#Like fucking hell man this is embarrassing

[goddamnitmahtin]

“My fucking nose-”said the vigilante with surprise. He wasn’t used to civilians actually packing that much of a punch. He tensed up, watching the young man he had perched into the roof with just in case.

He watched as the sickly pale boy’s eyes went from a glowing Lazarus green to blue. …. Noted.

“What the fuck- you scared the shit out of me,” he said as he pointed a finger accusingly, “I almost pushed you off the roof!”

Red Hood didn’t respond as he got poked in the chest. He was busy. He took note of this man’s features. How his hair was blacker than night, almost as if it was all of space stored within it. It was short in the back, wildly sitting atop his head almost like a mop in the state it was in now. His skin was deadly pale. Paler than Tim’s even, if that was possible. Almost as if he was a walking corpse, the blood completely draining color from his complexion except the cheeks that were currently flushed from embarrassment. His features were sharp and sunken in, a sure sign of not treating himself very well. His eye bags were as dark as his own if wasn’t wearing his mask.

That lead him back to those eyes. Those huge bright blue eyes. They were like ice that had been put through an IV and straight into his own veins. Almost…. electrifying.

“Oh no…. Did I- hit you too hard? Fuck me-” said the man groaning.

“I mean…” he didn’t know what it was but this man…. This man was really something. He just couldn’t quite put a finger on what that something was.

Next thing Red Hood heard was on comms.

“Hood are you- fucking concussed right now? We are in the middle of something!” he heard Nightwing say followed by a stifled chuckle from Oracle.

The man looked at him with a surprised expression that quickly fell into a smirk, “Don’t fall in love with me Birdy. You’re not gonna like the results. Now, I hope I didn’t give you a concussion…”

Next thing Jason knew, he was in this guy’s apartment on the sofa while the man was asking him how many fingers he was holding up.

“Four, what’s your name anyways?” He may have a broken nose but like hell that was gonna stop him from shooting his shot.

The man’s pale thin lips curled into an amused smile, “Danny. And you are the Red Hood.”

Jason nodded, “I am. And you got me pretty good. Broke my nose even.”

Danny’s eyes got a bit wider in surprise. “Did I? Fuck man I’m sorry about that. Let me get you something for the pain. I would do more but you’ve got that mysterious mask look going on,” he said as he got up and began to search through his cabinets.

Red Hood immediately slipped his mask off. If this man was offering to touch his face he was gonna fucking let him.

Danny came back with some medical supplies that he nearly dropped upon seeing the mask on the coffee table, “Wait what about secret-” Danny looked up to see Hood’s domino mask, “Ah. Nevermind.”

Meanwhile on comms:

Robin: This is highly inappropriate!

Red Robin: Red Hood come on man, we are supposed to be on patrol!

Nightwing: This is honestly disturbing.

Oracle: Boys! Shut up! I’m listening!

Robin, Red Robin and Nightwing: GROSS

The next day

Jason was lounging on the sofa dreamily when Bruce walked in. Seeing him like that was… unnerving.

“So Jason. I was told you abandoned patrol last night and spent it with a man,” he said.

Jason just looked back at him wistfully, “He broke my nose.”

Bruce nodded, “I see that.”

Jason sighed dreamily, “It was so hot.”

Bruce shouldn’t have been surprised but that didn’t stop him from wanting to die inside a little.

Bird Questions

Prompt idea

College student Danny Fenton is taking a much needed break from his studies, sitting on the roof of his apartment building. He’s sleep deprived and a little delirious, watching several of the Gotham vigilantes grappling between buildings in the distance.

“Do birds ever just fly for fun, or are they always on some kind of mission?”

Danny isn’t talking to anyone, he’s up on the roof on his own to de-stress. He was just thinking out loud.

So when he heard a snort and a chuckle from behind him, Danny felt like he was justified in his reaction of not only swearing, but also throwing a solid right hook at the same time that he spun around to see who the hell was there.

He didn’t mean to punch anyone in the face.

[emacrow]

The villains had been 'mildly' concerned about their fellow villain, scarecrow by emacrow/creator

He haven't been to the annual monthly meeting in 6 months after his quiet muttering that how he beat The Mistress of Fear plotting by destroying her psychology.

