#apex legends/reader

[mikaelsonharem7]

Snake Charmer 🐍

Just a little fluff with our favorite viper 💚

*also happy birthday to Randy!!!*

It was late after a WWE event, the arena quiet except for the faint echoes of distant footsteps. The crowd had long since dispersed, but backstage, the air buzzed with the energy of the night.

Randy Orton leaned against the cold metal of the locker room door, his eyes scanning the hall. He had just finished one of the hardest matches of his career, and the adrenaline was still running high, but there was something in the pit of his stomach that didn't have to do with the match.

His gaze shifted, and there you were—YOU. You had always been there in the show, watching him when the cameras weren't rolling. Not as a fan, but as something more. Someone who had always understood him, even when he didn't quite understand himself. The kind of person he could just…be around himself.

"Hey," you said gently, stepping towards him with a gentle smile. 

Randy's heart might've skipped a beat looking at you. Though he was never the one to show a lot of emotion, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek, a gesture that spoke volumes in its simplicity.

"Hey you. How'd you like the show?"

You chuckled, a soft sound that made him smile. "You were amazing as always," you replied, your voice low and filled with admiration. "But I think you're always amazing." 

Randy raised an eyebrow, his lips forming into that signature smirk that made you blush. "Flatter, he teased, his tone playful. But there was something deeper in his eyes, something he rarely let anyone see. He could count in his hand how many people he let in, you being one of those people.

You stepped closer, your breath warm against his skin. "It's not flattery, Randy," you said, your hand resting lightly on his chest. I mean it. "I've seen you at your best and at your worst, and it doesn't change how I feel about you."

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away. Randy's death caught him, and he found himself staring down in his eyes; the gaze held something deeper than desire. Something he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time—trust. Comfort. Love.

"I don't deserve you," Randy said, his voice hoarse, raw with emotion. You shook your head, your hand reaching up to cup his face. "You do, Randy; you always have."

And then, without another word, you leaned up to kiss him. It was sweet and gentle at first, then passion took over. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, afraid that if he didn't, you would drift away. The kiss deepened, and after that blip in time, the rest of the world disappeared.

When the kiss finally broke, Randy rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, savoring the moment. "I never thought I'd find someone like you," he said softly. "And yet here I am," you replied with a soft laugh.

He opened his eyes, his blue ones looking on at your deep brown ones. "Here you are," he whispered. A rare vulnerability in his words. "And I'm not letting you go." 

[spencerzakwrites]

dating octavio silva hcs

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pronouns: they/them [reader], he/him octane

summary: dating THE octavio silva🙏💯 (sfw + nsfw?)

request?: nope

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A/N: okay so like imma try and write some NSFW hcs too, so i’m sorry if they’re bad….

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sfw!:

• let’s be honest with ourselves, bro cannot sit still for the life of him. so the once in a blue moon moment where he is still, he is the clingiest mf around…

• like when i say clingy, i mean he is fully wrapped around you. like hands gripping your shirt and everything.

• love showing you off to the other legends, to the point they despise even hearing your name come from his mouth.

• calls you either the sweetest nicknames ever or the weirdest ones, no in between

• always touchy. like mostly not even sexually, bro just likes to hold your hand 🤷‍♂️

• randomly sings. like he’ll be doing something then bust out into song (very loudly too.)

• it’s the funnest too cause it’ll be like dead silent in your house and then all of a sudden he’s loudly singing like tyler the creator or something

• also shares his headphones with you, even if you pick the music and if he doesn’t like it, he’ll still listen 😍

• sometimes he doesn’t realize he’s speaking spanish. so you’ll ask him to do something and then he’ll just reply in all spanish (it makes him 100x hotter tho.)

• had the fattest emo phase in middle school and still projects it to this day (like eyeliner, piercings, EVERYTHING.)

• but like, it was hot so you aren’t complaining 😈

• fidgets with his little butterfly knife a lot, like to the point it looks like he’s ready to stab someone

• JEALOUSY.

• he gets jealous so easily, especially if ur talking with obi or elliot. and my lord does it turn u on.

• before each game, he dedicates it to you even if he doesn’t win. you’ll always be proud, even if he is first blood <3 (which is 90% of the time…)

• either texts you with as many abbreviations as possible or sends the longest paragraph ever.

• tried to hang upside from your porch while dressed as spiderman for halloween and almost fell right on his head, but he held off long enough to get a spiderman kiss 💔

• has like… a bajillion photos of you on his phone. whether they be the stupid 0.5 photos or like the most gorgeous photo of you (or ur nudes) he always has some on deck.

• has made a playlist for you but it will never see the light of day (he’s embarrassed 😞)

• has a pair of glasses due his stim effects on his eyesight but literally never wears them besides when he’s with you

• says the dumbest pickup lines to you but they somehow always work (he impresses himself 😼)

• always gets so energetic and excited when he asks you out on a date (you’ve been dating for months.)

