#they could immediately send someone to red. at which point the person knows they only have one life left and they know exactly who caused it

[boogey-blockers]

miss her (Traffic smp) so much I just want her (Traffic smp) back

[sanemistar]

too close — sanemi shinazugawa

contents ★ fem!reader, fluff, enemies to lovers, wc: 1.k ﾉ requested for my milestone event. note: this turned out to be much longer than i intended to omg event m.list ★ kny m.list

you had no idea how you ended up in this position with sanemi of all people, he was the very last person you had in mind when imagining scenarios like that. yet there you were, leaning so close to him, a little too close. the very little distance between two of you was so alarming to the point where you could feel his every hot breath fanning against the skin of your face, sending shivers down your spine. your eyes directly staring into his own deep lilac ones in a painfully prolonged gaze, as if you were seeing through each other’s souls. the surrounding air was filled with tension that was so intense and so strong. it was so silent that you could hear the sound of your own heartbeat as you heart raced like crazy like it was about to burst out of your chest and explode.

“you’re way too close…” sanemi finally spoke up in an irritated tone, breaking the thick layer of awkward silence around you. his eyebrows furrowed in perplexity as a confused expression made its way onto his face. by then, you would’ve immediately leaned back, walked away from him, and acted like nothing had ever happened. but for some odd reason, your feet were still heavily glued to the ground, not daring to move an inch as your face became even closer to his. like if there was some sort of gravity drawing you in, pulling you closer towards him.

“and if i get closer, will you push me away?” you replied back in a somewhat teasing tone, which was probably just to get a reaction from him before he’d get you off of him and leave. you enjoyed seeing his mad reactions, he was your rival after all. but instead of getting the usual mad reaction you had expected, sanemi fell silent. as if he was contemplating on what to say next, which was quite unlike him. the sanemi you knew would’ve pushed you to the side and stormed off without a second thought, so the way he reacted made you feel a little nervous, a little unsettled. like why was he still close, why was he still there? questions and rampant thoughts were running wild in your head.

“you want me to? or do ya want us to kiss or something?” he asked back as the saga of questions continued. until a strange, unfamiliar desire suddenly hit you upon hearing his words. and before you had realized that you had no control over your body, it moved on its own. closing the whatever remaining distance left between you and him as your hand quickly grabbed his shirt and smacked your lips on top of his, pulling him into a quick kiss that only lasted for just mere seconds. it was clumsy, hasty and full of uncertainty, completely different from what you had in mind. maybe because you weren't kissing someone you had a crush on, but a person you thought of as an enemy.

you didn’t know what possessed you back then when you did that, you weren't the type to act on impulses. every single move you took, no matter how small, was carefully calculated, you never acted recklessly. and for the first time in your life, you defied your logic and broke your own rules as you allowed yourself to act upon your emotions in the heat of the moment. you were overwhelmed with a mix of new emotions you never thought you would feel, and you couldn’t believe yourself. the man in front of you whom you just kissed was your foe, your arch-enemy, your nemesis. you were supposed to hate, and even regret initiating it. but surprisingly, the only thing you regretted was breaking the kiss too quickly and abruptly.

who would've thought that kissing one's enemy would be so good, was what you thought.

you were certain that your face was flushed in embarrassment and was as red as a tomato. he'd probably laugh at you and tease you about it for as long as you lived, you basically gave him an opportunity on a golden plate.

or at least, that was what you thought was the case.

what you never saw coming though was that, instead of him acting in his usual aggressive attitude, his eyes were wide open, clearly taken aback by the sudden action. he was showing a softer expression, one that you'd never seen before. a slight tint of red decorated his scarred face. it got you thinking that maybe it wasn't a bad idea after all.

"i dunno what have you done to me, but i wanna kiss you again." sanemi admitted as he leaned close to you once again, and you'd nodded in agreement before you locked your lips with his again for a second time. this time, it was a slow, passionate kiss. completely different from the first one. and you made sure to take your sweet time savoring his taste. unexpectedly, he tasted like ohagi, so sugary and sweet. contrasting his standoffish, scary demeanor.

you hadn't realized that you two had been kissing for quite some time until you felt yourself unable to breathe properly as your chest rapidly moved up and down, and that your lungs were practically begging for air. the two of you pulled away, panting as you desperately needed some air. your head was still spinning and dizzy as an aftermath of that intimate kiss, it was much better than the first one that you were left wanting more.

"i think i'll like you, so how about a third kiss?" you softly whispered against his ear as he slightly flinched. "you know the saying, third time's the charm." coaxing him to go in one more time.

before that day the thought of you kissing sanemi would've never crossed your mind, let alone liking him. but if you could go back in time, you'd still choose him, your dear nemesis, again and again. in a heartbeat.

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[astonmartinii]

hi!! i dont know if you're still taking requests but if you are, can you please do a max verstappen smau with fem reader, where reader is a huge max fan and they like end up together in the end. i love all of your work and i've probably reread most of your work!! your doing great and i hope you have a good day 🫶

worlds biggest fan | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x reader

y/n is the president of the official max verstappen fan club, but nothing can come of that, right?

(this'll probably just be part one so let me know if you want a part two)

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maxverstappenarchive: max took the win at monza this weekend after a late safety car. the dutchman once again showed he’s a mentality king ignoring all the boos from the tifosi. they hate what they can’t have.

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user1: max verstappen the man you are

maxverstappen1: 🧡

maxverstappenarchive: super max 🏆

yourusername: jealousy is a disease get well soon xoxo

user2: i love how she comments like we don’t know she runs this account

user3: SHES THE ADMIN???

user4: i personally love when maxverstappenarchive gets sassy with it like the caption didn’t have to serve so hard

yourusername: someone has to defend him and it’s got to the point i no longer need to argue with people over the internet i need a GUN

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user5: we can see you by the way max

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yourusername: the library knows my face way more than it should :(

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user6: she’s almost too cool to be the literal president of the max verstappen fan club

user7: no i need her to be this cool cause it makes us 10% cooler by association

user8: she single-handedly covers us from the embarrassment from the middle aged drunk men in the orange army

user9: she’s so chill about the fact that victoria and max are just constantly in her likes

yourbff1: i can assure you she is not chill about it

yourbff2: like at all

yourbff1: wow i wonder who takes these lovely pictures of you at the library and conveniently only takes them when you’re not having a meltdown

yourusername: i love yewwwww xxx

yourbff1: you can repay me when you become a wag

yourusername: PLS don’t say that i shan’t abuse my position as president

yourbff1: shame

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f1: it all got a little much in the baku sprint race as george russell made contact with max verstappen on the opening lap giving the red bull damage for the entire race. the two came to blows in parc ferme with verstappen sending a number of expletives russell’s way. what do you think?

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user15: is mad max back?

user16: he never left he’s always been a big whiny baby, lewis would never

user17: no need to call russell a dickhead, crashtappen can’t handle someone actually racing him for once - just like his dad

maxverstappenarchive: max has never been a “whiny baby”, he may have been a little hot-headed and someone who always spoke his mind but he could never be categorised as a whiny baby. if you have such a problem with drivers calling other drivers dickheads then you should take it up with hamilton who did the exact same a few seasons ago. you simply have a problem with max’s success which is a you problem and there is no reasonable reason for you to bring jos verstappen into this argument, it immediately invalidates your argument.

user18: period oh my

user19: she spilt so hard here

user20: ignoring whatever domestic just happened in this comment section to say that i don’t care who is in the right - i just live for the drama

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f1wagsandtea: meet y/n y/ln, the president of the max verstappen fan club. she’s a student at UCL studying english literature and french and unapologetically defends max at all times. however people have been taking notice of how she’s never actually been to a race and how max has been subtlety liking comments about their relationship potential. what do you think about y/n and max?

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user23: kinda creepy that she literally runs his fan club but also it’s kinda cute idk i’m having a crisis over this

user24: i need this not to happen cause i’ll become so delusional and think i can pull charles

yourusername: some people are broke i’m working to go to a race but unfortunately i need food and a place to live first

user25: speaking for the broke queens i love you

maxverstappen1: it’s a bit too late to sort tickets for this weekend, but i can do dinner next week?

yourusername: time and address and im there

user26: bro the dms are there for a reason

maxverstappen1: noted

user27: why did you say that i wanted to witness max verstappens rizz :(

yourbff1: i usually hate these accounts cause y’all too nosey for your own good, but you got my bestie a date with her dream man so you get a pass just this once

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yourusername: slow weekend

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user30: she's playing it too cool i'd be a literal puddle on the floor rn

yourbff1: rest assured that she's been screaming about it for at least the last three days

maxverstappen1: 🧡

yourusername: amazing race maxy 🦁

user31: she's so cool but also CAT

user32: my spidey senses are picking up cat play dates with jimmy, sassy and ... the orange one yourusername: his name is moose user32: not what i was expecting but seems fitting user33: was half-expecting his name to be max maxverstappen1: me too yourusername: guys i'm not that bad yourbff2: her old goldfish was named max yourusername: STOP EMBARRASSING ME

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maxverstappenarchive: max won the belgian grand prix to take his win tally to 35 career wins! congratulations max 🧡

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user34: so like when is he legit going to be in the goat conversation?

user35: genuinely this dominance is so so impressive

maxverstappen1: see you in a couple days 🧡

user36: leave the flirting to the personal accounts verstappen yourusername: i'm so excited you wouldn't believe

redbullracing: in max we trust

maxverstappenarchive: generational talent

user37: i know they won't but can someone livestream this date cause i wanna watch maxverstappenarchive lose her literal mind

yourusername: no mind will be lost i am a grown woman yourbff1: sureeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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note: i nearly got to the photo limit so i'm gonna leave this here but i have a lot of ideas for this scenario so let me know if yall want a second part !! also hope this actually fulfilled the original request ??

[stealingyourbones]

Not sure if this has been suggested before but what do you think about a DP x DC Cross where the JL discover Amity because the "It's Not Gay if he's Dead" joke escapes containment into mainstream? Also I love your blog! You're awesome.

aaaaa thank you sm hun! I really appreciate that :D I'm glad you enjoy my funky lil blog!

And now, I threw this idea at a fellow who is simply me with prompts but even more unhinged and they wrote a thing. I present to you, This:

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Escaping containment implies that the content got leaked somehow. 

Maybe after so long with dealing with ghosts on their own, especially with ghosts that can control and use tech the people of Amity Park decide to self isolate. Phantom and Red Huntress are considered the only main heroes allowed in Amity, one out of pride and two out of concern of a ghost possessing an foreign hero. 

There was a fight and the tech isolation software glitched or a satellite picks up something on accident, letting a small leak occur. Nothing major, just a small joke. 

A blurry photo of a white haired teenager with a fancam like edit around him and the words "It's Not Gay if he's Dead." 

Which on its own wouldn't have taken off very much on the internet, but someone pointed out that the teenager was wearing what was very obviously a hero outfit. Leading to people wondering just who exactly this hero is or was. 

So they dig, and it turns out the “one” leak wasn't the only one to happen. 

The internet finds out there's not just one meme. There's hundreds of them. All originating from a single midwestern city and mostly focused around one person, the white haired teenager that is referred to as Phantom in most memes. 

Theres edits of a female musician with bright blue hair with text saying “that moment when a dead girl is your bisexual awakening” and “Its not a crush on a villian if shes not alive.” 

There's even photos of these slime-like creatures. With dozens of different memes referring to them. Varying from calling them green pigeons, to talking about tossing them like a sports ball.  

Theres even a photo of Dash and most of the football team are wearing group shirts that all say “It's Not Gay if he's Dead” with Phantoms logo on it, half as a joke and half because some of them would definitely date Phantom if they could. 

It's not even the Justice League that finds the jokes first, it's the younger generation of heroes. 

(It's how Tim asks Kon for a date. He sends a meme with Danny getting flunged in the worlds most tumbling superhero pose with the below text "It's not gay if he's dead." Tim immediately sends another text "But it is gay if he's an alien, 10pm picnic date?")

