against the darkness. all of it indifferent to the way your heart pounds against your ribs, to the way your pulse jumps when his armored knee brushes against yours. accidental, maybe, but he doesn't pull away. doesn't even pretend to.

you don't either. you can't. not when this is the closest you've been to him in years, not when every fiber of your being screams to reach out and—

the night stretches on around you, heavy with unsaid words and half-remembered promises. the air tastes like rain and gunpowder and something bittersweet you can't name. not yet. but soon.

(soon.)

3k words worth of angst and AHHH MY POOR BOY JASON I'M SORRYYYYY

[ghostedgwen]

You Should See Your Faces | s.black

note : yeah I am speedrunning this masterlist. not sure if I should do a second part to this but ion feel like writing angst involving the black's prejudice with everything going on atm

warning/s : just the usual pureblood prejudice, mostly fluff if we ignore those underlying themes, you have a sister (idk if that warrants a warning), sirius black is the cool rock star bf of your dreams/hj

Sirius Black’s greatest spit in his family might just be the fact that he is destined to be with the muggle girl who always smiled his away, living 5 windows down from his ancestral home.

Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife.

Sirius Black, in all his life, could never have guessed that his soulmate would be a muggle. But is bloody fucking funny the more he thinks about it. "Hey there, rock star."

You didn't give the tattoo in your arm much thought as the sentence written on it was too general. Anyone could say it and at any moment, it would drive you mad trying to draw your own fate from one silly sentence. "Was wondering when you'd finally say 'hi'."

You tug your scarf to fix it around your neck, looking out through the window to see that snow is falling, you grin to yourself at the sight.

You didn't mind the snow at all, unlike most people who hated it, the cold has always been comforting to you.

Having always enjoyed the opportunity to crunch snow under your boots, you always looked forward to fall and the snowy days that came right after.

"Off to build a snowman?" You heard your sister call out to you, her voice obviously mocking you. You roll your eyes.

"Fuck off," you yelled out to her and opened the door. "I'm gonna grab some snacks for tonight, got any request?"

You waited for her to answer you, growing impatient as you kept your hold on the knob.

"Get me dark chocolate, thanks!"

You yelled back an 'okay' and walked out, closing the door behind you and you breathed in the smell of snow. You always loved how the cold prickled your skin.

You were careful on your way down the stairs, looking around the street to see it all covered in snow. You smile at the sight of a few kids playing, throwing snow at each other.

The memories of you and your sister having snow ball fights playing in your mind, you turn your head further down the street. There, you see him.

That kid that you practically grew up with but you barely saw him enough. Your sister insists he isn't real and you have an imaginary friend, but that imaginary friend grew up as well.

His hair long and past his shoulder in soft curls, tattoos littering his arms and smoke escaping past his lips as he clutched a cigarette in between two bony and pale fingers.

He's pale, like snow, and it was contrasting with his stark black hair. You can only guess what colour his eyes are, definitely light from what you've seen.

He seemed to have felt the weight of your gaze when he turned, he was a good distance away and you managed to give him a smile like you always did.

He returned it like always, even curtly nodding in your direction. God, he was so hot and you always thought so - way before he even had the grunge-y rock star look.

You basically watched him find his style and evolve into whatever that is.

You give him a slight wave and turn away, heading off to the store like you originally planned.

.

While at the store, you find yourself looking at a set of scarves being displayed. You eyed one that was black with dark grey stars knitted into it.

You stood for a good minute until it dawned on you who they reminded you of - that hot neighbour of yours that you have never talked to.

You contemplated, wondering if it would be too weird to give a gift to a stranger - but is he really a stranger? You've known him since you were 12, you just never got to actually talk to him.

Without thinking deeper into it, you grabbed the scarf and proceeded to checkout with your basket of sweets. If you chicken out of giving him the scarf, you can always just dump it on your sister.

You almost felt proud of yourself as you exit the store and walk back home, and in your way, you found that he has disappeared again. Not even a trace of cigarette ashes in the snow to prove he was even there.

Your mind was taken off it by the instant sight of your sister in the ugliest jumper opening the door, eager to grab her chocolate.

.

You grip the gift in your hand, you had even bothered to wrap it in the darkest gift wrap you could find. You found it too funny to wrap such a gift in bright Christmas packaging.

In the end, you settled for leftovers from your previous crafting shenanigans. A big sheet of black postcard paper cut into the proper size to wrap around the folded scarf.

You didn't bother sticking a card in it, you thought he'd laugh at that.

Dashing past your door so you can avoid your sister, and her possible teasing if she probes and find out you're giving a gift to your imaginary friend - you were lucky to spot him again.

He was standing outside like always, just looking straight ahead as he smoked. You figured he couldn't smoke inside his home, hence he's always outside.

You slowly approach him, cringing at the sound of snow crunching under your boots. You always loved it but not at this moment, not when you could tell he knew you were coming.

He was acting casual, not yet turning as the sound of your footsteps in the snow drew closer and closer and it was only when you stopped - a good distance from him - did he turn to address you.

"Was wondering when you'd finally say 'hi'."

"Hey there, rock star."

You both said at the same time, your jaw went slack instantly at that. You instantly look down at your arm and found the tattoo glowing, and glowing until it got too bright that it disappeared completely.

You can tell he was also watching his as he lifted his own arm alongside yours, his tattoo glowing until both your arms were empty - the tattoos were gone.

"Just my Yule luck, eh?" He chuckles and god, his voice was as hot as him.

You look up to get a good look at him. What the fuck? As if eh wasn't already perfect from your distant view of him, the image is complete now.

He has piercing grey eyes with hints of blue in them and they looked like crystals to you. Why did such a fine specimen end up being your soulmate?

"I'm ____," you offer him your hand, the tattoo now gone and he gives you a charming grin as he accepted it. Introductions were in order.

"Sirius, yep that's my name. If you got complaints then take it up to my Mum, doubt she'd like that very much."

You stared as he laughed at his own joke. "Like the star?"

He paused, not having expected you to get the reference to his name. "You know of it?"

You snort. "It's my favourite, the dog."

You could almost swear his eyes twinkled at your reply, and he let out a bark of laughter, shaking your hand excitedly before pulling away. "Oh this is bloody rich," he seemed to be finding something so funny while you are unsure what that is.

"Something funny, Sirius?" You asked.

He shakes his head and turned to his left, throwing a look at the house next to him - then turning back at you. "Oh nothing, love," you pointedly ignored the butterflies in your stomach at that. "Just, life is funny is all."

"Nevermind you," you roll your eyes and handed him the wrapped gift. "I was gonna give this to you. Merry Christmas."

He looked pleasantly surprised to be given a gift, he accepted it without hesitation and you watch him open the gift. Not even wasting a second to wrap the scarf around himself.

"Whad'ya think, love?"

You bite the insides of your cheeks. "Very fitting, brings out your eyes."

He laughs. "Everything brings out my eyes."

And you didn't bother interjecting that.

.

"Blimey, it's like the world had wanted you to defy your entire lineage, mate!" James exclaimed, holding back his laughter.

"What are we talking about?" Peter asked, just entering the dorms after visiting his girlfriend in the Library.

Remus greeted him, "Pads is talking about his soulmate."

"You finally met her, then?" Peter asked.

Sirius gives a proud nod and jumped on James' bed to lounge with him, the taller boy laughs this time, barely containing it. "Pads here got himself a muggle soulmate!"

"Bloody hell!" Peter's eyes almost bulged out his eyes.

James continued laughing as Sirius smacked him with one of his pillows. He ignored the action.

"It's too fuckin' rich ain't it?" James could almost cry. "Tosser got sorted into Gryffindor and has a muggle for a soulmate, you're really just born to be your family's karma."

Remus could be seen smiling as well, barely laughing but his amusement was visible on his scarred face. He turns to Sirius who appeared happy, despite the laughter and the joke of it all.