Only for him to stumbled a bit in the door with a heavy limp, a marriage ring that was a gem bejeweled carved in the shape of pumpkin head on his ring finger, his scarecrow pants inside out, his jacket was missing, revealing several black and orange lipsticks marks and hickies on his shoulder, his sack mask has a new decoration of a childish scribble doodles of a ghost and a stitches of a carved pumpkin with glowing emerald eyes that was the Mistress of Fear symbols on the backside with his curly hair longer then it usually was, sneaky a bit out under the sack.

He look like someone who got their soul devoured in one go during a one night stand,

He ignored the obvious stares and snickering of each and every one of the guys watching him sit in his personal seat.

"So did you found what Mistress of Fear plotted against you, Scarecrow?" Harley was the speak first, a chuckle on how Scarecrow glared sent her way, fixing his mask.

"Oh, I think he found it alright." Penguin snickered.

"Fuck, now I owe Cat lady 1000 bucks."

"S-shut up! Scarecrow growled back if he wasn't struggling with his legs so much being weak in the knees.

"I still don't believe that The Mistress of Fear married this guy when she as tall as Killer croc and he like-." Riddler emphasize the height between Mistress and Scarecrow.

"He survived the other dozen times he fought her. Hell, Joker is still in the isolated cell for extend time after what she done to him the first fight, but seeing this. I can see she pretty much destroyed the poor guy to the point of bedrest." Bane spoke quietly, which cause the roar of laughter to begin in the meeting table.

"Bet she had many treats and tricks for our poor scarecrow to be walking like baby deer like that."

....

....

....

Jonathan wanted to blow up the entire meeting with his newly tested extreme fear toxic bomb so badly, but he held his anger and embarrassed down tight, considering half the thing they were gossiping were the truth.

They didn't have a clue what he went through personally.

He could barely hold a shiver trying to rise up his back after what was his honeymoon, along with learning some deep dark secrets Lilith had in her closet after he tried to snoop into.

Her endless, glowing green otherworldly filled of the damned souls that the soulshredder hoard closet that sucked him in for what felt like eternity when it was only 5 minutes in there before he passed out from terror.

No wonder she wasn't afraid inhaling the damn fear toxic when she had a goddamn portal to hell in her bedroom.

What he got forced into marrying her was to destroy her, but he was now playing against the unknown element that Lilith was a mistress of.

He doesn't want to remember the Training schedule she set upon him, but the lessons..

Oh the lessons of learning about fear essence in souls, Jonathan was drooling like he was starving for every single word that Lilith was speaking during that entire session, not cause his heart was skipping a beat with how she grin about a certain topic in fear or how his palms drench in sweat and face burning hotter then lava watching her show him a tiny water drop size of Fear essence in her hands.

He never was sexually attracted to anyone women or man, much less desire to touch or have affection for, but at that moment seeing that sparkle of flaming interest and desire in lilith's eyes showing him that made all the blood in his head went south for the first time in ever was the most embarrassing thing in his entire life.

He was fucked.. even literally in the sense.

Previous pt 1 link<- pt 3 link here<-

[gpcwsl]

Warnings: suggestive, kissing, swearing.

Katie McCabe x Reader:

Title: Offside Secrets

MasterList

Y/N wasn’t trying to snoop. Really, she wasn’t. But when you live with someone like Katie McCabe—a whirlwind of energy and attitude—you tend to notice when something’s off.

For the past week, Katie had been unusually quiet during their downtime. She’d sit curled up on the couch, her focus laser-sharp on a small paperback book. Not her phone, not Netflix, not even one of her beloved football highlight reels. Just…a book.

Y/N had tried to let it slide, chalking it up to Katie needing some personal space. But the curiosity was eating her alive. Katie McCabe was many things—brilliant on the pitch, quick with comebacks, and fiercely loyal to her team—but a bookworm? That was new.

One morning, while Katie was out on a run, Y/N finally gave in.

The book was sitting innocently on the coffee table, its cover face down as if Katie were deliberately hiding it. Y/N glanced toward the door, listening for any sign of Katie’s return. When the coast was clear, she flipped the book over.

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up. The cover featured a shirtless man holding a woman who appeared to be swooning dramatically in his arms. The back cover blurb described it as a “torrid tale of forbidden love, blazing passion, and scandalous secrets.”