• (m/gn!reader) everytime ur away and he can’t see you, he calls the universe homophobic for drawing you away from him

• he can’t spell for the absolute life for him yet you can understand every text he sends, ur like his translator

• he’s like, secretly the fattest nerd in the world and geeks out of you ever buy him anything that correlates to his interests

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nsfw!:

• would definitely wanna do something involving his butterfly knife. not like cutting you or something, instead like… teasing you… 😈

• sloppy head. and i don’t mean like sloppy toppy, BITCH I MEAN SLOPPY.

• like saliva all down his chin and on you, it’s very gross but god does it feel good.

• REFUSES TO BOTTOM. like he is certain he will never, it’s kinda sad. he isn’t masculine enough 😞

• 100% into quickies, especially before (or even during) games. but on some occasions when he’s REALLY. feeling it, he’ll take it slow and make it very sensual.

• LOVESSSSSSSS WHEN YOU RIDE HIM. LIKE YES GOD.

• his hands are glued to your hips, head tilted back with his goggles just barely handing onto his sweaty forehead with spanish curses slipping from his lips.

• andddddd it’s everywhere.

•his hands are everywhere on you and they never leave, like he’s so touchy it’s almost concerning

• absolutely loves when you return his energy, especially if he’s like hardcore degrading you and you return with the same attitude.

• he is busting on sight. not warning or anything, boom. it’s everywhere

• definitely cracks jokes in the middle of sex, just to hear ur giggle (that also makes him bust)

• anytime he wants to return a favor, he’s says he’ll give you head. which is very much true, its definitely a good trade

• BEST. AFTER. CARE. NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND ABOUT THIS

• like he is doing EVERYTHING. he can for you. you need food? he’s running to the kitchen or opening his phone to doordash. you need a drink? absolutely sprinting to the kitchen for water. a bath/shower? the waters already running with everything set out for you.

• definitely suggests showers together, promises it won’t lead to anything but we all know he’s a liar…

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that’s all i lowkey have rn 😞

maybe a pt2 with like specific scenarios or even a mirage version 😍

[boobav]

Sanguine

He could offer you nothing.  

During dark hours where his metal hands slithered along your body is when he felt this realisation most deeply. He could give you no warmth, no child- he couldn't even kiss you. Kaleb wasn't even sure if he could love you, a simple thing to most, but to him, one who hadn't felt the touch of such a thing during centuries of life, he wasn't sure at all. 

And yet, time and time again, you came to him.  

You pressed hot kisses against this face forced upon him and sighed in content at each one. His fingers knead the flesh of your hip as you straddle him in his plain, undecorated room, and he listens as your heart thrums quick and hard between your ribs. He undoes your shirt buttons deftly and hums as your hands move to cup his face.  

He was vile. He was the villain in countless stories, the shadow waiting in the dark; he'd told you so countless times. Months upon months piled up like paperwork, but for some reason, you continued to disregard his verbal attacks and senseless force. You stayed, a thorn in his side that continued to remind him that he was still much too human. When he fucks you like a man starved, he finds himself yearning for his long-dead body, for his blue eyes and smooth voice, not for himself, but for you. So you could be normal, you could be warm, and safe, and content. So you could feel more than steel and rage with your gentle touch. 

He brushes his unmoving, metal lips over your neck as your shirt is thrown across the room. He knows that you'll leave him- of course you will. As he helps you discard your shorts, he thinks, and he knows. How could you ever be content with a monster? With a monster who lacks every desirable aspect of humanity, with a monster who can't mutter out I love you, even when it weighs down on his fake tongue and strangles him with its twisting fingers.

And as he enters you, silicone and steel, he knows he will never be enough. No amount of metal can recreate what you need, what you deserve. His hands squeeze your thighs as he fucks up into you, carnally, face shoved into the crook of your neck to stifle his own noises as you moan his name, his real name, and he thinks of what a sick joke his life is; he holds perfection in his hands, he hears it cry his lost name, but he will never be enough. 

"Are you okay?" Your voice comes out breathy, broken, and Kaleb stills within you. You bring a hand to his face, guiding it away from your neck. Of course, you could decipher nothing from his expression, for it never changed, still as the mountains no matter the situation. But you could tell from his silence that something was bothering him behind those yellow eyes.  

"Yeah." Is all he says, and leans in, waiting for you to press a warm kiss against his cold lips. And you do, humming as he moves his hips again, slowing the pace slightly.  

You want to prod; you want to beg him for his real thoughts. But getting those out of Kaleb was nigh impossible. Rarely, on a cool summer night stargazing, something about his past or present turmoil will spill from his lips, and you cherish it, you love his words because you love him. But you knew that pushing him for vulnerability was a mistake, no matter how much your heart hurt for him.  

