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warning: this fic is diabetes inducing! So damn sweet, I could just die! 😭😭😭😭

Make Love | Revenant x fem Reader

A very soft Revenant 

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Word Count: 992

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off-air | isekko

iso/gekko (valorant) tags: love confessions, domestic fluff, feelings realization, snuggling & cuddling, might be ooc, cross-posted on ao3

synopsis: while iso is trying to blow off some steam after a stressful day, gekko texts him. fifteen minutes later, he's in his best friend's room on wash day. bonding ensues.

sfw. 5.1k words.

notes: - most of this was written at 3-5 am, so if you see any grammatical errors, *no you didn't.* - iso and gekko have a pre-existing friendship; a close one at that! they have platonically held hands, hugged, all of that while trying to break iso out of his shell :) - sorry if it's out of character - i also wrote this while listening to iso and gekko's canonical spotify playlists, along with the isekko playlist made by lili on spotify! - the name of this fic in my documents is "The Oneshot Where Iso and Gekko Confess Over A Bathtub On A Random Tuesday" hahaha

STOKYO DRIFT, Cemetary Drive I said I’m ready to cash out I said I’m ready to– I said I’m ready to– I said I’m ready to–

Iso exhales.

Just a round at the Range. It’s that simple. Blow off some steam, Zhao Yu.

It’s that simple. No strings attached. It was just him, his Raging Hunter (which he customized with the help of Raze just a while back– she helped everyone with it at one point, and Iso was on her supposed list of clientele), and a bunch of robot dummies.

Truth be told, Iso didn’t even know why he was here. In recent meetings with Sage, he found himself sitting across from her in her own bed, talking about the nightmares he experiences on the daily. The gunfire, the blood, the flashes of violet.

Especially the gunfire.

Yet here he was, Raging Hunter in his hand, doing the one thing he knows how to do in a last-ditch effort to calm himself down. He pulls back the hammer with his thumb, exhaling as he flicks his arm towards the ‘start��� button, squeezing the trigger ever so slightly–

Bzzt.

What.

Iso tries to ignore the buzzing in his front pocket, gently vibrating against his side. He steadies his aim, but it buzzes again, and he sighs, holstering his Raging Hunter, and pulling out his phone.

SECURE SERVER_VAL.VP // PRIVATE MESSAGE: GEKKO-ISO

GEKKO [15:41 UTC]

yo yo yo can u help me clean wings ?

Iso blinks.

You have to send five back-to-back texts to get that point across?

ISO [15:42 UTC]

Why so sudden ?

GEKKO [15:42 UTC]

yk how he gets and he likes u Hes fussing so fuckin bad rn holy shit

[SYSTEM] Gekko sent an image. [A 0.5x photo. Gekko looks disgruntled at the camera. He’s in a black shirt, and you can see Wingman crawling out of the tub.]

Iso almost laughs.

ISO [15:42 UTC]

Let me clean up. Ill be there in 15

GEKKO [15:43 UTC]

THANK YOU DUDE I was going actually crazy you are like a life saver

ISO [15:42 UTC]

👍

Thumbs-up? Thumbs-up?

Holy shit.

Iso unholsters his sidearm, putting on the safety as he makes his way to the teleporter, walking through it with a shudder (he’ll never get used to it) and making another healthy stride toward the locker room. He passes Omen’s desk, glancing at his bonsai tree left with a refilled watering can as he puts four of his fingers on the handle, the fingerprint scanner whirring and clicking the locker open with a little green light. Iso puts away his gun in the tiny mold left in the back part of the locker.

On the little hanger for his mission outfit, he has a woven bracelet Gekko made him a few weeks prior; red, purple, white, and black in nature. He took it off before training. It means quite a bit to him, and he would hate to mess it up.

He goes to close his locker, looking at it for a moment, hesitating, then closing it.

He was going to help bathe Wingman– he doesn’t want to get it dirty.

Iso’s sneakers pitter against the floor, narrow steps suddenly growing heavy as he approached Gekko’s door. He knocks, putting his hands in his pockets immediately after.

Gekko doesn’t seem to notice, as Iso hears small Spanish curse words leave his lips behind the muffled door. Iso shrugs, pushing the sliding door open with a small huff. He closes it behind him and walks towards Gekko’s bathroom door, generously left open for his incoming guest.

The sight is comedic. Wingman is hurdled over his owner’s shoulder, trying to squirm his way out of Gekko’s grip, both hands reaching outward like a baby trying to reach something. Gekko has his hands on Wingman’s chubby jelly sides, holding him back with an iron grip. Wingman suddenly falls limp at the sight of Iso, except for the grabby hands that continue. Gekko turns around, confused.

