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[loumandaniel]

'I am half sick of shadows,' said

       The Lady of Shalott.

[i-loved-silly]

WOLVERINE x READER x DEADPOOL — fuckup twinsies

dp&w spoilers!!

So I had a silly idea. Sorry if it’s out of character, I haven’t written for canon characters in a fat while but these two are stuck in my head. Enjoy :3

POV: you’re a dimension hopper : sent to the Void as a punishment for doing your thing. Damnit

Dust. Sand. Desert. That was all you knew ever since you were banished here. The place you were basically forced to call home—funnily enough, (actually it’s rather sad) you had forgotten what your real home was. A large, and I mean LARGE amount of timeline touching and dimension hopping does that to you.

By spending years of visiting dimensions and maybe messing a couple things up, you damaged your own timeline. Simply because you wanted to take Mr Captain America’s shield back to your home dimension. What can you say, a little artifact doesn’t hurt, right?

Except it did.

Now you’re stuck here, and honestly? It’s fine. You had nothing to return to anyway. At least you thought. TVA explained it that way, anyways. Everything was fine. You spent your years here surviving and avoiding Cassandra Nova by making your own little underground hobbit hole. How cute.

Everything was the same everyday—you hid out, occasionally left to find food and materials, came back to safety. Until one day you heard something while out scavenging—almost like distant yells? From above you??—You looked up and was shocked to see two figures falling out of the sky and barreling straight for you.

"OOMF --" You were thrown onto the sand on your back, you swore you felt a couple bones break...or something. All your belongings in your little ripped backpack went flying around you and the others stabbed into your back. Then there was the weight on top of you. A muscular , red, and talkative weight.

"Owww, oh fuck, that hurt. I hit bones. I just hit someon--oh." Deadpool groaned, snapping his elbows back into place to get a good look at you. He blinked. "Well lookey here, who the hell are you? Wait, did i kill them?" He gasped as he saw your pained scowl.

Wade frantically shook you by the shoulders. Getting hit by something from that high should have killed you. You coughed, ugh...your whole body hurt. You don’t remember if you gave yourself overpowered abilities before hopping into this dimension…or the last one. Was it during the time you went to the Loki-verse? Season one, episode five? Nah.

"Get off of them," Logan grunted, dusting himself off from his spot a few feet away. Hey, at least you weren’t hit by both of them. "See what you did, you fucking idiot? Get away from them."

"Woah, okay! First of all, it's not like I wanted to crash into someone like a wrecking ball, got it? I am not Miley. But look, they're fine!" He shook you by the shoulder again and you spat out a bit of blood.

"Guhh..." You groaned, rolling over. Yep, your bones were definetly crushed.

"We're not here to poke around, Wade. We're on a mission." Logan glanced at your beat up form wearily--oh well, if you weren't dead by now you'll be fine.

"Fine," Wade let go of you, letting your body flop back onto the sand with another "thud" on impact. "Oops, Im sooo sorry. I-..oh come on! Don't you have at least a little bit of a curious tickle? They can help us." He whined, gesturing to you and to Logan.

"They're a stranger, bub. Just...leave em there." He hesitated, then grunted and turned the other way.

You groaned in pain again--seems like they're your only lines--and sat up on your elbows. Your head was pounding and suddenly it was too bright outside. "W-wait..I’m fine..just let me.." You pressed your palm against your forehead.

Wade leaned down in front of you, placing his hands on his knees. "Oh, you're alive. Good. Why are you here, little buddy?"

You tried laughing nervously but a cough interrupted you. Right, there was sand in your lungs. "I uh...couple years ago I touched a timeline I shouldn't have. More like, a lot of timelines. Kinda-sorta fucked up."

Wade let out a loud gasp and placed his hands on the sides of his face, then made a giddy noise. "Eek! Fuck up twinsies! You heard that, Logan? We aren't the only dimensional fuck ups!" He was oddly enthusiastic, the scruffy guy in the distance wasn't so much.

Actually now that you think about it, he seemed a bit enraged. Just a bit. “Who the hell is we?”

"Who are you again?" You muttered, grunting as you worked on standing up. Wade extended a hand and you took it, before you could thank him—he quite literally yanked you up by the arm like a fucking ragdoll. You hit his chest and your eyes widdened.

"How the heck do you not know me? I mean you probably don’t know him, that sexy beast of a man is Logan, professionally Wolverine. Not a very good one though. Anyway, I'm Wade Wilson, but you can call me Wade. Or Deadpool. Or the Merc with a Mouth. Or the Chimichanga Bandit. Or—"

"Wade, shut the fuck up."

Wait.

“Wait, you’re Deadpool and Wolverine? Like the real ones?”

PART 2

[teslasucks37]

still thinking abt tommy saying “smash” for charlie in his smash or pass vid and im giggling and twirling my hair bc hes SO REALLL i would be super comfortable w experimenting w slime he would be so sweet 🥰

likeee okie hear me out,,, asking him to help practice w kissing and hes sooo sweet and guides u thru it ans then oops!! gets a little too heated and yall end up fucking lmaooo

- sloobiesanon

CW: NSFW under the cut, BestFriend!Charlie, Dom!Charlie, Corruption Kink, afab!Reader (Fem clothing but no pronouns), Ownership Kink, HornyVirgin!Reader, Slight Degredation

A/N: Omg I need that dick I NEED THAT DICK!!! This is 2.5k words… 😨

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Experimentation

Charlie was speechless, his palms sweating into the material of his jeans.

The two of you had been sitting on your couch watching a movie, completely innocent, until you’d brought up the fact that you were going on a date the next day.

Your first date ever.

“You wanna…”

“Please? I just- I don’t want to tank my first date because I’m inexperienced.” You pleaded, your body turned to face him completely.

Charlie was your best friend.

You’d known each other since sophomore year of college, being practically inseparable ever since, even becoming roommates after graduating around a year ago.

And for all those years that he knew you, never once did you mention your dating life.

He supposed this was why.

He felt stiff next to you, not uncomfortable, just processing. “And so… You want me to…”

You frowned, burrowing your face in your hands. “Please don’t say it again, I already feel weird.”

“No! It’s not…” Charlie stammered, struggling to find what words he really meant. “You don’t need to be embarrassed… I just…”

He didn’t want you to feel bad.

It was flattering, if anything, that you trusted him enough to even ask.

And it’s not like he didn’t want to kiss you…

He did.

He really did.

And maybe that was the problem…

But when you were sitting across from him, eyes big and pleading, how could he ever find it in himself to deny you?

“Just to practice?” He asked softly, glancing at you nervously, his teeth chewing on the inside of his cheek.

You nodded frantically, scooting closer to him like a nervous puppy. “I would also appreciate… Tips.”

He chuckled, almost in disbelief at how open you were being about this. “If it won’t… Make anything weird-“

“It won’t, scouts honor!” Your hand shot up, your open hand facing toward him.

Charlie grinned, reaching for your hand and folding your thumb and pinky finger into your palm to form an actual scout’s salute.

His touch was warm in your hand, lingering for just a moment too long.

“Okay.”

“Really?” You released your salute to grip onto his hand, something you would do often, grabbing his hand to reassure him or ask for his help.

He’d originally seen it as an innocent gesture, just something you did with all your friends, but when you were holding his hand asking him to kiss you, asking him to take away your chance for a real first kiss, he wasn’t so sure it was completely innocent anymore.

“Yeah.” Charlie’s tone was low, not realizing how close you’d gotten to him until then, glancing at your lips. “I’ll help.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

You really didn’t think that would work.

But here he was, your best friend, ready to kiss you.

And as he leaned in, lips parting slightly, you closed your eyes and felt fireworks explode from your mouth, back to your cheeks and brain, blood rushing to every inch of your body.

Your hand twitched and tightened your grasp on each other.

Charlie’s lips were so soft, tasting like strawberry jelly, the donuts you’d eaten together just mere minutes ago.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

Until he pulled away.

You nearly chased his lips, but took a deep breath instead.

Charlie grinned, a small smile that made his dimples obvious. “Breathe through your nose.”

You brought a hand to his shoulder, gently dragging him back to your lips, which he accepted.

He smelled like home, like comfort and joy.

You supposed you’d never noticed it before.

How he smelled.

Other men would wear colognes, musk mixed with spice or something oddly vascular.

But Charlie smelled vaguely of citrus, just the beginning hints of it, enough to recognize the smell but not enough to really identify it.

Every time you kissed him you felt something new.

A new depth of him that you’d never gotten to experience before.

But you wanted more.

So you pulled away.

He could see you getting frustrated, a look of upset in your eyes.

“But… How do I…”

He just grinned at your impatience. “I’ll show you…”

Your body shivered at his words.

“Open your mouth a little…” He whispered against your lips, waiting for you to do so before he pressed back into you.

His instructions made your mind race, you wanted him to teach you more, to tell you how to do everything just the way he liked it.

When your tongues touched it felt electric, causing you to jump slightly, before falling into a rhythm that made too much sense to pull away.

It felt so right, his familiar touch, his newly-familiar taste.

A tingling fell to below your chest, seating deep in your core.

Your thighs clenched at the sensation, giving only the smallest gratification to your clit.

You were so wet, you could feel it underneath your skirt, on your soaked panties that pressed against your thighs.

His tongue in your mouth was the only thing you’d ever imagined when pleasuring yourself.

When he pulled away, you knew you’d be chasing that feeling for the rest of your life.

But you could have it right now if you wanted, it was inches away from you, Charlie was right there to provide.

So you slowly leaned in to kiss him again, Charlie’s eyes fluttering shut as your lips met again.

He groaned into your lips as you climbed into his lap, straddling his hips and continuing to kiss him.

Charlie’s hands hovered just inches away from your waist, twitching with want, until he caved and cupped your body like it was breakable.

His own brain was melting, everywhere you touched felt like it was on fire.

He had to fight tooth and nail to keep his hands from lowering onto your ass.

This was just supposed to be practice, right?

But he gasped when you’d brushed against something hard beneath you, causing you to pull away, wondering if you’d done something wrong. “Sorry, I just-“

He didn’t have the words to explain himself, why he’d gotten hard at his best friend kissing him.

But you didn’t give a damn.

“Will you teach me?” You whispered to him, rubbing your clothed core on the hard print of his dick in his jeans.

Charlie’s brain nearly short circuited at the request. “Teach you… What?”

You thought for a moment, before you grabbed the hem of your shirt, rolling it up and off your body.

You wanted for him to see all of you.

To gaze at you through those eyes you’d tried so hard not to stare into for any longer than necessary.

You’d just felt so wrong, imagining him touching you, kissing you, fucking you…

You weren’t really sure how you actually felt about him.

Maybe you had a little crush on him and all of this talk of “inexperience” was just your way of creating something between you two.

A desperate attempt, you would admit.

You’d imagined him taking advantage of you in the smallest ways during sleepovers, watching you change through the door to your bedroom you may have intentionally left open just a crack once or twice.

Or catching him staring at the pair of slutty panties you’d one time left on your floor of your room just so he would see them.

One time, you’d thought about cuddling up to him during one of your sleepovers and rubbing your ass against him to egg him on, but you didn’t.

You just wanted him to do something.

But he didn’t.

He was just so nice.

So caring.

Completely respectful of you and your personal space.

But you didn’t want him to be respectful anymore.

You wanted him to want you as much as you wanted him.

Charlie’s eyes dilated at the sight of your tits, cupped in a cute little bra.

“Teach me how to make someone feel good…” You pleaded, your face flushed and hot.

Charlie opened his mouth to object.

He had definitely taken this too far.

He’d wanted you so bad, he’d managed to push aside any feelings to help you.

He just couldn’t do this with you if it wasn’t him that you actually wanted…

But how could he stop when you were practically begging him to keep going?

So Charlie’s hands released your waist, slither down between your bodies and unbuckling his belt.

You watched as his fingers unzipped his fly, opening his jeans to reveal his boxers, simple and black, before he pulled his cock from the confines of his clothes.

You felt your pussy flutter around nothing, the ache in your core getting stronger.

“Take your… Your hand.” Charlie stuttered, obviously embarrassed that he was exposed like this, but still trying to keep his cool.

He gripped your wrist, bringing your fingers slowly to his tip, flushed and leaking.

You shuddered at the feeling of a cock in your hand for the first time.

And not just any cock, Charlie’s.

He was smooth, but hard, the stiff muscle beneath the skin twitching at your touch.