And he knew he was stupid. He knew that he was ruining the one good thing in his pathetic life by not opening up, by fucking you and pretending there was nothing to it besides lust. His eyes are trained on you as you throw your head back with a moan; he eyes the bead of sweat rolling down your neck, he eyes your lips, your closed eyes, the curve of your nose. He feels the ghost of his heart flutter and thump with humanity, and he hates it.  

He hates it because he knows, deep down in the pitiful thing he calls a soul, he knows that you will leave him. He knows that this will not last, that the butterflies in his chassis that swarm when he sees you will die, because you will realise that he can offer you nothing. He shoves his face back into your neck as he cums, mechanical hips stuttering against your bruised skin, a synthesised groan of both ecstasy and agony crawling from his throat.  

You drag him down into bed with you, and unlike every other time, you are met with no resistance. You cling to his metal frame like ivy, sighing at all the words left unsaid that linger in the air, making it stale and unbreathable.  

"Kaleb?" You ask with a nervous lilt.  

"Hm?" His hum sounds somehow exhausted.  

"You know I'd never leave you, right?"  

"I know. You tell me this every day." He wants to slam his head against the wall for responding to your sincerity with sarcasm. Yet, despite your constant statements, he can't bring himself to believe you- because he knows better. He knows that eventually you'll run off. As soon as you get a taste of the humanity absent in Kaleb through someone else, you will leave. It'll fill your lungs and pump through your heart like fire, and you'll be wondering why you wasted your time on him at all.

But, even so- as you mumble against his chest and hold him somehow tighter, he can't crush that fluttering of hope inside him that maybe...  

Maybe you won't leave.

[nosaboturtle]

♥️Revenant doodles♥️

Some more shots of revenant 🤭

[thequeenofcupps]

Is anyone perchance writing for sparrow?

[freaknerd33]

Maybe some head canons of characters received gifts or small amounts of affection. Revenant perhaps?

showing kindness to robots sure turns them squishy like humans, hm?

think of this as a late valentines post

The Legends Receiving Gifts & Affection

characters included: revenant, loba, caustic

consist of: sweetness! long ass headcanons oops! and some vague gift ideas.

word count: 900+ (906 if you’re curious)

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Revenant

- There isn’t a lot he’d expect as a gift, given that a lot of things wouldn’t be of use for him. The idea of gifts actually slipped his mind completely until the first time you gave him one. It was a nice little headband.

- He stared at it blankly in his hands. He wasn’t sure why you were giving him gift, but upon looking at it some more, he came to appreciate it.

- He gives thanks with a simple hum. When he’s alone, he’s fiddling with the fabric and deep in thought.

- He likes it a lot. He thinks it’s practical. And subconsciously, the color/pattern is a nice contrast to the red that takes over his design. Makes him feel… a little nice about himself?

- He never thought he’d have the capacity to accept and appreciate a gift. He certainly can’t remember the last time he did or if he ever did.

- Is secretly hoping for more. if his faceplate could move, the idea of getting gifts from you would bring a faint smile to it.

- He also craves affection (it’s a co-requisite with pretty much any other love language you choose to express)

- the act does something funny but exhilarating to his processors.

- Any act of affection could make him swoon in some way, but he usually tries to play it off with a sound feigning annoyance.

- Is secretly holding back a love-filled sigh when you give him soft kisses or subtle, fleeting touches

- my boy just wants some love. it’s a different experience for him and he chases it willfully

Loba

- Loves and appreciates every gift you give her. It doesn’t matter if she can steal anything she desires. The love put into a gift is more than thieving can outdo. The gifts she receives from you makes her swoon every time.

- “Oh darling… this is just as beautiful as the last. Thank you…”

- Biiiig smooch on your cheek or forehead as she continues to look over the item.

- She truly accepts every gift whether it’s jewelry or otherwise, expensive or not. She likes that the gifts you give her reflect your inner mind. Even if it was some obscure, handheld item, she’d find it cute/interesting and would find somewhere to display it or put it to use

- And she’s a huge gift giver herself! She’ll give you anything you ask for or even vaguely mention.

- “Now it’s my turn to give you something nice darling. No really, you deserve it my love.”

- Pretty much gives you twice the amount of gifts you give her

- She’s also very careful with you. If she decides to get you anything expensive, she’s sure to double check that it’s nothing too expensive or rare enough for someone to try and track. She doesn’t want you in danger because of a reckless steal.

- Is elated sharing gifts and other things with you. She’s very, very affectionate and seeing you in a good mood puts her in a good mood.

- She sometimes glances at you and simply decides to attack your face with kisses. Is always caressing your face as she just adores you.