"What's she like then, Pads?"

Sirius turns to him, and Remus could almost see heart visibly form in his irises at the thought of you. "She's great, fuckin' perfect for me if anything. This must be what havin' a soulmate is like, she's just right in all the right ways, and places," Remus rolled his eyes at his wink.

"You are a dog, but you already knew that." Remus turned away to regard Peter instead, opting to ask him about his own soulmate. "How was your girlfriend, Wormtail?"

Sirius turns to James who had stopped laughing and was just watching him. "Our bloody Pads is besotted, would you look'a that?"

Sirius laughs, but didn't dare deny it. "Playtime's over, really lucked out so I'm done with all that."

"How about it then?" James frowned. "She's a muggle, isn't she? How are you supposed to go about this?"

Sirius only smirked. "Type of person that she is, she'll fit in just fine."

"You should introduce her to us some time." Peter spoke up, just finishing up his short chat with Remus about his girlfriend. "I want Demi to meet her too."

Sirius thinks about it for a moment. "This summer might be good, I'll find a way around my family, and we can all get together."

The rest of that day back at Hogwarts was spent catching up on their holidays. Ever since Sirius has completely pulled away from his family - he's anticipated his return to Hogwarts more than ever.

But for the first time, he couldn't wait to get out of Hogwarts to see you.

the end.

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[diorsdahlia]

is it harmless? (viii) (xi)

luke castellan x reader, smau with some written parts. series masterlist

cw : swearing, reader is avoidant???

a/n: we are sooo back my fault for putting this off for so long chat (its been in my drafts for weeks)

with that text sent, you tucked your phone into your pockets and walked out of the cabin, slipping your jacket on as you walked to the campfire. you took another route than you usually would. more specifically, you took the route that ensured you wouldn't walk by the hermes cabin and potentially stumble into luke, who (at least you expect) would also be walking to the campfire. you arrived to the campfire with no sign of luke. you sat down on one of the tree logs, looking around as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. the moon provided little guidance as she is in the waxing crescent phase.

"hey," luke said as if he suddenly teleported next to you.

you jumped slightly, unable to stop the curse from escaping your lips, you quickly composed yourself and exhaled a sigh.

"hey," you greeted back, giving him an apologetic smile which he probably couldn't see, "im sorry. i didnt hear you. hey."

"it's fine, what did you just call me though?" he chuckled, sitting down next to you, setting down a lantern.

you had to physically stop yourself from teasing him about the lantern. you already avoided him for 2 weeks, you accidentally called him stupid in your native language just a minute ago.

"that's not important," you replied, and the both of you fell into silence.

"i really dont know what to say," you confessed, looking over to him.

"that's fine. i have a question." he bit his cheek before continuing. "you said and i quote, 'yup', when i pointed out you were implying you're attached to me"

you nodded slowly, eyes squinting as you waited for the question. "yeah...?"

"so, what im trying to ask is. are you attached or are you attracted?" he questioned, a bit too boldly for your liking.

if your mind was blank then, your cranium is definitely empty now. you tried to hide your suprised expression as best as you can.

"oh wow. thats a question," you quipped, inhaling sharply, "if i had to choose, i would say...attracted. yeah, attracted."

thank the gods he had a genuine smile on his face, because if he had a cocky smirk instead you would've slapped him. he also was quiet which made you feel like you should keep talking.

"because attachment to a person basically means a genuine feeling of affection, of concern, of care over a person produced by closeness. we are not close, so therefore, its not attachment." you explained, hoping you dont sound too nervous.

"so, you only want me for my body?" he teased, looking at you with a smile.

you slapped him on the shoulder, rolling your eyes. "its not like that."

"i know, i know, im sorry." he shifted on the tree logs, fingers fidgeting with the strings of his sweatpants. "i feel the same way. not that im just physically attracted, no im not. i just...want to get to know you. and if you're up for it, maybe it'll turn into something more?"

your eyes searched his expression just incase he was pulling some sick joke, but he wasnt.

"seriously?" you inquired.

"seriously." he answered, his gaze locked on yours. "we can do this however you want, no rush. if you want to go fast, we'll go fast. if you want to take it slow, we'll take it slow. i would just be happy to get to know you."

the air was too think all of a sudden, and you stared at him for a moment. "and if i wanted you to crawl?"

"i'll crawl," he replied, a little too enthusiastically and you laughed.

"okay. i think we should just...go with the flow," you suggested, looking at him for approval and he nodded. "is this what they call a talking stage?"

"i guess," he chuckled.

"so how do we do this? do we start getting to know eachother now?" you leaned back on your palms.

"might as well. so, how do you fold your socks?" he asked, mirroring your position.

"uhm. i fold them into..balls? is there another way?" your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over to him again.

he looked at you with his mouth slightly agape, shaking his head, "that is illegal. youre gonna make the socks lose its size and elasticity. just... fold them."

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[lowkeyrobin]

Hello!! Can I request a Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader oneshot where the reader ends up getting swept up into the train station— having not met Five previously —due to Five's warp ability. Can be either romantic or platonic. I was thinking that the reader could be an interdimensional being that represents the multiverse, but will lock away their great power since it overstimulates them (omniscience, omnipresence, creation, etc.) and because they don't have much control over it. So, when Five uses his warp ability, it kinda screws with the reader's powers too, which transports them to the station with him and has their omniscience go haywire randomly (seeing, hearing, smelling, feeling, tasting, knowing everything all at once). TUA messing with timelines also affected them negatively in the past by making them feel like shit mayhaps?? Reader accompanies Five to figure out what the fuck is going on. If this is too specific and OP then I deff get it though!! :3c

oh my god anon when I tell you this is the coolest fucking idea ever 😭😭 ; and don't worry this isn't too specific or anything at all!!! I'm definitely gonna try and deliver trust me ; thank you so much for requesting, hope you enjoy!!! ; this lowkey sucks but an attempt was made 😔 ; also this is kind of like a situationship type deal, like reader is literally god and five is just some dude who shouldn't even exist and shit djdnksjd idk

FIVE HARGREEVES ; everything everywhere all at once

summary ; after finally meeting one of the assholes fucking with the universe, you try and answer all your questions

warnings ; language, mentions of death, mentions of throwing up, overuse of stupid jokes, reader being referred to as God a lot, also one of my longest oneshots (still balls)

word count ; 2.8k

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"Where the fuck am I?"

"I could ask the same question,"

Your head snaps backward, face to face with the unfamiliar voice behind you. Standing there is a nineteen or so year old boy in a tuxedo, his hair slightly overgrown as it covers his sight, needing to be pushed back every few minutes. You don't know him, you don't recognize him, and shit, for a young adult, he dresses very maturely considering his outfit, his watch, the way he speaks.

You furrow your brows, looking around, trying to piece together your thoughts and surroundings. Seems to be a subway station, but you don't know where you are or how you got here.

"Who are you?" you ask, a shiver trailing down your spine, nearly causing your knees to buckle. Something here is going to make you sick, you have the urge to throw up, your head is beginning to throb, and your vision is doubling. "And why, how, am-am I here?" you ask, stumbling over your words.

"My name is Five." he answers, hands stuffed into his pants pockets. "And... I do not know where we are, or why we're here."

You scoff, leaning against the tile wall next to you. "Great"

You don't even want to question anything right now.

You eye Five as he takes a few steps, observing his surroundings. There's a map of the subway station, the tracks to your left, signs written in unreadable runes, voices speaking some warped, backward English over the PA system, stairs even.

He looks down at you, who's slightly recovering from whatever illness is trying to kill you at the moment. Before he can speak, the train pulls up. He eyes you questionably, and you give him a shrug in response. He helps you up to your feet before pulling you into the empty train, keeping an eye on you.