The different memes get passed around, none of them taking them that seriously, until it gets to Batman. One of the memes is sent in the bat group chat by one of the Bat kids to ask Jason about getting group Batburger later. “If your hero’s dead its not gay, it’s just hero worship, even if you want to meet him behind the Nasty Burger.” 

It's the hyper specific wording that gets Batman to look into it. He only finds the memes, nothing else. No town called Amity Park, no hero called Phantom, no trace outside of a reference to a defunct and wiped completely clean government branch and references to a nonexist law. 

This leads him to contact the Justice League, including the JL Dark, for a meeting. 

Surprisingly quite a few members recognize the teen outside of the memes. Flash, Captain Marvel, Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Aquaman, and some of the JLD. The Flash refuses to say anything due to timeline continuum dangers. Wonder Woman, Aquaman, and Martian Manhunter mention someone like him appearing in ancient texts, but nothing beyond that. The JLD that know are physically and contractually unable to say much beyond Phantom being a hero and very important. 

It’s Captain Marvel that genuinely knows anything about him. “That's Danny, he's pretty cool. He's even helped me out a few times!”

The rest of the JL are surprised, Marvel gets more questions and answers some of them. He doesn't share the knowledge that he's helped Billy at handling the whole secret child hero thing, and that he's welcome in Amity. Just enough information to make the League stop looking into Phantom, Ember, Cujo, all of Amity. 

It works, mostly. 

Batman has never been one to let sleeping dogs lie…

-From Bones’ GhostWriter, S.

[nerdyloverparadise]

IM DONE STARVING YOU GUYS!!

Pt.3 of Chuuya Fanfiction/Headcanons.

2.2k Words

Disclaimer: This is basically like a fanfiction to the Headcanons. Explaining the course of which the reader and Chuuya "nurtured" their relationship. This is only the first part of the story because I didn't want to continue starving the people for so long so please enjoy it. This scene was recommended by someone also to include so I did my best. It contains the following things: groping, harassment (not from Chuuya!), choking, cursing, unspoken tension. ENJOY!!

Months went by of working in the Port Mafia together and upon analyzing how well Chuuya mentored you, Mori decided to partner you both often on missions. Oftentimes it was you, Chuuya, and one other person who was a strategist. The partner hated tagging along due to you and Chuuyas banter but it's just a regular occurrence at this point.

JEALOUSY

Now that we’ve set the groundwork… How did you two end up falling for each other? It all started when Mori assigned you both to a mission—one that would reveal just how jealous Chuuya could be when someone else laid hands on you.

The mission involved seducing a big-shot gambler to draw him away from his table long enough for Chuuya to search his belongings and determine if he needed to be eliminated. The man might be innocent, but Mori’s philosophy was always better safe than sorry.

Mori: I have a task for both of you.

Chuuya and You: What is it?

Mori: This man might be in cahoots with a well-known gang around Yokohama. I need you to locate him and search him for any leads.

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Chuuya: I could handle this by myself.

“As if, you always need me.” You nudge Chuuya’s shoulder, and he immediately wants to toss you out the window.

Chuuya: I do not NEED you!

You: Yeah, right. You need me like you need your next breath.

For some reason, this line struck a nerve with Chuuya. Not because it angered him, but because it sparked a twinge of desire. He enjoyed bantering with you, realizing that his days without you were a blur compared to the ones you spent together on missions. He grits his teeth and clenches his fists, his cheeks growing red as his breathing becomes shallow and jagged. Mori, of course, notices Chuuya's sudden silence, his hand raking through his hair to appear casual while his face flushes crimson.

Mori: I have an idea, Y/N. You’ll play an imperative role in this mission. I need you to seduce the gambler. It's a quick and easy way to ensure our success.

You: Alright, that's fine. Nothing difficult.

Chuuya’s eyes widen as he processes what Mori just said. Seduce? Seduce??

Mori: Unless… our fiery friend here has a problem with that. Huh, Chuuya?

Chuuya: Problem? No, there's no problem. Why would I have a problem, Boss?

Mori: Judging by the redness of your face, the sudden lack of aggression, and the sweaty palms… I just wanted to ensure you’d be okay with her seducing another man.

Chuuya didn’t quite know what he was feeling, so he vehemently rejected the suggestion.

Chuuya: What the… groans Let’s just find the guy, Y/N.

He's dragging you by the arm out of Mori’s office, his hat over his face to hide his flushed expression. He doesn't speak for a while, walking straight out of the PM with you stumbling behind, struggling to match his long strides. He must be really bugged by something; you didn’t know he could walk that fast.

Later, you both enter the casino, greeted by flashing lights and bustling aisles. Addicts play their hearts out, sending their money spiraling down the drain. You walk in front of Chuuya, your hips swaying fluidly with each step. Something clicks in Chuuya's head—his eyes are glued to the sleek motion of your backside instead of his surroundings. Shit… Why the hell am I so entranced by this? They've always worn this, what’s different today?

You’ve put on something more form-fitting for the mission, a little more business casual but not completely safe for work. Your curves are hugged in all the right places, and he can’t tear his eyes away. How your legs are so nice, toned, and thick, just like…

You continue to scan the area, and Chuuya makes his way to your side. “See anything, brat?”

“No, not yet, Chuus.”

“Chuus? Seriously, you're such a loser.”

“It’s just a nickname, don’t be a dick about it.”

As you both move through the casino, you spot a big, burly man at a table with a group of alcohol-reeking guys. He’s holding a deck of playing cards, spinning one on his fingertips. His chest hair peeks out over his half-buttoned shirt. Not only does he look like a big-shot gambler, but he also has a suspicious duffle bag under his chair.

Chuuya, that’s definitely our guy.” Before Chuuya can react, you’re already walking over and asking to sit on the man's lap. All part of the mission. Chuuya lingers in the distance, but his eyes are locked on you both. Watching as your hands grace the man's chest, seducing him into letting you sit in his lap. Your fingers trail down his neck, and you whisper compliments into his ear with your lips brushing the lobe as you speak. The man looks at you like you’re the hottest thing on earth, cards damn near spilling out of his hands as his friends watch in awe, and Chuuya is clenching his fist, trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks.

“I fuckin’ hate that brat. No way.”

The man's rough hands wrap around your arm and pull you onto his lap. He adjusts in his chair a little before continuing his game. Throughout the entirety of it, you can feel his pants tightening underneath you, the groin area of it pushing against the swell of your ass. You use it to your advantage and grind down into him causing his breath to hitch.

“Ya like that?” You whisper into his ear, catching a glimpse of Chuuya out of the corner of your eye. He looks fine.

“Don't start sumthin ya can't finish, sweetheart…” He responds, his voice husky and smooth, like how a villain would sound. A large hand comes down to rest on your thigh, pulsing between light squeezes and ones with more pressure.

Chuuya’s eyes are piercing your skin like bullets now. It feels like his clothing is tightening on his body, leaching to his flesh as it collects sweat. His eyes are glued to the hand on your thigh, his mind wandering as he watches it ripple with each touch. Anyone who was watching him right now would see him unballing his fist and latching his hand onto his own thigh, squeezing it tightly in his hand in tandem with what he was seeing. Suddenly the burly man stands up with you still in his arms, his big thighs scooting the chair back for him. You look no less than cocky with a big grin on your face. The man has you in his arms bridally, your upper body reclining against the crook of his arm, head suspended in the air, and hair cascading downward under the pull of gravity.

“Got sumn to take care of now, boys. I’ll catch ya later.” He steps out from between the chair and the poker table, leaving the duffle bag under his chair as planned. This was supposed to be Chuuya’s cue to collect it, to search the contents for anything suspicious, but his feet felt cemented in place by the weight of his envy. Why? They were always at each other's throats, so why the sudden concern? Not even he could answer that, but the pool of warmth forming in his pelvis could. He eventually snaps out of it when he sees your arm waving frantically, echoing the look on your face as you mouth, “Chuuya, grab the bag!” The man rounds the corner, disappearing along with his muscular frame and you in his arms.

You barely had half a second to scrutinize Chuuya's face, and all you could see was pure aggravation. That's the only detail you could fixate on as you were whisked away to the casino's backrooms. Then, Mori’s words echoed in your ears, emphasizing the flush on Chuuya's face when you mentioned how indispensable you were to him—like his next breath. Were you truly that indispensable? It was meant to be a joke, but Chuuya's intense scrutiny of the man's hands as they cradled your thigh with a fervor that mirrored his gaze during heated confrontations left you questioning. That same blazing passion, usually only unmasked when you were at intense odds, was being applied to this situation too. The realization dawned on you with startling clarity---was he starting to feel something for you?

Chuuya darts over to the table, his mouth deduced to a thin line, masking any trace of emotion. The men at the table didn't pay too much mind to the bag being stolen so it was simple enough. He tucks himself away into a corner and starts to search the bag. There was money, obviously stolen, artifacts, and documents of certain government information which was supposed to stay under lock and key. “Yeah… we definitely got our guy. Great for me, I'm itching ta-” His remarks were cut short by a throaty scream. “Get the hell off of me!”

Chuuya knew that yell like the back of his hand, he'd encountered it time and time again back at headquarters when he was screwing around. He dropped the items that were inside of the duffle and looked up, his eyes skimming to the side slightly as if the sound were right next to him. “Whattt? Thought ya liked me, sweetheart?” He was damn near ready to hurl at the commotion. He knew exactly what was going on but his body was frozen momentarily, his mouth slightly ajar as he crushed the handle of the bag in his hands. “Pretty collar ya got there. Let me show you a good time, little doll.” A smug grin plastered on his face from ear to ear. “Come on, you were damn near riding my thigh earlier, I know you're just ready for me down there, yeah?” His lips were grazing your ear as he spoke, his breath hot and rank with liquor. Your little frame was smashed into the wall by his hunky one and he wasn't relenting, not even when you started to sweat and squirm, a look of terror in your eyes that didn't betray the fear shooting through your body.

It was almost as if Chuuya could hear the leather of the choker burning into your skin as that man's hand came down on it tightly. The slight squeak and scrunch it made against your flesh as your chin flew up into the air, throat straining for oxygen it wasn't receiving. His rough hands were unyielding, merciless, as they pushed your back flush against the wall. Your head was thumping now, blood running through it like a riptide as it bumped the wall several times, but you couldn't blow your cover, not even when his hands started to wiggle their way down in between your bodies, trailing down your stomach like eerily soft trickles of rain.

“Nngh.. Ah-hach! CHUUYA--Goddamit! TODAY PLEASE!” The voices were very faint but Chuuya could hear them perfectly clear. His knees steadied as he got up from his squat quickly, using his gravity manipulation to make himself a bit lighter as he darted to the corner he'd seetn you get whirled around earlier. His body seemed to take initiative before his brain did. What was happening to you hadn't even had time to register properly before he was already halfway to where you resided chaotically.

You were starting to gasp for air as the man's hand tightened around your neck firmly. Coughs littering the air around you.

“Who’s Chuuya, hm? Some twink, sweetheart? Doesn't matter, no one's saving ya.”

“He'll kick your-!”

“Ah… watch your mouth, doll. You put yourself in this situation and now… I'm gonna get my fix outta you.”

His hands seemed to pulse, allowing you enough air to keep your vision from going out. It felt like he was about to break the choker you received from Chuuya and that made a wave of anxiety shoot through you. A pit of uneasiness settling right above your pelvis. Your feet were starting to lift from the floor slightly, onto the tips of your toes. Your teeth clenched together in a desperate attempt to wiggle free ever so slightly.

“How would your mother feel if she knew this was how you handled women?” A familiar raspy voice echoes from around the corner, followed by a blaze of orange and red light. His glare was deadly, barely any time had passed before he had the man crushed up against the wall, feet off the ground with drool dribbling down his chin. 'And just so were clear, I aint a twink.’