He was breathing harder than you’d ever heard him before, practically panting as you experimentally circled over his slit with pre-cum beading over it.

“Just uh… Hah… Go slow.” Charlie mumbled, his gaze trained on your hand as you stroked him slowly.

The rasp in his voice made a warmth form in your brain, sliding like honey down your spine.

Your wrist turned around him slowly, pumping him up and down all the way down to his base.

“Squeeze tighter… I can take it.” He grinned, licking his lips and glancing between your legs.

In your passion, your skirt had managed to ride up on your thighs, revealing the slightest view of your panties to him.

They were soaked, darker in the middle where your pussy had drooled all over itself.

You followed his instructions, tightening your grip on him and speeding up just slightly.

“Fuck~” Charlie’s head fell back, letting out a groan at your movements. “Yeah, just like that.”

You felt your chest heave, watching him struggle to keep sounds down.

It wasn’t fair, you wanted to feel good too.

So you took your hands off him.

His head lifted to look up at you, eyes foggy and out of it. “Why’d you stop?” He slurred out, a hand moving to grip your thigh.

You whimpered with guilty eyes, so sensitive to his touch, which made his eyes widen.

“Oh…”

“I still haven’t…” You struggled to get the words out.

“And… You want me to…”

You nodded bashfully.

You wanted it to be him, needed it to be him.

You felt so safe with him.

You couldn’t imagine anyone else you would be willing to go this far with.

Both of you realized then that this wasn’t for practice anymore, but for your pure lust.

Charlie knew you hadn’t had sex yet.

It was one of the many things he teased you for.

But to hear it straight from your mouth when you were begging for his cock…

He wanted to fuck your virgin pussy and ruin you for anyone else.

You’d been such a whore in front of him so many times.

Every dirty thought he’d ever had toward you could finally come out to play.

Charlie’s fingers dug into the meat of your thigh. “You want me to fuck you?”

You nodded desperately, shy, yet so fucking horny.

He couldn’t resist, shoving his hands between your legs and moving the middle of your panties to the side to see the pretty little cunt that was so hungry for his cock.

Shit, he’d imagined what your pussy would look like for years, but nothing could compare to the real thing, so cute and wet for him.

He thought about having you bounce on him, but it just wouldn’t be enough.

Charlie needed to be so deep inside you that you would feel him for days afterward.

He needed to corrupt you, make you feel so good you’d never turn to someone else ever.

Turn you into such a cock hungry slut, you’d want him all the fucking time.

So he gripped your hips, flipping you around so you were on your knees for him on the couch.

He flipped your skirt up, moving your panties out of the way completely, and kissed your entrance with his tip.

“You want me to take your virginity?” He asked teasingly, moving half of the head of his cock in and out of you.

You breathed heavily, moaning and wiggling your ass at him. “Please, Char~ Fuuuck!”

Your pleads were cut off as he slowly sunk inside you.

It hurt a little, the pain only turning to pleasure when he stopped at the hilt, completely balls deep in you.

It was such an intoxicating feeling, having your best friend inside you.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Charlie moaned, trying an experimental movement of dragging out and slipping back in.

And it was so fucking easy cause of how wet you were.

So he thrusted harder, faster, making you whine even louder.

“Feels good?” He whispered to you, leaning down to grip your arms, pulling you back onto him vigorously.

You gripped his arms in tandem, pulling yourself back onto him. “Ooh~ yesss~”

“Practicing, my ass.” Charlie growled out, forcefully thrusting into you enough to punch the air out of your lungs. “You just wanted me to touch you like a little slut.”

You moaned in response, smiling wildly.

You knew it was true, every time he would tease you or make fun of you for being a virgin you’d have to restrain yourself from jumping his bones then and there.

Cause you knew he would be so nice and let you fuck him.

But if you knew sex would feel this good, you would have propositioned him so long ago.

“You’re all mine.” Charlie mumbled deliriously. “Pussy’s all mine…”

You felt so helpless, his iron grip on your arms releasing, sure to leave the most delicious bruises.

His fingers trailed around your body to grasp your tits, still sitting pretty in your bra, before he tugged it down and freed them, wrapping his big hands around them.

“Char~ Charlie~” You moaned, feeling him switch angles and pound up into a spot that made you see stars. “So deeeeeep! Aahh~”

“Yeah? Did I find your spot, baby?” He asked, pinching and tugging on your nipples. “Are you gonna cum?”

You nodded frantically, making him growl out a moan, going even harder and fucking into you with a fervor that only Charlie could give you.

“Ohhh fuuuuckk~” You cried out, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling him into you as you came, squirting everywhere on shaking legs, your pussy fluttering around him.

He let out a groan, his legs shaking as well as he pumped into you, cumming in tandem.

Your cum dripped down your legs, his balls, even the bottom of his shirt, the green fabric wet and smelling of sex.

Fuck, the whole room probably smelled like sex.

You finally could say that, too, knowing what that meant.

He pulled out, making you shudder, and laid down, bringing you into his chest.

“You should maybe uh… Cancel that date tomorrow…” Charlie chuckled under his breath, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You grinned in response, nuzzling into his neck. “Definitely.”

[shotmrmiller]

Uninvited, Unexpected.

a/n: it's nice until the very end. it hints at baby trapping. one solid sentence that's kinda degrading (i couldn't help myself ok) this was in the works for so long, i did so much research just to use words. english is hard. and ignore the plot holes, for my sake. my sanity.

this is SMUT. 18+mdni please (if im missing anything else, lmk)

ty to my wonderful beta readers @waves-against-a-cliff & @xoxunhinged

wc: 3,1K

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!reader

my contribution to the @glitterypirateduck ghost challenge. idc if i wrote it much earlier lol.

You're awoken by a loud noise. At first, you think you dreamt it. Exploding head syndrome, maybe. You strain your hearing but it's quiet, save for the occasional creak of the house settling, its old bones creaking in the dead of night. Rain gently patters against the windows, blurring the world outside.

A flash of sudden light illuminates the bedroom, casting elongated shadows across the floor, followed by a loud crack that rattles the glass. Thunder. You should've guessed.

The frantic beating of your heart slows to a gentle roll, and your eyes leaden with sleep. The soft pillows beckon, the warm blankets cradle you as you sink back onto the mattress.

Only for you to be snapped back into reality, drowsiness dissipating like a morning mist.

Someone's knocking on your door.

Your heart is in your throat as you quickly peel off the blankets, the chill of the floorboards underneath your bare feet seeping into your bones.

In the bookshelf sits the gun Simon had given you before he had moved out, the rumble of his voice a ghost in your ear. "For protection," he'd murmured, placing the cold metal onto your open palms. "Jus' in case."

Your trembling fingers fumble as you search for it in the dark, flinching as a couple of books spill from the shelf onto the floor, pages rustling in your urgency.

The knocking persists.

The metal of the grip is unyielding in your clammy hands. You've never tested it before, never had the displeasure. As you hold it close to your chest with a quivering breath, you hope tonight won't change that.

Simon's instructions echo in your mind as you approach the front door. "Thumb the safety. Hold the grip with both hands. Do not, under any circumstance, put your finger on the trigger unless you're plannin' on sendin' hate. Clear?"

Your throat tightens, a phantom snake coiling around the narrow passage, and panic grips your heart as you reach for the blinds, slowly hooking two fingers and carefully pulling down to look at who is—

Simon.

Simon?

Sweat-slick fingers flip the light switch before quickly undoing the locks, the hinges groaning in protest as the door opens.

"What the hell?"

It's Simon, disheveled— maskless— swaying on his feet. His eyes are half-closed and unfocused. Johnny's holding him up by the arm, struggling to keep him upright.

"S'ry, bonnie. We wen' out fer a few 'nd clearly, he's out 'is face. Quite crabbit, too. He said ye'd let 'em sleep 'ere," he slurs.

Simon's not the only one who's pissed. With a resigned sigh, you gesture at the couch with your free hand. "There, I guess."

That he thought of you even in his drunken haze tugs at your fragile heartstrings.

Johnny guides him to the catch, a quiet C'mon LT to spur him forward. Heavy boots thud against the floor as they stumble toward the living room while you carefully place the gun on the kitchen countertop before reaching for a water bottle in the pantry. Johnny snickers under his breath as Simon collapses onto the sofa, the springs protesting his weight.

Two bottles, then.

You watch Simon's head loll as you hand Johnny the water. "Tell me you aren't the one driving, Johnny," you grumble.

He takes it with a quiet thanks. "Naw. Cap'n's stone cold sober."

Small mercies.

Johnny gives Simon a rough slap to the side of his leg as he bids him goodbye, pulling you in for an embrace tight enough that your spine pops before walking out the door.

You let out another sigh as the lock clicked back into place. The tangy, sour scent of stale alcohol mixed with stings at your nose, as does the invasive smell of smoke.

His boots are mud-caked, and you'll be damned if he stains your nice furniture with his mess. "Shoes off." He groans but complies. The laces come undone quickly, and you tug his shoes off with a grunt. "Simon."

His glassy eyes meet yours. "Drink your water." The burning need to chuck it at his head is one you have to vehemently smother into embers. Moron. Only Simon would have the gall to show up unannounced months after the separation. And drunk.

You push the bottle into his chest roughly and make to go back to bed when he encircles his hand around your wrist and the world spins on its axis, suddenly finding yourself beneath him with his face nestled in the crook of your neck.

Simon's breath is hot against your skin, the weight of his body pinning you down so achingly familiar. It stirs up past memories that would have you pressing your thighs together if he wasn't right there, using his broad waist to spread them apart.

"Missed ya, love." A confession. "S'much."

The breath you draw is jagged, his slow-spoken words hanging in the air. You want to push him away, scream at him for stumbling in and disrupting your night, your rest, your carefully crafted peace. But there's a part of you that can't help but soften at the tenderness in his tone.

"Simon," you whisper. "You're drunk. You don't know what you're saying—" his lips find your fluttering pulse. You find purchase in his shirt, shaky fingers grasping at the hem.

"'M drunk, no' no liar." Your resolve wavers. No, he never had been. Honesty hadn't been the reason for the split. It wasn't the truth he'd spoken but the truths he'd kept to himself. A fortress around his heart, the bridge to its gates raised. Unwilling to share a burden, share a life.

His warm tongue licks a hot stripe up your neck reaching the lobe of your ear where his blunt teeth sink into it. A choked gasp spills from your mouth, spine arching in reflex— your treacherous body remembering his touch, yearning for it.

"Simon—" your words get caught in your throat; snag like fishhooks when he undulates his hips, arousal creeping along your veins like ivy.

"Don't ya miss me, pet?" You've asked him to not call you that because it never fails to stoke the fire in your belly, to sodden your knickers. Before you can chide him on his choice of words, he shifts. One arm, an inked column under the soft light of the living room, holds him up just enough to bring his rugged face into focus. His eyes, like a stormy night's sky, swirl with untamed desire.

You know it's dangerous to play with fire. Touch it and burn, ache, blister. But the passion of this old flame beckons like a siren with sharp teeth. Each drag of his prominent erection against your core only succeeds in pulling you away from the shore of clarity. It's disorienting, insistent.

Relentless.

"My pretty little love," he mumbles. Simon's gaze drags from your glassy eyes to the delicate contours of your collarbone. His fingers trace lines of intimacy onto the swell of your breasts before using the pad of his thumb to swirl the stiffened peak of your nipple. "Say the word 'nd it all stops."

The scent of alcohol clings to him, a bitter reminder of the loss of inhibitions it brings as it warms one's chest. Blurred lines he might not mind, but you do. Lost boundaries. Rejection sits on the tip of your tongue, on the edge of your teeth when he says something that frays the last threads of your resolve.

It comes undone.

"Please. Jus' tonigh'. All I need." His words sound like footsteps in winter mire, slushed, syllables blending together.

You'll just have to kick him out on his arse in the morning.

"Okay," you breathe. Just one night, you tell yourself. He's always been good to you in the bedroom. One last hurrah wouldn't hurt. Maybe it'll allow you to finally close this painful chapter in your life and start anew, with pristine white pages and fresh ink.

Your hands, trembling with nerves and anticipation, cradle his face. The roughness of his stubble in contrast with the softness of your palms is grounding, keeping you from being pulled under your own swirling emotions.