- “You are so gorgeous…”

Caustic

- Ugh i cant stand this guy (lying)

- If you give him something, you may have to be a little patient with him.

- When you first started giving him things, he refused them.

- “You can have it back. I have no need for your obnoxious trinkets.”

- After a couple of attempts though he starts to accept them, but usually doesn’t even open them until days later. Chances are if you place it somewhere where he can see it constantly, he might open it a little sooner.

- If you give it to him unwrapped, that’s even better. It pushes him to see it for what it is and accept it. His reaction is barely a hum of approval, but he takes it nonetheless and moves on.

- When he’s alone he observes it meticulously. Truthfully, he thinks fondly of your gifts. Even if he wouldn’t deem them useful, they still get some appreciation.

- Has a spot somewhere where your gifts are all huddled up and subtly on display. He personally doesn’t like gifts, but the fact you occasionally give him things is something he can appreciate as well.

- He kind of wants to give you something in return, but is super bad with gifts.

- And being genuine.

- And nice. lol.

- He’s quite the observer though so he recalls your interests or anything else you’ve talked about to come up with a gift idea.

- Goes for something simple. He’s way too flustered to give you anything too specific because he knows you’d point out his attention to detail.

- He’d try not to make it a big deal when he gives it to you as well. Will stomp up to you and simply place it in front of you.

- Behind his brash demeanor, he’s actually smiling, satisfied with himself when your reaction to the gift is positive.

- When it comes to affection, he prefers to keep it to a minimum. But moments like these where you’re really happy loosen him up a bit and he may let you dote on him however you’d like.

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banner source!

[marsbar17]

Thank you for the request, @waffleandsrawberrys :)

This was fun! Octane is one of my favorite characters, to play and just as a character.

Also my exams are over so I can write more often woooooo!!!!

Octane x Reader Headcanons

Contains: NSFW further below

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《SFW》

• Octane is definitely a very... intense lover

• He teases you a lot, and has more energy in him than a fucking car battery

• But he always makes sure to check in with you and ensure he's not overstepping any boundaries

• He's always all up in your personal space, whether it's leaning on you, holding your hand or waist, or sitting on eachothers laps

• He's not as much the cuddling type, more of the randomly laying on top of you dramatically type

• Surprisingly, he does have some self-restraint when he realizes you aren't in the mood to play, and if he can't control himself then he goes to bother someone else to get his energy out

• Everyone knows you're dating because he won't fucking shut up about it lol

• "Have you seen my beautiful partner?" "My baby bought me flowers today." "I'm gonna go home and cuddle with mi bebé after this."

• He hypes you up every chance he has, constantly telling you how pretty or handsome you look, and how incredibly amazing you are in every way

• It doesn't seem like it but he's actually really good at taking photos, he takes so many selfies and does so many livestreams that he's pretty much mastered angles and holding a camera steady

• Everytime you want a picture taken he starts doing fucking contortion to get those good angles

• He takes you out to arcades and pubs and shit, simple but loud and chaotic

• He calls you pretty much every Spanish and English pet name under the sun, but his favorites are definitely mi amor, mi bebe, just babe

• His love languages are physical affection and quality time

《NSFW》

• Octane is a switch for sure

• He doesn't have a preference for top or bottom, whatever makes his partner happy

• As a top, he's fucking insane, he's fast, rough, and risky

• He'll fuck you anywhere he wants (if you're okay with it) and doesn't give a fuck if anyone sees, it's part of the fun

• He's in love with giving you head, and loves to boast that he's got a "magic tongue"

• If he's not eating you out or sucking you off, he's inside you, he looooooovvveeess being inside you

• Loves when you wear easy access shit, flowy shirts and skirts, so easy for him to slide his hands under the fabric

• He's probably a big free use guy, he just want you whenever and wherever, he doesn't care for all the foreplay and setting the mood

• When he's a bottom he's loud

• He whines and whimpers constantly, always muttering something or telling you how good it feels

• He's a bit of a power bottom, he finds that it's just easier for him to do the work and do it how he likes it

• He's got a crazy amount of toys, and a pretty wide range of types too, for use on himself and on you

• One of his favorites is one of those monster ding dongs (trying to censor for Tumblr lol) that's shaped like a tentacle or smth

• He'll record everything, not even to post just to watch back and for the k!nkiness of it

• His favorite k!nks are exhib!tionism, asphyxi@tion, and generally anything dangerous and reckless lol

• His favorite positions are riding and doggy

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I hope you enjoyed this! The new mature label stuff is really hitting hard lol but I'm still gonna keep making content :)

[moonlightbae7775]

Thinking about bimbo yn that’s actually smart but has a tragic past that made her become a bimbo

[scaryman-fancam]

REVENANT X READER ANGST DRABBLE - tw: talk of death, death, detailed fear of sudden death, grief

It’s a quiet evening in the little apartment.