“McCabe, what the hell?” Y/N muttered to herself, already stifling a laugh. She thumbed through the pages, skimming a particularly spicy passage. Her cheeks flushed, not from embarrassment, but from the sheer absurdity of imagining Katie reading this.

“Is this what you’ve been so secretive about?” Y/N whispered to the empty room.

Just as she set the book down, the door swung open. Katie burst in, her cheeks flushed from the cold morning air. Her eyes immediately landed on Y/N, who froze like a deer caught in headlights.

“What’re you doing?” Katie asked, her voice sharp.

“Nothing!” Y/N blurted, holding her hands up defensively.

Katie’s eyes narrowed. She marched over, spotted the book lying on the table, and groaned. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

Y/N couldn’t hold back her grin. “Burning Desire, huh? Didn’t peg you for the romance novel type.”

Katie snatched the book off the table, her ears turning red. “It’s not what you think.”

“Oh, really? Because what I think is that you’re secretly a sucker for swooning heroines and steamy love affairs.”

Katie glared at her. “It’s none of your business.”

“But it’s hilarious,” Y/N teased, leaning back against the couch. “Does this mean you’re gonna start writing love poems in your free time?”

Katie’s lips twitched, betraying the beginnings of a smile. “You’re such an idiot.”

“And yet, you live with me.” Y/N stood and stretched, clearly enjoying Katie’s embarrassment. “Seriously, though. This is gold. Why didn’t you tell me you were into this stuff?”

Katie hesitated, clutching the book like it was a lifeline. “Because I knew you’d take the piss out of me, just like you’re doing now.”

“Okay, fair point.” Y/N softened, realizing she might have struck a nerve. “But it’s kind of…sweet, actually. You, reading something so—what’s the word? Sentimental.”

Katie scoffed. “Don’t read too much into it. It’s just a bit of escapism.”

“Sure, sure.” Y/N smirked, already planning how to work this into their next training session.

Katie groaned again, throwing the book into her bag. “If you say one word about this to anyone, I’ll—”

“Relax,” Y/N interrupted, holding up her hands. “Your secret’s safe with me. For now.”

Katie rolled her eyes and stalked off toward her room, but Y/N could hear the faintest hint of a laugh escaping her.

As the door clicked shut, Y/N sat back down, her mind still buzzing. She hadn’t meant to tease Katie so much, but there was something endearing about seeing her so flustered. It was a side of Katie she rarely got to see—vulnerable, human, and undeniably cute.

Shaking her head, Y/N tried to push the thought away. “Get a grip,” she muttered to herself. But deep down, she knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

Katie had reached her limit.

Y/N had been relentless all day. Ever since she found Katie’s romance novel, she hadn’t stopped teasing her. Every sly grin, every comment about “burning passions” or “torrid desires,” had Katie’s patience wearing thin.

By the time they returned home from training, Katie was fuming—but not in the way Y/N might expect.

“Y/N,” Katie called from the kitchen as she grabbed a glass of water.

“Yeah?” Y/N called back from the living room, lounging on the couch with the smugness of someone who thought they’d won.

Katie smirked to herself, an idea forming. If Y/N wanted to play games, she’d play back—and she’d win.

She walked into the living room, leaning casually against the back of the couch. “You’ve been at it all day. Got a problem, or are you just obsessed with me?”

Y/N tilted her head, pretending to think. “Hmm, maybe a little of both.”

Katie’s smirk widened. “You know, if you’re so curious about the book, I could read you a bit. Really give you a taste of it.”

Y/N laughed, sitting up. “Oh, please. You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” Katie raised an eyebrow, sauntering around the couch to sit next to her. She grabbed the book from her bag and flipped it open, her eyes scanning the pages. “Let’s see…ah, here we go.”

Clearing her throat dramatically, Katie began to read aloud:

‘“His smoldering gaze met hers, igniting a fire deep within her soul. Her breath hitched as he whispered, his voice low and full of promise, “You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel alive.”’”

Y/N froze, her eyes widening as Katie’s voice dropped into a husky tone, full of mock intensity.

“Stop,” Y/N said, holding up her hands.