" 'M righ' 'ere, love. You're safe with me, always." He whispers the last words reverently, a vow. Simon's breath mingles with yours as he leans in for a kiss.

The world around you fades, your senses tunneled on the feel of his lips, the taste of him— mildly sweet with a hint of peppermint. He slants his head to deepen the kiss, and the bruising ache in your heart is replaced by another, one that burns brightly and threatens to sweep you away.

The lulling sound of the pouring rain outside is drowned out by the beating of your racing heart.

The bed creaks when Simon perches you on the edge of it, quietly ordering you to take your top off.

"What about my bottoms?" You bite down on the gummy inside of your cheek when he pins you in place with a look— a predator eyeing its prey.

"Those are mine." Resounding. Final. A gavel in a courtroom.

You fling your shirt off, tossing it into some forgotten corner in the room, and cheekily watch Simon undress. It's not methodical like it used to be. No longer a means to an end. Experienced fingers undo the buckle of his belt before he takes it off, the leather material snapping in the air, slicing through the silence.

A quip tumbles out of your mouth faster than you can stop it. "Gonna spank me with that?"

The air around you thickens— or thins, you can't be sure— when his eyes flash to you. He kicks off his jeans, one foot after the other, wobbling as he does. "Tha' wha' you want?" The words he didn't say ring out loud and clear.

Don't rattle the cage, sweetheart. This dog isn't muzzled.

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from saying anything else, something that he might take you up on, instead focusing on the way his heavy cock hangs in between legs (dangling with each step forward—)

"M'eyes are up 'ere." Your nose scrunches at his joke. Cute.

He lowers himself onto his knees, your legs cradling his face as it hovers over your sex, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on your heated skin.

The sleeping shorts you're wearing are ratty and worn. They're thin too, practically translucent from constant use. Which means that he can see that you're not wearing any undergarments underneath.

"Hope you know I can—" Heat licks up the sides of your jaw, pooling in your cheeks as you cut him off with a snappy remark.

"Yes. I know."

The tip of his pointed tongue drags along the seam of your shorts, right along your slit. Your breath hitches, and you clench your jaw to keep from making a sound. Your back bows involuntarily, the feeling startling, intense.

"Can see tha' clear as day, as if lookin' through a windowpane, pet," he taunts. The words that are forming, almost ready to spill out, freeze in place when his mouth comes in direct contact with your slippery cunt. He licks once, twice, through your folds, slightly dipping into your slick entrance, only pulling away to nuzzle your pearl with his misaligned nose.

"Sweet as a peach, jus' like I remember," he purrs, the timbre of his voice buzzing against your puffy lips. "Missed this." A mewl slithers past your grit teeth when he gently sinks one thick finger into you, curling and twisting. Arousal drips onto his knuckle, tracing a hot path down to his wrist. He coos at you when he adds another digit, hissing at the sharp but brief pinprick of the stretch.

"Bloody fuckin' tight." Simon rises off the floor, the quiet sound of his knees popping swallowed up by your harsh pants. "Gotta let me in, love. Relax."

He keeps the thrusts shallow, his fingers dragging deliciously along your nerve endings. The sting soon fades, giving way to a gentle warmth that unfurls inside of you, letting Simon reach deeper until—

Your muscles stiffen, tight like a spring when he brushes over the rough patch of skin that has bursts of light appearing across your eyelids.

"Look at ya. Droolin' like a mutt with my fingers stuffed up your pretty cunt."

There's a pressure in your lower belly that's steadily building with each sloppy thrust of his hand, pulling squelching noises from your sodden pussy. He finally, finally, latches onto your neglected clit, lightly sucking on it in tandem with his fingers.

Your chin drops to your chest as everything nears a breaking point. The pressure inside you has your body wound tight. The fibers of your muscles contract, almost painfully, preparing for the release of what's to come, what can't be ignored.

The swirling of his golden tongue pushes against the boundaries of your endurance, pushes you to the precipice, where you finally hit the point of no return. You can feel something about to give, ecstasy trickling through the cracks in your foundation, uncontrollable, raw. Your fingers thread through Simon's hair, curling tightly, pulling it taut when you feel something about to give—oh fuck—

Snap.

The structure that holds everything in place collapses.

A sudden release of pent-up energy and emotion erupts like a dam bursting, a cleansing flood that washes away the grime of old wounds, of bitterness, leaving the edges softened so they can heal; knit closed and scar over. Closure. It touches every part of you, filling you with a sense of liberation.

Your heart beats freely, it throbs with life as a wave of relief washes over you, soothing, a balm over scraped flesh, a rush of cool air into starved lungs.

A lightness that comes after being weighed down with burdens for so long.

Simon's hands encircle your arms firmly— fingers digging into the meat of your biceps— and effortlessly maneuvers you toward the center of the bed as if your lethargic form were a feather caught in a breeze; weightless, insignificant.

Gentle but unyielding.

There's a ringing in your ears that muffles his voice, blurring the edges of his words, an unintelligible hum, as if you were underwater. The sensation leaves you feeling adrift in a tranquil sea, cradled in its silken embrace. The only anchor you have to the muzzy reality is his warm touch.

"'M sorry, sweetheart. I can't," he apologizes, hooking your right leg over his shoulder. You let out a sibilant hiss as he leans forward, pushing your knee to your chest, the corded muscle of your hamstring pulling to its limit. "Can't wait anymore, 'm sorry."

Simon gives you a sloppy kiss as his heaving length prods at your swollen entrance, the tip breaching your pussy with a warm burn that starts from under your navel and only flares, radiating from your core outward. It's searing, the initial bite of the stretch disrupts the haze in your muddled mind, bringing the world around you into cutting clarity.

A guttural noise claws up his throat as Simon sheathes himself halfway, his growled words not the salve he was hoping for. It only grates at already raw nerves, abrasive.

"Jus' a little more, you can take it." He winds a hand downward to draw messy circles on your slippery clit, to stifle the roaring fire in your stomach, your chest. "You already have."

His jerky touch does its job, transforming the sharp burn of him wrenching your walls apart fiber by fiber into a quiet glow; smoldering heat now simmering. You soften, mellow and pliant, accept him into your body as he sinks to the hilt with a quiet groan.

"There's my girl. Takin' all of it like you were made f'me." Simon's words of praise tangle around your spine, electric, prickling. Your heart gallops like a herd of horses, wild and free. "Liked tha' did you? Jus' about strangled my cock with your tight cunt."

He rolls his hips once, twice, searching for signs of discomfort, but when only warm pleasure laps at your heels, when the barest of moans spill from your open lips, Simon begins to put his weight behind his thrusts.

Through half-lidded eyes, you see a raw, primal hunger reflected in his eyes— his soul, the one he'd claimed to have lost long ago, back with his reason, his sanity.

Yet he looks down at you as if you were his only salvation. A lifeline he grabs onto with an unyielding grip, his only tether to hope, purpose. A lighthouse shining in a raging storm, a beacon calling him home.

Simon presses a large hand onto your lower stomach, his work-worn palm pushing until you wince, brows furrowing at the fleeting whisper of pain.

"Can feel myself right here," he sluggishly mumbles, drunk of the feel of your cunt, the taste of your skin on his tongue— sweet like ripened figs. The sensory overload has him sinking his fingers into your flesh until it dimples.

He murmurs something under his taxed breath, something akin to mine, only mine as his lips leave a slick trail of saliva on the dip of your collarbone, the gentle curve of your shoulder, the thin, soft skin of your bicep up to your inner wrist, where he laps at your pulse.

As if savoring the present. The precious gift he's unwrapped, here and now. The last taste of you, which he hopes with a reverence that borders on prayer, lingers on his tongue long after the fruit— the sweet evidence of this one last intimacy— falls from the bough.

Simon comes with his teeth in the crook of your neck, biting down with a crushing pressure that has an acute pain digging its spurs into your consciousness, cutting the blazing euphoria of your own release short.

His cock is still twitching as he fills you with his spend when he takes his thumb and collects some of your slick to take you over the edge one last time.

"F'me. You can take it, yeah? I'll go slow, I promise."

Simon presses a kiss on your sweaty temple, his large hand cupping your jaw as he lazily watches you succumb to sleep, your breath evening out.

He reaches for your arm again, feeling for the birth control implant you'd had there when the both of you were still together.

Gone.

Sweet girl. You'd let him in without a fight. (He makes a mental note to wash the beer off of his clothes tomorrow.)

He knows your cycle better than the lines that are etched onto his palm. Better than the voice of the captain who rumbles in his earpiece, ordering him to go for the throat.

From the moment you'd stepped into his life with eternity in your eyes and the warmth of the sun on your lips, you were his. And he'll do anything to remain in your orbit.

(left unable to distinguish prison from paradise when each poison-coated kiss softens the world he'll build for you and for what's to come.)

[yoitsjay]

😈😈😈

The way I got the grinch smile reading all your kinky! reader stuff-

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My ahh HOWLING at the moon from all the good food you serve, chef!

Back to request the batboys (+Damian) wearing lingerie with a dom! reader.

Idk why, but seeing guys in pretty lingerie, it just- It does something to my psyche, my neurons are activated when I see that good stuff-

Also, congrats on 200 followers! Wish you more!

👏👏👏

~😈 anon

OK no more kinky stuff after this cuz I'm gunna get all kinked out- Kebdkdndj

Your lucky fuckers.

It's my favorite color

Summary: your all horny bastards and I hate you /j

Warnings: short and sweet, batboys in lingerie of your favorite color

A/n: IM ALL KINKED OUT 😭 i need angst in my holes

Bruce Wayne:

Seeing him in bed, in lingerie, that was your favourite color- it almost killed you.

You stared at Bruce, wide eyed, mouth agape as you took in his appearance, kneeling on the bed.

Then your nose started bleeding, and he started panicking.

seeing him run in this tight, lacy lingerie.

you passed out.

yeah he'd try it again another night.

Dick Grayson:

You were frantically shedding clothes off of each other, his leg wedged between your thighs as he pinned you to the wall and kissed you feverishly… you slid your hands up his shirt, and your eyebrows furrowed as you felt something lacy up on his chest.

You then slipped your hands down, past the band of his sweatpants and you moved to cup his ass, and again felt the same fabric.

You pulled your head back, pushing against his chest before you roughly tugged down his pants and gasped.

“Lingerie? Really Grayson? You thought that was gonna make me feel better after the shit you pulled on patrol yesterday-”

“I bought you a matching set-”

You pause, staring up at the tall man as you both stand awkwardly In front of each other in the hallway, panting, sweating…

“Get your ass in the bedroom Grayson. And grab my rope.”

Jason Todd:

Jason always seemed to be surprising you. From being alive again, to being a moany little bitch when pegged, to this.

Him in Lingerie, which just so happened to be your favorite color.

“Uhm- i iust- i know this is weird but-” he spoke up as you stared, watching as you silently walked over before tugging on the Lingerie bottoms, and the leather straps around his thick, muscly thighs.

You slowly moved to straddle his lap, then kissed him, softly, holding him close before you pulled back and rested your head against his.

“I want you to set up the camera and rail me Todd, wearing what you're wearing.”

Tim Drake:

It had been late, you and Tim were still at Wayne Enterprises, clocking in those overtime hours.

with some coffee in your hands, you made your way towards Tim’s office. You noticed that the blinds were closed, which you found odd, since he liked to keep them open for the most part.

You approached the door, and adjusted the cups in your hands before knocking on the door. “Timmy? You alright?” You called out to him.

“Yeah baby I'm good! Come in.” He called out to you, and so you did. Opening up the door and stepping inside, keeping your eyes on the coffee as you shut the door behind you, before glancing up at Tim, smiling, then glancing away, only to double back when your eyes clocked what he was wearing.

The coffee slipped from your Hands and clattered to the floor, spilling everywhere.

“UGH! Look what you made me do! If you're gonna dress up like a slut, then you can clean up the problem you made.” You hissed, and gestured To the floor. “On your knees and clean. After that I'll show you what I do to boys who look good in lace.”

Damian Wayne:

This is so unlike him.

Wearing female underwear, let alone your favorite color.

But you had been doing quite a lot together lately, and he accidentally stumbled upon one of your magazines, Which happened to show off men in lingerie.

You had one of the pictures circled

That was the set he bought.

Now he waited in your apartment (he may or may not have a key), and waited impatiently for you to walk in…

And on cue, you did.

“Dami?” you called out, already knowing damn well he was in your apartment. You had that tingly feeling every time he was around you.