You’re watching the whole display from the ground, having fallen to the ground when the man released you, hacking and coughing for air while Chuuya handled the rest. When he’d apprehended the guy and freed you, he scowled at you with an intensity that rivaled a full on reprimand. His eyes were darkened and narrow, his lips stretched in a straight line. It’s like you could hear his thoughts, even in this half of a second. It wasn’t a normal seething rage, it was fueled by something deeper. Something so strong that his eyes seemed to talk on their own, like an “ill handle you later” type of glare.

[karshown]

literally this is js abt how Choso would more than likely act if he was Y/N's bf/husband.

Choso's personality: calm, chill, doesn't like attention nor does he crave it, likes to be more in the shadows, clingy, honestly inlove with you & refuses to notice any other woman thats not you.

hes a homebody

fempoc reader x choso

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Scenario #1:

Out of you two, you were the one that was outgoing, extroverted & loved being the center of attention around crowds of people. You were always the spotlight in any circumstance, whether you liked it or not (which you always did.)

Choso on the other hand simply hated it, he hated the thought of having all eyes on him or being around more than 2-3 people, or people in general. Anyone who wasn't you simply didn't have his attention, nor did he want to indulge in any conversation with them.

Anytime you two went to a party it was strictly him following you around like a lost puppy, & you jumping from place to place to at least have a small conversation with almost everyone at the large gatherings.

So today when you mentioned you two having to attend a party with more people than the last, he was truly sick to his stomach as much as he wanted to vomit he held it in.

His stomach churned as he wanted to curl into a ball, all he wanted to do was stay home with you, only you.

"Choso comeee onnn!! lets see the light in this one thing!" you encouraged as you tugged on his arm, he wouldnt budge, not even a little. He slouched into the couch beneath him, manspreading in a desperate attempt to make you change your mind without actually telling you to change your decision.

"So stubborn," you blurted out as he huffed and puffed, you two were truthfully opposites. Moving closer to him, relaxing into the couch you begged and pleaded, clasping your hands together while doing so.

"Just this one time, baby, pleaseee.." you whispered into his ear, sending a slight shiver down his spine as the small hairs on his neck rose. the word 'baby' did something to him, made him feel some type of way that he'd never felt before, made him want to beg to be called 'baby,'

Made him act out.

"I don't want to." Chosos rough voice echoed throughout the house, spooking you as you almost forgot the sound of his voice. Despite that, this only made you frustrated, now thinking of it though, you two go out almost all of the time? maybe you could stay in the house this one time.

"Okayyy fine!!" Choso was more than relieved at this point he took this moment as a miracle, in the blink of an eye he swiftly pulled you closer, you sat in between his spread legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist, snuggling into your bare shoulder, although his actions took you by surprise, you were satisfied.

Maybe staying at home wasn't too bad.

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Scenario #2

You had your phone turned off for a few hours, all you wanted was to finally get sleep, even if it was just for a little over 4 hours, you barely slept yesterday or the day before that. Your body was starting to feel like you were floating, as if you were naturally high.

Choso had been blowing up your phone for the past few hours, naturally you didn't know that, you felt at peace until..

BOOM.

My door swung open aggressively as it hit the wall behind it, my red, lowlided eyes shot openas I jerked awake immediately.

"fuck.." I whined to myself as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, barely processing that someone was towering over my figure from behind. The second I noticed the bigger shadow that ate mine up alive, I stiffened.

I barely could force any words out of my mouth, I couldn't even pry my lips apart. I soon felt a strong hand putting its entire weight on my shoulder, I swallowed the lump in my throat as my legs went limp. Was he going to kill me? were they even a he?

"I called you 79 times, facetimed you 20, and texted you at least 60, i even went as far as to check your social media account for any activity. I thought you were DEAD." Choso tightened his grip on my shoulder as despite the situation I was in, I felt relieved that I wasn't near death.

Until I took a moment of realization, that's not normal.

"m-my phone was turned off.." I stuttered as I tried to finally form an actual sentence, It was like I had to remember how to speak. Choso loosened his grip on my shoulder and eventually his hand dropped. At that point I hadn't realized that I had been holding my breath the entire time until I let out a loud sigh.

Soon Choso grasped onto the fact that he probably looked like a psychopath right now, especially after saying his actions outloud in the open which allowed him to register everything. Understanding how bad this situation might've seemed.

"O-oh well um, I realized that I might've acted out." He lowly said as he directed his attention elsewhere, to the floor beneath him clearly disappointed in himself. I shifted around as I turned to face him, the vulnerability was clear.

This side of Choso was a rare sight. I let out another sigh, this time a little louder than the last.

"Choso, I don't blame you, I completely understand, my love." I stood on my toes as I cupped the side of Chosos face in my hand, gently grazing my lips onto his. Completely unfazed by him acting like a literal crazy person.

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Scenario #3

You had been crying silently for a good hour and a half now, not because something major happened to make you completely bawl your eyes out but because you felt like you needed this.

During your crying session your phone began to vibrate from under your curled up position, lazily searching for your phone as it rung back to back, assuming it wouldn't stop until you decided to answer you finally found it, the caller ID flashed the screen as it was Choso.

Your face instantly lit up, but he couldn't see you like this, in such a spot, such a negative position. Using the little bit of power that you had left, you wiped away your excess tears, leaving your face slightly damp but that was fine.

You repeatedly rubbed your puffy red eyes, trying to get rid of as much evidence of you crying as possible. Once you were fully sure that he wouldn't notice you answered the phone, plastering a gentle smile on your face.

"Hii my heart, hows the trip?" your voice slightly cracked, not enough for it to be too obvious but you naturally noticed it. You tilted the phone up to face you as you noticed how alarmed he seemed.

"Have you been crying? whats going on?!" he was extremely concerned, and more importantly confused, what had happened during the few hours that he had been gone?

"N-no, I mean no I haven't!" you quickly resorted to calming him down, he was usually a calm person until it came to you, until something involved you.

"I'm coming over, the plane is delayed regardless." before you could stop him and beg for him to go on the trip he had been waiting for, he hung up. With barely enough energy to rapidly type your phone slipped out of your loose grip, you fell back onto the bed as you stared at the ceiling.

A little over thirty minutes passed until you heard the sound of the front door unlocking and forcefully shutting. Your room was upstairs and one of the first rooms that you encountered once you started walking down the long hallway.

Before you knew it Choso came barging in, with chocolates in one hand and your favorite flowers in the other.

"Sorry I took too long, I just needed to make a few stops." he said it like it was a normal thing, a normal thing for him to leave the airport, he'd been boasting about the trip for 2 months straight, even when you dreaded hearing about it you still listened to every detail.

"Choso I said im fi-" just when you thought the chocolates and bouquet were the only thing he'd brought, he had also bought a small brown teddybear, you stared in awe as he brought it to the side of the bed you were on.

"You were clearly crying, i wasn't born yesterday." his tone was stern, as he wasn't taking no or anything of that nature for an answer.

You were his first priority before anything.

He began to open the box of chocolates as he gently grabbed you, wrapping one arm around your waist as he held you close, he shifted his figure on the bed just so you were comfortable, the back of your head rested against his solid chest.

"Open." he commanded as you opened your mouth slowly, he stuffed a small piece of chocolate into your mouth, you soon chewed on the little bit of white chocolate.

"What about your trip?" you asked with a hint of concern in your tone, about something he completely disregarded, completely forgot about all for your wellbeing.

"I mean, fuck it."

He said with a slight shrug, resuming to feeding you more of the delicious chocolate.

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ugh i love choso // I own none of the artwork used, credits to the artists of any piece of art used.

[silversainz]

Hi, I have only now seen a prompt list, god all of them are amaizing it was very hard to choose.

But I was thinking 28 “I’ll fuck your pretty mouth, so shut up”

And

15 “nobody, not even him, could fuck you like i can”

So my idea was, after Monaco, Charles is pissed and dissappointed and he just needs to let off some steam. His girl is nowhere to be found and then he sees her chating with Lando(or someone else, I don’t know how you feel about him, but with penalty I thought it would fit well) or congratulating him on points

So he decides to punish her right there in his drivers room, when she finally makes her way back

# warnings — jealousy-sex, choking, fingering, p n v, dirty talk.

He was pissed steam practically coming out of his ears as he took off his helmet throwing it to the side while undoing the zippers to his suit. Another home race and they fucked me once again Charles thought as he ignored everyone in the garage, too pissed off and needing someone or something to blow off some steam he carried on his back.

He walked around the garage looking everywhere for you, people looked at him like he was crazy for shouting your name. But he didn’t care, you needed you badly.

“Where’s y/n” he sternly asked one of the engineers who only pointed to the mclaren garage where he swore he could hear your laugher from all the way over there. He wasted no time in running over to the mclaren garage, jaw clenched, chest heavy with tension.

Upon entering the mclaren garage he finally saw you standing there in the middle of the garage talking with lando, out of people fucking lando. The one person he couldn’t bare seeing at the moment. He scoffed rolling his eyes as he walked over to you.

“Y/n” you turned around eyes wide as you saw his red face and clenched jaw. “What are you doing here” he spat out sending a glance towards the mclaren driver.

“Was congratulating lando?” You simply said, hearing lando chuckle hand on your lower back. Which Charles saw and that made him grab onto your arm tightly stealing you away from the hold of lando. “Love, you okay?” you probably shouldn’t ask that, knowing full well what happened with his home race. But even at that, you’d never saw him this angry before.

“No” he simply said, a yelp falling from your mouth as he pulled you out of the mclaren garage.

“See you soon y/n” he heard lando shout which only pissed him off even more. He pulled you around like you were a doll, dragging you through the Ferrari garage going towards his motohome. Where he shoved you into the home, making you whine out in pain as his grip on your arm only tightened up.

“Okay Charles, let me go” he didn’t. Only pushed you up against the wall lips crashing onto yours in a rough and sloppy manner. His hand slipped underneath your sundress fingertips messing with the hem of your panties.

“No talking, or I’ll fuck your pretty mouth, so shut up” you moaned feeling him push your panties to the side before pushing two fingers in your cunt. “Was supposed to be by me, but instead you were with him” you gasped back arching as he brutally slipped his fingers in and out of your wet hole, cunt clenching around him made him dryly chuckle.

“Needed you so badly” his hand that was grabbing onto the wall for support made its way towards your neck, cold and rough hand wrapping around your pretty throat tightly. “And i had to find you with him” your eyes rolled back, head hitting the wall with a thud.

“Charles, fuck, I’m sorry” you choked out, legs closing around his hand as he hit that one spot that had you seeing white. “Am so sorry” he pushed his fireproof down, hardened cock hitting his abdomen as he hoisted you up, ripping your panties in half.

He angrily pushed inserted his cock in your cunt, not even caring to spear you a second to breathe. Your nails scratched down his back, loud moans and grunts filling up the room as his cock slipped in and out of your cunt.

He tugged your dress down freeing your breasts, his mouth immediately catching the nipple in his mouth sucking on it, before latching down with his teeth. The pain sent a wave of pleasure down your body. “Fuck, fuck, Charles” your hand threaded through his hair harshly tugging on it as you felt him bite down on every inch of your breast.

“Nobody, even him, could fuck you like i can” you nodded, head empty and too dumb to think about the words he was spitting out, only could focus on his cock hitting your walls so good it left you breathless and gasping for air.

“And next time” he ducked his head in your neck lips brushing over the shell of your ear. “Don’t even think about going to his garage”

[hughes86-43]

Can you write for prompts “How long have you been feeling like this?! You’re clearly sick” and “Bold of you to assume I own medicine” for Jeremy where he surprises the reader by coming over and she’s deeply unwell but still working from home. And maybe he’s like baffled that she’s still functioning and taking zoom meetings.

“How long have you been feeling like this?! You’re clearly sick!” + “bold of you to assume I own medicine.”

thanks for sending in!! i’m a sucker for taking care of reader

150-Celly! ⭐️

Jeremy was beginning to get worried. He had texted you several times today, expecting you to text back or at least call like you usually do, but you hadn’t sent one response back. You’re the person that will nonstop text someone about the random things you saw or got in to, so Jeremy knows this is completely out of the ordinary for you. Even though you worked from home, you always texted him back.