Katie grinned. “What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted?” She leaned closer, her voice taking on an exaggerated sultriness. “‘He traced a finger along her jawline, his touch sending shivers down her spine…’”

“Okay, okay!” Y/N interrupted, her cheeks flushing. “Point made!”

But Katie wasn’t done. She closed the book and turned to face Y/N fully, leaning an elbow on the back of the couch. Her smirk turned into something more dangerous, more…real.

“You know,” Katie said, her voice quieter now, “you’re giving me a hard time about this book, but I think you’re just scared.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. “Scared of what?”

“Scared you might like it if someone said those things to you.” Katie’s gaze lingered on Y/N’s face, her smirk softening into something more genuine.

Y/N’s throat went dry. She scrambled to come up with a witty comeback, but Katie’s boldness had completely thrown her off balance.

“I—uh—” Y/N stammered, looking anywhere but at Katie.

Katie leaned in just slightly, enough to make Y/N’s breath hitch. “See? You’re already blushing.”

“I am not,” Y/N mumbled, though her cheeks were undeniably warm.

Katie chuckled, leaning back and tossing the book onto the coffee table. “Alright, I’ll stop. For now. But just remember—if you’re gonna tease me, you’d better be ready to take it, too.”

Y/N sat there, stunned into silence as Katie stood and sauntered off to her room. The sound of the door clicking shut snapped her out of her daze, and she let out a shaky breath.

“Well,” Y/N muttered to herself, “that backfired spectacularly.”

From the other side of the door, Katie grinned to herself. Two could play this game—and she wasn’t planning on losing anytime soon.

The days that followed were a delicate dance of unspoken words and lingering glances. Katie and Y/N continued their routines—training sessions, shared meals, evenings spent watching television—but beneath the surface, the air was charged with a tension neither dared to address.

One evening, as they sat side by side on the couch, a romantic film playing softly in the background, Y/N couldn’t help but steal a glance at Katie. The flickering light from the screen cast shadows across her face, highlighting the curve of her smile as she watched the movie.

Y/N’s mind wandered back to the novel—the catalyst for this shift between them. She wondered if Katie had been reading it again, if the words on those pages had stirred something within her, just as they had within Y/N.

“Hey,” Y/N said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. “About that book…”

Katie turned to her, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “What about it?”

Y/N hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “I was thinking… maybe I judged it too quickly. Maybe there’s more to it than I realized.”

A slow smile spread across Katie’s lips. “Oh? And what brought about this change of heart?”

Y/N shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “Just… thinking about what you said. About being open to new experiences.”

Katie’s gaze softened, and she reached out to place a hand over Y/N’s. “It’s just a book, Y/N. But if it made you think, then maybe it was worth all the teasing.”

Y/N looked down at their intertwined hands, her heart pounding in her chest. “Katie, I…” She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Katie’s expression grew serious, concern flickering in her eyes. “What is it?”

Y/N met her gaze, her voice trembling slightly. “I think… no, I know that I have feelings for you. More than just friendship.”

The room seemed to hold its breath as Katie processed her words. Then, slowly, a radiant smile broke across her face. “Y/N, I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

Relief washed over Y/N, and she let out a shaky laugh. “Really?”

Katie nodded, squeezing her hand gently. “Really. I didn’t want to push you, but I’ve felt the same way for a while now.”

Y/N’s heart soared, and she couldn’t help but grin. “So, what now?”

Katie leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now, we see where this goes. Together.”

As their lips met in a tender kiss, the tension that had been building between them melted away, replaced by a warmth that promised new beginnings and uncharted territories.

The novel that had once been a source of teasing had become the catalyst for something beautiful—a love story all their own.

In the days that followed, Katie and Y/N navigated their new relationship with the same teamwork and understanding that had defined their friendship. The teasing continued, but now it was laced with affection, each joke a reminder of the journey they’d embarked on together.

One evening, as they cuddled on the couch, Y/N picked up the infamous novel and waved it playfully.

“Shall we read a chapter together?” she suggested with a grin.

Katie laughed, pulling her closer. “Only if you promise not to mock my dramatic readings.”

Y/N feigned innocence. “Who, me? I would never.”

As they settled in to read, the words on the pages took on new meaning, each passage a reflection of their own unfolding story.