You step out as the train stops, and he eyes a set of stairs nearby. He decides to venture up said stairs, seeing if he can leave, which he does. You decide to hang back, unaware if it's safe, unknowing of your location. Though, he's back at the station within a few minutes, panting and gasping for air.

"Same place, same time, different timeline." he exhales as he returns to you, grabbing you by the shoulders as he leads you back onto the train.

"What?" you question, stumbling after him.

"Where I was before I... blipped here, my family was there too. When I went up there, it was the same place and time that I left, but my family wasn't there." he explains, your weight pushed about as the train pulls you in for another ride.

You look at the stranger, or Five, in utter confusion, your brain working overtime trying to decode what he's saying. "Blipped?"

He sighs, a hand resting on his forehead. "I can teleport and manipulate time."

You bite at your lip, thinking before speaking. "Have you, by any chance, ended the world before?"

He's silent for a moment. "Yes. About... three times, before resetting this one, or... the one I'm supposed to be in."

You scoff. "That wasn't just 'a world', those were entire timelines!" you exclaim, frantically speaking with your hands. "You and your stupid family have nearly killed me on multiple occasions!"

"What?" he questions, completely lost.

"I am the multiverse, personified." you speak. "I am like... an ominescent being that controls all the timelines and universes. Being near you in itself might kill me!"

The train stops again, shifting you back to your original timeline, at least you hope. You step off the train, crumbling to your knees, holding your head in your hands. Whatever illness you were facing before was back, even worse this time. You can feel it all, it hurts, so fucking bad, you'd rather die than feel this again.

Everything everywhere all at once is the only way you can describe it.

Your screams are shrill, painful, agonizing, as they echo through the empty subway station. Five covers his ears behind you, grimacing as you yell out in pain.

You curl up into a ball on the floor, eyes shut tight, hands over your ears, trying to make it stop. Your brain is working overtime, making you feel every sensation on Earth all at once. You can hear every word muttered under every breath, every car honking, every slamming door, everything absolutely demolishing your eardrums. Under your tongue is any taste you can think of, ranging from delicious to disgusting, which is awful in hindsight. Even when you shield your eyes from direct sight, you can still see it all in your head, eight billion people's eyes, frames flashing through your head, random information about strangers pouring into your brain. Under your nose is yet again, everything. The smell of death, roses in a vase, burning candles, sweat.

Five, worried, tries to help you up, but you kick him away, feeling millions of hands touching and grabbing at you already, even if they aren't physically there with you.

You are everything everywhere all at once.

You locked away your power. Why is this happening?

This- you were fine for so long!

Why is this happening? Why are you here?

You pull yourself up, weak and dizzy, feeling like you could easily pass out at any moment. You're wobbly, Five can see that, and holds your shoulders, trying to keep you balanced as you stand all hunched over. He then decides it's a great idea to teleport with you in tow.

Holy fucking shit.

The pain, under all the gunshots and screaming, grows exponentially worse. You can barely see straight, you're under Five's arm as he tucks you under someone for protection in the middle of the street, you're about to throw the fuck up, you want to scream and shatter yourself into dust to just fade into the fabric of the universe.

"Five, where have you been?!"

"And who is that?"

"Holy shit! Are they okay?"

Yeah... you passed out.

But luckily, you didn't feel as sick!

You definitely still feel like you just turned yourself inside out and let maggots eat at your corpse, but, it's not as bad as before. You'll take it as a win for now.

As your eyes flutter open, you find yourself sprawled out in one of the backseats to a van, much like the one in Little Miss Sunshine. God, that movie was so fucking good. You wished you were chilling in the void of space and time watching that right now, that'd make your day a little better. But sadly, you were in some unknown area, all alone, in the back of a car.

Did you, some interdemensional being, just get kidnapped?

Holy fuck. What is happening today?

You sit up, looking out the windows at your surroundings. You seem to be in some mechanic garage, a vehicle dump just next to it. You scan the interior of the van, spotting broken things all over the floor, plus a bunch of cleaning supplies and napkins and paper towels stuffed into a grocery bag. It smells strongly of bleach, causing you to shove yourself out of the vehicle before almost throwing up.

As you stumble about, you lean against the very dented and scraped up exterior of the van, trying to regain your composure. Then there's suddenly a bunch of full grown adults standing over you, looking at you like you're the crazy one.

"Are you alright?" the shortest one asks, pulling his denim jacket tighter around his chest.

"Oh, do I have a bone to pick with you assholes!" you exclaim, angered, looking across the little lineup of dickweeds.

They all look at you and each other with confused looks.

"You traveled through time, ended the world multiple times, and completely broke timelines! And for what reason?" you ramble. "If you didn't know, I'm basically God, completely omniscient, I created everything! Uh, you stupid freaks have almost killed me multiple times. You've fucking wrecked time and space as we know it! Also, why the hell do I have my powers back? I've locked them away for years, now I'm suddenly acting as timeline-Jesus again? Y'know, I didn't sign up for this! I was just.. here, and I have been, forever! I'm older than time itself! Nothing has made me want to quit up until you idiots decided you had to save the world and fuck up everything!"

The group of eight stare at you wide-eyed.

"Jesus Christ..." the Hispanic man mutters, looking at a Punjabi woman next to him.

You scream, slamming your head against the car. A woman with long, coiley hair rushes to your aid, pulling you away from the already very damaged vehicle.

"Okay, please don't do that," she speaks quietly, with much concern, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.

"What is wrong with you people?!" you exclaim, "Stop trying to save the world. Stop trying to be superheros! You're not supposed to even exist!"

"What do you mean by that?" Five questions with a genuine tone, wanting you to elaborate.

"You only exist because some old alien man wanted his wife back." you grumble. "He brought shit from outside this world to create you, to activate that sigil shit to reset this timeline's world."

A man with short hair, wearing a cardigan and array of necklaces, speaks up. His voice is like one of a stoner's or hippie's, like he religiously smokes weed or something. "Wait... can you explain all this.. timeline-Jesus and what we did?"

You groan, throwing your head back. "You," you look at Five, "decided to jump through time and space, then save the world. You ended it anyway, then went back into time to try and stop it, but failed again, kind of. Then you went back to the future and reset the timeline entirely so you technically didn't exist. Now, you're about to end the world again because you weren't supposed to exist, let alone have powers again."

The group slowly nods before you start groaning and grumbling in pain again. Flashes run through your mind again, worrying ones at that.

"Your brother, the one who looks homeless," you start, being cut off by a muscular blonde.

"Ben?"

"Yeah, Ben. We need to get to him." you continue

"Why?" the woman with the curls asks.

"Because it's between completely obliterating this timeline or saving it, for fucks sake!"

"Why are we back in this stupid subway station?"

"I don't know! I tried blipping-"

You quickly stop him. "Stop blipping, then! You keep dragging us back here, it hurts!"

You weren't anywhere near Five when he teleported during that fight, but apparently fate, something out of your control, wanted you here with him. Gross.

He raises his hands in defense, looking away before pulling you into the train with him.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know,"

You scoff. "Great"

Turns out, shit wasn't great.

You've been stuck traveling through timelines for a year. You'd think that being the creator of everything would've helped in this situation, but no. You're still so weak after regaining your powers that you can't really use them, and the train just takes you wherever it wants to. Five can't hop through timelines by any means, so, there's that.

Stupid fucking bullshit.

You sit on the train, laying on the floor as you feel the low vibrations, soothing your overstimulated brain. The rumble and grumble of thousands of pounds of steel comforted you, apparently. Five looks down at you, blinking before speaking.

"What's it like, being... the real God?" he asks curiously.

Somehow, he hasn't asked you anything like this up until now.

You shrug, looking up at him before turning onto your back. "Kinda sucks. I've been all alone for billions of years, just watching over everything. All the timelines, all the everything... it's really lonely. I do all these things, create until I can't anymore, make people, I... I dunno. It kind of feels like I've failed in a way. I had to lock away my power because of you dicks destroying shit, it was just too painful. I don't know how you quit being God, but for the first time... I was normal, I lived among the people, the societies I've created, or, helped create. But now.. this just hurts. I'm allowing shit to crumble, I can't control my power."