“Oh, shit, you’re here.” His eyes widen, letting go of Wingman. He hops down to climb Iso like a jungle gym, and Iso picks him up before his pants get any soap on them, walking over to the tub once again, and placing Wingman in.

“Let me take off my jacket. I can’t really help with all this stuff on–” Iso says, turning on his heel. Gekko gives him an acknowledging ‘aight’ and very gently scolds Wingman to stay.

Iso walks to Gekko’s bed (his radivore sling was notably discarded on the bed— a pair of eyes look at him) tugging his hoodie over his head. He neatly lies it on the end of Gekko’s bed, having done so quite a few times before (Gekko often called Iso up for a friendly hangout that consisted of Iso knocking out a few hours into their gaming sessions). He looks at the gloves on his hands, removing them with the tiniest bit of clamminess.

He feels weird without them.

He tucks them into the pockets of the hoodie, sliding over to Gekko’s post, and kneeling on the bathmat. Wingman looks up at Iso expectantly. “I’ve never… washed a radivore before.”

“All good. It’s pretty damn simple if you ask me. Just lather the little guy up with some soap until he’s extra squeaky clean. It’s the same for the rest of my crew.” Gekko explains, handing Iso the soap along with a little glove with bristles. Gekko has one on his non-dominant hand. “And you literally can’t mess this up. Bro loves you.”

Iso nods, taking it. “Pfft, I hope so,” he responds, feeling the warm water against his one bare hand.

He’s not particularly used to having his gloves off. Sure, he takes them off when he has to, but otherwise, they stay on. He feels practically naked without them. The same goes for his headphones. His little earbuds are in his ears, playing music low enough to the point where he can still understand what Gekko is saying.

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Gekko watches as Iso puts on the glove. He places his bare hand to hold Wingman gently as Iso puts a generous amount of soap on the garment, lathering it on Wingman’s jelly head. He watches attentively, folding his arms on the edge of the bathtub to rest his head in. Gekko takes in the sight in front of him; Iso, in his bathroom, washing his little buddy with all of the benignity in the world.

Iso glances toward Gekko, a small huff leaving his lips, “So you called me here to do your dirty work for you?”

“No, I called you here to be Wingman’s .. uhh, social … buffer. He likes you. I’m using my resources to my advantage! Boom.” Gekko moves his hands to the best of his ability despite resting on them– his animated self refuses to go unseen even in a moment of exhaustion. “He’s been fussy all day,” Gekko reaches his gloved hand to lather some soap on the radivore’s back, “but the second you show up,” a short breath, “se convierte en un angelito.”

Iso understood ‘convierte’ and ‘angelito’ when placed together. He assumed from context clues… “He turns into an angel.”

He stifles a laugh.

…

“Hey,”

Gekko blinks, “What’s good?”

“I’ve been wanting to ask–” he keeps his gaze on Wingman, but he can feel Gekko staring him down, “–we never exchanged names. Of course, we have our callsigns, but … that’s different. I just feel since we’ve been hanging out so often we should refer to each other as something more … uh, friendlier than … Gekko. Or Iso.”

“Oh?” Gekko furrows his brows, running his bare hand through his prickly green hair, “Damn, you’re right,”

It was… odd, admittedly, but, when he really thought about it, Iso was right. How many weeks has it been? Hell, it’s probably been a bit more than a few months. He’s been hanging out with this guy almost non-stop and yet, they don’t know each other’s actual names.

Iso knocks him free from his thoughts. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, I’m so down. Just, how do we like, go about this? Like… yo, man, my name is blah, blah, blah.”

 Iso offers a playful smile, “Rock, paper, scissors for it?” he asks, swatting his bare hand in the air to remove excess droplets, drying it to the best of his ability. “If I lose, I go first. And vice versa.” He holds his fist out to indicate the beginning of the game.

Gekko laughs, a small grin on his face as he puts his fist up. “Oh, you’re on.”

“Aight– rock, paper, scissors, shoot–!”

Iso plays paper.

Gekko plays scissors. “Tough luck.”

Iso lets out a small laugh, returning to washing Wingman. He keeps his gaze on the radivore, feeling Gekko’s eyes burn into him like fire.

“My full name is Li Zhao Yu.” Iso makes sure to accentuate every letter.

“Li … Zhao Yu,” Gekko repeats it back to him, getting a few of the syllables wrong, but Iso is quick to correct him— gently, of course.