Then you spotted him in the living room and you screamed.

From shock, and- yeah no, just shock.

Your boyfriend was wearing lingerie from a catalog and the set was so specific you knew he had read your magazine.

“I told you not to snoop through my things Dami! I mean holy shit- your smoking, this looks really good on you and you definitely deserve a BJ, but privacy!” You squeaked out, dropping your things and making your way over to him.

“It's not even my birthday yet-” you muttered.

Tag list:

All: @only-my-unexistent-fiances @francesfarhadi

Batfam:

BW smut: @ilaiise

DG smut: @ilaiise

JT smut: @ilaiise

TD smut: @ilaiise

DW smut:

[billsbabydoll]

can you make a smut fanfic of Tom?? My idea was that it is about him being a gangster in the neighborhood of a ghetto area. The reader lives with her older brother and is young. She is known to be very innocent and stuff so she’s a sub and he’s a dom. So it’s like age play and shit! and he calls her ‘shorty’ and ‘good girl’.

Thanks!

-contains:SMUT!

-summary:request!!!

-WARNINGS:sub!reader, dom!tom, dirty talk, i dont know sex.

-notes:any time i post anything other than smut, im reminded that my audience is just bunch of horny bitches (i love yall regardless).

“make sure your back by 8, ya hear me!” your brother yelled as you rushed out of the door.

24th street, a hood packed with; drugs, sex, and it wouldn’t be complete without a gang and their notorious leader “tom kaulitz”. he was just freshly released out of jail, so of course the neighborhood was on high alert, especially your older brother.

as a result of your brothers overprotectiveness; everyone knew you were completely off limits, everyone knew you were simply untouchable, well everybody but him-

“where we goin’ mama?” you heard someone shout from behind, your steps immediately speeding up.

a set of hands reach out and begin shaking your shoulders frantically, causing you to give in and turn around,

“damn shorty, you got me chasing after you!” he chuckled, his teeth flashing you a gentle smile.

“can i help you?” you politely asked, but he just shakes his head and proceeds to step closer, his face hardly an inch away from your own.

“let’s head back to my place right quick,

don’t worry bout’ nothing..

your brother won’t find out.”

you look side to side, but there was no one else around, just you two. he proceeds to extend his hand out, slightly gesturing for you to accept.

this is the last thing you should be doing,

and thats exactly why you placed your hand in his.

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he held your hand with one hand, his free arm finding it way around your shoulder. he then guided you towards his house, managing your way past his friends, and finally into his room.

while he closed and locked the door, you took notice of the graffiti on the walls, the random stacks of cash, and his collection of handguns.

“nothing to be scared of ma, cmon over let’s sit down.” he assured, tapping you on the back before he walked over to the edge of his bed, patting the empty space next to him once he was sat.

you softly smile at him and follow his direction, fixing your denim skirt after you were seated, staring down at your lap shyly-

“my brother would kill me if he knew i was here..” you nervously joked, fingers rapidly fidgeting with the seems of your skirt.

“what he doesn’t know wont hurt em, like i said you got nothing to worry about shorty.”

he gently lifted your head up and leaned in, tangling your lips into a delicate kiss, his large hands now cupping your cheeks, your immediate shock soon replaced with tender indulgence.

toms tongue soon tangled with your own, both fighting for dominance; to which obviously we know who won that battle.

his hands moved from your cheeks to your waist, pulling and sitting you down on his lap, his fingers tightly digging into your hips as he began gliding your clothed sex against his growing arousal.

“t-tomm..” you muttered in between desperate kisses.

“shh i know, i know mama.”

he replied, suddenly breaking the kiss, his eyes now staring into your own. he removes one of his hands away from your waist, his hand easily lifting your skirt all the way up.

“is this alright with you? i promise, i gotcha.” he asked before proceeding, his eyes searching for any sort of discomfort in your face.

you quickly nodded, a pinkish blush spreading across your cheeks. who would’ve guessed, such a ‘aggressive’ man, has the softest heart.

he nods back, placing one last kiss on your lips— he slightly taps you on thigh signaling for you to lift up, while he unbuckled his jeans and pulls down his garments: you took the opportunity to remove your tank-top and lace panties.

you both looked back at each other once you were finished, his eyes so light and softened, you couldn’t help but just melt.

“you just relax okay?

be the good girl i know you are…”

you lightly giggle at his comment, but you were suddenly silenced by the sensation of him entering inside you. he starts slow at first, letting you adjust to his thick tip for a second, before then engulfing his full length inside you.

he sits you fully back down on his lap, hissing as he feels your gummy walls clinging to his cock…

he places his hands to your sides again, helping you steadily rise up and down on him. you bury your face into his shoulder, your arms clinging to his shoulders.

“ugh-that’s it, keep fucking your pussy on me.”

“so fuckin’ sensitive are ya hm?”

“good girl taking this fucking dick..”

he praised, by now his pace was deep enough to have your pussy throbbing and your legs quivering. you mouth hanged out spewing uncontrollable moans, toms ears blessed by your precious sounds.

smack

smack!

smack

was the noise of your ass hitting against his thighs.

his left hand lowered down to squeeze and twist your supple flesh, his head slightly tilting back as he continued to groan the most filthy words to you—

“mmhrightthere!” you moaned out, lifting your head up from his shoulder; now giving him direct eye contact.

“look at you baby, such a whore for this cock,

where’s that innocent little girl gone huh?”

he cooed, smugly smirking up at you, licking his lower lip at the sight of your neediness.

he then wraps both his arms around your torso, holding onto you as he began brutally pounding himself inside you. taking full and utter dominance over you; he let you have your turn now it was his.

his pumps himself deeper and deeper into your aching cunt, an unusual combination of pleasure and delicious pain filling your senses.

“fuck fuck fuck!”

“go on cum, my little good girl..”

you can’t take it anymore, a sudden urge causing you to burst immediately at his command, silent screams leaving your throat.

he follows right after you, his thrusting becoming faster and more urgent than ever, using your pure walls for his own personal use.

his hot load oozes out of his cock, coating your stretched out cunt,

your sweet juices dribble down to his thighs, and land upon the bed-sheets.

“yo is my fucking lil’ sister here?!” both you and tom hear for outside the window.

shit.

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[solxamber]

hi! could you do the prompt "this isnt what it looks like" with ignihyde? (totally stealing this one from the person that requested with diasomnia teehee) fluff and comedy if thats okay! :D

im loving your account (and this event) by the way, your fics are so nicely written !! ty for blessing the fandom with ur works ❣️

ahh thank you so much <3 i love this game and I'm happy to contribute to the fandom!

Traitor || Idia Shroud

For the Holiday Event! || Prompt: "This isn't what it looks like" ; Genre: Comedy + A little Fluff

Idia stood at the edge of the clearing near Ignihyde dorm, clutching a crinkly bag of premium cat treats in one hand and wearing the softest gloves money could buy.

His target? The fluffy, majestic feline that often lounged near the dorm, seemingly mocking his every attempt to approach it. It seemed to like everyone except him and he was determined to pet it.

Today, however, he froze in his tracks, heart lurching at the sight before him.

There you were, sitting on the ground with the cat nestled in your lap, purring like an enchanted engine. Its soft, fluffy tail swayed contentedly as you scratched under its chin, and it stretched as if it were the happiest creature in the world.

Idia's gasp was audible, sharp, and dramatic. "Et tu, Brutus?" he exclaimed, clutching his chest as though you'd driven a dagger into his heart.

You turned, startled by his voice, and your eyes widened in horror as you realized what he'd seen. "Idia, wait, this is not what it looks like!"

"Not what it looks like?!" His wild, blue flames flickered brighter. "You're petting it! The cat that ignores me no matter how hard I try! The one I've been bribing for weeks with premium treats!"

"I-I can explain!" You frantically gestured for him to calm down. The cat, blissfully unaware of the drama, butted its head against your hand for more pets. "It just… showed up, and it let me pet it! I swear I wasn’t trying to betray you!"

Idia's lip quivered as he pointed an accusatory finger. "You—you're like those traitors who trigger the secret romance route while the protagonist is stuck grinding side quests!"

You sighed, setting the cat down gently. "Come here," you said softly, patting the spot next to you.

He hesitated, still glaring at the cat like it was his nemesis. "No way. It hates me. It'll probably hiss at me if I—"

"Just come here, Idia."

Reluctantly, he shuffled closer and crouched down beside you, still sulking. To both your surprise, the cat stretched out lazily and placed a paw on Idia’s knee. Its eyes half-lidded with feline approval, it allowed him to pet it.

Idia froze. "Wait… seriously?!"

"See? It likes you too." You grinned, nudging him playfully.

A hesitant hand reached out, gloved fingers brushing through the cat’s fur. When it didn’t bolt, his shoulders relaxed, and a faint smile crept onto his face. "I… I did it," he whispered, his tone reverent.

The cat purred louder, and Idia’s smile grew until he turned to you with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "Okay, fine. You're not Brutus. You’re like, uh… my co-op partner. But don’t think I forgot your betrayal!"

You rolled your eyes, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "You’re ridiculous."

Later that night, as you sat in his room after watching him animatedly retell the story of his victorious cat-petting to Ortho, Idia surprised you by hugging you from behind. His arms were loose but warm, and his voice was softer than usual.

"Hey," he mumbled, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Sorry about the Brutus thing. I was just… you know."

You laughed, leaning back into him. "I know. I didn’t take it seriously."

Idia’s grip tightened slightly as he pressed a quick kiss to your temple. "Good. ‘Cause, uh… I’m glad you’re here. And, you know, I still love you too."

Your smile widened as you turned to kiss him on the cheek. The betrayal had been forgiven, and Idia had gained a new feline ally—and a new reason to hold you closer.

Masterlist

[vellihor]

unspoken. chapter 2.

cw: sylus x non-mc reader, idiots in love, mute reader, knives, blood, violence, gore, trauma, angst, fluff, reader is painfully oblivious! (in the beginning at least), SLOW BURN, intentional lowercase, inspiration from og LADS lore but may contain altered versions :)

word count -> 2056

italics mean reader’s thoughts

bold italics are sound effects

quotes are for phone texts

“normal text in quotes are speech”

“italicised text in quotes are signed speech”

author's note: well, i didn't expect this to get the love it has. thank you guys!

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mephisto sits on your window sill, projecting the surveillance video of the guest room. miss hunter cuffed to the bed post, wary and antsy. sylus still hasn’t explained his reason for bringing her here. something about this situation unsettled you and you had no idea why. you took the liberty of moving her into the guest room after sylus recovered. you know what? i don’t care anymore. call me petty. if he didn’t want me knowing, i shall stay ignorant. whatever happens is none of my business.

you picked up your leather jacket and waved mephisto to follow you. stopping in front of the guest room, you gesture for mephisto to keep up the surveillance on miss hunter. heading to the garage, you run into the twins. you try to walk past them when luke speaks. “are you hunting blanco today?” you sigh and nod your head. “im going now” as the door to the garage opens. “oh, nuh-uh we are going with you.” you shrug as you walk over to your bike.

peeling down the highway, the comm buzzes with sylus’ voice. “come back now.” you turn your head and see the twins looking at you in their mustang, shrugging to say they don’t know what its about either. he hasn’t spoken to me since his gunshot wound and now he wants to order me around. disobey a direct order or postpone the mission. sighing, you motion for the twins to turn around.

-

striding through the doors with the twins flanking you, you were greeted by miss hunter wandering the hallways. the three of you stop in your tracks. there’s no way she could have gotten out by herself. which means sylus freed her. you feel the twins bristle and stiffen, ready for anything. miss hunter finally notices she isn’t alone and warily approaches. “hi, um where is the exit? i’ve been looking for about an hour now…” you stare at her, emotionless and unmoving. she looks at you, getting increasingly nervous every passing second of silence. this is a hunter?

caw. you hear mephisto before he lands on your shoulder. cawing frantically as if to complain about miss hunter who is now hurling insults at mephisto. “is that your crow? he wouldn’t stop following me. watching me. wouldn’t help me get out either. i-” you hold up your hand to stop her, mephisto now nuzzling your cheek. nobody disrespects mephisto like that. you watch as she swallows the rest of her sentence. you jerk your head at the twins and walk past her, heading to sylus’ office. she tries to follow but the twins distracted her. “miss hunter, do you want a tour of the base? come with us. this is kieran, i’m luke! we’re twins, if it wasn’t obvious already…”

pushing open the mahogany doors of sylus’ office, you are greeted with sylus looking out the window. you stop short of his desk, waiting for him to address you. he turns to you and you realise he has an expression you have never seen before but its gone in the blink of an eye. you come to a startling realisation. she’s his soulmate. a strange ache roots itself in your chest, gripping so tightly you almost suffocate. thankfully, the twins save you yet again, bursting into the office with mephisto. sylus breaks the silence, addressing the twins and you. “i plan on keeping her at the base until further notice. blanco can wait. this is not a discussion. you are dismissed.” you blink once. twice. did he- did he call us back just for this? the twins slink out of the room in obedience. you stay firmly rooted to the plush carpet. sylus raises his brow.

you aborted my mission for this?

sigh. “i need you to calm her. she’s way too antsy and wary of me” he explains, visibly holding back. scoff. two can play at that game.

wouldn’t luke and kieran be better? at least they can talk.