Five frowns, kneeling down to lay down on the floor next to you. His hand grazes over yours, and he looks at you.

"I think you created a wonderful thing. Humanity, infinite possibilities, everything. You had infinite power and you did something good."

"What else was I gonna do?" you chuckle.

He shrugs, "You could've done a lot of bad things. Like... wipe out humanity a million times. Could've created a zombie apocolypse. There's a lot."

You smile, but it's merely short-lived. "Y'know, for someone who's created everything, I'm not very sure how Reginald and his alien ass got to Earth. Or how he even exists, or the marigold, or the durango. Shit happens, like illnesses and shit, but... more than just shit to me."

"Bad things can create good outcomes," he shrugs, agreeing to disagree.

"You shouldn't even exist..." you mutter, "I fucked up big time. Somewhere. I just... I don't know where."

"I don't think you fucked up. I think you created something great and need to warm up to it." he replies, glancing at your lips for just a moment too long. "I'd like to think I'm a good outcome," he smiles with a small giggle. Even for a sixty year old man trapped in a younger body, he still had a childish side to him, especially considering he was never really a child within his lifetime.

You smile, biting your tongue to stifle a laugh. "You are, I guess."

"You guess? Wow."

"Oh, hush, Hargreeves. If you're a great outcome, you would've found a way out by now"

"Didn't you create this place?"

You drop silent, eyes widening. "Shit. I did." you slowly look at him, becoming sarcastic, "Like, a billion trillion years ago. How the flying fuck am I gonna remember all the timeline tracks and shit?"

"Can't you read the maps you made?"

"Not anymore!"

Seven years you've been trapped in this stupid subway station. Holy fuck you could obliterate anyone and anything that came into contact with you right now, except Five. He's grown on you, to say the least. I mean, hopefully, considering you've spent the past seven god damn years together.

You also didn't realize how many alternate timelines you'd made over the years. Maybe now was a good time to admit to yourself that you went a little overboard. To be fair, you wanted the infinite possibilities to shine through, though, it might've very well been causing the entire form of space and time to start crumbling.

You're just a person, how would you know that? This is your first rodeo at playing God!

"Ew, why did I create mold?" you mutter, scampering away from a moldy loaf of bread in a trash can.

"I think that just came with... everything in general." Five shrugs, looking over at you as you retract your hand from the garbage can. "C'mon, we'll ride the train, see if we get anywhere new and get some food."

You nod, following him back to the train with a tired pout.

"Why did you create a timeline thats permanently stuck in the middle ages?" he asks

You shrug. "Thought it'd be fun, forgot I wouldn't be able to really get rid of it after."

He slowly nods and exhales. "Sounds about right, timeline-Jesus"

"Oh, hush. You single-handedly destroyed your timeline. You're not even supposed to exist."

He rolls his eyes, pulling you into the train car. "You like me anyways"

"I don't" you grumble, "I'm hangry as shit, and you ate our only food."

"You don't even like blueberries!"

"Shut up. I swear to the end of the world."

You fall to your knees, and then your face, laying on the floor. You listen to the train's rumbling, silencing your stupid consequences to your powers. God, you didn't need the taste of vomit plaguing your tongue and the sounds of nails on a chalkboard deteriorating your ear drums.

He lays down next to you, laying on his side, arms acting as pillows, facing you. "I'm sorry for eating our last rations."

"It's fine," you mumble, turning to face him. "Sorry. I'm just really overstimulated, I hate this. I wanna go home, whatever home even is."

He rests a hand on your arm, using his thumb to caress your skin. "It's fine. We'll get back- I'll get back to my timeline and fix everything. I promise."

"Feel like we should've gotten back years ago"

Five bites his tongue, tracing circles into your arm. "I know. I'm sorry."

Your eyes trail away from him. "Thanks for always being here. You could've left me a million times, but you didn't."

He smiles, "Not gonna leave timeline-Jesus all alone, now am I? Plus, I'd go insane. I can't be alone, been alone far too long."

You roll your eyes playfully. "I hope I'm your favorite interdimensional, God-like being, Five"

"My favorite? You're the only interdimensional, God-like being I know"

"Dude. That's the point"

"Oh.."

[absolutebl]

hi abl! I'm a huge fan of korean and japanese bl dramas and have devoured a bunch of them, but then I decided I wanted to try a thai drama and started lovely writer on a friend's recommendation. I only made it halfway through the first episode! it felt so overacted and oh my god the SOUND EFFECTS. they were driving me CRAZY. I know that's a common problem with thai bl, but I don't want to give up yet. any recs of more "toned down" shows for me to try? happy endings only, please! my favorite k/jbl series are semantic error, cherry magic, and love mate, if that helps! thanks so much!!!

Oh for sure, happy to help. I thought I already answered this one somewhere. Lemme check spreadsheet of doom...

Looks like not, so here we go.

10 Great Thai BLs with no (or few) BAD Sound Effects

Additional criteria: toned down, HEA, comps = Semantic Error, Cherry Magic, Love Mate (so you don't need high heat, slow burn is okay, and a little aggressive seme is fine too, got it!)

NOTE: If the GMMTV show is no long on YouTube it is likely on Viki or iQIYI.

1 A Tale of Thousand Stars

2021 GMMTV

With great casting and cinematography this drama nods at BL tropes but manages to elevate them (and itself) with a strong mature story concept about a spoiled rich kid who gets a heart transplant and becomes a teacher it order to pay out survivor’s guilt. On the way he falls in love with a local park ranger and contends with his own classism and escapist tendencies. Everyone seemed to perfectly suit their roles and GMMTV made the most out of its stable. Combined with excellent production (and post production) values, 1000 Stars is without question GMMTV’s most mature, charming, and smart BL series. I think it should go down as one of the top BLs of all time. I feel safe recommending this one to friends and non BL watchers.

I chose this first for you because it has no sound effects and a mature concept, it's very very classy. But it is a SLOW burn.

2 Cherry Magic

2024 GMMTV grey (sadly, with any luck Viki will eventually pick this up, but...)

A soft charming warm hug of a show about crushes and mind reading and self worth that really worked for me. With no-fuss execution from a consummate team (at GMMTV) and an OG lead pair (proving why they remain eternal and deserve to grow up).

Look, here’s the thing, Cherry Magic is a great Thai BL in its own right - not comparing it to any other iteration. But even when I do compare (and I've seen all the Cherries and read the manga) it stands strong. I, personally, like the Thai BL slightly better than the Japanese live action yaoi, but I think that’s because I just really enjoy Thai BL's style and I LOVE TayNew. Also all the kissing was both present and better in this version. As it should be from Thailand.

Now, even if your heart is lost to the original live action yaoi, this is a good way to understand what Thailand can do, and why it is the undisputed king of BL. But you do need to understand that is is a different take, an adaptation, if you will.

3 Bad Buddy

2022 GMMTV

This was GMMTV’s flagship BL and it started 2022 on a BANG (okay no actual banging but you know what I mean), starring heavy hitters Ohm & Nanon in a pitch perfect university Romeo & Romeo masterpiece that will give you domesticity meets pain whiplash throughout and jet lag at the end. Some of the friendship and family dynamics are overworked, but it has great production values, killer acting, and some conscious effort to correct for half a decade of Thai BL’s anti-queer mistakes.

This is the enemies to lovers BL to end all BLs. I chose it for you because of your love for Semantic Error, this is in a similar vein.