“Shit, that’s cool. So, it’d be just Zhao Yu, right?” He asks after the mild training, lifting his head up from the side of the tub, holding himself up by his chin.

“Yeah, basically.” Iso shrugs, returning to washing Wingman.

“Yo, could I mash those together? I think that’d be a pretty sick nickname,” before Iso could say anything, Gekko spits out, “Zhayu. It’s like, not even that different, but, it sounds cool as fuck, right?”

Iso looks at Gekko, eyes wide.

“I don’t have to use it if you don’t wanna—“

“No,” Iso says almost immediately, “I mean— no, I like it. I just haven’t had someone give me a nickname in— I don’t know— forever,” Iso admits with a small laugh, rinsing Wingman. “It’s nice. I like it.”

Gekko lets out the tiniest sigh of relief, “Good. I didn’t wanna like, overstep.”

Iso nods followed by a small hum of acknowledgement. “It’s your turn.”

“Oh, yeah— we doin’ full names, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Oh man,” Gekko says between a laugh, pushing himself to sit up straight. He reaches over for the towel on the counter, holding it and awaiting Iso to hold him up, clearing his throat, “My full, legal, name is Mateo Armendáriz De la Fuente.”

“… what.”

Gekko laughs even harder than last time, “Dude, that’s why I asked. It’s kind of a mouthful.” He bites back a laugh, “You can just call me Mateo.”

“Mateo … Armen—what? Woah, you’re right,” Iso says with a tiny laugh punctuating the end of his sentence, “if you think you butchered my name, I wouldn’t even know where to begin with yours.”

He then realizes the meaning behind his words, quick to defend himself, “I’m not saying your name is weird or anything— it’s just hard for me to pronounce— or uh, remember, in that sense.”

“Maybe I should just stick to Mateo.”

Gekko laughs, thankfully.

“I’ll learn your full name, trust me,” Iso says, drying off Wingman like a little baby.

“I know, man.”

“But, now that I’m looking at you… you really do strike me as a Mateo.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gekko raises a brow, a little smile on his lips.

“Oh— nothing, it just— makes sense?” Iso quickly explains, not wanting to offend.

“Dude, you’re chill. I’m just playin’.”

Iso blinks, turning back to Wingman. “One more thing,”

“Yeah?”

“Where did your crew’s names come from?” Iso asks out of the blue, holding Wingman up in the air next to his head, making him face Gekko with him.

“Honestly, most of them kinda just … came to me,” Gekko admits, not having an exact answer. “I kinda named them based on their whole ability thing—? I dunno how to explain it.”

“Dizzy has that plasma thing— and guess what! Makes people dizzy. Get it?” He shrugs, “Wingman’s kinda self-explanatory. He’s my wingman.”

“Then, uh, Thrash. She was kind of the more aggressive outta-all of them? And if we’re goin’ back to the whole ability-based-name-thing, Mosh seems pretty self-explanatory too, yeah?”

“I guess— makes more sense now,” Iso shrugs. “And that’s pretty cu—“

Cool.

“— cu-ool,” Iso catches himself, making a weird new word in trying to save himself from that embarrassment.

He quickly holds up Wingman for Gekko to dry, and lest Iso’s anticipations, Gekko doesn’t take Wingman from his hands, just running the towel on Wingman to dry him off.

Iso feels Gekko’s hands against his, hindered by the towel between them as he holds Wingman while Gekko pats him down to dry the little guy. A tiny rosyness creeps up to the round of Iso’s cheeks as he watches Gekko’s hands, hyper-aware of the fact that they would be touching if it weren’t for the towel working as a barrier.

Iso looks away, tapping his finger on Wingman as gently as he can to the beat of the song playing in his earbuds.

Gekko’s eyes flick up to Iso midway through the task, and he smiles. Gekko smiles up at Iso and he returns it without a second thought.

“Yo, you’re all red, amigo.”

No fucking way.

“Há? No, am I? I’m not, no, it’s just the light, no?” Iso sprints through his words, looking at Gekko everywhere but his eyes. He utters a curse in Chinese, tilting his head away in an effort to hide his supposed blush. “Sorry.”

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“Pfft,” Gekko lets out the tiniest giggle, “It’s aight.”

Iso comes back to reality when Wingman shimmies out of his grip, running back to the harness on Gekko’s bed. He almost begs the little radivore to stay– to save him from this terrible situation. He thinks he could die.

Instead, Iso looks at the radivore harness like a broken man, and Gekko laughs even harder, forcing Iso to get up.