Once practice is over for him, he grabs all of his bags and beelines for your apartment. He has a key to your apartment but he knows you could be working so he wanted to at least walk before walking in. Although after knocking several times, he decides to just ahead and go in, not expecting to see what is in front of him.

As he puts his shoes by the front door, he spots several tissues on the coffee table followed by a thermometer. This takes him walking down the hallway to your office, he spots you at the desk, you haven’t spotted him yet, so he knocks on the open door. hearing the knocks, you swivel around in your chair.

As soon as he gets a good look at your face, which is red, splotchy, and pale, it breaks his heart. He can see the sickness all around you, and he figures you must have a fever if you’re covered in two blankets.

Upon seeing him, he’s still wearing one of his hockey hoodies with some shorts, still looking incredible. You try to make yourself look at least a little better, but it’s not point. You know he doesn’t care, but still, you would like to look at least a little put together. “Oh, hey baby, I didn’t know you were coming over!” You say smiling at him while your nose sniffles. He can hear how rough voice is signaling your throat is probably killing you.

“Babe, I tried texting you several times this morning. Figured I come and check to make sure you’re not dead.” He replies, walking over to you and put his hand on your forehead.

“I may as well be dying,” you mumble back. You lean into his touch.

“How long have you been feeling like this?” He asks gently. “You’re clearly sick. How are you still working anyway?”

“Well, I was fine until I wasn’t. I think it has gotten worse since I started work this morning.” Jeremy begins to untangle you from your work headset, and begins to pick you up from your seat. “Sway! What are you doing? I still have to finish work!”

“Baby, you’re burning up, I can hear how rough your voice is, and you’re sniffing so much that your nose will probably fall off. i don’t how you’re still working, let alone taking zoom meetings. I think it will be okay to call it quits, they will be able to understand.” Knowing that there is not put in arguing with him, you let him take you to your bedroom to lay down. Honestly, you’re glad that he came when he did.

“Now, lay down and I’ll get you comfy.” Once in the bed, he brings the covers up to your neck, while then turning on the overhead fan. He fixes your pillows behind you when you give him a uncomfortable look. “Have you taken any medicine? At all?”

You laugh, or at least you think it sounded like a laugh, and say, “Bold of you to assume i own medicine.”

He shakes his head at that and stands up from the bed, immediately the warmth from him has left. “Hold on, I’m going to doordash some medicine for you. Then I’m going to grab you a water, so stay there.”

“Hurry back?” You say, feeling comfy in your bed.

“Of course, wouldn’t want you to die, would I?” He laughs. “You’ll be okay, I’ll only be gone a second, I’ll turn on Modern Family for you. Do you need anything else from the kitchen?”

You shake your head no, honestly you could break down in tears any moment just from how much he cares for you. “I’m good, thank you for coming over and then caring for me.”

He moves from the doorway back over to you, he kisses your forehead. “Of course baby, it’s no problem.”

[sonnet009games]

Okay, yeah, I'm sending more... But in my defense, it's about your answers to asks posted since then!

^ About that one... Would you believe me if I told you "I actually did"? Well, not WHEN he appeared, but later on. After chapter 4.5 I was racking my brain trying to know who was the person who found Flea at the end, and he ended up among my top options. Here's my thought process: first I assumed it must be a character we as players "met" in the story, otherwise it would lessen the impact. Then I asked myself it it seems to be a well-intentionned character, a neutral character (somone who has been met but who doesn't have a significant relationship with with Flea or the detective) or an antagonistic character. But I realized well-intentionned wouldn't make sense. It would have to be either the detective or Ted. Narratively, making it to be the detective wouldn't make for an interesting chapter 5, and Ted would have told the detective immediately so same result. Antagonistic characters (sort of) that are still alive could be J or Little Red. But if it was Red, the detective would have learned about it soon enough too. As for neutral characters... Yusuf was probably coddled by his parents, Sandy and Average Joe are a no because of their fate depending on player choices, the server at MC's usual diner would have told MC soon enough, the girl the MC and Flea helped move away is... away. And the various club bouncers would be TOO random as picks... Which literally ONLY leaves "blowjob guy" if you think about it. Unless I forgot about someone but if I did it served me well.

So my only two options were J and that guy! I'll use this opportunity to mention I really liked Jack! And I love the fact he KNEW as soon as his saw Flea and the detective interacting (in regards to that question of mine you answered). I thought he could, but it's nice to have confirmation.

Also, related to that answer you gave to an anon:

Did Flea start to think it may not have been that by the end of the chapter? And would THAT depend on how the detective acted at that point / phrased it?

Haha! Send as many as you like. ^_^

I’m actually so stoked that you had Jack on your shortlist of possibilities for the mystery cameo in Chapter 4.5! And you were such a detective about it.

As for the second thing… I’m not sure anything could change Flea’s mind on this one. This truly was his lowest point, in a ten year span of almost nothing but low points, and I don’t know that he could bring himself to believe that the detective was anything but disgusted by him in that moment in the car, even with distance and hindsight. Not yet, anyway.

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 9: Bloodletting (Vampire)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Medic is a vampire and vampire related things happen

Tags: Blood, biting, oral, vampire au (literally the only difference is the at medic is a vampire)

Word Count: 4.2k

The Masterlist

You and Medic had always been close. From the first day you joined the mercenary group, the two of you had immediately clicked. You made a good team on the battlefield, and you were one of the few mercenaries that willingly entered the infirmary while Medic was wrapped up in his newest experiments. You just liked hearing him talk.

Over the months the two of you had grown from friends to something that neither of you ever cared to put a label on. Whatever it was, it was obvious enough for your teammates to take notice, as you became the target of teasing remarks whenever you would sneak away to the infirmary, and everyone seemed to know better than to intrude when you and Medic were in there alone.

This was one such instance, as you slipped away from a poker game one night after losing an embarrassing amount of money to Scout of all people. The typical jokes were thrown your way, but you let them slide off your back. They didn’t mean any harm. Honestly, some of them even seemed happy that you had found someone in the midst of this purposeless war.

When you finally made it to the infirmary you pushed the doors open to be greeted with a situation that should have shocked you. Medic looked up at you, eyes wide, clutching a half full blood bag with an unmistakable red liquid staining his lips and teeth. Those teeth- you had always assumed Medic was just one of those people with unusually sharp canines, but apparently there was more to it than that.

At one point in your life, this sight would have sent you running like a bat out of hell, but now, after all you had been through and witnessed- death rendered meaningless by respawn, experiments that defied modern science, literal open heart surgery being performed while the patient was still conscious- all you could think was, ‘Yeah, this might as well happen. Of course the team medic would turn out to be a fucking vampire.’

Honestly this probably wasn’t even one of the strangest things you had walked in on Medic doing, but it definitely was one of the hottest. Then again, this was the first time you had seen Medic look so horrified at you walking in on him, so maybe leading with the fact that you found this endlessly sexy wasn’t the best idea. You gave him a second to gather himself, which amounted to tossing the still leaking blood bag to the side and desperately trying to explain.

“Liebchen! Don’t scream, bitte, I can explain-”

“So this is what all those blood tests were for?” You cut him off before he could spiral into a panic.

“What?”

“The blood tests,” you repeated. “You were always insisting that we needed to have our blood drawn after almost every post-battle physical. We never received any results though, and now I know why.” You motioned towards the blood bag. You had never questioned why those mystery ‘tests’ required an entire pint of blood to be drawn. Most of the mercenaries knew better than to question Medic’s methods, after all, he was their doctor- well, ex-doctor- so he probably knew best. It really was the perfect cover for him to create his own personal food source.

Medic nodded slowly, looking like he was trying to keep up with the conversation. “Ja, that is correct, but- I’m sorry, liebe, are these really the first questions you are asking?”

“Yeah, I guess.” You shrugged your shoulders.

He narrowed his eyes, looking you over as if you were one of his beloved experiments, ready to be studied and analyzed. “You are not scared?”

“Nope.”

Medic approached you cautiously, perhaps worried that any sudden movements might cause your odd sense of bravery to shatter, sending you sprinting away like a startled animal. However, you didn’t falter once. It was strange, because despite your outward body language, Medic knew you were scared. You had to be. He could sense it.

“I feel like you’re lying to me, liebchen,” he said. “I can hear how fast your heart is beating.”

Ah, so hyper-aware senses were in fact a part of this particular brand of vampirism you had stumbled upon. How fun! You were just glad he didn’t sparkle in the sun. But then again, that was a ridiculous possibility for you to even consider. It wasn’t like some author would one day write an entire book series that would launch the very specific concept of glittering vampires into mainstream media. Because that would be weird.

“An elevated heart rate doesn’t necessarily mean I’m scared,” you said, taking a step closer to Medic, gradually closing the distance between the two of you.

“Your blood is rushing so fast,” he muttered to himself. He met your gaze, your half-lidded eyes piercing the soul he no longer possessed. His expression flickered from concern to realization, with a quick flash of something else managing to peek through before he smothered it with a mask of neutrality. Desire. You saw it, and it thrilled you.

“What else can you sense?” Your hand wrapped around his tie, pulling him forward. He stumbled forward, falling against you. You chuckled when you realized he had inadvertently pressed his face against your neck. Medic shuddered, and before he realized what he was doing, he was inhaling, breathing deep, drinking in your scent. It was so strong, tinged with adrenaline and…

“Arousal…”

The word came out as a whisper. If it weren’t for the fact that he was nuzzling into your neck, you probably wouldn’t have even heard it. You smirked. “Come on, Medic, don’t act so surprised. I mean, who hasn’t fantasized about fucking a vampire at least once?”

The tension seemed to melt away from Medic’s body, only for him to immediately start laughing. You watched, dumbfounded as he threw his head back, nearly wheezing between bouts of laughter. This wasn’t the reaction you expected, nor wanted.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you said, glaring at him indignantly.

“Nein, nein, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just, this isn’t how I expected to be spending my evening.” Medic chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. Eventually he let out a sigh before speaking again, his voice dipping low in that way that sent shivers up your spine. “Not that I have an issue with it. I’ll take any opportunity to ravish you, liebling.”

Medic really had a way of sweeping you off your feet. In this case, it was literal. You gasped when he dipped you, your legs swinging out from under you as you were lifted into his arms.

“Aw, did I startle you, little häschen?” He met your surprised expression with a teasing smirk. “Isn’t this what you wanted? To be swept away by a creature of the night?”

Medic carried you to his room, laying you back on the bed as he had so many times before, only this time, he wouldn’t need to hold back. He didn’t waste any time. Before you could even settle into the bed he was on top of you, pressing feverish kisses to your lips. You raised your hips to grind your hips on his and he stifled a groan against your mouth. He trailed lower, kissing over your jaw and down to your neck.

Medic had always been fond of kissing and sucking at your neck. Of course, it only made sense now. You had always assumed he liked it because of how sensitive you were there. Even the gentlest of kisses there could have you squirming and whimpering. Now, you wondered how often he had teased himself with the possibility of taking a bite, how close he had gotten during those few times he let his teeth graze over the skin. Could he tell how wet you already were from the scent of your blood rushing just beneath his lips?

“You’re so sweet,” Medic muttered, clearly reluctant to pull away from your neck. “You always smell so delicious. You have no idea how tempting you are, liebchen.”

Your fingers tangled in Medic’s hair, making a mess of the usually well kept locks. You pulled him back, and you could have sworn you heard him whine when he was forced away from the crook of your neck, that is before you smothered the noise with another kiss. You let your lips part, tasting him, running your tongue cautiously along those sharp fangs. When you finally broke away, both of you were panting.

“I think I have another way to quench my thirst for you, liebling,” Medic said, his voice soft and breathy. “It may not be blood, but I’m sure it will be just as delectable.”