4 My Ride

2022 Gaga

Thai BL grew up with this pulp (the first ever to make my end of year top 10). It’s a truly lovely and special little show featuring the extremely rare pairing of sunshine/sunshine (AKA a cinnamon roll couple) plus mature explorations of relationships using one of the softest, sweetest and most innocent friends to lovers vehicles. Kindly, overworked doctor meets broken-hearted motorcycle taxi driver in an “other side of the tracks” slow burn romance. The support cast is excellent, making for great friendship groups and family dynamics. With honest queer rep that adds to, but doesn’t impede, the story, and genuine conversation about the nature of class, wealth, and classism, not to mention communication, honesty, and respect for boundaries, you can’t go wrong with this show. In other news, I am a sucker for a single dimple.

This is one of my "under appreciated gems" and if you can forgive it some of it's low production roughness I think you'll like the grit that comes with the sweet.

5 Step By Step

2023 Gaga & Viki

This was Thailand’s answer to KBL The New Employee, and everything I loved about that show I loved about this one. This office romance between a stern boss and sweet subordinate felt more authentic to cubical work than previous Thai BLs of this ilk. That authenticity added tension to the narrative and its characters' development (how novel). I also really enjoyed the charming side characters and the brothers' relationship to each other (although I could have done without that brother's side BL).

I chose this one specifically because of your Love Mate call out, although different dynamic.

6 ThamePo

2025 GMMTV YouTube (for now, I think this will move to a pay-to-play platform soon tho)

The boyband idol romance I've been waiting for from Korea, only Thailand did it instead. Quintessentially Thai and very GMMTV with good production values, great chemistry, and a solid support cast. It also was a hung romance mostly driven by external conflict and a found family reunion trope so I didn’t mind (too much) when that romance thread felt secondary. I loved it (except, of course, the singing).

I chose this because the visuals are on point (and your KBL addiction can only be explained in part through shallowness - solidarity) but also it's one of the better more recent BLs to fulfill your criteria. You want to know what Thai Bl is best at right now? This, this is it.

7 Wandee Goodday

2024 GMMTV

A charming modern Thai BL about a doctor and a boxer who start as a one night stand and then fall in love. Great rep for everything from Muay Thai, to safe sex, to FUN sex, to ace, to bisexuality, to smiley kisses, to the first legal gay wedding in a Thai BL. It’s a delight and I enjoyed (almost) every single moment of it. Without question its best traits are active positive representations of green flag boys, communication, and grown-up relationships but the chemistry is on point too.

Highly recommended as one of 2024's best pick-me-ups. Turn off your brain this is just a fun show. In fact, I think it might be time for a rewatch.

8 The Heart Killers

2025 GMMTV (iQIYI & Viki)

Jojo directs this action romcom about assassin brothers meets tattoo artist ex-booster & very flirty mechanic conmen. I dithered over how to rate this. It felt like an 8 show wearing a 9’s britches. There were dropped threads, forgotten characters, and unfinished plot lines even with a particularly long run time. And, for me, it doesn’t have significant rewatch potential. But it was fun (when one applies no expectations or logic) and I enjoyed the wildly unhinged relationships and, weirdly, music.

I mean nobody claimed that we needed Taming of the Shrew only with gay Thai hitman, but we really needed it. And no one asked for Petruchio as the gayest brat ever to strut his perfect skin and copped-top across our screen, and yet we loved him for it. Sure it didn’t make sense, was utterly absurd, but it was terribly earnest and sexy about it. In the end this goes hand-in-hand with all these other absurd crime pieces we’ve been getting since KinnPorsche, and frankly I like this one the best of the lot.

I'm not sure how you'll like this, it's a wildy soapy ride, and a bit EXTRA but the chemistry THE CHEMISTRY. Still, no skin if you drop it for reasons other than sound effects.

9 Your Sky

2025 iQIYI

As pulps go this is right up there with my favorite if all time, My Ride, but for different less complex reasons. This is a relatively simple yet endearingly old school story of a fake relationship between a sunshine sweetie and an older reserved rich kid who slowly fall in love. It's soft gentle low stakes leans on everything I love best about Thai BL. It’s a warm fuzzy robe of a show that will not hurt you.

Because you're used to shorter form BL you may find this slow, but that's okay. Get yourself a tropical drink or a bowl of ice cream and just... relax, enjoy. It'll all be alright in the end.

10 We Are

2024 iQIYI

I loved show, but it's last on this list for... reasons.

It was slow to find its stride (I didn’t get into it until ep 6) but I’m so glad I gave it a chance. It’s a soft ensemble piece with multiple couples (you will be introduced to most of GMMTVs pairs) and very little plot, but I didn’t care because it’s not trying to be anything more substantial. Essentially this was a series of vignettes covering one year of uni for a queer friendship group finding love, new friends, and laughter. Did it blow my mind? No. But it left me smiling and made me belly laugh quite a bit.

This one may be too MUCH much Thai BL muchness for you. So deifnately see if any of the others work first, especially Your Sky. This is more in that vein than others.

If those last 2 do end up working for you then you might also try Oxygen (2020 YouTube). Oxygen uses every BL trope in the playbook for one of the gentlest lowest angst BLs ever made. It’s a hyung romance (younger boy courts older boy) but very very earnest about it. Am I biased? Sure. This is probably one of my biggest comfort watches. But no one else ever seems to love it as much as I do.

I Thought About it But...

Okay so I took high concept and genre off the table because you didn't mention anything like that but I tend to rate those kinds of shows highly and it's one of Thailand's strengths in the BL sphere these days. So these are BLs I would ordinarily recommend but they are not JUST BL.

Until We Meet Again (YouTube) - my #1 top favorite Thai BL (the only one to have a 10/10 from me). Occasionally my all time most favorite of them all. May be a big dark for you, but if you could take The 8th Sense than you might like this.

Century of Love (Gaga) - If you don't mind some time travel-esk genre in your BL you might enjoy this one.

He's Coming to Me (YouTube) - this one has a strong paranormal element, but it is great. Boy and ghost boy fall in love, must solve ghost’s murder.

I Feel You Linger in the Air (grey) - an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). But the ending is not entirely happy.

La Pluie (Viki ) - This BL takes to task the fated mates trope and what it means to have love chained intimately to predestination.

The Sign (YouTube) - This show is the opposite of toned down, it's literally everything (except straight) all at once. It's BL, queer, band of brothers, romcom, erotica, PNR, fated mates, police procedural, fantasy, mystery, suspense, and slasher. It’s the king of genre mash-up chaos. Sure, it's madness but there is genius in it. Was it a crazy unhinged mess +1 roll for damage? Yes. Yes it was. Did it manage to hold all those tangled threads together? No it did not. Was it also a charming, sexy, engaging, non-stop piece of entertainment? Sure thing. Is it perfect? No. But it was balls to the wall FUN. Emphasis on balls.

Other's that you might like but I'm not confident on because of your comps and "toned down" preferences.

Laws of Attraction (iQIYI)

Triggers for violence, beatings, death and torture depicted on screen. This is a great gay suspense thriller with several solid couples, fun plot, killer characters, queer rep, and a happy ending. It is, however, not at all toned down. Charn may be my favorite lead character in all BL. However, this show is not entirely BL, more on the fringe, like Manner of Death.

My School President (GMMTV)

You didn't name any high school BL and I can't remember but this may have a few sound effects and it gets and little frantic and angsty. GMMTV gave us a classic high school set Thai BL with tropes like messy boys singing their feelings. Who let my BL be this wholesome and funny? This show was fantastic, it’s only flaw was the singing (and that’s my baggage). One of my favourite GMMTV BL offerings of all time. And yes, I've watched them ALL. But you have to like high school angst.

Not Me (GMMTV)

How do you say antidisestablishmentarianism in Thai? + hot boys kissing who probably shouldn't be and convoluted soap opera identical twins plot... someone at GMMTV thought it made sense, we just here for the tattoos and the the Pride scene. GMMTV gave us a dark disestablishment narrative (in a time of civil unrest) with established queer award-winning director Anucha and starring the biggest guns of BL, OffGun and THIS WAS AN AMAZING THING to get to experience at the time - nerve racking but remarkable. But was it ACTUALLY BL? It certainly has a lot of BL elements, but in the end romance was not what this show was about, or even what it was genuinely trying to be as a performance piece. Still a remarkable moment in Thai cinema, certainly worth your time. Don’t worry, it all ends happily.