“I’m grabbing my hoodie.” He announces, shuffling towards the bed.

“Oh, come on– I don’t mean to tease–”

Iso rolls his eyes, falling onto Gekko’s bed, face first. He grabs his hoodie– gently pushing Gekko’s harness out of the way– now pulling the pull-over up under his chin as a pillow. 

He didn’t want to believe he was in love with his best friend, but Iso knew he was too far gone to even deny it anymore. The way Gekko laughed, the way he teased him, the jokes he made, and the considerate things he did for him, whether it be making little woven bracelets or buying him Boba whenever he went out— that was all casual, right? It had to be.

Gekko walks out– Iso doesn’t notice– and sits near the headboard, looking down at him with yet another teasing grin. It’s fucking lethal.

Then, with that smile, Iso realizes.

Of fucking course it wasn’t.

Iso averts his gaze, jaw dropped as he came to that realization.

“Relax, bro. You’re gonna pop a blood vessel.” He hears Gekko say.

Iso shoves his face into his hoodie. There’s silence until Gekko asks the burning question,

“Were you going to say that it was cute, or am I crazy?”

Iso groans. “Do we really– do we really have to talk about this now??” He says with half of his speech muffled as he finally peeks up from his hoodie, blush flaring into his pale skin.

“I mean, you’ve slipped up a lot like that before. I dunno why you’re tweakin’ right now,” Gekko shrugs.

That sentence makes Iso’s heart drop.

“I’ve what.”

Gekko looks at Iso and is met with a beautiful picture; he’s resting on his bed (his!) and his eyes are a bright violet, looking at Gekko with a wide expression. If Gekko could peer into his mind, he’d only find that Iso is so embarrassed that he might as well have been stripped bare in public– but despite all of it, he finds Iso sprawled like this endearing. It’s hilarious, even– how did Iso not notice Gekko noticing all of the little moments? The stolen glances, the lingering touches, the late-night talks– Gekko almost laughs at his obliviousness.

The silence is almost suffocating, so Gekko begins, “Zhayu,” a breath, “you’re not as slick as you think.”

Gekko looks at Iso’s hands, and they’re balled into tight fists, and when he looks into those raging violet eyes again, they’re twitching.

“And…” Iso sounds out of breath, “You never told me?!”

Gekko blinks. Then he howls.

“No! Don’t laugh–!“ Iso pushes himself up, kneeling on the bed in a position that would definitely make his feet numb later, “Gekk– Mateo. How long? And— just how many times have I slipped up like this around you?” Iso curses just a few seconds after the delivery of that sentence, running a hand through his hair, forehead moist.

Gekko sits up straight, adjusting his sitting stance into crisscrossed, looking away as he puckers his lips, drumming his hands on his thighs, “Man, you know… like… was I supposed to count?”

Iso’s eyebrows drop.

“Mateo, I will strangle you right here, right now.” Iso threatens, but his hands don’t move from his knees. Gekko looks at him with a dubious look, and Iso realizes he isn’t exactly feeding into the whole ‘fear factor’ of it. He’s quick to lift up his hands in front of him and exaggerate the motion as if he’s moving Gekko’s head back and forth like a maraca.

It’s silent.

Then, it’s enough to make Gekko fall into a giggle fit. Then, Iso gets mad that he’s not taking his threat seriously. Then, Iso is so mad that he starts laughing. Hard.

He’s hurled over on his knees, holding his stomach as he falls onto his side, just next to Gekko’s knee, and his gut hurts. His gut hurts from laughing, and Iso realizes he’s laughing with no one better than Gekko himself. Iso cough-laughs, covering his mouth. Gekko is hitting himself with his fist, smack dab in the chest to stop himself from coughing. Iso remembers the little ‘I lowkey have asthma’ and one last laugh bubbles out from his throat.

He looks at where the woven bracelet Gekko made him a few weeks ago would be and imagines it; purple, white, red, and black, all woven together to create a sense of Iso in itself.

He feels naked. Yet the mirage reminds him that he would protect it with his life.

Gekko deflates, his arms lining up behind him to keep himself steady. His head falls to where Iso’s head is, then his unusually bare wrist.

“Where’s your bracelet?” He asks, reaching over, and tapping on the little pulse point where it would be. “I thought you liked it.”

“I didn’t want to mess it up when we cleaned Wingman,” Iso breathes, his voice tired.

Gekko hums.

Iso blinks.