You watched with intrigue as Medic began to work his way down your body, edging towards the foot of the bed, slipping his fingers under the waistband of your pants and pulling them down along with your underwear. You yelped at the sudden exposure of your wet cunt to the cool air. Medic’s room was always so cold, probably due to its proximity to the even more frigid infirmary. It didn’t seem to bother him, as he stripped off his coat and undershirt, naked from the waist up- basically the opposite of the state of undress that you were in. You wanted to run your hands over his chest to feel the defined muscle, developed from years of lugging the Medigun and all its associated equipment into battle. However, Medic had descended between your legs before you could even ask him to lean down within your reach.

You could feel how fast he was breathing, the quick exhales against your cunt making you shudder and tense up, trying to resist the urge to grind against his mouth already. Medic took his time to savor the scent of your arousal. It was so much stronger here, almost enough to drive him mad. He wanted more, needed more, and he knew just how to get it.

“Sehr schön," he whispered. There was a slight tremble in his voice, but he spoke so softly that you barely heard it, or if you did, you simply didn’t point it out. Not like you could have said anything anyway, because in the next moment, Medic slipped his tongue into you. You gasped, immediately entwining your fingers in his hair again. He took to that with ease, letting you use his hair to steer him freely. So long as he got to keep inhaling this intoxicating aroma, you could use him however you wanted.

“Fuck!” You cursed through clenched teeth, feeling his nose bump against your clit while his tongue thrust into you. With every exhale he moaned. You gasped when he hoisted your legs up onto his shoulders, just to feel the way your legs trembled and squeezed around his skull. “Medic- wait, wait! You’re going to make me come!”

Medic pulled back, broken out of his stupor long enough to look at you with some confusion. “Is that not what you want?”

“Well, yeah, but not so soon.” You shot him a sultry gaze, which you desperately hoped came off as enticing and not silly. “I want you to fuck me. Don’t you want to feel me come on your cock?”

That definitely got a rise out of him. He shuddered, just barely managing to stop himself from biting his lip in anticipation. He licked the remnants of your taste from his lips, savoring every drop before he took your legs off of his shoulders, holding them apart. The fingers that gripped your thighs were rougher, his hold more aggressive. He was sure to bruise the supple flesh.

Your skin was red. Medic knew that your face had been sporting a fetching blush since you first saw him, but now it seemed to have deepened, spreading down your chest, to the tips of your ears, and even further, veins widening, letting blood tint the skin scarlett. Medic wasn’t sure when he began grinding uselessly against the mattress, feeling himself hardening at the thought of that sweet ichor rushing just beneath his fingertips. He wasn’t sure he would be able to resist a taste.

“Liebchen, would you be alright with me biting you?”

The question was hesitant, almost shy. Your response, however, was not. “Yes!” you nearly shouted. “Fuck yes!”

“Perfect. There is a wonderful artery right along your thigh.” Medic traced his fingers over your leg as he spoke, making you shiver. “And it only seems fair that I partake of it, since you interrupted my meal earlier.”

That was all the warning you received before you felt him sink his fangs into your thigh. You cursed softly, feeling him draw your blood outward. It was an odd mix of pain and pleasure, as the masochistic part of you was truly getting a kick out of the sensation of sharp teeth being embedded in your flesh. Even now, Medic continued to tease you, using a free hand to circle your clit, making sure not to bring you too close to the edge.

You shuddered and chuckled softly when you felt Medic’s stubble rub against your inner thigh. “That tickles,” you said. The edges of his mouth curled up slightly as he drank from you.

Perhaps this would become a regular occurrence now that you knew the truth. How many orgasms would he draw from you in exchange for a taste of your blood? How many bite marks would come to decorate your thighs? He could always heal them with the Medigun, but you weren’t sure you wanted that. You enjoyed the idea of his marks being hidden beneath your clothing, a reminder that you were his.

You jumped when you felt Medic’s fingers begin to stroke your clit faster, rubbing back and forth over the sensitive bud. He moaned against you as more blood rushed over his tongue, being coaxed southward by his ministrations. It wasn’t long before he had to force himself to withdraw, afraid that he would simply suck you dry if he didn’t get ahold of himself. Blood trickled from the two puncture wounds, and Medic struggled not to lick the remaining drops from your skin.

He might have stayed there, staring at the crimson fluids trickling over your soft flesh until it dried and turned umber, but a sudden tug on his hair forced him back up your body. You pulled him down, pressing your lips to his and being met with a soft sound of surprise before he relaxed, melting into the kiss. You were surprisingly unbothered by the lingering, coppery taste of your own blood. When the two of you parted you were breathing hard, a giddy smile on your face as you spoke.

“Fuck me.”

You looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading. Medic’s cock twitched, straining against the confines of his pants. His whole body ached for you, and with his thirst quenched, the only thing left was arousal. He undressed hastily, dropping his pants freeing his cock with a moan. Your gaze raked over his body hungrily. His dick curved upwards, looking flushed and painfully hard. It made you feel good to know that you weren’t the only desperate one here.

You bit your lip to silence yourself as Medic let his cock glide against your slit. He was far less restrained, immediately letting a shaky moan fall from his lips as he felt how wet you were for him. An even louder noise followed when he finally sank into you to the hilt. Your own moans joined the fray as you felt him stroking you deep in your core.

“Bitte, wrap your legs around me,” Medic groaned. You let your legs dangle lazily around his waist as he began to thrust into you. His pace was slow, agonizingly slow, in fact. You whined, bucking uselessly against him. He was teasing you, there was no doubt about it. You didn’t need him to be gentle right now. You were more than wet enough, and you wanted him to fuck you hard.

“Come on,” you muttered, tightening your legs around his waist, as if to pull him deeper into you. “I know you can go harder than that!” Medic actually looked surprised, but you continued before he could say a word. “I already let you bite into my thigh. Do you really think I can’t handle rougher treatment? Don’t tell me you’re scared that I’ll break.”

You were outright provoking him now. It was bold, and even a little impressive. Still, it was clear to Medic that he would need to deal with your new attitude. You were quite literally asking to be put in your place, and who was he to deny you?

“Alright, taube,” Medic chuckled, his voice low and dangerous. “You want it rough? Fine, but I don’t want to hear another complaint out of that pretty mouth.”

He took your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. You struggled playfully and he squeezed his fist tighter. Medic watched your eyes flutter closed, a look of rapturous bliss on your face. So, this was your true fantasy- to be taken and thoroughly ravished by a blood sucking creature. You loved feeling weak beneath him, positively helpless, even going as far as to arch your head back, exposing your neck. Medic nearly salivated at the sight, but he had to hold himself back, at least from that.

“Liebchen, I won’t bite your neck.” You opened your eyes, and the disappointment was obvious. “I’m sorry. Your emotions are running too high.” ‘Mine are too,’ but he didn’t say that part aloud, still trying to play the part of the stoic dom, despite everything. “Another time, I promise, when both of our minds are clearer. For now, I just want to make you feel good.”

Even though you were a bit disheartened, Medic’s sweet words placated you. He knew how to make you feel special, to lavish you with attention, praise, and pleasure until you were trembling with bliss. You shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable to lay back and enjoy the ride when a certain change in angle left you seeing stars.

“Fuck!” you gasped suddenly, legs tightening around Medic’s waist. You froze, and Medic froze too.

“What? What is wrong, liebe?”

“Don’t stop!” Your cries were desperate. “Right there, keep fucking me, right there!”

Medic’s concern melted away into a devious grin. Without another word he resumed his pace, listening to your cries of ‘faster, harder, keep rocking your hips, just like that!’

“That feels good, doesn’t it, liebchen?” Medic asked, smirking wide enough to bare his fangs, still stained crimson from your own blood. “Gott, I know it does. I can smell the adrenaline coursing through you, and all those endorphins flowing into your bloodstream, bringing you closer and closer to euphoria.”

At some point, Medic had released your wrists. You weren’t sure how long you were simply holding your hands above your head of your own accord before you realized they were free. You draped your arms over Medic’s shoulders, loosely at first, but soon tightening enough to pull him down for a kiss between thrusts.

Eventually, you managed to pull Medic especially close, burying your face against his shoulder, your moans muffled against the warm skin. Medic’s first instinct was to pull away, to remove the buffer between him and those beautiful sounds you were making. Before he could, he jolted forward, gasping, his body reacting before his brain even registered the throbbing pain near his collar.

You had bitten him.

Honestly, you weren’t even sure that it was intentional. Everything from the dull ache that still radiated from your inner thigh to the ruthless pleasure overwhelmed you. You needed a release, and for a moment, you didn’t care whether it was a release of a sexual nature or simply a sudden, impulsive, animalistic act that ultimately took the form of the reddening bite mark that now adorned Medic’s skin.

As for Medic himself, he hadn’t even paused. Other than that slight jolt, he kept up a steady pace, but any trained eye could see that he was becoming sloppy. His thrusts were uneven, and it took him a moment to realize that he was about to come. He had been approaching his peak slowly, building up tension, only for that bite to be his tipping point.

Medic snarled, voice deep and bordering a growl as he came. Letting loose like this was so new for him- he could never let this more monstrous side show with previous partners. It would terrify them, but you looked anything but terrified. You looked ecstatic, enjoying the show, watching him come undone with unbridled ferocity- but you weren’t sated yet. Medic could sense it, and that just wouldn’t do. No matter how ‘monstrous’ he may be, he wasn’t about to leave his little dove unsatisfied.

He reached down, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing quick, firm circles over it while thrusting into you, his movements uneven. His strength was waning as the afterglow tried to creep in. Thankfully, you weren’t too far behind him. It seemed all you needed was those skillful fingers working you over to finally find release.

You arched against him, panting, moaning, and letting your orgasm overtake you. Medic fucked you as best as he could through your climax before finally collapsing beside you. He pulled you closer, holding you through the aftershocks until you finally went still, soft moans dying into even softer sighs.

“Did it live up to your fantasy, liebe?” Medic asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“Fuck, yes,” you said, barely above a whisper. “How about you?” Medic smirked, pulling you into a deep kiss that left you breathless when you parted. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The two of you rested in comfortable silence for a while. You rested your head on Medic’s chest, staring at the ceiling and letting your mind wander. You noticed how warm he was. It was comforting, and a little ironic, given that most legends about vampires seemed to agree that they were cold as death. You supposed that you shouldn’t trust everything you read, although you were still curious.

“Does blood taste different depending on the person?” you asked.

“Ja, but it’s hard to describe.” He thought for a moment before going on. “It’s like different kinds of wine, each with flavors that make them distinct, but still recognizable as wine.”

“Interesting,” you said.

“It is quite fascinating. A person’s actions can affect their flavor as well. Scout’s blood is almost sickeningly sweet, no doubt due to that radioactive swill he insists on putting in his body.” Medic cringed, as if even recalling the taste was physically painful. “Demoman’s is obviously overpowered by alcohol, so much so that I couldn’t even tell you what his natural flavor is.

“Can you get drunk off of it?”

Medic laughed. “Nein, although I have tried.”

You nodded, figuring that if you were a vampire, you would probably try as well. Perhaps it was better that it didn’t work that way. After all, Demoman’s blood would be more likely to give Medic alcohol poisoning rather than simply getting him intoxicated.

“Now that you know the truth, I can admit that yours was always my favorite.” It took you a moment to realize what Medic meant.

“What do I taste like?”

“Coffee. Not like any cheap, drugstore instant brew, but something rich, dark, and deep with notes of sugar and cream.” Medic sighed, as if reminiscing, and nodded towards the infirmary, where several blood bags most likely remained in storage. “I’ve tasted it many times, of course, but drinking it straight from you doesn’t compare, and blended so nicely with your adrenaline and arousal… mein gott!” His lips brushed your shoulder and along your collarbone, making you shiver. “You are a truly magnificent specimen, liebchen.”

“Oh, you charmer,” you teased. However, that brought up another question. “Wait, can you charm people?”

“Glamour is the proper term, and yes, with some effort, I can.”