And as the night wore on, they realized that sometimes, the best love stories are the ones that catch you by surprise, turning the pages of your life in ways you never expected.

Their relationship continued to blossom, both on and off the field. Teammates began to notice the subtle changes—the shared smiles, the supportive glances, the way they seemed to move in perfect harmony during matches.

One afternoon, after a particularly grueling practice, their teammate Lisa approached them, a knowing smile on her face.

“You two seem… different lately,” she remarked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Katie and Y/N exchanged a glance, their cheeks flushing slightly.

“Just working on our teamwork,” Katie replied smoothly, though the corner of her mouth quirked up in a telltale smile.

Lisa chuckled, clearly unconvinced. “Well, whatever it is, keep it up. It’s doing wonders for our game.”

As she walked away, Y/N nudged Katie playfully. “Think she knows?”

Katie shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Let them wonder. As long as we know what we have, that’s all that matters.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a surge of affection for the woman beside her. “Agreed.”

As the season progressed, their bond only deepened, each victory on the field mirrored by the growth of their relationship off it. They faced challenges together, supported each other through setbacks, and celebrated each other’s successes with unwavering pride.

One evening, as they sat on the balcony of their apartment, watching the sun set over the city, Y/N turned to Katie, her expression thoughtful.

“Do you ever think about the future?” she asked softly.

Katie looked at her, her eyes filled with warmth. “All the time. And lately, those thoughts always include you.”

Y/N’s heart swelled with emotion. “Me too. I can’t imagine it any other way.”

Katie reached out, taking Y/N’s hand in hers. “Then let’s make a promise. No matter what comes our way, we’ll face it together. As partners, on and off the field.”

Y/N squeezed her hand, a smile spreading across her face. “Deal.”

[kisakunt]

nipple play and geto + choso

geto who teases them till all hell and choso whos got an oral fixation and weird fascination with them.

-🫡

cleaver! geto x reader, choso x reader

warnings: pain in geto’s, nipple play, choso is the loml matter of fact.

geto is a monster. you suspected it before, but you’re sure of it now, chest rising sharply as you writhe. he’s got one of your tits in his mouth, tongue pointed against the nipple, lips squeezing around it like he’s going to pull it off. his other hand is fervently working, nails just so barely digging into your areola while he clamps hard on your bud.

“that hurt?” his tone is calm, monotone and aggravating as ever— and oh so sexy—, muffled against your chest. he pinches down harder, dragging a whine out of you.

“too much for you to take, pretty girl?” you don’t bother to answer as he goes back to sucking with a slurping noise, working diligently on what you can only assume is to hurt you. it’s twisted, you think, the way your pussy clenches from the contact, the wet you feel dripping down your thighs embarrassing you.

you can feel him, hard and angry, against your hip and you moan breathlessly. this is unfair. suguru is a vile man. he tweaks at you, twists in an ungodly way, and has the nerve to laugh against your skin when you whimper.

“sugu— can’t! no more, please!” it stings, sure, but it feels too good. you think, pathetically enough, you could cum from just this. and you can tell he knows that.

he pulls back enough to look up at you over your breasts and clicks his tongue in disagreement. “i’m not gonna be done any time soon, sweetheart.” and he goes until you physically can’t take it anymore— until your back arches, you push up into him as hard as you can, and then your body falls limp as you pass out. then he pulls back and places a series of slow and soft kisses along your pads. he’ll fuck you when you come to, he decides.

choso is too perfect for his own good. he is a man of great infatuation; to the way he counts all the freckles on your back to how he knows all your favorite nail shades and what stores you like to shop at. he’s also obsessed— obsessed— with your body.

when it comes to your nipples, he’s enamored, intrigued, beyond comprehension. he sucks lightly, as if it were a pacifier, other hand anxiously placed on your ribs. it’s hot, it’s heavy, but it’s not inherently sexual.

it’s a slow process, needy for your touch and skin and being. he suckles on you, tongue swirling around in slow circles. he grins against you as you gasp, pulling back just barely to ask a simple “are you okay?”

this is heaven to him, a blessing from the gods, and as he feels you clench up he knows he’s doing good enough. he knows, of course, you want more but he’s steady, calm with his touch.

spit dribbles down your chest, a sloppy and vulgar and pure mess. he thinks he was meant to be here and you’re sure he is.

choso is obsessed with you, and he shows it when he worships your breasts every chance he can get.