“You’re my best friend, you know that?” Iso says blankly, feeling Gekko’s fingers brush up against his wrist ever so slightly as he retreats them back to hold himself up. Iso’s fingers twitch with anticipation. He bites his lip softly, looking at Gekko’s surprisingly soft hands, despite them looking so rough.

Iso keeps half of his face in the sheets, left cheek squished up against the surface. He rests on the bed, getting comfortable with Gekko at his side, legs crossed and looking at him like he is a piece of valuable, fragile treasure and not the cold-hearted ‘Dead Lilac’ killer everyone made him out to be.

No, Iso corrects himself, not everyone. Me.

Iso is who makes himself out to be the Dead Lilac. He leaves that behind today; hopefully forever.

“And you’re mine, querido.” Gekko breathes, his foreign tongue slipping. Gekko registers what he said seconds later, quick to change the subject, “You look like a cat like this.”

Iso mumbles, “Querido? What does that…” But he gives up halfway through the question, mostly because he knows Gekko won’t tell him what it means. “A cat?” He instead asks, raising a brow. Gekko flicks his cheek, and he mumbles a small “ow” as soon as the stinging feeling occurs. “I’m not going to meow if that’s what you’re asking.”

A chuckle, “That sucks.”

“Ew, you want me to meow?” Iso feigns a laugh, hiding his full face in the sheets to muffle the tiny effervesce, before coming back to look up at Gekko. “You’re so weird, Mateo.”

“Hater.”

Iso sticks his tongue out, lifting his right arm to flick Gekko’s nose.

“Ow.”

Then it’s quiet. Iso hates quiet.

“Teo. I want to ask you something.”

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Gekko feels like he knows what’s coming. “Ask away.”

“Have you ever thought about …” Iso pauses, looking away to regain some of the composure that he lost as he began the sentence, “Have you ever thought about us? And what we are?” Iso exhales, unaware he is holding his breath. “Because I don’t know what we are at this very moment.”

Iso had avoided eye contact for so long. He brings himself to look at Gekko, and he looks at him the second the look in his best friend’s eyes alters.

“I have.” A deep breath, “Many times.”

“What do you think about? What are we?” Iso asks.

He quickly adds to the end, “To you?”

“I…” Gekko purses his lips, “Well, right now. We’re just homies, yeah?”

“At the moment … I’d say so.”

Iso looks at where the bracelet would be— a fond reminder of their camaraderie. Then he looks into Gekko’s eyes and finds the same unreadable look. He looks at Iso’s wrist with such fondness. Happiness. Content. A secret fourth thing. Iso finds comfort in it.

“What about everything else you’ve thought of?”

“You really wanna know?”

“Do you want to tell me?” Iso asks, avoiding Gekko’s gaze, and he realizes that their two hands are almost grazing— holding each other. Iso’s hand twitches again. “If so, yes.”

“Pfft,” Iso swears he sees a mischievous glint in Gekko’s eyes, “Least serious… uuh…”

“I’ve thought of kissing you.”

Iso’s face distorts, pursing his lips as he shoots up from his lying position. “Least serious?! That’s the most uncasual thing I can think of!” He almost shouts out of pure shock. He’s not angry, just confused.

Gekko belly laughs, his hand smacking onto his stomach to support himself, “I’m playin’! There’s stuff before that, tonto.”

Iso wants to smack him for messing with him like that. That thought is wiped when he sees the red against Gekko’s ears and he’s done for. Smitten.

“And… compared to other shit, I think that’s pretty tame.”

…

“You’re so gross.” Iso blurts out.

“What? You wanted the truth, so you got the truth,” Gekko holds his hands up in defense before falling next to him again, “and to give you the whole truth, if I were to tell you what I’m thinking now, it’d be... that… ay…” Gekko’s right hand returns to his face, covering his mouth and trailing down his jaw, “maybe there have been times I’ve thought about us– and not as what we said we were a few minutes ago.”

Iso understands those connotations. He looks in the middle of their laps, almost touching. He exhales.

“I would say that the thought is mutual.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” A pause, “... Yes.”

“Mateo, I—“ Iso purses his lips. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

“You welcomed me. Open arms. I don’t know if you… if you knew, but, you invited me anyway. I didn’t know if you were just like that with everyone, but– either way, you– you are just… perfect. I got to know you and I was like, how could anyone ever hate this guy? You’re everything, you’re all that there is right, and, wǒ qù, I can’t even fucking describe–” 

It’s hot. Then Iso realizes why.