You paused for a long while before responding. “Would you ever…”

“Nein,” Medic said curtly, knowing exactly what you were about to ask even as your voice trailed off. “I wouldn’t ever use that power on you.” He pulled away from kissing your neck, tilting your head so that you could look him in the eye, and know he was speaking the truth. “It would be wrong to do such a thing, but also, it wouldn’t be real. I don’t need any cheap mental compulsion to know I have your love, taube.”

“Well, obviously!” you said, rolling your eyes and trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. That blush returned with a vengeance. “I must love you a lot to let you fuck me like that!”

Medic scoffed at the sudden vulgarity, but it couldn’t kill his smile. You always changed the subject when you were flustered. It was cute. He kissed your cheek softly, feeling the warmth against his lips. “Let’s get some sleep, liebling. We don’t have work tomorrow, and I plan on sleeping in until noon.”

He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you against him. His hold was tight enough that you probably wouldn’t be leaving this bed until noon either. Not that you really minded. Plus, if you played your cards right, you might even be able to convince Medic to treat himself to a little breakfast in bed, courtesy of you, of course.

[worstqueerbaittournament]

Before you complain about the picture: I asked people to send in better pictures of Grif and Simmons and NOBODY DID

Submission message for Janis: Mean Girls  - Janis + Person who submitted Janis here. Yes, I meant the movie. The whole time it is implied she's a lesbian only for her to end up with a dude lol

Submission message for Grif and Simmons: Hi! I’m submitting Grif and Simmons from Red vs. Blue. I think they’re the worst personally because I’ve spent a third of my life being queerbaited by someone’s fucking halo ocs.

Additional propaganda: Meanwhile Janis from Mean Girls IS queerbaiting:

    She’s presented as a lesbian throughout the film

    She gets very emotionally attached to girls and tries to sabotage them after they ‘betray’ her and become more interested in boys/popularity (Regina in the past, Cady during the film)

    Proudly declares herself a “big lesbo” to half the school during her trust-fall scene

    Wears a suit to Prom and kisses her gay best friend Damien, they both show complete disgust afterwards

    But in the LITERAL LAST SCENE OF THE FILM, she’s shown dating a guy and kissing him.

((I also haven’t seen the musical yet, so I can’t comment there))

Vote Janis, she’s the only right answer.

this ain't enough information about Grif and Simmons; these two are literally the intro character for the entire series. The first conversation they had became a running joke and repeating theme to the point that, years later, it was used in a dramatic moment so Grif could identify Simmons while fight an evil look-alike. When one of them got injured, the other donated various body parts, including skin and organs, and then became a cyborg, thus having the metaphor of "becoming part of each other" and "you have my heart". They still bicker constantly and and trade insults. They've been glued at the hip for more than a decade. The one time they were split up, it was treated like a devastating divorce, with one of them using the line "I quit you". They then both proceeded to have mutual pining and emotional withdrawl from being apart because they're just THAT codependent. They've been forced to share living space, and immediately devolved into having old-married-couple situations. During a planet-wide sex party, they fooled around in a closet, everybody knows this happened, but they refuse to fully acknowledge it. The VA for Grif even plainly stated that "Grif is in love with Simmons". Simmons once mentioned that he and Grif carved their initials into a tree. When we see the "inner worlds" of their minds, Grif's is almost empty except for a tiny Simmons that runs around to annoy him, and Simmons imagines a Grif that has to do whatever he says, but STILL insults him because Grif can't stop being Grif.They had a talk show together and even called themselves their ship-name "Grimmons". They've been having one long conversation for 2 decades. They're slow-burning like a tire fire. They're married, but they'll never properly get together. IT'S BEEN 2 DECADES

Let's not forget Tucker's actually-in-the-show commentary when he's spying on them over the radio of "I've only been listening to them for five minutes but I can tell they're really in love. Why can't they see it?”

It's literally been two decades.

[gabessquishytum]

i know that dream is the obvious choice for the elegant and ancient vampire lord™️, but i think hob deserves a bit of sexy evildoing too. especially in floor length robes. and with claws for nails. and goblets full of blood. you get the gist

but a dream who gets captured by a group of handsy and rogueish vampires. they wrestle him back to their lords castle where they all reside and after preparing him for dinner (dressing him in concubines wear), they wrangle him into the dining room and try to have a feast. key word though is try, because he rips out his silver earrings and shoves them in the eye sockets of one of the vampires trying to get to him. and the others are so shocked that he actually did something to fight back (most of the others try and fail and they all laugh at them, but dream actually hurt one of them) that he flees further into the castle. no one is too worried about catching him because they know he can’t escape, but dream finds himself getting deeper and deeper into the maze of the castle walls

and eventually he bursts into a large room clearly intended for someone receiving an audience, except the only other person there is hob— the sire of the… unprofessional and mediocre band of vampire bandits (that really only succeed because vampires are inherently more dangerous than humans) and the lord of the castle. he of course knows what’s happened, he could hear from the other side that dreams made quite the effort of blinding one of his own, but hob is more impressed than anything else. he lets dream keep his life because of that

dreams life isn’t really living, though. he’s kept in chambers so poor they may as well be a luxury dungeon (not the fun kind), and only gets brought out eventually so that he can service their lord. except he’s bitey and defensive and eventually, they decide that the only way dream will be able to serve as a proper whore is if he’s sedated— which hob immediately shuts down because he doesn’t want to fuck someone who can’t even tell him how good his cock is. later, again, they instead try giving dream an aphrodisiac, which sort of works; they fuck, but only under the terms that hob sits in a chair with his hands tied and he doesn’t get to touch dream while he gets off bounding in his lap until the effects wear off. the third time though, hob finally gets what he wants, and gets to be in charge

Omg Hob as a cringefail vampire Lord is actually such a vibe?? He's living in this castle with a bunch of immortal bloodthirsty frat dudes and it SUCKS (haha). Dream is the most interesting thing that's happened in a loooong time.

And tbh within a little while, Dream is bored too!! His chamber/dungeon is boring, the vampire frat bros are boring, the only thing that isn't boring is Hob and his very large cock. Ultimately, Dream figures that Hob probably isnt going to kill and eat him (because he's interesting and fuckable). So he stops being scared and starts being mostly horny about the vampire lord and his dick. Its all very well bouncing on it, but Dream is kind of interested in seeing that vampire super strength in action.

He makes Hob promise to take a small dose of the sedative, which won't work as much as it would as a human but will keep him reasonably docile. He also makes Hob promise to send the annoying laser vampires away. Hob agrees. He definitely doesn't want to eat Dream. If anything, he wants to turn him. But that's something to discuss later. He really, really wants to fuck Dream properly and bruise up all that amazing pale skin.

They do it on the red carpeted floor of the audience chamber - Hob says that there's no point in using a bed, since he'll only break it. Dream soon discovers that Hob wasn't just bragging. His strength is almost scary, despite the sedative. When he bends Dream in half, he's a tiny bit afraid that his spine might snap. But he's just on the right side of pain and roughness, and he opens Dream up extremely thoroughly. In fact he plunges his whole hand into his little clenching hole until Dream is screaming, coming explosively and almost blacking out. When he finally plunges his cock inside Dream’s trembling body, Dream cums dry just from feeling so full.

Hob doesn't bite him. But he does cum inside him, pumping him with what feels like buckets of fluid. Dream can almost feel it up to his lungs. When he stares up at Hob, who is crouching over him and drooling... he just knows. He's not going to leave. Not today, maybe not ever.

If he gets enough of that cum inside him, he's going to be turned whether he likes it or not...

[slexenskee]

I'm just curious. Can I ask more about JJK/GOT? It’s just that as soon as I saw the Satoru/Robb couple I immediately became interested 😅

Sure haha I have a few plot points I could use feedback on

The backstory is where I'm??

Idk if I want Satoru to be reborn as Viserys and start his life just vibing as a pampered prince kinda ambivalent about his life / couldn't care less about the rebellion or his batshit father until he gets shipped off to Dragonstone and eventually Essos. Then he kinda realizes A) his little sister is literally relying on him to exist and they're situation is pretty rough and B) he has no more fucks to give and now he can really do whatever tf he wants. Kinda goes a bit wild, takes over one of the free cities (casually), gets worshipped by the Dothraki as a god (accidentally), ends up creating something of an empire in the Disputed Lands/takes over the Stepstones and now all the pirates and traders pay him for safe passing like sailors paying tribute to the altars of gods. Mostly he's just bemused by it, and doesn't care what they do so long as they don't bother him or his sister, who's raising her dragons (a gift from Illyrio) and just living a nice happy life.

OR he's not Viserys at all, he legit transmigrates adult body (and powers) and all and becomes a wandering god around Essos just sort of feeling his way through this random new world - definitely goes to Valyria just because he can, makes a fortune selling all the random junk he picks up there and becomes something of a master on the topic just bc he ends up learning so much about it as someone who regularly hangs out there, and one way or another ends up the accidental god of the Stepstones like he is the first scenario. Except this time he's cajoled to Pentos at the behest of Illyrio Mopatis, who wants to know more about the Valyrian freehold, and while he's there he meets Dany and Viserys. Immediately clocks Viserys as a nutjob and Dany as abused but honestly doesn't really care about either of them until he sees the dragon eggs + his Six Eyes see Dany has magic and it's reacting with the eggs. He pays Illyrio/Viserys a veritable king's treasure in exchange for Dany as his 'bride' and gets the eggs as her bridal gift... which he does not bc he wants a bride but bc dragons are, in his opinion, the only cool thing in this world and he wants to have one as a pet and Dany is his ticket to that.

EITHER way he's the god of the Stepstones and Westeros tries to push their weight around and fails regularly. Gojo eradicates probably like 3 Redwyne and Lannister fleets and lets them wash up to Dorne in pieces before Westeros finally gets the picture to leave him the hell alone. Robert Baratheon comes personally a few times mainly because he has a total hard-on for Gojo and frankly just loves the fighting (his adoration is not returned), Oberyn becomes one of his favorite drinking buddies. They probably fuck multiple times, let's be real.

He's not interested in taking over the world or anything - honestly if it wasn't for Dany he'd have like zero purpose for existing so he's lowkey happy to have her in his life, but it's definitely a brother and sister relationship no matter which way I go with his backstory. It's all very wholesome.

By the time we get to S1 Gojo is an undisputed world power that's also something of an eccentric recluse.

He doesn't get involved in the plot until one way or another he's notified of Shit Happening™ in the far north. Idk how yet - maybe he senses it himself, or one of the Red priests/priestesses tells him?

He goes to the wall, meets Jon Snow, learns some of the Northern history, feels bad for the Night's Watch - who are actually doing the lord's work up in this damn place, what is wrong with westeros, smh - and sends men and plenty of food/supplies as he can see the magic in the Wall and knows it's not just there to look pretty. Especially not when his Six Eyes can see that the Land of Always Winter has more magic and is more active than old Valyria. He jokingly propositions Jon Snow, who to his surprise is not actually gay, and then afterwards when he's summarily rejected casually propositions his 'sister' for him instead- who's going through a romance phase and wants a handsome man and Gojo, being a good brother and also a fucking troll, decides to help out. Whether Gojo is actually Viserys or not, at this point everyone assumes he's Valyrian and also related to Dany no matter what he says, so he just rolls with it. Jon still declines, because he's still all up in his duty and honor phase. (He notices Jon has magic, like Dany, but assumes that's just because of the Northern magic)

He becomes fast friends with Maester Aemon, deeply interested in his stories of the Far North. He's actually interested in the North, in general, bc its one of the few parts of the world he hasn't yet gone to, and also has a history that's almost as old as Valyria. The Free Folk are downright unfriendly to him, so he decides to try his luck with Winterfell.

Idk what the route is but basically from the Wall he ends up in The North and finally meets Robb smack in the middle of the War of the 5 Kings. Maybe he goes to Winterfell with a letter from Jon, and then from Winterfell to Robb? Or from Jon straight to Robb? Basically no matter which way he ends up going, he gets a warm intro from one of Robb's siblings (or both). He also gets tasked, by one or both of them, to look for the Stark sisters. Gojo's all like, 'LOL look for them? Bruh I could blast down the Red Keep and drag them out within the next hour, but sure ok I'll 'look' for them). It's especially easy because he realizes all the Starks have more magic than most, so his Six Eyes can pick them out easily.