He had no need for a place to rest at night, or at all. The place was rented specifically as a way to know where you were. He liked knowing you were safe in a little place he’d picked personally. Having control gave him some sort of reassurance that you’d be alright while he was away, because it was his home, his bed, his things keeping you cozy and warm.

You’re curled around his waist. He drags the metal of his fingertips across the screen in his hands, clearing jobs off of his list. Ones that had kept him away for months at a time. He tilts his head slightly every few minutes in between logging details of each hit, optics flicking to you, checking on you, casting a small, momentary spotlight on you in the slow dimming of the room as the sun dipped behind the other buildings in the city.

He was the literal mechanical grim reaper. Death was his job, his medium. A grisly artist who left carcasses as canvases, signed with a special brutality reserved for those unfortunate enough to end up in his job queue. He was all too familiar with death. He had died again and again, numb to the darkness that exists in-between each new vessel. Numb to the cold and the pain of the metallic husk collapsing in on itself, of the burn in his chest when the motors and circuits whirr to a painfully slow end, suffocating as his systems shut down.

Then he wakes up again.

Death was nothing to him. Thousands at his hands, thousands of his own. Thousands more simulated in the games.

It had you wondering.

Life was dangerous. Living is dangerous. Something could happen at any given moment. Hell, Wraith had told you that something HAS happened at any moment across different universes. If you could imagine it, it’s happened.

She’d warned you that in many universes, Revenant was your way out. Had your first meeting gone any differently, perhaps in a universe where he didn’t truly know his own strength. One where he was still a human, and you were one of his last hits before dying for the first time.

You’ve thought about it. Stressed about it. But has he?

It itches at the back of your brain for months. Brewing viciously and boiling your entire being along with it, mindlessly moving and writhing as the denied fear tries to look for a scrap, something to feed it and let it fester, something to let it root in the back of your mind—

“What’s got you squirming?”

His rough voice breaks your train of thought. You still, blinking up at him, his eyes already trained on yours, his tablet set aside. He’d been watching for a while.

“What’ll happen when I die?”

The first words that come out of your mouth. You know the answer. He’d told you many times when he was haunted by the thousands of deaths he was forced to endure.

He scoffs, like it’s irrational, “You won’t know you’re dead. You’ll know that you’re dying, but you won’t know when it’s settled in, like falling asleep.”

It’s supposed to settle you, the way he spares you of the worst of it. You can’t decide if it works. You must’ve been too quiet too long for his liking, so he pokes your forehead.

“What else is happening in that pretty little head of yours?”

It almost makes you smile. That sarcastic and playful streak trying to warm the fear bitten part of you.

“What will you do when I die?”

He stops. He’s quiet for a long time. It’s a question he too has wondered about. He’s numb to the concept, death is tangible, yes, he’s seen a light go out a million times, burnt bulbs to never be replaced, but he can’t help the twinge of discomfort of not being able to stop death. He can control the way they go. Cut short and quick, or painful, slowly draining the life. He can’t prevent death.

He’s a killing machine. Not made for healing, not made for care, tenderness and love. Everything he does is rough, it’s harsh, unforgiving. If you fear death, he wonders, why are you with him? It makes him uncomfortably angry at himself. Something soft and weak offers itself to him, equipped with claws and blood in every groove of his mechanical being. Makes his hands itch, even now when he longs to be gentle, he wants to lash out in anger at the way fate has left him as a monster.

He’s lived for hundreds as a monster, and he’ll live for hundreds more as one. Wishing he were gentle for just one night to truly indulge in the fragility of your being does not reverse it. He will remain a monster, long after you are gone. Unchanged.

“Knowing you, you’ll probably have earned it,” he decides, folding his arms. No room for argument as he scoffs, “Asking questions like that, always so fearful. The world out there will eat you up,” his voice dropping to a low rumble before he laughs, the grating mechanical sound hopefully distorted enough to hide the shimmer of weakness. The long forgotten phantom ache on the outer corners of his eyes, the burn that follows after, invisible heat rimming the shiny water lines. He bows before no other, but secretly he thanks a higher being that he is no longer flesh, that you cannot see the ghost of how he feels.

It eases you, his sadistic sarcasm, somehow. This master of death speaks to you as if it is no big deal. So maybe it isn’t.

“Thanks Rev,” the words are soft and reassured, and he leans down to bury his cold face into the side of yours, “keep me warm,” he mutters, grunting as he repositions himself, ignoring the way you squirm and try to push away the frigid metal with annoyed huffs and giggles.

The lights are off, the curtains drawn. You’d leave all the lights on, your eyes weren’t like his: artificial and equipped with night vision. He wanders the place at all times when he isn’t busy, not bothering to change vessels or clean the viscera away when he gets home.