“kitten, just try.” his tone almost pleading. you press your lips into a thin line before nodding stiffly and heading out of the office.

-

you sit in your room, wondering what you could even do for miss hunter. you recall how she wrapped her hands around her body as she was wandering the hallways. maybe she’s cold. why would i care? a pause. shOw SoMe kINdnEsS. only because she’s sylus’ soulmate. you grumble and push yourself off the couch to grab a winter blanket and a fluffy jacket.

stopping in front of the guest room, you hear her voice clearly on the other side. “how long is he going to keep me here? this place is huge and nobody would tell me ANYTHING. the lady wasn’t saying anything, which was creepy as fuck by the way and very scary. she scares me more than sylus. if anything, i thought she would understand me as a woman. though, the twins are friendly at least… but they still work for sylus. you do too but who cares? you’re a robot crow and i’m a prisoner here. just great.”

knock. knock. you hear her footsteps shuffle towards the door. when the door swings open, you see the shock on her face. speak of the devil, i guess. you show her the blanket and jacket you brought and walk into the room. you set the items down on her bed and the idiot rushes you. dashing towards you, going for a choke. you grab her hand and flip her onto the bed. she scrambles off the bed on the opposite side. you make it a point to keep your face as neutral as possible, letting her size you up. at some point, she looks away and speaks up. “why are you here? to kill me?” her tone dripping with venom but you see it in the way her hand shakes. she’s scared. you sigh and move to the couch near the window.

i thought you might need a jacket. also, can’t have you dying here. bad omen.

as you show your phone screen to her, a flash of confusion and realisation found their way across her face. “you- you’re mute?” she stutters then gasps. “you are silent blade! i’m sorry i, uh, was hostile but you can’t blame me though-” you stop her rambling and gesture that its okay. she pauses and gives you a tentative look. after a moment, her hands move. “thank you.” you are caught off guard. how naive can she be? i just gave her a blanket and a jacket.

i don’t expect you to trust him immediately. but he would never hurt you.

you see the conflicting emotions and thoughts in her expressions. wearing her emotions on her sleeve. she’s still so naively trusting, its fucking unbelievable. you make a move to stand up and was halfway to the door when she grabs your wrist. “where… can i find you?” you hesitate before pointing at mephisto.

stalking down the hall, you decide she’s too infuriatingly naive and not worth aborting the mission over. sylus can play house with his soulmate. i have better things to do.

-

“you two entertain and watch miss hunter. i’m going after blanco.” you tell the twins in the kitchen. “uh didn’t boss say the mission was off? its pouring outside too.” kieran asks. “also they left about ten minutes ago” luke offered. “even better. anyways, two of you are enough to keep up with miss hunter. he doesn’t need the three of us to look after one hunter. don’t tell him i’m out. i’ll be back soon.”

weaving through traffic on the highway, you spot the suv you were tracking. following it at a distance, you noticed it had about five plain-sight cars as its escort detail. heavy protection huh? i’m going to enjoy taking you down. word is you are price’s supplier. let’s see how much you’ve got.

parking behind a warehouse, you slipped in through the gap in the doors, cloaked in your evol. amateurs. you are stunned when you find yourself in a warehouse full of protocores. no. these are modified protocores. this is bigger than we realised. shelves and shelves of protocores that your intel never detailed. sylus would be happy if i seized these tonight. you approach a shelf with a pulsing purple and red protocore, reaching out to touch it. big mistake. searing pain shot through your hand and spread throughout your body like a flame. you tried to drop the protocore but your fingers stayed attached to it. you drop to the floor jerking as the waves of pain crashed into your body. a dart hits you in your thigh and your evol fades, leaving you exposed. the last thing you know, a bag is put over your head. i’m so fucked.

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as you wake, you find yourself in a glass cell with white padded floors. you look up to see a lab of sorts and a man staring at you. you sit up and look around the cell.

“don’t bother. you only come out when we decide you can. very smart contraption this one.” we? the man smiles and steps closer to the cell. you subconsciously back away. “oh. where are my manners? i am oliver humphrey. but you will know me as your maker soon enough.” you didn’t like the sound of that. he picks up a paper from the table. “mute since 16? can’t have that, can we? so i took the liberty of fixing that for you. you are welcome.” you recoil from his words. nobody had been able to heal your vocal chords, said they were too far damaged to be repaired. seeing your confusion and disbelief, oliver picks up a vial of blue liquid. “its all thanks to this serum. it heals basically everything under the sun. though i have to say, you have had the most successful recovery from it.” setting down the vial, he turns to you. “now, let’s try your voice. i’m sure you have missed it.” he beams and clasps his hands in anticipation. great, a yapper. i’m captured and am a science experiment now. even if it was true, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. you stare blankly at him, offering no reaction or emotions.

“well, this is normal. after all, seven years is a long time. you will have time to practice.” he shuffles back to the front of the cell, studying you. “is there anything different? i mean it would be better if it came from you. or i could wait for the bloodwork to come back! oh the possibilities are endless! oliver you are a genius. an absolute gem!” you close your eyes and reach for your evol. you find the familiar cooling sensation draping over you as invisibility cloaks you once again. at least its not an evol restricting cell. things could be worse. then you feel an foreign tug, insistent. trying to get your attention. you reach for it. it was different. colder, freezing almost. you open your eyes and see purple tendrils swirling around your forearm, coiling and twisting. like snakes. you try to inflict it on the man in front of you. he stands there, unfazed. “oh, no no. like i said, this cell is a genius contraption. you can use your evol all you want. its useless. just like an evol restricting cell but i would say better. it’s a false sense of hope, don’t you think so?” he chuckles. “at least i know the evol infusion worked!” he giggled. “now, let’s test them shall we?” he presses a button on the console and the door behind you opens to reveal blanco in chains. you look back at oliver. “what? weren’t you hunting him? come on, try your new evol! i’m sure you are as curious as me to see what it does.”

you hesitate but your evol betrays your mind, lashing out at blanco. blanco’s eyes widen and he drops to the floor. “no no no, please no. HAVE MERCY! PLEASE NO!” you see his eyes glaze over, as if he’s seeing something else. “please… not my daughter… please i’ll do anything for you. please…” his chest wracked with the sobs that come out. you feel a cold sense of dread in your chest.

you really have a second evol.

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[glitterjay]

hi! do you write threesomes? can you write about y/n with hee and won?

⭒ threesome, exhibitionism(?, dom!heeseung, virgin!jungwon, switch!reader, pet names, smut under cut minors dni

⭒ c's note: i do write threesomes but i cant promise im good at them, hehe. im also doing my permanent taglist all over again, so if you'd like to be in it shoot me an ask or leave a comment :] also, this is all over the place so im sorry if it sucks

⭒ taglist (open): @hollyoongs

having one of your boyfriend's dearest friends watching as you got your pussy eaten out was definitely something new.

heeseung had been talking about how one of his friends, jungwon, had been getting more and more curious about the active sex lives of those in his friend circle, and to his luck, heeseung was one of his closest friends.

he had been talking with you about inviting him over some day to watch you guys do your thing, and you agreed because why not? but you didn't think it would be such a turn on like this.

you could see him through your peripheral vision as he tried to look everywhere but the bed in front of him. how his hands tried to frantically cover the very noticeable bulge under his sweats, and how he threw his head back every time you moaned heeseung's name into the air.

your boyfriend had been talking about inviting jungwon over to see the both of you do the deed. something about jungwon starting to look for hookups thanks to the influence of other friends (jake). and since heeseung was the closest one to him, why not teach him a few lessons?

your body jolted and shook as you started nearing your first high. your right hand landed perfectly on heeseung's hair to pull it, as your body arched hard and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. gasps were leaving your mouth as you came in your boyfriend's face, thanking the heavens for giving you a man with a skilled tongue like his.

"and that, won, is how you eat a girl out." he said, cleaning his chin with the back of his hand as he smacked your sensitive bud with the other, the gesture made your body shake again, a loud moan echoing the room.

the boy that was painfully sitting in a chair next to yours and heeseung's bed seemed to have his hand deep inside his sweatpants, probably trying to release some of the tension his poor cock was feeling.

"now, darling, why don't you help our special guest? hmm?"

you could see the way jungwon's face reddened even more, but his hand didnt seem to leave his dick at all. you nodded and with heeseung's help, you made it over to where the other boy was sitting. you knelt between his open legs, and asked if it was okay to touch him. the cat like boy in front of you looked over at your boyfriend for approval, who nodded in response, and mocked the same gesture.

you grabbed the hem of his sweats and boxers together, and pulled them down as fast as you could. the sudden cold air of the room made jungwon moan as it hit his sensitive member. it seemed like he was suffering a lot from the amount of precum leaking from his tip, and how hard and red it looked.

"she will help you, jungwon. trust me, her head is just as good as mine is."

you took that as your queue to go. your hand wrapped around jungwon's rock hard cock and started moving up and down. his eyes rolled to the back of his face as he threw it back in the chair, staring at the ceiling with teary eyes. it was definitely a different sensation than his own hand, and it was filling his head with clouds.

you spat on his tip, your saliva mixing with his precum before taking him in with your mouth. the sensation felt so ridiculously delicious to him that you had felt his cock twitch already. heeseung was seeing everything from the bed, his own clothes now gone and his cock in hand.

he got up from where he was sitting, pushing your head further into jungwon's dick. this made the other's body shake in response, his head shot up, wide eyes looking down at heeseung's hand on the top of your head, keeping you in place. "breathe through your nose, darling. take it in like a good girl."

the scene seemed to be taken out of the porn videos jungwon had watched on his own, and fuck was it hot. it was enough for him to cum in your mouth. heeseung was able to tell his friend was done by the change in pitch of his voice, letting go of your head to let you breathe. your own head shot up, mixtures of saliva and cum running from the corners of it as you gasped for air.

"i will let you stuff her whole, won. but no funny business. either you cum outside or you dont get to cum at all, understood?"

-

and thats how your body was being used by your boyfriend and one of his closest friends. jungwon was taking instructions from a very calm heeseung who had his cock fucking your face. your head was running to the verge of insanity. the third party was definitely hitting the right spots for it to be his first time. but yet again, he was being led by heeseung. there was no one that knew your body better than him.

"taking two cocks at a time, nobody's having it like you are, baby" heeseung cooed, ramming his hips harder and faster, the way he moved your entire body with his force was enough to have you fucking back into jungwon, who was having the time of his life. you hummed when you felt your boyfriend's dick twitch, the vibrations helping him cum.

the taste was sweeter than jungwon's, probably because you were used to it already. heeseung pulled out, quickly kissing your forehead. it was a pleasant view seeing his friend taking your pussy from behind, but he knew nobody could make you feel the way he did, so there wasnt much to worry.

"fuck jungwon... try to hit that same spot again." you said, your hand intertwined with heeseung's for moral support. the way his own name rolled of your sweet tongue made jungwon twitch yet again. he was fast to find that spot that had you seeing starts and cussing out loud, body coming to it's second orgasm of the day.

your walls felt empty when jungwon pulled his dick out, ropes of white cum landing on the bedsheets. he didnt want heeseung coming for him, although he would've loved to cum inside.

you were exhausted to say the least, and heeseung was more than welcome to take care of you for doing such a good job. not without praising jungwon as well, telling him he was ready to go make girls cum on his own. but if he felt like needed more practice, the both of you were available any time. and to be honest, you hoped he came back again.