[miange1]

I NEED MORE BRIAN MOSER AHHHH

Brian Moser, with a lover that's "too sweet"

male leaning reader, brian is a freak, being nervous more than shy, arguments, accidental guilt tripping, manipulation(at first), reader gives off innocence but they're not they're just a virgin, fake names, being overly touchy, blow jobs

note: had an idea so i just used this ask as an excuse to finally post it. also if you notice typos no you don't im not fixing them

— You were his first actual relationship in which didn't involve murder or trying to get closer to Dexter. Or so he remembers, he probably had that intention at first yet completely forgot about it due to his own feelings.

— Meeting you felt like a bunch of perfumes and flowers were thrown at his face— you were smiling and speaking with him like he was your long lost friend or your boyfriend, like you knew him since forever.

"Oh! Rudy!" He instantly felt his heart speed up, feeling more nervous than he's ever been in his entire life and you weren't even calling out his real name. He needs to calm down, seriously he's sweating way too much.

"I missed you so much, how have you been?" He felt your arms wrap around him tightly, yet ater the hug your hands took his and held them as if they were the most delicate things in the world, besides you.

The man could barely get his words out, stuttering every now and then and looking away from you often. Your thumb was swiping softly over the top of his knuckles, why were you looking at him like that.

— Getting with you was the most romantic thing he has ever thought of. Taking you out to a place where it was peaceful yet beautiful, and he could confess to you and actually mean it.

— It was the best place he could find, it was hot but lovely. When he confessed, you stayed quiet for far too long and he thought you didn't want him. You were just in so much shock, it's been a bit since someone was this genuine to you.

— Floating on air is what he felt like each time he was with you. When you were able to visit his work, you showed him with kisses each and every single time even after arguments which was something he would have a heavy weight on his shoulders about.

"Debra doesn't at all have a thing for me, what the hell are you talking about!" You were blinking back heavy tears trying to see his side as best as you could, yet everything just went a bit too far. From understanding to a plain bicker.

"It's obvious she does, and she's in your office more than I am!" He rolled his eyes, his fingers on his nose and pinching the bridge. He knew Debra had a thing for him, but what he didn't know was why he lied seeing you fight for him like this. He liked seeing you get jealous.

"Because it's her job." Yet you protested, "I understand that but.." you couldn't get the rest out, starting to cry and you instantly felt embarrassed. "Sorry— shit, I'm sorry.." His upset look rested, sighing as he went closer to you for an embrace.

"No, it's my fault." He admitted, his arms squeezing your frame in a comforting manner as you cried into his chest.

He was so turned on right now.

— Brian had a bunch in which you were a virgin, he just would have never guess he was actually right about it.

— All he wanted was a small make out for a bit, yet it had escalated and you were on your knees. God, you looked so pretty.

"Ah, ah, your teeth.. Good..that's it." He leaned his head back, the warmth of your mouth and tongue working at his girth. For your first time even giving head you were real good at following his directions. You did it just how he liked it. Tongue swirling, spit mixing with what leaked from him, it was heaven.

He jutted his hips forward a bit, catching you by surprise and giving you the urge to wanna pull back, which didn't happen due to Brian's fingers tangling in your hair— and pushing your head back forward. "Doing so well, fuck.." you practically weren't evenoving anymore, and if you were you had just been going ragdoll and moving along with Brian's pulls.

His dick twitched in your mouth as he heard a gargled moan, fuck he was gonna cum just from hearing that alone. Then he'd hear you whine, almost impatiently. "Hush you're fine, just keep on— God, yes.." eyes rolling back, feeling your nose poke at his pelvis the deeper he pushed you down when he came. Letting go of your hair, he let your head fall back a bit before he forced your mouth closed.

"Swallow."

— Sooner or later he would then wonder why you were a virgin in the first place, yet you did date people for long periods of time.

"I don't know, when I asked after break up they said they just couldn't."

— He got the hint for himself.

[s0ft-d3cay]

Playful Flirtations

Leon Kennedy x Male Reader | This took WAY to long to write, what originally was an old work I wrote a few years back. I remember enjoying the concept so I rewrote it and edited it best I could. Hope you all enjoy!!