You used to complain about the blood crusted footprints he’d leave on the rug. So he simply stays off of it now.

He traces the damage you’d left in the place as well. Chipped paint from tripping over the coffee table and into the wall. A coffee stain on the white marble counter that just wouldn’t go away. He’s certain he could get rid of it now, but he’s not sure if he can.

Revenant finds himself with his face to the wall. In the couch cushions. Even limp with his head in the empty washing machine, searching for traces of your scent. He’s done this routine enough to know that there’s nothing left. He’d greedily breathed in every trace of your presence in the first few months.

It doesn’t stop him from checking.

There’s a dirty cup in the sink. He holds it in his hand, mimicking you, the clink of his metal lips to the ceramic, following your motions, fruitlessly putting his lips to where yours once were. He wishes he had a tongue, so he could check the silverware for just a taste of you left.

The bedroom is the worst.

He avoids it when he can.

But it’s been a rough day. A rough week. A month, a year. Maybe longer?

It’s going to be a rough forever.

Slipping into the room with the grace of a zombie. It’s been a good couple hundred years since he’s felt exhaustion, but the constant burning around his optics has warn him thin. At the bed, he finds himself curling up in the divot of where you used to lay. The mattress hasn’t been used properly in a decade already, and he knows the hollow has changed its shape. It’s not truly yours anymore, his heavy form wearing the foam down further. He regrets lying in it, damaging the relic of your residence, but starvation leaves a dog desperate.

His legs tucked to his chest, arms binding them in place, head tucked between his knees. Fetal position, though he wishes fate would miscarry him this one time.

He’ll pretend that he is rotting, already with you. He’ll never die. They’ll make more of him for as long as they can.

But for now he’ll keep his consciousness in this one. He died the same day as you, his heart ripped from the otherwise hollow chassis of his being. The slow burn of the death of his circuits the only comfort, dreaming that one night it will be the final time.

[thequeenofcupps]

PLEASE GUYS PLEASEEEE I NEED FICS FOR HIM PLEASEEEE

[carmen-is-away]

cuddling with the legends pt. 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

In this post: Fuse, Valkyrie, Seer, Ash, Mad Maggie

a/n: i wrote this like two years ago and never posted it, sorry if it's maybe kinda inaccurate now and short compared to my other posts

Fuse

I might just be fantasizing right now, but I feel like Walter's a real touchy dude and he loves when his partner cuddles up to him. He eats that shit up and doesn't mind cuddling all day everyday. He's definitely grabbing a handful of ass no matter what position you two are in, but he's a big fan of having you lay on top of him.

Valkyrie

Kairi only likes to cuddles while winding down, whether that be before bed or after sex. Her hands are on your waist at all times and she's always pulling you closer. She's definitely gonna flirt and make plenty of sleezy comments the whole time.

Seer

He's a lover and he loves to cuddle. He wants to be very close and intimate with his partner, so of course he's gonna wanna cuddle. Expect candles, nice thick blankets and maybe even a small massage. He wants you to hear how his heart beats for you so expect to have your head on his chest often.

Ash

Ummm Ashleigh Reid is NOT a cuddler. She is all business all the time. She will literally have to be powered down before you should even consider just thinking about it. Sorry gang

Mad Maggie

Also not a cuddler, but less anti-cuddle than Ash. She's too busy girlbossing and being a Salvonian icon to cuddle. If you're cuddling Maggie, you would definitely have had to be very close to her for a very long time. She's partial to spooning if she is cuddling.

[freaknerd33]

omg i saw the ask about dating the legends in secret, would you be able to do one for revenant?<3

yaaarse of course

i kinda have a thing for rev so I almost flew off the handle with these. Now i have headcanons of him stashed in the vault for later >:)

here’s a link to the previous secret dating hcs for those interested (with mirage and octane! 💙)

Dating Revenant in Private

pairing: revenant x reader

content included: private relationship, a little possessiveness (but we’re into that aren’t we), mentions of rev-typical violence

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༻ It would seem, at first, that it wouldn’t be too complicated dating Revenant privately. You both prefer to keep more private lifestyles. He’s unapproachable, only goes out for work, and certainly doesn’t let anyone in his business.

༻ But it actually came to be harder than expected. Not by much, but there’s still a little risk.

༻ Revenant isnt known just for his assassinations and hellish appearance, but for his performance in the apex games too. And unfortunately, even a stone cold robot assassin can form an intense fanbase.

༻ He didn’t care for the idolization either way until the public took it as an opportunity to try and poke their noses into his personal life. Which he actually has now that he’s with someone.

༻ Some paparazzi actually have the balls to try and follow him outside the games sometimes, and that pisses him off to no end. He always thinks about killing them right then and there, but then he’d have to explain to you where all the blood came from.