So Robb and Gojo kind of have immediate chemistry. Robb has obviously heard a lot about him, most of it mysterious, all of it dangerous, so he's shocked when this stupidly good looking guy comes out of literally nowhere (teleports) and has some messages for him, and is also going to go fetch his sisters as a personal favor. That last one he's a bit cautious about, because he's heard plenty about this Valyrian god or devil or both, and he doesn't believe for a second such a powerful being would offer such a boon for free.

Gojo's only response is 'I've got a little sister too ya know, I understand how it feels to be an older brother that wants to see them safe and sound' and Robb's all like, blushy and flustered, but plays the hard line and sort of just dismisses him and denies his help. And Gojo's all like, 'damn this guy's hot' also 'if my gaydar isn't wrong, which it usually isn't, he'd totally be into me' and also 'he'd be even more into me if I really did rescue his sisters'. Which he was going to do anyway.

He obviously finds both of them. Arya gets a free assassination teacher that doesn't come with the price tag of her soul, Sansa doesn't have a tragic few years ahead of her.

Idk haven't figured much else out after that. Robb pines but refuses to act on his feelings, but Gojo is swapped in for Talisa so we all know how this ends. There'll be plenty of consequences for that though, but no Starks are going to be injured (aside from Bran lo siento) in the making of this fic.

[a-sin-to-be-rin]

What Have They Done?

Tim expected to find a serial killer. No one told him anything about superhuman strength.

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They don't have a name for him. Not officially, anyway. He’s been sneaking around Gotham, killing people left and right. He's careful but brazen, leaving behind no fingerprints but always pinning the victim to the wall with steel knives and leaving a bloody message beside them:

BEWARE THE COURT OF OWLS.

So at this point, they call him the Owl Fanatic. Birdbrain, sometimes. Damian once referred to the killer as “MP.” (“It's short for Member of Parliament, Drake,” Damian had explained, rolling his eyes. “Groups of owls are called parliaments, so a member of the Court of Owls would be an MP.”) This did not catch on.

But regardless of what they call him, he's strong, dangerous, and smart. It's a bad combo for a criminal, especially when there's yet to be a surviving witness.

So when Tim is cornered by a guy with eerie round goggles and knives strapped down his chest and up his back? When the guy says in a dead monotone, “Timothy Drake, the Court of Owls has sentenced you to die,” and charges at him?

Tim is pretty sure he's going to die.

Throwing a smoke bomb, Tim grapples up to a bell tower and engages his comm. “Red Robin to Cave. Requesting immediate backup to Gotham Cathedral.”

Oracle is in his ear immediately. “Cave reads you, RR. Batman and Robin are on their way. What's your 9-2?”

“Owl Guy is at it again. And he knows my name.”

“... your real name?”

“Affirmative.” Tim dodges a knife, and it just barely misses his ear.

“Hood’s in the area. I’ll send him too. Standby.”

Tim tries his best to stand by. It gets tricky when the owl man gives up on ranged attacks and goes in with a ferocity to rival a starved tiger in a petting zoo. With a blade in each hand, he delivers a flurry of attacks, going for Tim’s head, his chest, his hands. Tim keeps up, blocking each attack with his staff, but only barely.

“ETA?”

“Five on Hood. Ten on B&R.”

Tim jumps back but earns himself a graze across the cheek. “Any chance there's someone closer? Spoiler or Batgirl or- I know Signal is a morning guy but-” He's cut off by the owl man’s vicious overhead swing. He has to brace the staff with both hands, feeling his shoes slide back from the force.

“Spoiler and Batgirl are still covering Blüdhaven.”

Right.

“Signal’s at the Cave. It’d take even longer for him to get there.”

Tim doesn't have time to be disappointed. He's too busy trying to keep his head attached to his shoulders. He's blocking and dodging so much that there's no chance to even get a hit in, much less hurt the guy.

“Is this a Justice League-level threat?”

“No.” The answer is automatic, though Tim wishes he could say yes. This guy isn't slowing down for anything. Without backup, Tim may lose this one. “Just tell everyone to hurry up.”

“Copy.”

Tim ducks a sword slash, sweeping his staff out in the same motion. But rather than fall, Owl Dude backflips away.

And that's when Tim is overtaken by the sense that something is not right. The owl person’s fighting stance. His lighter-than-air defensive strategy. The build, the height, the fighting style. It's all familiar. (Impossible, but familiar.)

“Who are you?” Tim demands, landing a blow to Owl Guy’s stomach but instantly retreating before a sword cuts him down the middle.

“Timothy Drake,” he says, which definitely isn't true. “The Court of Owls has sentenced you to die.” And then he's back at it, kicking and swinging and fighting with the strength and speed of a metahuman. Tim considers that this may actually be a metahuman, but he doesn't have long to think about it before a blade catches his thigh, carving a deep wound across the front.

Tim stumbles. He tries to fight through it, but the best he can do is defend. The best he can do is survive. At the beginning of the fight, at his best, Tim couldn't do much more, so now, with a heavily bleeding leg, Tim is feeling particularly helpless.

The owl man knows this. He raises the blade over his head for the killing blow.

And then a bullet tears through Owl Guy’s skull. He pauses, then topples to the ground.

“You good, man?” Jason crouches beside Tim, eyeing his bleeding leg warily. “I keep telling you guys to carry guns, but nooo. No one listens to me.”

“Who… Who was that guy?” Tim scooches over to the dead man and pulls off his goggles and hood.

“No,” Jason murmurs.

Tim swallows back bile, shaky fingers hesitating over the face. Over the familiar cheekbones and distinct nose. Over the undeniable lips and angled jawline.

Tim is staring at the corpse of his missing brother.

The first, immediate difference, however, is his eyes. They look similar, sure. The patterns of his irises remain the same. But what was once blue is now a deep yellow. Almost amber-like.

His complexion is different too. The warmth is gone, leaving behind a chalky pallor. Like he’d been dead for weeks.

“Fuck,” Jason mutters over and over. “Fuck, I… Shit. I didn't know it was… I didn't mean to… Fuck.”

“What happened to him?”

“I shot him in the head,” Jason says, voice tight. “That's what happened to him.”

And then Tim realizes that Jason hasn't looked at Dick since Tim pulled the mask off. He saw the face and had to look away.

“No,” Tim insists, batting Jason’s leg with his free hand. “Look. Dick doesn't look… There was something wrong with him before you… before he died.”

Begrudgingly, Jason crouches down, tilting Dick’s head with a frozen reverence, searching for abnormalities. “He's cold already. And what’s…” He scowls, pushing Dick’s hair aside to find the bullet entry wound. It’s rough. Circular. Almost normal-looking.

Almost. Because the dark red welling in the hole isn’t dark red at all. It’s black.

A brief check of the other side of Dick’s head confirms this. The exit wound is oozing black goop.

“What could turn someone’s blood black?”

Tim has no answer. He just holds out a hand. “Look, just help me up, okay? He got me pretty good, and we need to figure out how to tell Bruce.”

Jason nods. “Yeah. Okay.” He starts to stand when a knife embeds itself in his shoulder. “Wh-?”

Tim isn’t sure if the head rush is from blood loss or emotional turmoil.

“Timothy Drake. Jason Todd. The Court of Owls has sentenced you to die.” Without the hood in the way, Dick’s voice is obviously his. But as he staggers to his feet, Tim has to wonder what kind of monster this thing is. What kind of creature can take on Dick’s appearance and survive a bullet through the brain?

There’s no time to ask questions, of course. Dick grabs his swords and slashes at Tim. Adrenaline thrumming, Tim jumps to his feet and limps back, just missing the blade. Jason recovers much quicker, emptying a clip in Dick’s chest.

Dick doesn’t even flinch. He flips over Jason’s head and cuts across Jason’s back. He knocks Jason down with one boot to the knee and lets Jason slam into the rooftop.

“Hood!” But Hood doesn’t stand up. Dick turns, yellow eyes flashing, and stalks towards Tim. He knows Tim is injured. He’s taking his time. Playing with his food.

“Shit. Oracle. Cave. Do you read??”

There’s a hissing, so loud that Tim doesn’t hear what Barbara says over the comms. And it doesn’t matter what she says, really, because Dick has fallen to his knees, hands clawing desperately at his chest. Then the strength leaves his eyes, and he lands solidly on his shoulder.

The hissing doesn’t stop, freezing air continuously directed at Dick. It’s Bruce, finally arriving with what looks like a cold gun in his hands. He passes the gun off to Damian and approaches Tim.

“Keep pressure on your leg. Get to the Batmobile.”

And then he’s gone, shaking Jason’s shoulder.

Tim gives Dick one last glance before grappling down to the car.

---

Bruce might have expected this. He should have expected this.

… well, he expected half of it, anyway. He correctly identified the killer as a Talon of the Court of Owls. He properly incapacitated the Talon.

But he never expected it to be Dick.

The clues were there. Dick going missing, no trace left behind. Dick’s family history with the Court of Owls. The murderer being intimately familiar with Batman’s patrol route and everyday operations.

Maybe Bruce really didn't expect it. Or maybe he just didn't want it to be true.

But here's the proof, right in front of him. Dick Grayson in a containment chamber, the air hazy with frost. He's slumped against the wall, watching Bruce with half-lidded eyes.

(Eyes once so bright and hopeful and determined. Now warped into the sickly yellow of a predator.)

Bruce holds the button of the intercom. “Who are you?” Because Bruce must exhaust all possibilities. (Because Bruce really doesn't want this to be true.)

Dick’s expression is unchanged - drained and confused. “B-B-Br-Bruce W-Wayne…” he stutters. “Th-The C-Court has… The Court h-has…” He doesn't finish the thought, the cold slowing him so severely that he's barely aware of anything.

“Who are you?” Bruce presses.

“Talon.”

“What is wrong with him?”

Bruce sighs, looking over at his youngest. “Damian, go help Alfred.”

“Alfred is finished. Drake and Todd are recuperating. I’m here to help Grayson.”

Bruce snaps. “You can't-!” And then he cuts himself off, trying to keep calm. “You can't help him,” he says quietly.

As expected, Damian takes this poorly. “There's always a way,” he bites. “What did they do to him, Father? Why is he…?” He waves a hand at the containment unit.

“You're familiar with the Court of Owls?”

A scoff. “Of course. You taught me about them.”

“And you know about their champion soldiers? Their assassins?”

“The Talons.”

“Right.”

Bruce doesn't elaborate. Damian puts the pieces together but is, understandably, baffled.

“So Grayson is a Talon? That's what you're saying?” He sniffs. “Talons aren't human. Grayson is.”

He’s sporting a fair bit of denial there, considering Dick is currently trapped in a small box pumped full of liquid nitrogen and has yet to choke and die, but Bruce tries to give him grace. “I didn't say they aren't human. I said they're inhuman.”

“Same difference,” Damian snaps. “Grayson isn't a Talon.”

“We ran tests, Damian.” Bruce kneels so he's at eye level with the boy, but Damian looks away. “DNA from the skin cells are a perfect match, but his blood… It's not blood, Damian. It's electrum.”

Damian won’t look at him, arms folded.

“The Court of Owls has been reanimating the dead with electrum for centuries. Dick… We need to do more testing, but… odds are good that Dick died a while ago. The Court killed him or found him dead. Either way, they swapped his blood with electrum. He's not… He's not himself anymore.”

This time, when Damian speaks, it's tense. The words barely squeak out of his mouth. “So he's gone. And he's not coming back.”

“Not the way he was. We might…” He shakes his head. He’ll discuss this with the others later. This is not a conversation to have with a child.

Bruce stands, staring at the sunken figure in the containment unit. “Let me know when Jason and Tim are awake. We need to talk.”