Warnings: A nice little confession(we all need one of those), both are very touch starved so there’s a lot of that, they flirt, they kiss in the end too, use of Y/N

WC: 664

Y/N’s eyes playfully squinted at Leon, arms crossed and leaned back against the red vinyl couch, facing one another on opposite sides of the private room. An older building covering in celebrity memorably, covering the walls and floor were black and white menu items, a quaint hideaway of a far away past in the atmosphere. "Are you asking if I’m single?" He asked point blank, head cocked to the side, gaze analyzing the blond.

Y/N and Leon had their fair share of close calls in the past few weeks. From meeting in passing missions, uncovering the hell that was Umbrella's fuck ups to now. It seemed the universe had a plan of its own for the both to stay close. Leon's  exhales a soft laugh, lips spreading to a sly smile. "And what if I am?" He replied smoothly.

Confidence and infatuated interest waving off him like a summer's breeze, electric blue eyes somehow glowing under the warm magenta lighting. "I am, are you?" Y/N passed back the question, grinning towards the man with a hopeful gaze. Leon wet his lips as they turned up in a giddy smile once the question was thrown back, taking him by surprise. “I am and I'd like to know more about you on a more…personal level.” Leon answers, eyes cascading over Y/N's frame with heated want.

The man's hands fidgeted with the hem of his long sleeve over the table, gaze shifting down towards their own hands. "I wouldn’t mind giving us a shot." Y/N commented softly, biting his own lower lip. Leon couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable the man was, from the nervous fidgeting to his ever-wavering kindness. Placing a large hand over the other’s, gently grasping Y/N, "Well, I'd be honored to get to know you…"

Y/N’s flushed face only darkened at the action, eyes widened as his heart skipped and swooned. "You stole my line." He teased with a coy expression, hand turning to grasp back. Fingers hesitantly clasping over Leon's fingers and palm. “I’m looking to hopefully steal something else too.” Leon teased back, his fingers playing and curling between his and Y/N fingers. The sight of the other's flushed face and giddy behavior was endearing. Realizing just how soft the man in front of him was inside and out.

"Like what?" Y/N asked back with bashfulness, a hint of mischievous coy tactics. He scoots to the edge of the seat, knees pressed against Leon's beneath the table. The man let out a chuckle, mirroring Y/N as he moved closer, fingers still played and curled between heated fingers and palm.

The warmth from Y/N's hand enticing the man to bring them up to his lips, his gaze flickering between his awaiting lips and playful eyes. "Come on Leon, I wanna hear you say it." Y/N egged on, now pressing themselves halfway against the table. Nose barely touching the man's, they're so close.

Bringing up a free hand to caress his cheek, lightly tracing over his scruffy jaw and cheekbone. Leon chuckled softly, the soft and gentle voice teasing him to make a move. It was hard not to do things to please Y/N, the man was just so alluring. He dreamily let out a sigh, eyes flickering back to Y/N’s. Gazing into them as he barely brushed their lips together. "Can I maybe steal a little kiss?”

"I’m not gonna say no to a kiss." Y/N whispered with an airy laugh, eagerly smiling bright as their blush darkened. Leon chuckled softly, tempting him further to push more buttons to tease and embarrass him. "I mean…if you want my hands and lips all over you, all you gotta do is ask.”

The Y/N completely froze at that comment, eyes growing wide with genuine surprise. Heart racing as his brain scattered in all different directions and future ideas. "Now you’re just threatening me with a good time." Y/N answered in a low whisper, leaning in to capture the man's lips with his own.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

[sainteclectic]

Heart pulls their knees to their chest and rests his head on them. He struggles for a minute to find the right words, face shifting between anger and resentment and frustration, before finally settling on exhaustion. 

“...It's not okay. It's not fair that I have to deal with all your bullshit. I'm fucking pissed that I was created just to suffer through emotions I never asked for—” She sighs. “But I know why you did it. I know how you feel, and… and maybe that's what hurts the most. That I can't really be mad when I know what you're going through. I'm going through it too.”

Harmonia looks back at her Soul and gestures at their hands, silently asking to let go for a moment. It swallows, breath caught in its throat, before exhaling shakily and letting go of Whole's hand. She walks towards Heart curled up on the couch, but doesn't dare reach out. Not yet.