༻ And being the gentleman he is, he wouldn’t want to step into his partner’s home like that.

༻ Especially since your home is somewhere for him to fall back, somewhere to find peace and a little routine. You help him experience a tinge of normalcy while he struggles with his immortality and sense of self. He’s made it a rule to never come home with the remnants of what he’s done throughout the day.

༻ Because your place is sanctuary to him, where any public perception of him is able to be left at the door.

༻ So the idea of anyone catching sight of it when it’s none of their business makes him quite possessive of you. He hates how aggressive fans or media outlets run the possibility of affecting your relationship with obscure narratives or stupid rumors. He fumes at the thought of anyone or anything ruining your relationship, because you’re pretty much all he has.

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Fic requests!

PLEASE SEE FIC REQUESTS as of feb 17th

Hello x reader fic readers! I am trying to get more into writing  x reader fanfics so I am looking for requests to start my journey. Please feel free to request anything from these fandoms, if a character is not listed that you want me to write for feel free to request a fic with them anyway. These characters are really just what i can think of for right now ^^ 

I am trying to get better at writing so forgive any errors at all and please feel free to give feedback just don't be rude about it!

I can try Fics, Drabbles, alphabets, headcannons, etc!

You can request anything, literally anything. I will only do female readers, use of yn and physical descriptions will not be used ^^

Apex Legends

Revenant

Octane

Loba

Bloodhound

Fuse

DBH

Ralph

Connor rk800

Hank Anderson

Gavin reed

Markus

Five Nights At Freddys

Foxy

Monty Gator

Glamrock Freddy

Sun and/or moon

Game of thrones

Daenerys Targaryen

Jon Snow

Sandor Clegane (the hound)

Tyrion Lannister

Jaime Lannister

Greys Anatomy

Callie tores

Mark Sloan

Derek Shepherd

House of the dragon

Aemond Targaryen

Undertale

Sans

Misc Characters

Thomas Brown Hewitt

[khal-says-hii]

sorry for disappearing suddenly,

take a revenant :]

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[marsbar17]

im like a woman in a desert dying we are so depraved of bloodhound x reader stuff pls just give anything at this point 😭😭😭🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲

Don't worry pookie I am here to quench your thirst <3

Bloodhound is honestly my favorite character to write about and this one flustered me a bit dbsbbsjska

CONTAINS: established relationship, alcohol consumption, jealousy, possessiveness but in a non-toxic way, a little bit of spice, not full on smut but it gets pretty spicy >:)

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Celebrating a win was very popular amongst the legends. Mirage often invited everyone to the Paradise Lounge for some drinks and good laughter, even the less cheerful legends attended most of the time. Caustic could be found sipping beers and glaring at people, while Ballistic complained on and on about how they didn't even serve good tea.

Today, you sat at the bar between a very tipsy Fuse and an arguably even tipsier Valkyrie. Mirage popped in and out of the celebration as he served customers, but he always made sure your glass was full with whatever drink you desired.

"Mate! That wingman shot was bloody beautiful!" Fuse practically yelled into your ear as his metal hand clapped you on the back, making you wince slightly. Somehow, you had managed to pull off a win after responding in the last ring with only a wingman and one other teammate at half health. I guess whatever god is out there took the wheel because suddenly your aim was the best it's ever been and you downed the last two enemies with two headshots.

"I know, Walter. You've told me about fifteen times since we sat down." Rolling your eyes, you down the rest of your drink before scouring the crowd of legends to try and find Bloodhound. They said they'd be there, but you hadn't seen them yet. Although, it's hard to find anyone with the flashing lights and the alcohol starting to take effect.

Giving up, you turned back to your empty glass and smiling friends. If they didn't come, that was fine. They usually didn't enjoy settings like this anyway, they only only came to guide you back to room after you got wasted.

"The old man's right, though." Valkyrie added in, dragging your attention away from Bloodhound and back into the party. "Seeing you hone into the fight always surprises me, I swear your whole energy changes. It's fucking hot."

The pilot said it so nonchalant, taking a swig of her drink and signaling to Mirage for another like she didn't just call you hot. You couldn't tell if the heat on your face was from the alcohol or how flustered you felt. Probably just the alcohol.

"I'm gonna hafta agree with Valk on this one." Fuse said, still quite loud. He put his arm around your shoulders. "You make bloodlust look bloody sexy. No pun intended." His laugh is deep and booming, shaking your body as he leans on you. What the fuck is happening? You knew the two of them were flirty drunks, but you'd never had their affections directed at you before.

Again, you found yourself looking around the room, and this time you spotted Bloodhound leaning against a wall, watching you. Fuck. They were mad, you could tell. Even without seeing their expression you could practically feel the anger rolling off of them. The fact that Fuse was now playing with strands of your hair and Valkyrie had her hand on your upper arm didn't help your case at all.