Gekko leans in, pressing their lips together in a tender, soft embrace. Iso’s lips are the tiniest bit chapped against Gekko’s fairly soft ones, and he eats it all up. He relishes the feeling of his lips on Gekko’s— his best friend.

He stays like that for a hot minute, pulling away and looking at Gekko like a lost kitty who had found homage in him. He catches his breath.

“... I didn’t know how to shut you up–”

“Oh my God.” Iso smacks Gekko’s shoulder and in return, he pokes him in the side.

Iso jolts, letting out a quiet yelp— one that’s a bit out of character for his assassin background.

Then Gekko has a devious look on his face.

Was the fabled ‘Dead Lilac’ … ticklish?

Iso quickly covers his mouth in embarrassment, grip tightening as he realizes the noise he just let out. He looks at Gekko.

“No way.”

“No. It wasn’t anything. That wasn’t me, it was … Thrash—“ Iso quickly tries to back himself up, hand slipping from his mouth and immediately going to cover his sides as a last defense.

“Uh-huh. And where is Thrash?” He asks, nudging his head towards his harness as his hand reaches over to an exposed part of Iso’s side.

“Mateo!” Iso quickly scrambles away, rolling over to the other side of the bed, getting on his knees, and holding his left arm in front of him, creating distance between them as his right arm wraps around his own waist, trying to protect himself from an impending tickle attack.

“I will wrestle you on this bed and win.”

“I have little siblings and cousins. Fuckin’ bring it.”

And then he pounces.

The tickle match is full of empty threats, foreign curses, and lots of giggles. Too many. There was a cackle here and there, maybe even a snort. By the time it ended, Gekko fell from his place on top of Iso, lying next to him with a few laughter-filled coughs. Iso catches his breath.

“Mateo,”

A breathless “Yeah?”

“I wanna be your boyfriend.”

Iso’s headphones die.

A deep breath, “Can I?”

Iso stares at the ceiling. He notices Gekko is, too.

It’s quiet. So fucking quiet.

But Iso can handle it now.

Gekko is next to him, their arms are touching, and the silence isn't deafening for once. He feels the energy in the room and it doesn’t suffocate him, if anything, he’s breathing better.

“Yeah. I think I’d like that.”

Iso turns on his side. Gekko faces him.

Iso’s tired expression shifts into a happy, close-eyed smile as he tackles Gekko into a bear hug, invariably pushing him down onto the bed, putting his full body weight onto the poor guy, hugging him tightly. “Thank you.”

Gekko let out an involuntary gasp as Iso suddenly tackled him down onto the bed, nearly winding him as felt Iso’s full weight. He laughed softly, the air knocked out of him as he lay there under, returning the hug with equal enthusiasm, wrapping his arms around Iso and holding him tightly against his chest.

“Yeah, mi corazón,” he said softly, “Thank you.”

“Corazón,” Iso exhales against Gekko’s neck, pushing himself off from the top, “what does that mean?” He asks, breathing against Gekko’s chest, cheek squished against it. He holds him softer now, breathing in Gekko’s cologne.

“My heart,” Gekko says, a careful hand running up Iso’s clothed back, drawing small circles, “you are my heart, Zhao Yu.”

“If I am your heart,” he feels Gekko’s heartbeat against his cheek, “then, you are my treasure,” Iso smiles, “bǎo bèi.”

“Bǎo bèi…” he repeats sleepily, “mi tesoro.” Gekko breathes.

“I love it when you speak Spanish, Teo.” Iso says, nickname rolling off his tongue tiredly. “I don’t understand it, but it’s…” a huff, “nice.”

Gekko has a feeling he wanted to say something else, “Yeah?”

Iso realizes he’s fucking done for (again), “¿Te gusta cuando hablo español, mi tesoro?”

“Augh, stop it,” Iso rolls his eyes, pushing Gekko’s face back by his chin, looking away, laughing just a little bit. “You’re such a tease, sha bī.”

“Aww, is that another cute nickname?”

“No. I called you an idiot.”

“Oh. Chúpamela.” Gekko deadpans, flicking Iso’s forehead with little to no remorse.

Iso laughs and realizes that this is all he has ever wanted. This was bliss, and Iso has felt this way for as long as he was in Gekko’s presence. He moves ever so slightly, just so he can smell Gekko’s cologne, and his new boyfriend allows it. It smells of lemon zest with the faint undertones of green apple and vanilla. Iso swears that he can smell the tiniest bit of cedarwood. That combination with Gekko’s personal musk makes him dizzy. (Pun intended)

“You smell good.”