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[bonbonly]

BONBON!!! need collegeau! carlos punishing artstudent!reader for going almost no contact with him when she was on her trip with mrs sainz. left him in the dark, wondering if she was with another man.. he needs to leaves so many marks so that no man goes near her for a while.. 🙏

LITERALLY AS SOON AS I FINISHED WRITING "INTO THE WOODS" I WAS LIKE I NEED TO GET TO EM'S ASK (and im combining 🍒 anon's ask in this as well!)

bon's thoughts (18+)

college!au carlos is at his study room, typing up an assignment that he has for his entrepreneurship class. his fingers drum against the keyboard before he adds another paragraph to his proposal. he leans back in his chair, reading over the word doc and then stiffening when he hears your laughter downstairs.

you had just come back from an art exhibition with his mother. you spent the past two weeks ignoring his texts, never picking up his calls. every time he did call, it was always when you were talking with an art director about trying to get your paintings to another gallery across the globe. by the time you'd get back to your hotel room, you're passed out and dozing off, completely oblivious to the thousand calls carlos was spamming you with.

mrs. sainz is making pasta for everyone tonight, and she smiles at you, "my dear, would you mind going upstairs and getting carlos? i heard he hasn't eaten anything since lunch, no snacks or juice! my poor boy must be starving!"

you laugh, slipping off the stool and nodding your head, "will do, mrs. sainz!" and you skip out of the kitchen, heading up the stairs. you approach his room, and pause in front of his door. you peer into the small crack and see him working diligently, his glasses on. he never really wore glasses that often, only if he was locked in and trying to get his work done. but ugh, he looked really good wearing it. you clear your throat, knocking on the door, "carlos! your mom's calling you for dinner!"

"come in!" carlos barks, cracking his knuckles. you enter, closing the door behind you,

"hey!" you smile, but your face falls when you see that he's glaring at you. he gestures for you to walk over to him and you sigh, reaching him behind his desk and running a hand through his hair, "hey, what's up? is your college work too much?" but before you can get a response, he shuts his laptop, placing it to the side and tosses all the papers and pencils onto the ground before picking you up and slamming you onto the table. you gasp out loud as he's tearing your clothes off, spreading your legs wide. he lets a trail of his saliva flow onto your pussy, his fingers sliding the spit along your folds which causes you to choke back a moan as you gaze at him with wide eyes. he chuckles, darkly,

"very cute of you, hermosa," he snickers, licking your clit, "i think my dinner's right here." and he wraps his entire mouth around your cunt, slurping the sweet juice you have to offer him. you're shaking as he continues, and folds you into a mating press as he rubs his nose against your clit, inhaling your scent, "fuck, i've spent two weeks without your calls and texts, imagine how much i missed you, princesa"

and you gulp, realizing that he didn't forget the fact that you forgot to call him back. he's holding onto your wrists to make sure you can't hold onto his hair as his tongue delves deeper, his head shaking against your cunt which has you crying out loud about how good his tongue is. truth is you missed him too, but you wouldn't say that because you knew his ego would get bigger. when you cum around his tongue, he lets his tongue drag up to your tits, sucking and biting anywhere that he can find. he's marking your neck, your forehead, your collarbones, even your arms, all while his cock is pistoning inside of you without stopping.

"are you going to cum? hm, is that what's going to happen?" he mocks your pleas as you're frantically nodding your head, telling him how close you were. he laughs, shaking his head, "i thought you were fucking some other man, i thought you had forgotten all about me... me, the man that even got you those art exhibitions! fuck, i think the only way you'll ever understand is if i get you pregnant. my cum flowing out of you every night. my mama will be so happy to be the grandmother to our child."

"carlos!" you scream, clenching around his cock as his nibbles your ear. your legs are stretched so wide you know you're going to be limping back downstairs. a knock on the door makes you snap your head to the side, and carlos is grinning as he's pounding into you faster.

"carlos, what's taking you so long?" mrs. sainz asks from the other side, and carlos groans quietly to himself at the feeling of your pussy swallowing him, taking him deeper,

"just a bit... fuck, busy with work mama! we'll be out soon, don't worry! give me 10 more minutes!" he yells, and mrs. sainz sighs,

"take your time! your work comes first, mi hijo!" her footsteps grow quieter as she heads back downstairs, and carlos grabs your jaw, forcing you to look back at him,

"you heard what she said, mi zorra, you better hope mi mama doesn't see my cum all over you," and you whimper out loud, biting your lip at the thought of being drenched from head to toe in his cum. he giggles, shaking his head, "you'd like that, wouldn't you? and who am I to deny my princesa?"

[extinctlesspains]

hii.. I rlly liked ur kwon fic:) I was wondering if u could make another one like that but here the reader will be a part of cobra kai and witness his death.. im sorry if it's too much...:)

𝐿𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

»»——⍟——««

»»——⍟——««

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑡.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑌/𝑛, 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 6 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 2!!

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Since you started at Cobra Kai, you have grown a liking towards Kwon. You were sure he noticed it, but you were always second guessing on if the feelings were mutual. He never called you baby or love, he used your name.

You stared at Kwon at the hotel lobby, looking at his soft features. He laughed with Yoon, who were busy intimidating other teams. "You good?" Tory walked to your side, attempting to comfort you. You had gotten close to each other in the time you've trained together.

"Huh? Yeah... Just thinking." You replied with a soft smile. "About Kwon?" She scoffed. "Dudes a jerk. I don't get how you even like him." You turned to look at her, shaking your head. "He's not a jerk."

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"Oh look they have a shark plushie!" You squealed excitedly, running into the store that had the stuffed animal on display. Kwon chuckled and followed inside. "Y/n, you can't be running away from me." He smiled, pulling you closer by your waist from behind. "It's only 7 dollars..." You gasped like a little child.

"Do you want it?" He turned you around and kneeled to your height. You widened your eyes as blood rushed to your cheeks, making them a light pink. "Yes..." You said softly.

"I'll buy it for you..." He kissed your cheek and grabbed the stuffed shark for you.

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Now that you remember it, Kwon completely ignored you the next day during training. You frowned, looking down at your suitcase that had the shark plushie on it. "Whatever it's complicated..." You sighed in defeat, grabbing your plushie and rolling your suitcase away to your room. Tory chuckled and walked her on way.

You grumbled across the lobby, picking up your key and making your way to the elevator. "Let me get them from you." You glanced to your right, looking at Kwon who took your suitcase from your hand. You stared at him in shock and confusion, dumbfounded.

Kwon raise a brow, holding the elevator door with one hand, since the other had your suitcase handle. "You coming?" You nodded slowly, walking in. "Yeah, sorry." He laughed and ruffled your hair. "Cutie." You quickly turned to look up at him, even more confused. Kwon cleared his throat and realized what he was doing. He retracted his hand, waiting to reach the 7th floor of the hotel.

Ding! "Here." Kwon pushed your suitcase to you, exiting the elevator quickly and rushing to his hotel room. "I- what the hell?!" You said in confusion. This was a constant thing. One moment, Kwon is all lovey dovey. The next, he doesn't give a rats ass about you. You frowned and rolled your suitcase alongside you. Grumbling you opened your room and threw you bag in.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

"Point! Miyagi-Do wins!" The referee raised his hand, making all of us grumble. I quickly ran to Kwon, who felt humiliated. "Kwon-" you were ready to comfort him, but he stormed off in anger and embarrassment. You sighed and turned your focus to sensei Kim. Her her nodded and gestured for you to go after him.

With that, you ran after Kwon. "Kwon?!" You frantically searched around the building. Your eyes spotted a familiar black haired figure, skipping rocks on a nearby lake. "Hey..." You softly said, taking a spot by his side. Kwon jumped slightly before dropping other rock into the shallow crystal clear water.

"Hey" He bluntly responded. "You fought well." A soft smile appeared on your face. "Not good enough." He grunted. You couldn't help but frown at his dismissive attitude. You stared out onto the blue water.

"You know I've always wondered why you focus on the bad things all the time." Kwon turned to look at you, but you still faced front. "I mean, I know everyone does but it's like you over do it." You sighed.

"You made it into the top 5. You're the best fighter in our dojo. And you have people who care about you." You faced the shocked Korean boy. "There's times where you overshadow all the bad over the good."

"Kwon, I'm proud of you for making it this far... And you should too. You went against the best dojos and you're still at the top." You smiled and him. Kwon looked at you with an affectionate look. "Y/n?" You tilted your head.

"Yeah?" He smiled at you before grabbing your face and softly kissing your plump lips. You gasped at the sudden action before closing your eyes to return the love.

"I'm so sorry for turning you away..." He whispered as he pulled away and pushed your heads together. "What... What? Where is this coming from?" You replied. "You said I only focus on the bad things... And its true. I-... I'm so scared to get into a relationship because I don't know what to expect and I compare things to my past relationships but you're different." His eyes softening.

"I actually really like you Y/n. I want a real relationship with you." He cupped your face. "Please..." He whispered. You smiled and nodded. "I would love that Kwon..." You chuckled and pecked his lips once more.

"Let's go back now, okay?" "Yeah.."

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

"Replacing Udar Tigra, will be the dojo with the next highest point level." Kwon and I looked at each other, knowing it would be us who would take the place of the cheating dojo. "Cobra Kai." Gunther announced. We smiled in victory, hugging each other.

"And in a more positive note, we will now announce the draws for our semifinalists." Gunther received two envelopes from his assistant. "In our girls bracket. The first Semifinal will be, Maria Àlvarez versus Zara Malik. And in the second match, that will pit Y/n Y/l/n against Samantha Larusso." You glanced at Sam and nodded, hoping to have a clean fight.

"In our boys bracket, our first semifinal match will be Diego Aguilar versus Kwon Jae-Sung. And our second semifinal match will put Axel Kovacevic against Robby Keene." You looked at Kwon, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "You got this..." You softly say, making Kwon smile and nod before kissing your head. "And you got this too."

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

You watched in anticipation, as Kwon was the first to have his match. You cheered him on through the sidelines, clapping when he landed a point.

"You won.... You won!" You yelled in happiness and hugging Kwon to congratulate him. "I'm so proud of you." Smiling, you kissed his cheek. "Thank you, love... I'll wait for you in the finals." He chuckled, grabbing his water and taking a swing of the hydrating liquid.

"I'll be back, okay? I'm going to run to the restroom." You nodded at Kwon and watched him walk away.

You sighed and turned to look at the next math that was already happening. Zara had won while you and Kwon talked and now it was Axel against Robby.

Punches and kicks were throw. With time passing Robby ended up getting pushed to out team. One of the members took advantage of that and hit Robby on the ribs. "Hey stop!-" I pushed my teammate off Robby but but this point Miguel was already in out face. There was commotion everywhere and before we knew it, Gunther was punched and a whole riot had started.

No leader or security to help. Everyone was punching everyone, and you wound up fighting with Zara. You kicked her in torso, running off to find Kwon.

And that's when you heard it, a terrifying scream that came from a familiar voice. The scream was enough to make everyone stop, and crowd around the person.

Your heart dropped and your eyes werre wide. You ran to the front next to Sensei Larusso and turned Kwon over. The sight of the knife stabbed into Kwons heart made you scream in melancholy. Tears overwhelmed your eyes and they weren't stopping any time soon. Yoon ran over and tried to tear you away from the corpse of your lover.

"No!- Kwon! Please! Wake up!! Please!!" You sobbed, fighting Yoon who was still trying to take you away from Kwons lifeless body. "You can't leave me!" You screamed in pain. You collapsed in Yoons arms, crying into his chest, not wanting to see the sight anymore.

You had just gotten Kwon... And now you had lost him. What you would give just for more time with him.

[pe4cht3a]

okay so i saw ur other oneshot and thought it was SO CUTE, but what abt overly affectionate killua obsessing over reader?????

⋆ ✴︎˚. Spellbound .˚⟡ ⋆

── .✦ a/n: tysm anon !! this idea lives rent free in my mind 😋

killua still vividly remembers the memories of his first encounter with you, it was the final year of high school.

“uh. excuse me, i think… its stuck.” you slowly but eventually pointed out to the dumb-founded albino. the poorly maintained vending machine at your school cafe was acting up again, unsurprisingly.

“bitch ass machine.” killua muttered under his breath, right as he turned to the vending machine and proceeded to start banging on the glass pane of the vending machine, desperately trying to some how trigger his juice to fall down from the impact.