I gotta say I feel the same way about Lovely Writer. I think I dinged it a whole point because of those sound effects. (And I actually really loved that show.) The bad effects slow (but never stop) in the second half, but it is possibly one of the worst offenders. And there are A LOT of offenders.

Also here's me trying to explain why those sound effects.

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[scribblecon]

the fort max fic was so cute!! 😭😭 I’d definitely love to see a part 2 (maybe where he and the reader get some time to interact with each other one-on-one? perhaps max finally gets a chance to pet them) if you’re up for it c:

How can I refuse? I love the big guy so much 😭

A Minor Fascination Part 2

SFW, fluff, GN reader

—

Fort Max suppresses a groan. He can see you staring at him and the perplexed look on your tiny face is, frankly, adorable. The urge to cross the room and squish your cheeks is real, but he resists. He looks away. He will not make a fool of himself again.

It feels like there’s some kind of role reversal going on. Up until a few days ago, Fortress Maximus was staring at you whenever you were in the same room as him. Now, ever since his stilted greeting and abrupt exit, you’re the one staring at him. The way he tries to subtly turn away from you whenever he catches your eye makes you think he’s too embarrassed to speak with you again. Not that you can blame him, but the other bots have been teasing you and it’s getting on your nerves. If he has a problem with you, best resolve it sooner rather than later. When Max makes his way to the bar’s exit, you’re ready and waiting.

“Fortress Maximus!” You call out to him as he walks past your table. He turns, frowning, until he realises it’s you and you swear his optics widen just a little bit. “Could you give me a ride? My hab’s a bit far to walk by myself.” You give him a grin that you hope comes across as sheepish, definitely not singling him out on purpose.

He stares down at you hesitantly, then looks to the ‘bots sharing your table. Surely one of them could- slag. Chromedome, Rewind and Tailgate. Three of the biggest lightweights on the ship and none of them look fit to drive right now. He sighs in resignation and holds a servo out for you, which you gladly clamber onto with thanks. Fort Max does his best not to react to the sensation of your tiny frame in his palm. How are you so small? So soft? Slowly, he lifts you until you’re cupped against his chest, making absolutely certain you’re secure, before he starts walking.

The two of you traverse the Lost Light in silence for several minutes, you enjoy the view peeking over Max’s hand from where he’s holding you, definitely higher up than any shoulder perch you’ve experienced with other ‘bots so far, and making the most of being surrounded by the heat radiating off his frame. Maximus, meanwhile, is trying to focus on finding your habitation suite, but is preoccupied with anxiety. Doesn’t want to drop you by accident. It is only when you reach an empty stretch of hallway that you speak up.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

“Can it wait until we get to your quarters?” Max keeps looking ahead. He knows where this is going.

“No, because I think you’ll drop me off and then immediately leave.” You look up at him, trying to make eye contact. Even when held against his chest, his face seems miles away. God he is massive. “I want to know why you’ve been acting so weird around me.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve been staring at me practically non-stop for two weeks. Also, that introduction of yours the other day…”

Fortress Maximus stops walking, opens his mouth to protest, then closes it. Frag. The botched interaction was one thing, but he really thought he was being subtle before that.

“I promise I will explain. When we get to your room. I can’t-” His voice drops to a near whisper. “I can’t talk about it out here.”

“Okay…” Eyeing him sceptically, you sit down in his servo and lean against his chest. “Let me know when you get there.”

—

“This is your hab suite, correct?”

You look over Fort Max’s giant hand to see a number and a door. Giving the affirmative, the two of you enter your room and he gently deposits you on the desk. You waste no time in looking for answers.

“Time to ‘fess up. What’s going on with you?”

Watching him deliberate on how to answer, shifting his weight slightly, you can’t help finding his awkwardness around you slightly charming.

“Your hair.”

“Pardon?”

“I… wanted to touch your hair. But I didn’t want to accidentally hurt you.” Fort Max looks away from you to his servos. “You look so soft but you’re just so… tiny.”

That’s… kind of sweet of him, actually. Even if he did just admit he wants to pet you like a dog. You give him a sympathetic look.

“I appreciate the restraint, but you could have just asked.”

Max looks back to you. “You wouldn’t mind?”

“Only if we redo our introductions. You ran off before I could tell you my name the other day.”

“Yeah,” He allows a small smile to cross his face. “Okay.” The smile falls when he hears you stifle a laugh.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just— that’s what you said last time, too.” You take a moment to compose yourself, then stick out a hand. “Let’s start over. I’m Y/N. Pleased to meet you.”

“My name is Fortress Maximus.” He reaches a digit out to meet your hand. “The pleasure’s all mine.”

“Okay, now that’s out the way…” You crouch down next to Max’s outstretched digit. “Stay still.”

“What are you do- oh.” Fort Max vents as you lean your head against his finger. It’s even softer than he imagined. He closes his optics, focussing on the sensation. Can feel some of the anxiety that has been gnawing at his spark since First Aid jump started him fade.

You admittedly feel a bit silly, rubbing the side of your head against a giant robot finger like a cat marking its scent on something. But said robot doesn’t want to hurt you and there is a real risk of him doing exactly that if he isn’t careful. He’s certainly more self aware of that risk than other ‘bots you can think of. So this is the workaround for now.

“You know, if you want to hold me or feel my hair again.” You stop moving, and place your hands atop Max’s digit, looking up at him. “You can let me know. I’m cool with it.”

Fortress Maximus opens his optics and looks down at you. How are you so kind to a mech like him?

“I think… I would like to hold you again.”

You smile up at him, your voice barely a whisper. “Yeah, okay.”

He sighs, the corners of his lips twitching as you collapse into giggles and he scoops you into his servos as gently as he can. You’re lucky you’re so cute.

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[acupofmochaa]

hi kavi @blackwaves i had to go through multiple gymnastics to bypass tumblr shoving this post into the mature content label. for some reason 😭 LOL anyways. here's the answer to ur asks

ayatsuji yukito—bsd !

favorite thing about them: i would say his fashion sense but i am personally irked (/lh) by the fact that his checkered pants have a singular pocket. not even another to pair, it's just that singular one. oyoyo-sensei made him redeem himself by putting him in that black turtleneck and jeans thank god 🙏 also Love that harukawa-sensei gave him down turned eyes, incorporated that into my own drawings of him hehehd

least favorite thing about them: that he's locked behind gaiden with kyogoku. atleast tsujimura is animated and voiced </3

favorite line: "how lucky i am as a detective." (<- yes this is the fan translated line. yes i prefer it more than the official one. </3)

brOTP: ayatsuji and ranpo best friendism agenda where they're the only one who can catch up to one another but also are on the verge of bickering every other minute. you all will listen. i am also very adverse to ayatsuji and ango partnership

OTP: soutsuji. is anyone surprised really

nOTP: ayatsuji/kyogoku... </33 im sorry. it's so hard for me to picture them in a romantic context

random headcanon: somewhere, in a countryside of japan, lays the ruins of ayatsuji's childhood town. ayatsuji remembers most of his childhood peering through the glass windows of his mother's doll store, waiting for his father to arrive home. he remembers clinging a little tighter to the dolls in the store whenever a passerby gives him another nasty glare. it was always like that, ever since those accidents started. his last memory of that town is the pungent waft of iron, from the blood coating his head, dripping down his face, down his clothes and clutching onto his pale skin—and although his memory is crystal, even he cannot recall exactly what the townspeople were cursing onto him that night, he'd assume it to be vulgar nonsense. yet all his eyes could focus on is the moon, shining down onto his heaving body.