“You like my cologne? I wanted to try a new one.” Gekko says breathily, drumming the pads of his fingers on Iso’s back in a rhythmic pattern.

“I know. You smelled different.” Iso mumbles, inhaling. “I like this one better, though. The other one was too…” He thinks of a descriptor, “Smoky.”

“I used to layer two colognes,” Gekko admits, “The footnotes on it were tobacco, vanilla, then uhh… truffle, I think.”

“Too smoky.”

“It was a gift from Brimstone. I felt kinda bad,” He mumbled, “I’d feel better if he taught me how the hell he got his score so high in the video games in the basement.”

“You’re still trying to beat it?”

“Yeah.”

“… wait, you noticed that I changed my cologne?” Gekko blinks, looking down at Iso, who looks up to him bashfully.

“Maybe,” he exhales, adjusting his position to face away from Gekko, “it’s a very discernible smell— anyone would notice.”

“Sure.”

Gekko slightly spoons Iso, resting his head atop his, breathing in. “Damn, your hair smells like…” he thinks, “Tangerines?” he says with a slight hint of confusion in his voice.

“It’s just my shampoo,” Iso hums, shifting himself to tilt his head up at Gekko, “I like tangerines.”

“Me too,” Gekko says.

Quietly, Iso asks, “We just gonna stay like this?”

“What time is it?”

Iso looks at the alarm clock to the side. Before he can speak, his stomach grumbles, which prompts Gekko to ask instead, “Have you eaten?”

“I had breakfast.”

“You need to eat.”

Iso exhales knowing there’s no stopping Gekko– he’s already getting up and Iso follows that action. It’s quick, it’s swift, and his new boyfriend grabs his wrist and pulls him up onto his feet, intertwining their hands. They’ve held hands before– you know, in cases where Gekko is dragging him through a crowd at a festival or Iso has to pull him away from getting distracted while the agents go shopping. But this was different. The old Iso would probably tug his hand away, but the new Iso is comforted by this scenario– better yet, he seeks it. He never wants to let go of it and he doesn’t think he ever will. Gekko’s touch is grounding and Iso feels his mind go quiet as their fingers interlace. His free hand comes to remove his headphones and awkwardly puts them in the case, shoving his hand into his pocket.

“Alright.”

He’s gotten used to this.

hope you enjoyed! it's my second valorant fic i've written, so hopefully i did them justice.

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[coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic]

If you could, could you write a fic about Octane and (fem or gn) reader going to an arcade where he wins the reader a plushie from a claw machine then later proceeds to fuck her whilst she holds the plushie?

Sorry if this is too much. Feel free to ignore if you don't want to do it 💚

OOoOoOo naughty naughty… I love it 😈

I’m still not super experienced with writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted!

Warnings: smut obviously, swearing

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Hermosa - Beautiful

Mi Vida - my life

Princesa - Princess

también te amo - I love you too

Dating Octavio Silva is incredible. He’s never boring to say the least and he always takes you out on the best dates. This time it was another time at an arcade, a common date for the two of you but that didn’t make it less fun. You two played most of the night laughing and racking up those digital tickets to trade in later. You guys didn’t get to always go out, him being busy with the games and you not being a legend, so any time you guys could go out and do something you did. It was very rare that you stayed in and relaxed, which was perfectly fine for Octavio. After winning countless games and grand prizes you look over at your green haired lover and smiled. “Taaavi~” immediately his eyebrow quirked and he looked over at you, “yes, Princesa?” You looked at him and gestured over to the crane games, “think you could win me a prize to take home?” You gave him a playful pout and he laughed. “Just one?! I’d win you all of them!” He said confidently as he rushed over to the machines. “No!! Pick just one! The best one!” You laugh as you attempt to catch up to the speed demon. He groaned hearing you say you only wanted one, so now he was looking in each and every machine they had in this damn arcade finding you one.

After a few minutes of quickly looking he found one. It was a big soft bunny plush with extra long ears. He looked at you for approval and he got to work, it was a heavy one so it took a few turns to get it to grab right and lift it to the winning slot. Hearing the plop of it on the bottom he pulled your new buddy out and held it high. “Haha! I’m the best!” He announced, not that you could disagree. Octavio held the plush out of your reach and he looked at you. “What do we say hermosa~?” He asked with a purr in his voice. You blush and roll your eyes. “Thank you, Baby.” You cup one of his cheeks and place a sweet kiss on the other. You felt his smile grow, man did he adore you. You decided to be playful and leave a kiss on his neck before you pulled away, he gave you a smirk and you knew all too well. Looks like you were gonna show just how thankful you were when you got home.