“fuck it. i didn’t want that drink that badly anyways.” killua shrugged off as he stopped beating up the vending machine, discreetly trying to be “non-chalant” in front of such an attractive girl as you. “if it makes you feel any better.. you can have my juice.” you offered as you hurriedly started unzipping your backpack to pull out the juice your friend gave you earlier. “what? no, im good.” killua frantically spat out as he felt his face heat up. “nah, i don’t want it. a friend gave it since she got an extra on accident.” you smiled as you handed the juice to the very obviously flustered boy. “fine then, thanks.” the shy silverette huffed out, accepting your kind gesture. “oh yeah! im new. whats your name?” you almost forgot to ask for the guy’s name, you found him pretty cute so this was a very convenient start for a first interaction.

“killua, killua zoldyck. you?” he motioned his head towards you, as he started opening up the can of juice. “hold up.. is your brother that weird prefect who stares at everyone weirdly? uhhh… illumi zoldyck! almost forgot that weirdo’s name!” you teased as you giggled joyfully. “fuck off, i just pretend that guy isn’t my brother usually.” the albino bashfully declared, clearly embarrassed. killua’s whole body felt as if it was engulfed in flames. come on, you were pretty and so open to conversations with him! most people avoided him a ton due to his elder brother. how could he not feel flustered beside you?

“anyways, the names y/n.” you said as you placed yourself onto a table behind you, crossing your legs. “i see.” killua muttered as he looked down at the floor, barely audible to anyone else except himself.

that was a few years ago, now you both are in college and have a shared apartment in the heart of yorknew city.

sunlight greets your bedroom, as the morning sun peers through the window onto the nearby bed.

you groggily awaken from a deep slumber, rubbing your eyes as your eyes adjusts to the natural light in the room. you attempt to get up from the bed, but someone stops you from doing so. killua’s arm firmly holds onto your waist, as he big spoons you from behind. “not waking me up first?” half asleep as he holds you down. “i’ll wake you up laterrr, continue sleeping kil.” you playfully push his arm off, freeing yourself. you get up from the bed and stretch slightly before proceeding to the bathroom. as you walk across the room, you pass by the propped up picture of you and killua on your nightstand, your dear albino placing a kiss on your cheek as you have your arms around him in the framed memory.

“aughh, gotta start the day..” you sleepily encourage yourself as you step into the shower, turning the shower on. stepping out the shower, you put on a fresh pair of clothes for the day. you start brushing your teeth, eyes closed in the process, trying to savour some more short moments of rest before heading out. that is until, you feel a pair of muscular arms snake around your waist. “kil?” you call out, eyes still closed. “mhm…” the silverette assures as he places his head onto your shoulder, holding you from behind. “hug me later! im getting ready right now.” you open your eyes grumpily, pushing his arms off your waist. “yeah yeah, i know!” the silverette confirms, but less than 3 minutes later… he’s hugging you from behind again as you’re applying your skincare.

“babe, let go now. i have to go pack my purse, and you have to wash up now too!” nagging your boyfriend while he reluctantly lets go of you, pouting in the heart-wrenching process.

“love you! see you later!” you yell into the apartment as you’re rushing out the door. you have plans to meet up with your friends for breakfast at a cafe near campus before classes start. you were a bigger social bug compared to your introverted boyfriend.

the sunset was vibrant and full of life, as you returned back to your shared apartment, after a long day. before you could even succeed in pulling out your keys from your purse, the apartment door flings open. “I MISSED YOUUUU!” killua gushed as he immediately pulled you into a warm and sudden embrace, door still left open. “oh! i missed you too babe.. but let me lock the door first please.” you interrupt sheepishly. “later.” killua brushes off your request as he continues to hug you, as well as peppering kisses all over your forehead and face. you eventually stop protesting and just accepted your sweet fate. killua’s home earlier than expected, guess gon’s too busy for plans.

killua can get real annoying once he becomes clingy, good thing is he normally does not cling to anyone. unfortunately, you are the exception. whatever it is you’re doing, as long as you’re near him, he’ll be begging for your attention and desperately holding onto you, pawing for your love. your sapphire-eyed boyfriend first acted non-chalant and unfazed when you guys first became acquainted, but that was just high school killua trying to impress you, to be fair. in truth, as soon as killua got to know you more, he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you! even back in high school, he would always intertwine his hand with yours while walking, sitting, standing, basically constantly. it was so severe, you would have to purposefully distract him with something that interested him, just so you could get school work done! it was like as if you had killua under some kind of spell.

killua feels happy? kiss y/n. killua feels sad? hug y/n. killua feels angry? fuck y/n hard that night. killua feels scared? asks y/n to hold him. you are just simply everything to him. kil knows he might or might not be slightly too obsessed but you don’t actually mind, so he’s gonna keep being your number one fan!

[marvelousels]

THROUGH THE STATIC | 1

(pt 2 here!)

authors note — sorry but im just so delusional wishing this was true, i love imagining that my fav characters randomly come to our world and "I DO BELIEVE THAT A MULTIVERSE EXISTS!" i say as i get dragged to the mental asylum.

pairings: jinx x fem!reader (js freinds for now ig)

DISCO! — Nessa Barrett FT Tommy Genesis playing!

The dim glow of the television screen bathed your living room in shifting hues of blue and purple. You lay sprawled on the couch, a half-empty bowl of popcorn resting precariously on your stomach. The credits for the latest episode of Arcane had just finished rolling, and the Netflix autoplay countdown ticked ominously toward the next. But you didn’t hit “Skip Intro.” Not yet.

Jinx. There she was again, center frame in your mind. Her wild, electric energy. Her piercing blue eyes. That wicked grin that danced somewhere between childlike joy and dangerous insanity. Something about her had always captivated you, far beyond any rational explanation. She was chaos incarnate, yet there was a vulnerability beneath her bravado that pulled you in like a magnet. Watching her felt like staring into a storm: terrifying, exhilarating, and impossible to look away from.

You sighed and reached for the remote, ready to plunge into another episode, when the screen suddenly froze. A flicker. Then another. The sound cut out, replaced by a low, staticky hum. Frowning, you sat up, placing the popcorn bowl on the coffee table.

“Oh, come on,” you muttered, hitting the power button. Nothing. The screen stayed on, the image of Jinx’s manic grin distorting slightly as if she were underwater.

The hum grew louder. A sharp crackle followed, and the colors on the screen began to bleed together in a way that made your eyes ache. You got up, hesitant but drawn closer by a mix of curiosity and unease. Maybe the TV was just overheating. Maybe the signal was—

Without warning, the screen flared bright white, and a shockwave of static knocked you backward. You hit the floor with a grunt, shielding your eyes from the blinding light. The air felt charged, humming with an almost electric tension.

When the light finally dimmed, you lowered your arm cautiously. The TV was off. The room was eerily quiet except for your own breathing. Then you heard it. A groan. Not yours.

You froze. Slowly, you turned your head toward the sound, your heart pounding in your chest.

Lying sprawled across the floor, half on top of you, was Jinx.

At first, your brain couldn’t process what you were seeing. She was impossibly real. Her wild blue braids, the smudged makeup around her eyes, even the faint scars on her arms—every detail was vivid, tangible. She groaned again, shifting slightly, and you felt the weight of her pressing down on your legs.

“What the hell?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Her eyes snapped open. For a split second, they were unfocused, darting around the room in confusion. Then they locked onto yours. Blue and intense, just like on the screen, but filled with a raw, terrifying energy that made your breath catch.

“Who the fuck are you?” she demanded, her voice sharp and accusing. She scrambled to her feet, grabbing for a weapon that wasn’t there. Her hands patted down her sides frantically before she cursed under her breath.

You sat up slowly, your hands raised instinctively in a placating gesture. “Whoa, whoa, hold on. I—I’m not gonna hurt you.”

She narrowed her eyes, backing up until her shoulders hit the wall. Her gaze darted around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The modern furniture. The framed photos. The TV. Her expression shifted from defensive to bewildered.

“Where am I?” she muttered, almost to herself. Then, louder, “What is this place?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but no words came out. What were you supposed to say? Hi, welcome to my living room. You’re supposed to be a fictional character.

“Hey!” she snapped, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “I asked you a question.”

“You’re… in my house,” you stammered. “And… uh, you came out of the TV?”

Her brows knitted together in confusion. She glanced back at the darkened screen, then back at you. “Bullshit.”

“I swear!” you said quickly, holding your hands up again. “One minute I was watching you—I mean, watching Arcane—and then the screen freaked out, and you…” You gestured vaguely at her. “You appeared.”

Jinx’s eyes narrowed further, but the initial panic seemed to ebb slightly, replaced by a cautious curiosity. She took a step closer, looming over you with an almost predatory intensity.

“You know who I am?” she asked, her tone somewhere between suspicion and amusement.

You swallowed hard. “Uh, yeah. Jinx. From… Arcane. You’re… kind of famous here.”

“Famous?” Her lips curled into a grin, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means you’re a… a character. From a TV show.” The words felt ridiculous as they left your mouth, but there was no other way to explain it.

Her grin faltered. She stared at you, her head tilting slightly as if trying to gauge whether you were messing with her. Finally, she sighed and ran a hand through her braids.

“A TV show,” she repeated flatly.

You nodded. “Yeah. You’re… fictional. Or, you’re supposed to be. I don’t know how you got here.”

Jinx’s expression darkened. Her eyes darted back to the TV, then to her hands, flexing her fingers as if to reassure herself she was real. “Fictional,” she muttered, almost to herself. “That’s… no. That’s insane.”

“Trust me, I’m just as confused as you are,” you said. “But you’re here. Somehow.”

She paced the room, her movements jerky and restless. “This has to be some kind of trick,” she said, half to herself. “Some sick game. Did Sevika put you up to this? Or Silco? Is this one of their mind-fucks?”

“I don’t know who—” You cut yourself off, realizing it was pointless. Of course she thought this was some kind of trap. Her whole life was a series of betrayals and manipulation. Why would this be any different?

“Listen,” you said carefully, “I don’t know how or why you’re here, but I’m not your enemy. I’m just… a random person who happened to be watching TV when you showed up. That’s it.”

She stopped pacing, her gaze snapping back to you. Her expression was unreadable, her blue eyes scanning your face as if searching for any hint of deception. Finally, she sighed and ran a hand through her braids.

“Okay,” she said, though her tone was far from convinced. “Let’s say I believe you. What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

You hesitated, unsure how to answer. What were you supposed to do? You were just an ordinary person. You didn’t have the faintest idea how to deal with something like this.

“I guess… we figure it out,” you said finally. “Together.”

Jinx raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Together, huh?”

You nodded, trying to muster some confidence. “Yeah. I mean, you’re stuck here, right? Might as well work with me instead of against me.”

She considered this for a long moment, then shrugged. “Fine,” she said. “But don’t get any ideas, ‘cause if you try anything funny…” She mimed an explosion with her hands, grinning wickedly.

You couldn’t help but laugh, though it was more from nerves than amusement. “Noted.”

And just like that, your ordinary life had been turned upside down. As Jinx plopped onto your couch, grabbing a handful of popcorn like she owned the place, you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell you’d just gotten yourself into.

Hours later, the reality of your situation began to sink in. Jinx had settled into your living room like a storm that refused to pass, alternating between questioning you about this world and exploring the space with a manic, childlike curiosity. She’d found your stash of snacks and immediately laid claim to a bag of chips, cramming them into her mouth with zero regard for crumbs.

“So this world,” she said around a mouthful of chips, “you’re saying it’s nothing like Zaun or Piltover?”

You shook your head, watching her from the other end of the couch. “Nope. No Hextech. No shimmer. No… well, no war, at least not like yours.”

She snorted. “Sounds boring.”

“It’s… peaceful,” you offered.

She rolled her eyes. “Peace is overrated.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Despite the chaos she radiated, there was something oddly endearing about her. She was a whirlwind of contradictions—reckless yet calculating, wild yet wounded. And now, she was your problem.

“So,” she said, turning her attention back to you, “how do we fix this? How do I get back?”

“I… don’t know,” you admitted. “I’m not exactly an expert on… whatever this is. Reality-hopping? Dimensional travel? It’s way out of my league.”

She groaned, flopping dramatically onto her back. “Great. Just great. Stuck in a world full of… what do you even do here? Sit around and stare at screens all day?”