unpopular opinion: he doesn't look like dazai idk why some fans call him blonde dazai 😭 their hair is similar sure but it's not? exactly down to a t?? ayatsuji would hate his ass (/affectionate)

song i associate with them: toxic, britney spears / crooked teeth, death cab for cutie / picture you, chappell roan / so beautiful, dpr ian / caring is creepy, the shins

favorite picture of them: how could i not include the woof scene. also forgot to include this in tsujimura's answer but i am vol 2 cover's biggest fan, real not fake. i am also very fond of each scene where ayatsuji is seen smiling fondly, i will in fact be wailing and screaming and crying once the manga gets to That part at the end of act 5

kyogoku natsuhiko—bsd !

favorite thing about them: his philosophy! admittedly i didn't see his appeal until After i read the light novel, where at the time, the interlude chapter hadn't been adapted in the manga just yet. the interlude chapter is my favorite chapter in gaiden, because it gave me insight to kyogoku's philosophy and morals and why he decided to become "evil," and even debating if he truly is what society deems as "evil." none of you would understand the joy i experienced when i saw that the interlude chapter was adapted, jumped in the air and clicked my heels like a cartoon character fr. i LOVE kyogoku, the bsd antagonist of all time actually

least favorite thing about them: that he's locked behind gaiden with ayatsuji. asagiri let them out please. pretty please. pretty please with a cherry on top

favorite line: "let's raise the curtain of the next game, shall we—?"

brOTP: does kyogoku/ayatsuji fall under here? i yearn for the lore behind ayatsuji and kyogoku and how they fell out bc wdym he was your previous student. wdym ayatsuji jokingly called kyogoku "sensei" in the hbd mayoi event what. What

OTP: uhh. none really. does the crackship me and a friend made of kyogoku/fukuchi count yes or no (i don't ship it i just find it funny)

nOTP: again, kyoaya </33

random headcanon: kyogoku may not be seen by everyone else that isn't ayatsuji but there can be indicators. if the temperature suddenly drops, and/or if ayatsuji looks more pissed than before. another headcanon of mine is that he's multilingual, and can communicate with ayatsuji with not only tons of other languages, but also through codes and ciphers. it stresses tsujimura out whenever ayatsuji starts angrily tapping his desk glaring at empty air. also if he isn't at least 60 years old im going to crash out (/hj).

unpopular opinion: not an opinion but moreso a plea @ non gaiden fans when talking about gaiden. please include kyogoku. i love ayatsuji and tsujimura to bits too but please include kyogoku. don't erase the old man pls </3 he is so vital to their partnership guys please. please (begging for more kyogoku content

song i associate with them: monitoring, deco*27 / shanti, wotaku / jet ammo, dasu / thrills, cake / animal impulses, iamx

favorite picture of them: looked through his gallery and he's always grinning of some sorts. what is bro grinning for. why is bro so mischievous

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

Pleaseeeee something freaky related to epilogue bill and a partner who's very eager to please him

(Lol i see you 🤭😏

Title: "You're Pathetic. Ugh..God why am I so hard

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You barely had time to breathe before Bill yanked you to your feet and pushed you against the wall, his mouth hovering just over yours.

“‘I’d do anything,’ huh?” he mocked you, but his voice was hoarse now, dark with want. “Jesus. You’re not even playing hard to get. You’re just—what’s the word? Obedient?”

You nodded, already dizzy from the way his hands gripped your hips, like he owned every inch.

“I bet you like that. I bet your brain short-circuits when someone tells you what to do.” His lips brushed your cheek, then your jaw. “Don’t need a dom, you need a handler.”

You whimpered. That earned a smug chuckle.

“God, you’re sick,” he whispered, biting down lightly on your neck. “That’s so hot.”

You reached for his shirt, and he let you pull it off, watching you the whole time with that unrelenting sneer.

“Tryin’ to please me like it’s your life’s purpose. What, you want a gold star? A pat on the head?”

Your fingers fumbled with his belt. He didn’t help. He just stood there, letting you do the work, lips twitching with every shaky breath you took.

“You’re practically shaking,” he said, mocking. “You nervous? Or just that fuckin’ desperate to make me feel good?”

You whispered, “Both.”

That made him pause.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “I'm not surprised.

Still, he didn’t stop. One hand tangled in your hair, the other trailing fire down your side, nails scraping along your skin just to watch you squirm.

“You think I’m gonna be gentle with you?” he growled. “You want sweet nothings and vanilla? Tough shit. I’m not gonna baby you.”

“I don’t want that,” you said, breathless. “I want you.”

He kissed you like he hated how much he needed you. Like his mouth was punishing you for pulling this side out of him.

“Gonna ruin you,” he murmured against your lips. “And you’re gonna thank me.”

---

Bill’s POV

Look at you.

On your knees, starry-eyed, breath hitchin’ like I’m some kinda fuckin’ god. It's pathetic. Embarrassing.

...And I’m hard as a fuckin’ rock.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, mostly to myself. You’re lookin’ up at me like I hung the moon. Like I’m not a washed-up asshole with rage issues and a neck cramp from yellin’ at nerds online.

You want me.

You want me.

What the hell is wrong with you?

And worse — I like it. I like that you’re begging. That you’re practically vibrating with the need to be good for me. That you’re waiting for every command like I’m gonna toss you a treat.

It should piss me off. Does piss me off.

But my hands are already on your face, and my dick’s already thinkin’ two steps ahead of me, and I’m gritting my teeth tryin’ not to lose it just from the way you say my name.

You look up, eyes all wide and eager, and I feel my control snap in half like a plastic lightsaber.

“You’re really gonna let me do whatever I want to you, huh?” I ask, already knowin’ the answer. My voice comes out low. Mean. I can hear the way it makes you squirm.

God, you’re such a freak.

And I’m worse, ‘cause I’m loving it.

I grab your chin, force your eyes to stay on me.

“You better earn it,” I hiss. “I’m not gonna hand it to you. You wanna please me so bad? Then work for it. Show me how much you need me.”

Your breath catches.

And I swear to God — if you keep lookin’ at me like that, I’m gonna forget every insult I had lined up. Gonna melt right into you and say somethin’ stupid, like how I’ve never seen anyone look so fuckin’ hot begging.

But nah. You don’t get that. Not yet.

So I shove all that softness down deep and give you a smirk instead — cruel, crooked, dangerous.

“Let’s see how good you really are,” I growl, hand tightening in your hair. “Make me believe it.”

You’re so close I can feel your breath on my skin, warm and uneven, like just being this near to me is short-circuiting your whole system. And yeah—yeah—that does somethin’ to me.

My zipper’s down. Your fingers are on me like you need to be, and I hate how fast I’m losing my grip.

“Slow down,” I bark, even though I’m the one about to snap. “You act like you’ve been starving for it. You that needy, huh?”

You look up through your lashes and nod. That’s all. Just a nod.

My stomach tightens, hard. It’s so goddamn hot I could choke.

“You don’t even care how much of a mess you look,” I mutter, pushing your hair back with a rough sweep of my hand. “You’re just sittin’ there, beggin’ for it, like a fuckin’ toy.”

I hate how much I love it.

Your lips part, and I sink into the warmth of your mouth with a guttural sound I don’t mean to let out. My hand grips the back of your head, not too rough—just enough to make sure you don’t stop. Not when it feels like this. Not when you’re making those little noises that shoot straight down my spine.

“F-fuck,” I hiss. “Keep goin’. Just like that. Don’t you dare stop.”

You’re too good at this. Too good. Like you’ve been practicing just to wreck me. My thighs are tense, jaw clenched, and I swear if you moan one more time, I’m gonna lose it—

And then you do. You moan. Soft, desperate, around me.

I grab the wall behind me for balance.

“Goddammit,” I growl, hating how close I am. “You’re gonna make me—fuck.”