You quickly got up, saying a small goodbye to your companions before making your way to a pissed off Bloodhound. They didn't even wait for you to get to them before they walked out the door, leaving you to hurry after them.

"What was that, elskan?" Their voice surprised you as you left the building, and you whipped your head around to see them beside the doorway. They leaned again the wall once again, arms crossed over their chest.

"I'm sorry, Hound. They were drunk and they surprised me and I didn't know what to do and I didn't mean to let them keep going and I-"

"Hush." Bloodhound interrupted your nervous rambling, holding a hand out in a 'halt' gesture. You shut your mouth as quickly as you possibly could, not wanting to anger them any more than you thought you already had. Before they continued speaking, they led you around the side of the building into a less visible alleyway. "I am not blaming you, I simply wanted to know what happened."

They weren't mad at you? Thank the Allfather. Having Bloodhound mad at you was something straight out of a horror film. Your body relaxed, but you still kept your head down instead of looking into their face.

"They got drunk... and we were talking about my win." You started your explanation again, slowly this time to avoid rambling. "Their compliments started getting flirty, and then they started getting touchy. I should've pushed them off, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. You are not responsible for the actions of drunken fools." Bloodhound grabbed your chin with a gloved hand, lifting your face to look them in the eyes. Well, where their eyes would be behind the goggles of their mask. "I trust you, elskan. I know that you are mine, and you would not betray me. Especially for someone like Walter Fitzroy."

You laughed, the tension leaving you as you slowly let yourself process the fact that they weren't mad at you. From the way their shoulders jumped slightly, you could tell they were laughing too.

"However," Bloodhound continued, letting go of you and reaching behind their head. "It seems like our other other companions need a reminder of who you belong to." You heard the familiar sound of their mask being unclasped, and soon enough you were really looking into their eyes as they set their mask along with their respirator onto an old wooden box beside the two of you.

You couldn't even speak before they grabbed your waist, spinning you around so your back was pressed up against the rough brick wall. You could only gasp as their hands gripped at your skin and their face nuzzled into your neck, leaving small kisses along your jawline.

"You are so beautiful. So perfect, ástin mín." Bloodhound muttered praise as the kisses slowly became more desperate. They nibbled at your skin lightly, not enough to hurt just yet. You looked towards the alley opening and whined slightly.

"Hound, someone could see us..." You grabbed at their shoulders, trying to push them back away from your neck. They pulled back, not even looking at the alley, only into your eyes.

"Would you like me to stop?" Bloodhound rubbed soothing circles into your hips, keeping your attention on them and not the possibility of someone seeing the two of you.

"No... but what if they see your face?"

"They will not. I will be too busy giving you tons of pretty marks."

Bloodhound didn't let you speak again as they dived back into the crook between your shoulder and your neck, sucking on the skin harshly. You couldn't suppress the moan that left your lips no matter how hard you tried, and you quickly slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle any further noise. They just continued to mutter praise into your skin while they savored every reaction you gave them.

It hurt, and you squirmed in their bruising grip. They were determined to mark you up until they were satisfied and wouldn't settle for any less. It was a miracle no one managed to walk past the alleyway while Bloodhound ravaged your neck and collarbones. It wasn't like you were being quiet either, the intensity at which they sucked and bit at your skin was enough to make tears well up in your eyes and to bring so many sinful noises from your mouth.

"I should just take you right here, where anyone could see how good I make you feel, elskan." They whispered in your ear, making your knees buckle and your eyes roll back. Good thing they were holding you against the wall, or you might've just fallen to your knees right then and there.

After what felt like forever, their teeth stopped grazing your skin and their grip on your waist loosened. You could feel their tongue darting out of their mouth to lick at and soothe the dark bruises they left on your skin. Your moans and whimpers turned to soft whined and sighs as the pain slowly faded into dull numbness. Bloodhound took a couple of steps backwards, looking at their work with a smirk.

"Absolutely gorgeous, kæri. Now, everyone will be able to see your devotion to me." They gave you one last look before grabbing their gear and putting it back on.

You just finished wiping any stray tears from your face before Bloodhound grabbed your hand and led you back into the Paradise Lounge. They escorted you back to your seat at the bar, giving you a pat on the head before walking back to the wall you saw them at before everything happened.

"....Bloody hell." Fuse's mouth was practically hanging open as he stared at the dark purple and red marks that littered your skin. "Didn't take Houndy to be the possessive type." He just laughed and shrugged before going back to his drink. Valkyrie had disappeared sometime during your absence, and all that was left was two empty soju bottles and a $20 bill on the bar.

"Yeah... So where did Valk go?"

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