“Pretty much,” you said with a chuckle. “But hey, maybe it won’t be so bad. You might even like it here.”

She gave you a skeptical look but didn’t argue. Instead, she propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze lingering on you longer than felt entirely comfortable.

“You’re weird,” she said finally, though there was no malice in her tone. If anything, it sounded almost… amused.

“Takes one to know one,” you shot back, surprising yourself with the ease of your response.

Jinx blinked, then grinned. A real grin this time, not the manic, unhinged one you’d seen earlier. For a moment, she looked almost human. Almost.

“Maybe this won’t be so boring after all,” she said, grabbing another handful of chips.

You weren’t sure whether to feel relieved or terrified. Either way, one thing was certain: life as you knew it was never going to be the same.

[milftiletta]

for me to just got into tkdb and seeing this post on my for you means I need to feed my peuny yume brain

can you write headcanons for rui/luca/haku (however much u feel like writing!!) with a very expressive but kind of a non-verbal reader please? physical affection chaos!!! RAHH THANK YOUUU

i shall go read that ren fic that i saw just now

rubs hands i love this it lowkey reminds me of komi a bit so i based it off her a little!!! thanks for my first request!! 😘🥰 im adding sho cus i had a delusion for him snickers

Tokyo Debunker Ghouls (Rui, Luca, Haku, Sho) With A Very Expressive Reader

Haku Kusanagi

Oh don’t get me started on this man. The absolute second he finds out how jumpy and red your face gets just by him lightly touching your shoulder, it’s over. He will tease you about this endlessly, and do absolutely everything to get a cute reaction out of you. One second he’s staring at you and the next his hand trails against your jaw whispering sweet nothings as if it came first hand. “Your majesty, whats with that face?” He teases, moving his hand to your chin turning it to face his. “Should I spoil you some more?”

Lucas Errant

He treats every gesture like it’s the most sacred form of communication— he lives for your flustered reactions. A single nose scrunch from you? He’s smitten. A pout?? He’s thanking God out there for giving him such an angel! Please don’t tease him too much about it! He’ll get just as shy. “Did I embarrass you?!” He frantically asks, but he can’t lie that your incredibly red face makes his heart flutter. Luca wonders if he’ll be able to see that cute side of you more often.

Rui Mizuki

Goodluck part 2! This guy IS HEAD over HEELS for your expressions! And he doesn’t even hide it!!! He can’t lie to himself when you simply give him a cute smile and he feels as if his heart just exploded over and over again. Rui isn’t afraid to say whats on his mind, flash him a cute smile or sudden laugh and he will comment on it endlessly, telling how much he wants to kiss every single part of your face, you’re simply too cute!!! Oh but thats not a bad idea either.

Sho Haizono

It all started when you were helping him with his food truck way before you got into a relationship with him. You had slipped from the ledge into the truck until Sho quickly caught you by the waist. Minus the shocked “Are you okay?!” it was also matched with a smirk as your face grew redder by the second, looking away immediately. Oh. So that is what makes you flustered? He chuckles at your face, making it now a goal to at get that expression out of you at least once a day. You wanna go on a ride on Bonnie? He’s gonna tell you to hold on extra tight! The roads are bumpy or y’know… you can just ride in front of him as he pilots Bonnie. (He’s definitely sneaking a arm around your waist btw)

Blows up

[theprongspotter]

Bag - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 19 - 1,009 words

Regulus stands near the entrance of the student union, staring down at his phone as his thumbs dances across the screen with rapid precision. Barty has been blowing up his phone for the past five minutes with increasingly ridiculous messages, ranging from “r u dead or smth??” to “im dying of boredom in this hellhole.”

“Get a grip,” Regulus mutters under his breath as another notification from Barty pinged onto the screen. He responds quickly, reassuring his impatient friend that he’d be there soon, though Barty’s dramatics were beginning to grate on his nerves. He can practically picture Barty slouched over a table in the library, drumming his fingers in exaggerated impatience while Evan probably sat quietly, ignoring his antics.

Just as he finishes typing, a voice rings out sharply through the busy hallway: “Look out!”

Regulus barely has time to lift his head before a figure comes barreling toward him like a freight train. His eyes widen, and for a split second, everything seems to slow down. But there is no stopping the inevitable. The next moment, the person’s solid frame collides with his, and the impact sends Regulus sprawling backward onto the cool tiles. His phone slips from his fingers, clattering onto the floor beside him.

A sharp ache radiates through his lower back and elbows from the fall, and Regulus grimaces, his palms pressing against the ground for support as he momentarily lays there, dazed. There is a murmur of concerned voices around him, the hallway bustling with students between classes, but Regulus ignores them as he mentally assessed the damage. It isn’t until he gathers himself to stand with his phone in his hand that he notices something was missing.

His tote bag.

The realization hits him like a second wave of panic. His black tote bag, the one that carries his laptop, books, and—most importantly—his latest assignment, is no longer slung over his shoulder. Regulus’ gaze darts around frantically as he scans the ground around him. A wave of frustration surges in his chest. Of course, he thinks bitterly. Just my luck.

As if this day can’t get any worse, a figure steps into his line of sight, holding the missing tote bag in one hand. Regulus’ eyes flickers up, ready to snarl, but the words catch in his throat. Standing there, with an awkward, sheepish smile, is none other than James Potter, the university’s star rugby player and, unfortunately for Regulus, his brother Sirius’ obnoxiously loud best friend. His presence is both a blessing and a curse—at least he has retrieved the bag, but now Regulus had to deal with him.

James’ smile is lopsided, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. “Sorry about that,” he says, his voice warm and slightly breathless. “I—well, we—” He gestures over his shoulder, and Regulus notices the group of people standing a few feet away: Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius himself, all of them looking somewhat amused by the situation. Sirius has his arms crossed, a grin playing at his lips as if this were all part of some grand joke.

Regulus scowls, his irritation flaring up again as he snatches his bag from James’ hand. “Yeah, whatever,” he mutters tersely, his sharp gaze darting away from James and back toward his bag as he checks for damage.

James, however, doesn’t seem put off by the attitude. If anything, his grin widens, his hazel eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. “I’m James, by the way,” he says, as if Regulus hasn’t just dismissed him.

“I know who you are,” Regulus snaps, slinging his bag back over his shoulder. He adjusts the strap with a little more force than necessary and begins walking toward the library, trying to put as much distance between himself and Potter as possible.

But James isn’t easily deterred. He falls into step beside Regulus effortlessly, his grin now teasing. “Oh, so you’ve heard of me?”

Regulus shoots him an irritated glance. “The whole school knows who you are,” he retorts, wishing Potter would take the hint and leave him alone.

James raises his eyebrows, his smirk growing more playful. “Yeah, but this is different.”

Regulus stops mid-step, turning to face James with a raised brow. “How?”

James takes a step closer, his voice dropping slightly as he answers, “Because you’re you.”

Regulus blinks, completely thrown by the response. His brain scrambles to process the sudden shift in tone, but the confusion only deepens his frustration. “Yeah, that makes no fucking sense,” he finally says, shaking his head as he turns on his heel and resumes his walk to the library.

James laughs lightly, easily falling back into step beside him. “Where are you headed?” he asks, his tone friendly, like they are just two mates chatting after class.

“Away from you,” Regulus mutters, keeping his eyes fixed ahead.

“Aw, now why would you say that, love?” James’ tone is lighthearted, but the endearment makes Regulus’ stomach flip involuntarily. He clenches his jaw, fighting the urge to snap back.

Before he can respond, Sirius’ voice rings out from behind them. “Oi, Prongs! Stop flirting with my brother and get back here!”

Regulus and James both turn to see Sirius standing with his hands cupped around his mouth, Remus and Peter standing nearby with amused expressions. James chuckles, giving a playful salute in response. “Right, right. I’m coming.”

He looks back at Regulus, his grin still annoyingly charming. “See you around, Reg,” he said, his voice low and warm, and before Regulus can come up with a retort, James winks at him and jogs back to his group of friends.

Regulus stands frozen for a moment, his heart thudding annoyingly in his chest. His cheeks flushes, much to his dismay, and he scowls at the floor as he hurries the rest of the way to the library. No matter how hard he tries, though, he can’t shake the lingering warmth from James’ attention—or the fluttering in his stomach that just won’t go away.

[multiheadcanons]

IM ONLY A LITTLE FERAL. LETS KISS THE MERCS

scout: he’s grinning so wide. kisses back hard, occasionally knocks your teeth together. likes to run his hands through your hair and pull you closer by your cheeks. he’s not confident at frenching, and he’s willing to give it one shot to either get it right or never do it again. loves the feeling of lips against his. honestly just enjoys the sensation of being face to face with people, and he cannot help but to trail down your jaw. almost dazed when he finally gets the sense to pull away.

soldier: rough, gruff, and occasionally bloody. they’re not long, nor are they gentle; it’s almost difficult to even tell if it was meant to be a romantic gesture. but it’s warm, and it’s almost consuming. pulls you in with your hands in one of his and the other firmly planted on your back. he can just capture you. sometimes literally, he can pluck you off of a street, out of a chair, he’ll rip the covers off of you just so he can plant a fat one on you. he’s almost lethal with it.

pyro: it’s hard to get pyro in a place where they feel comfortable enough to remove their mask and kiss you, but they are thrilled to receive a kiss or two. especially in public, they get giddy when you kiss them. especially if you exaggerate it with a loud mmmmwah!! they will absolutely throw up. and when they can find a moment of solitude, and drag you away with them, they won’t fully remove their mask, but they’ll pull it up just enough to return their affections, complete with a comically loud mmmmwah!! wet, and noisy. giggles when they finally pull away from you.

demo: a rollercoaster in the best way. he starts so gently. your lips are just barely touching, there’s still room to breathe. but as you fully lean into him, he will grab you by the back of your head and keep you there. his tongue gently flicking along your bottom lip, soft groans and pants into your mouth, there is truly no telling (there’s a good amount of telling) where he will take you from here. but he’s almost waiting for you to make that choice. it’s the sparks of the flame. he’s gently tapping his fingers against your skin, eager for what you want him to do.

heavy: depends on when you catch him. heavy is less of a kisser and more of a gentle headbutter. also a harsh headbutter, but that is not what we’re talking about today. it is a reaffirmation of your presence in each other’s lives. but, if you ask him nicely, he will kiss you. very much a conservative kisser, he will see what you’re doing and go from there. this can lead to you two just straight up spitting in each other’s mouths if you’re both feeling freaky enough. doesn’t know what to do with his hands. if you move him where you want him he’ll appreciate it.

engineer: solid contender for the best kisser. firm, yet soft. hooks you in by your waist. engie has a lot of warning signs that he’s about to plant one on you, but the one you’ll catch first is the wide smirk that spreads across his face. will pull on your hair. gently, though! enough for you to register it. he likes to french, so be prepared to feel some tongue. he’s not shy with it either, he will absolutely shove his entire tongue down your throat if you let him. he just wants to taste you, is all.

medic: herbert. ludwig. another solid contender for best kisser because i love him and i’m a very biased judge. frantic and frenzied. usually bloody. pulls you in, firmly, by your jaw. holds you tight enough to leave bruises. also grins unbelievably wide when he kisses others, and he just can’t help but chuckle lightly as he deepens the kiss. intense and highly encouraging, kissing the doctor will fill the room with soft noises and sighs. and an occasional nip at your lips as he holds you mere centimeters from his own face. almost gets embarrassed when he’s done. his face is very red. but that smile is to wage wars for.

sniper: chaste and warm. awkwardly holding you by your shoulders so he can kiss you quickly and move around. cheeks always dusted pink, especially if you ask him to kiss you. he almost seems annoyed, but he is genuinely tweaking. this is just not what he thought would come from his day today. he gets more desperate the longer you let it go on. he goes from holding you to clinging to you. not giving you enough room to break. somehow you lose your footing, but his hold on you is so tight that you’re not worried. you stare at him. he stares back. then he brushes you off, sets you right, and goes about his day, quickly.

spy: the strongest contender for the best kisser. though he does not kiss others often. he knows how to tease you. make you want more without him having to do much. big big nose nuzzler, and treats your lips like the ultimate grand prize. he opts for your jaw first. very gently. and as he trails up your face he’s making heavy eye contact. he can almost conceal the inquisitive gleam as he studies your reactions in split seconds, before continuing, if you didn’t make the move first. it’s hard to resist making the first move.