I can’t even finish the sentence. My hips jerk, my breath stutters, and I let out a filthy, half-strangled groan as I come undone, hand fisting in your hair like you’re the only real thing in the world.

When it’s over, I’m panting, chest heaving, watching you wipe the corner of your mouth with your thumb like you know what you just did to me.

I’m still reeling.

Still wrecked.

Still hard in my head, even if my body’s too wrung out to show it.

“…You’re sick,” I mutter, running a hand down my face. “You get off on this shit, don’t you?”

You smile.

I look away. Try to look away.

But I’m already thinking about that lovely fucking mouth again.

---

[itsafreetrialofdeath]

master tacticians at work

[lunar-wandering]

do y'all think Macaque is falling back into the role that Azure and the others put on him by remaining on the outskirts of the group because he thinks his input/presence is unwanted (and yeah his presence isn't really wanted by MK and the others BUT. something about the fact Macaque is placing himself at the edge of the group, the edge that Azure and the others pushed him to, doesn't really sit well)

[not-brionnnne]

hey has anyone ever considered doing shinjiro smut for after the fade to black but he lays you across his lap, like has anyone ever considered the canon praise kink with him more—shinjiro who scolds you, calls you trouble and tells you to stay close to him like a "good girl", shinjiro who acts tough, pretends to be fed up with you pushing him around (he loves it, but that doesn't mean you're not gonna hear about it), ignoring what he wants, so two can play that game, and you think, god, he's not holding back anymore, he's going to kiss me, finally, we're going to— but no, he settles on his bed and pats his lap and tells you that you need to "take responsibility" for teasing him like that, messing with his feelings — "be a good girl." remember, you started this.

[skitskatdacat63]

Hiii CATIE!!!!! HIII

Im pretty pretty sure people have already asked BUT HOW WAS ATTENDING THE US GP LIVE!!!! WAS???? TELL ME!! DO YOU HAVE PICS??? I know I know im late.

I ALSO HOPE YOU GOT HOME SAFE AND SOUND AND THAT YOU ARE RESTING NOW+!!!(I saw the chaos you went through im deeply sorry for you :( )

ANYWAYS HOW WAS THE RACE? HOW WAS EXPERIENCING STROLLONSO LIVE?????? AND omg did you get pics of drivers??? :00

You must must share pleaseeeeee.wax.poet

OH MY GOD ELLE SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!!! IT WAS VERY COOL!!!!! VERY SURREAL!!!!!! I've taken a week to answer this but uhhhh yes I am in fact home now 🥰 I got home at like 1 am which was cool....

First of all I have to mention this! I was fighting for my life walking thru the Austin airport(from sleep deprivation), and I had my Fernando hat on my backpack, right? Some girl comes up to me and asks if I'm going to the GP, I say yes. SHE GAVE ME A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET, I COULD'VE SOBBED 🥹 It says on it "wtf is a km", I'm still so happy

COTA was the first race I ever watched, so to be actually at that track and watch a race live there was extremely surreal! Very hot though my god 😵‍💫 I think last year it was pretty hot, right? And my brother kept sending me the temp and it was pretty okay, and then of fucking course the temp leaps up to 89-97°(31-36° Celsius btw) right in time for the gp....so that was nice(I say as I burn in the sun like a vampire. But don't worry I didn't even really tan at all 😭 I always wore a hat and a lot of sunscreen. And meanwhile my brother was literally a lobster)

(This is a long post):

So unfortunately I missed the drivers parade because my brother and I were dying on Saturday night and his friends wanted to go first thing in the morning, and we're like "we will go later actually 😊" and missed it entirely 😭😭😭 but his friends took pics of Mclaren and Aston for me!!!!! But unfortunately I havent gotten them still, so I'll have to reblog this later with those! I took a lot of pictures of the cars I took from behind the fence, which I think I've posted some of? Lmk if anyone wants those!! They're very random, I just thought it was very surreal to see the cars flying past, so I took a million.

The coolest part was definitely running on track after the race was over!!! Soooooo surreal, and so I'm only gonna post pics rn from Sunday(bcs pic limit on phone) and also I think everything else kinda pales in comparison(but of course lmk if there's anything you're interested in seeing 🤭)

Okay and did I see any drivers...? ONLY ONE BUT AAAAHHHH I DID SEE LANDO!!! Not even one of my favs but it was soooooo surreal to see him, even from afar. As you can see above, everyone standing on the fences was blocking the view 🙄, but during the podium, I was focusing my camera btwn their legs and got literally one second of Lando 😭 I think its a pretty aesthetic clip, so I gifed it!!

It was so funny, I went to the gp with my brother and friends, so all these older guys yeah. And I was showing this off to them on the ride home, and his one friend was praising me so much for it 😭😭 like: "oh my god!!!! You could put this in an edit !!! This is so sick!!!!"

Oh one other thing!!! I think I've mentioned it before but my god, my favorite f1 podiums are always the ones with confetti, right?? AND THERE WAS CONFETTI AT THIS RACE!!!

LOOK AT HOW PRETTYYYYY!!!! And so anyways, I picked up so much confetti off the ground and now it lives forever in my phone case 🥰🥰🥰 I have no other room for pics on this post(for now) but oh my godddddddddd most of the confetti were just rectangles BUT THERE WAS ALSO ONES SHAPED LIKE TEXAS!!! SO COOL!!!!! And I also picked up a bunch of tire marbles off the ground!!! And a piece of plastic that probably came off some car. It was so funny when all of us were just scrounging off the ground. My bro's one friend somehow found a piece of carbon fiber, and we're all like "how can I kill him in his sleep and steal this from him..." But no the highlight actually of that process was watching my brother sprint to the podium, but stopping and grabbing a bunch of gravel first to shove in his pocket 😭😭😭

The other two days were fun as well, but also a lot of just dying in the heat and drinking a fuckton of red bull, so there's not too much specifically to say! I really liked hearing the cars. I think if you wanna know what's actually going on in a race, watching from home is better, but hearing the cars go by and seeing them is just so fucking sick. It was so funny to see grown men be like "I think I'm going to cry hearing these cars." I was really flexing on them with "uhhh yeah I've already been to a gp already 🙄🙄"

Anyways I ended the day by breaking bank by buying my dad and myself Fernando shirts because he is of course Fernando's biggest fan 🥰🥰 and I bought the most delicious overpriced lemonade, which I only drank half of bcs my brother proceeded to accidentally elbow it out of my hand....

OH WAIT ONE MORE DETAIL LOL. On Friday, my brother and his friend were waiting in line for smth and I was talking to them outside of the barrier. I look down, hmm theres a red cap abandoned on the ground, I pick it up, it is in fact a Ferrari hat. And that is how my brother acquired a $40+ dollar hat for free. Lucky bastard....I was the who found it!

[thatdude-noah]

(with the understanding I haven't seen it and like don't suuuuper care about spoilers but have not been looking at the tag on purpose)

FAVORITE SPIDER PEOPLE GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME

FANTASTIC QUESTION THANK YOU SO MUCH

( spoiler free but also i am using this as an excuse to ramble a little :) )

SPIDER-PUNK my boy. i have loved him since before this movie because i think he is very cool!! he has a limited comic run that i enjoyed very much. and he's so good in across the spiderverse!! his character is so fun and i feel like it's true to his comic counterpart. hobie brown i love you <3

i hold a special place in my heart for all spider people truly. but i think this movie does a great job with peter b. parker and miles, who i love very very much. i think peter b is great because i just love the jake johnson energy that he brings.

and miles is always great!! i think miles is such a great character to carry a spider-man story through. he is so true to the spider-man story, and this movie is still part of his origin story—he is learning and growing, which is always an important part of spider-man. i also think the other miles stories are great, like miles comics and even the ps5 video game. he's definitely up there for one of my all-time favorite spider-men, but hobie has a certain energy that puts him first.