“It's okay if you don't forgive me. I know that I don't. Even if I'm suffering, you're suffering too, and that matters just as much as my pain. I just…” Hesitantly, he reaches out a hand and taps the ground in front of him. “...I wish there was a way neither of us had to suffer.”

There's a tense moment of silence. Does Heart know that she's reaching out? God, what if she did it wrong, was she supposed to tap somewhere else? Would that just be another layer of disrespect, another thing Whole did wrong, another—

Suddenly, arms are wrapped around him. White wings envelop her too, feathers brushing against her cheeks. There's a dampness on her neck, on her face—they're both crying.

“...Me too.”

They stand there for a moment, embracing each other. Maybe Whole doesn't have to be at war with himself. Maybe they don't have to suffer. It's a nice thought. A stupid and naive thought, a foolish thing for a broken man to consider—

Heart slaps his face with one of the wings on their head. “Hey, dummy. You're overthinking this.”

“Wh—How did you…”

“I'm your Heart, remember? I can feel your anxiety.” Oh. Right. “...Plus, you're playing with my feathers.”

Whole jerks back from the hug in embarrassment, leaving Heart looking a little startled. Well, a little is an understatement—her feathers are all ruffled, like a baby bird who just woke up. Harmonia snorts at the sight, gets anxious about being rude, and laughs even harder from the nerves. Heart's mouth hangs open for a moment, clearly confused as all hell, before he starts cracking up too. Neither of them really know why they're laughing—maybe it's relief, maybe it's stress, maybe it's exhaustion, probably all three—but no matter the reason, the Whole and her Heart were finally in sync.

“God,” Heart says, lifting their blindfold to wipe away tears, “We really are a mess, huh?”

[thetruearchmagos]

I have been spending and objectively disturbing amount of time on the war thunder forums...

[juniper-clan]

MOON 18: Oh Shit She’s Feeling It (pt. 1)

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[vulpinesaint]

Hi! I just went through your quizzes (gorgeous writing, by the way!) and I wonder if you have the results for all of them posted somewhere? I know both saints quizzes have a full results post and the garden one too, but I don't think I've found the others. I'm especially curious about the supervillain one :)

hiya!! thank you so much i'm so glad you liked them <3 as of right now i only have results up for the saints + garden quizzes, but i would be so happy to post more results for you! anytime i post results, they should be linked on the masterpost in my bio :) i think i will. only post the supervillain one for now. the other ones make me feel a little silly. but you are so welcome to the supervillain results <3

for those of you who have taken the supervillain quiz: here's how your story could have ended!

[thatrandomblogsays]

Lmao Zeus & Hades are such bad dads that they think Percy would rob a god for his deadbeat dad who owes Sally 12 years of back pay for child support…

These literal God-Kings sat down and were like hmmm Poisedon hasn’t talked to this child in years to avoid people knowing he ejaculated when he should’ve of evacuated… & has a shitty abusive stepdad now… that child would absolutely Mission Impossible Olympus for him! Let’s kill him :)

Hey dumbasses, my own deadbeat parent can barely get me to text them back, I ain’t stealing shit for them. As a member of Team Deadbeat Parent, that request would’ve caused 12 year old me to cuss out an adult for the first time

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

LMFAOOOO

Madre mía y decían que en los años 70 ya se quedaron sin ideas,

Aún hay gente que idolatra a estos farsantes y se creen todo lo q les meten con colador 😂

Y esto de la luna podía colar, hoy en día todas las mentiras que cuentan las celebrities no 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 (relaciones inicio de la fama etc)

[twistedappletree]

getting rid of a pet because your partner doesn’t like them is crazy, i’d dump a mf so fast lmao

[todayisafridaynight]

no cuz fr the most unexplainable thing would be how they didn’t reunite sooner like,,, Mine could have been staying away because he wansnt good enough for daigo (in his mind) but still i don’t think he’d stay THAT far away 💀 at most bro is down the street at any given time 😭

reviews are in for Mine Isn't Dead Actually But He Is Emo So

[fnvbennygecko]

oh man.

[sunlightfeeling]

hey… you know what would have been fantastic…

not being sick my first day in Tucson

…and yet here we are 😬👎