---

“You gave me a concussion, you know.”

“J-J-Ja-s-son T-”

“I mean, I shot you in the head, so I guess I’ll give you a pass. Just this once.”

“The… The C-Cour-”

It's hour forty-two since they found Dick. Not much has changed.

“Bruce said you're stuck like this. Physiologically, you're… He said there's no coming back from it.”

And silently, Jason hates the Court all the more. How dare they. How dare they take his brother and-”

“I know you want to kill us,” Jason continues. “Which is new for you, but I get it, I guess.” He sighs. The cold of the containment unit's glass makes his back numb, but Jason stays where he is. It's the closest he can get to Dick without inciting violence. “Bruce thinks we might be able to undo the psychological effects. Remind you who you are. He's probably being optimistic for Damian’s sake, but…”

“J-Jason.”

Jason waits for the “Todd, the Court of Owls has sentenced you to die,” but it doesn't come.

“We’ll keep trying,” Jason swears. “We’ll get you back. I promise.” He turns around, trying to judge Dick’s expression.

Dick is staring at him. Maybe he's been staring this whole time. “J-J-Jas-Jason.” He doesn't try to say the rest.

“I know,” Jason says sullenly. “I know. Just hang in there.”

[jokertrap-ran]

(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Sariel’s Melody of Return Translation

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"The bright sunlight shines through the wide glass windows, shimmering down upon the familiar area of the airport. The anticipation and joy of being reunited with him added a spring to my step as my spirits began to soar..

I’d taken such a long trip that I couldn’t help picking up the pace as I headed towards the exit.

The long-awaited Guangqi City awaited behind the exit alongside the person I love.

The hustle and bustle of the airport grew clearer in my ears as I looked around, searching for his familiar silhouette within the airport crowd.

Who is he?"

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Causation⊹ —————★❖

The airport’s arrival pick-up point was crowded with people. Everyone eagerly looked around, anticipating the joy of reunion.

I glanced at the screen of my phone. Sariel’s avatar was still as familiar as ever, but the red dot I was expecting on the upper right corner of it never appeared.

I’d sent him my flight information a couple of hours ago, but before I could get his reply, I was made to quickly switch my phone’s flight mode on at the flight attendant’s insistence.

And I never got his message even after the plane took off.

MC: Is he mad at me?

I scrolled through the messages that we’d exchanged during the time I’d been gone. My replies had been sparser than usual, which was a given since I’d been a little busy as of late. And adding on the fact that I had been in an unfamiliar place… It’s no wonder that he’d been left on read a couple odd times.

The uneasiness in my heart only grew as time passed, so I opened up our chat once more.

My message: What are you doing?

After sending it, I remembered that I’d once joked to him about how “What are you doing?” could be read as “I’m thinking of you.” He’d been confused about it at first, and I even made fun of him for being unable to understand romantic hints.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

Locking my phone, I walked out of the airport.

There were lots of people in front of me, but a large bouquet caught my attention. It was a bouquet of pure white flowers dotted with a few sparse leaves, reminiscent of green trees that had been blanketed by powder snow from the sky— romantic and dreamy.

The grand bouquet drew a lot of attention, and the silver-haired man who held it had long since turned his attention towards me.

MC: Sariel!

I immediately ran towards him. I didn’t know where to start after seeing his familiar face after being gone for such a long period, so I just shouted his name in a rather aimless manner.

MC: Sariel…

Sariel: The dumb bird went out for a whole spin and came back, yet why is she still fond of wearing such a stupid smile?

MC: Were you waiting long?

Sariel: Not really, just 20 minutes.

Sariel places a bouquet into my arms.

Sariel: For you.

I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped me when I thought of him waiting in a crowded area for 20 minutes while holding such an extravagantly large bouquet and ignoring the stares of passers-by.

MC: When did you learn such an extravagant way of picking someone up from the airport?

Sariel: Someone watched a French movie the day before yesterday and sent me a video of the male and female lead’s airport pick-up scene. Was it not a hint?

It was a French romance film named “Reunion” where the male and female leads finally managed to overcome all obstacles and embrace each other at the airport at the very end. The scene was so moving that I recorded it and sent it to Sariel.

I had only wanted to share it with him, but it looks like he’d misunderstood that I’d also wanted to have such a romantic pick-up.

Peeking at his face, I imagined him silently trying to guess what I'd intended when I sent that to him, and how he’d secretly prepared a surprise for me. I suddenly felt that this misunderstanding, although unfortunate, was actually quite romantic of him.

MC: The male and female leads in the movie hugged each other too. So why aren’t I getting one as well?

I pouted and looked up at him.

There was a smile reflected in his eyes as he took a step closer, opened his arms, and wrapped me in an embrace.

The familiar fragrance of white sandalwood lingered in my nose. It was this moment that truly cemented the feeling that I was well and truly back.

I stood on tiptoes as I silently reached up to his ear.

MC: They kissed too, you know. A French kiss…

Sariel: …

I couldn’t help but snicker from the way his ears turned pink. Stepping away from his arms, I looked up at him.

MC: If you're doing it, then you might as well do it till the end, right?

The airport had just reached its peak hour. I knew that he wasn’t very good at being intimate with me in such a crowded place, but his reaction was so cute that it made you want to incessantly tease him about it.

As I was waiting for Sariel to speak up and turn down the suggestion, he surprised me by leaning down and drawing closer….

My heart seemed to be beating to the wrong beat as it thumped wildly in my chest. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

A moment passed before a soft and warm kiss fell on my lips, but it was fleeting, leaving as soon as it came. My cheeks burned when I looked at the people all around us.

Sariel: Not all movie scenes have to be copied 1:1.

Yet you kissed me in public? I inwardly cursed.

Sariel: But that is something I do want to do.

The corners of his mouth lifted as he held my hand.

MC: It’s only been a while since we last saw each other, but your ability to surprise me has grown by leaps and bounds since the last time I saw you.

MC: Did you secretly read a love guide or something?

Sariel: …You really are one dumb bird.

Now that I think about it, I’d been so worried that I might have given him the cold shoulder earlier, but it looks like I’d just been worrying too much.

MC: So you deliberately left me on read just to surprise me?

Sariel then showed me his cell phone. The last line he’d sent to me wrote “Okay, I’ll wait for you.”

MC: Funny, I never received it.

MC: And why don’t I see the text message I just sent you?

I unlocked my phone and pulled up the messenger app. The circle beside the message was still spinning.

It was only then that I realized that there was a reminder attached to the message: Your phone has no credit.

MC: Oh, I was out of prepaid credit. I thought you…

Sariel: You thought, what?

MC: I thought you were ignoring me because you were mad.

I replied, and Sariel only watched me quietly, looking into my eyes.

Sariel: I won’t ignore you, let alone leave you without prior warning.

Sariel: I will be by your side for as long as you're willing to have me.

Those two sentences instantly put me at ease. He’d said that he’d wait for me and that he wouldn’t leave me of his own accord.

A ding sounded from Sariel’s phone.

He tapped on the screen and saw the prior message I sent.

It had been successfully sent to his phone after a few minutes, probably having automatically connected to the airport’s wi-fi.

Sariel thought over it for a moment before lowering his head, his long fingers tapping against the screen. A few seconds later, I received a message from Sariel.

Sariel’s message: I’m thinking of you too.

[harfblarf]

“Help my Cat” Scam Going Around

Have you received an ask in your inbox from an account that previously wasn’t following you, pleading for a signal boost on their vet-related post? I got one today, but something felt fishy. Or perhaps “phishy” is more accurate?

Here’s the ask:

Now a couple odd things right off the bat. This is a blog I’ve never seen or interacted with, who wasn’t following me prior to sending the ask, so I immediately wondered how they pulled my name to ask for help. And while the world in general is a shitshow, so I can sort of see why a person would default to saying it “isn’t the best time to ask for help”, they say it with such confidence without knowing me at all.

Odder still, from their posts-- which at least do look extremely normal and human-like, down to the mishapocalypse profile picture-- we don’t share any interests aside from... well. Cats.

The other odd thing is them specifically requesting I reply privately, through DM or a private answer. I wouldn’t think much of it except they’re already asking me to publicly share something on my blog; if I’m going to answer the ask, why can’t I do so publicly?

I scroll through their blog some more. Their pinned post is, indeed, asking for help with their cat:

Weirdly, though, an earlier version of this post uses a completely different name for the cat??

This is bizarre to me and my red flags are pinging louder. Maybe it’s innocuous, though, I mean, it could just be a nickname or something? Why would you change it though?

Also, the post’s ratio is weird-- 101 reblogs to 44 likes. I suppose not too shocking if they’re doing this use-an-ask-to-get-a-boost tactic widely, but the ratio is pretty extreme. I check the notes. Every single reblog with tags has some variation on ‘boost’ or ‘signal boost’; there are no comments. No one has mentioned knowing this person, no one has vouched for the legitimacy of the post... but two mention that they were asked to boost the post.

*EDIT: Per a polite anon, I will clarify that signal boost/boost tags themselves aren't a red flag; what bothered me was that the post's ONLY interaction history came from boosts from seeming strangers. An active fandom blog, active enough to think posting a plea for financial help might get traction, SHOULD have at least one or two mutuals or friends who are willing to push the post and vouch for its legitimacy. Because the only engagement was from people who had clearly been approached via ask, like me, I got the heebie jeebies.

Okay, I’m doubtful enough that I’m not comfortable boosting this post myself. But let me check one more thing.

I search google for the exact phrasing of the help-requested post.

Ah.

There’s well over a dozen blogs pulled up with this exact phrasing. Most of them use the name “Koppi” instead of either “Ashel” or “Biscuit”, but a few use “Ashel”. The oldest result, from 2016, uses “Ashel”; more commonly, these results are from 2022 or earlier this year and again, most say “Koppi”. Also interesting: basically none of these posts exist anymore. Google can identify the exact wording even beyond what I included in my search query using whatever demonic powers allow it to reference removed content, but they’ve clearly been deleted.

Additionally, which I clarify for those like me who attribute Google’s quirks to demonic powers rather than an actual understanding of how it works: if the dates didn’t make it clear, these aren’t the blogs in the notes of falesyorac’s post. I cross-referenced the names. It’s not pulling up those reblogs, so presumably the majority of these results at one time came from someone who drafted and posted the wording to their blog, not from reblogs.

Maybe it was once a real post, maybe it’s always been a scam, but evidently the content of the post has been stolen and recirculated at this point. Along the way I found this as well, an anon warning someone who must have reblogged a version of the scam post:

So this is at least partly confirmed as a scam from another source.

Please be wary, do your due diligence before you put your money anywhere, and block & report falseyorac. I’m not sure the nature of the falseyorac blog originally; it may have been a real account that got hijacked, it may be a very convincing fake, it may be a real person’s blog who is trying to to leverage their innocuous appearance to pull quick money with a beggar scheme. Regardless, it is evident there is not a genuine Ashel/Biscuit needing help today and that whoever holds the falseyorac account right now is trying to pull a scam.

One more thing-- one of those reblog’s tags I showed earlier.

I also have a tag for reblogs of cats. (It’s “cats”.) I suspect this is where this particular iteration of the scam is pulling its targets from-- after all, people who reblog cats enough to tag them must care about them, right?

Finally, I am tagging the people who reblogged falseyorac’s post with tags (there’s too many for me to do everyone who reblogged it at all) below the readmore-- if I messed up and tagged the wrong person and/or you want your name removed, please just contact me and ask. I want to make sure you can see this warning, but I’m happy to untag you if it bothers you for any reason.

@thislilfecker​ / @koreanbibliophilegirl / @kingminyard / @sss-shyshy / @shoutmonishere / @cleocatrablossy / @mothmansass / @aroanehring / @valkyrie-ellis / @jae-writes-fanfiction / @ninja-chibi / @iambecomeahamburger

(A few people’s names didn’t come up when I tried to tag them, so I wasn’t able to include them here, rip.)