Octavio in a playful rush to get going now was getting (more) restless. He grabbed your hand and asked “Ready to get out of here?” He wiggled his eyebrows and winked to really lay the message on thick. You laughed a bit and nodded. With that you two quickly made you way back to your place. It wasn’t immediately to sex, you two had some snacks or dinner and cleaned up for the evening, getting ready for bed. With the occasional tease from Octavio saying you were taking too long to get ready for bed. You had already placed your new bunny friend onto the bed, Octavio waiting for you with it in his hand.

When you walked in you saw Octavio shirtless, holding the bunny. He looked up at you with those eyes of his and he gestured for you to come close. “C’mere babygirl.” You felt the heat already rising in your core, when he wanted to he could get you going without even touching you. The mixture of not seeing him often and the fact he was so good in bed that got you excited. He bit his lip and his eyes are you up from head to toe. “Get undressed.” Without hesitation you strip, giving him a little show as you did so, soon enough you were in front of him with nothing on your body. You heard him growl lowly as he himself was getting excited just from the sight of you. He loved your body, the way it looked. Your imperfections that made you, you. Drove the man wild.

He grabbed your hip and tugged you close smashing his lips into yours, you immediately wrapping your arms around him and tangling your hands into his hair. It got hot quick, body temperature rising and the heavy breaths to accompany it. He flipped the two of you over, laying you down onto the bed. He kissed down your jaw and onto your neck, finding you special spots that drove you crazy, your soft moans and breathing telling him that he was nailing it. As he made his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and marks here and there, his hands beat him to his destination, touching your almost dripping core. He chuckled lowly, sounding almost victorious on how much he effected you. “My God you’re so wet for me, princesa. He spoke against your skin. His fingers slid inside you, massaging your walls and sending pleasure through every inch of your body. Moans escaped your lips and your breath hitched when you felt him speed up. We all know Octane has fat legs, that wasn’t the only thing that was incredibly fast. His fingers were much faster and he loved proving that to you.

With his fingers not even going full speed you felt your climax coming quickly and you felt it shot through your body as he finger fucked your through your first hard orgasm. He only added his tongue after you were over that hill, not letting up on his pace. It was so much but you both had a love for overstimulation. You moaned through it and you instinctually went to grab something to muffle your lewd noises, you grabbed the bunny he just won you. You hugged it close and moaned into it’s fur. It didn’t take long for you to get to a second, leaving a mess on his tongue and fingers. He pulled away, a trail of cum connected from his lips to you. He wiped his mouth and smirked seeing how dazed you already were.

He finally undressed himself, revealing his hard, leaking dick “You ready for me?” It was mostly telling you he was about to get started for real but wanted to warn you.

You felt your wrists get grabbed and pulled you up, he grabbed that bunny from your hands. “Wrists together now.” He commanded and you look at him confused, complying. He took the bunny’s ears and tied your hands together. Making you hold it close. He pushed you back down to the bed and lifted your legs, inserting himself in slowly, a pleasured groan leaving his throat. “Fuck…” He breathed out, clutching your thighs as you wrapped around him, ready for the ride about to come. After a couple of slow thrust the man didn’t take long to go an insane pace. It was like he was a machine with just how fast he could go, yes his legs helped but from you could tell, Octavio was always this way, just had a little boost now.

Pornographic sounds being absorbed by the walls from the both of you, the new bunny friend getting the best seat in the house, your moans being muddled still by its fur, biting onto its arms or head to help with the intense pleasure being given to you. Nails most definitely being clawed into the poor thing. Octavio was getting drunk off the sight of this alone, the prize he had won you not even an hour ago was being used to hide your filthy noises paired with your eyes rolling back from what he was doing to your soaked pussy. It got him so excited, he didn’t need his stun to get an extra boost of speed, that image was plenty. With this new pace you couldn’t keep still, your body was moving on its own to back away from the overwhelming pleasure building up within you. The tip of his dick kissing your cervix at such a rapid pace would be the death of you.

“T-Tavi-!! I-I.. I’m gonna-!” You could hardly get words to properly form, he kept this pace up, grunting and groaning as he saw your body be filled with euphoria as you had yet another orgasm, cumming hard. It was so much that you squirted, you didn’t know you could do that. Making a mess all over his dick he kept pace, riding this orgasm out with you. “Shit- yeah I’m gonna cum baby, you feel so fuckin good.” He had a trail of curses in Spanish as he finally reached his climax, pulling out of you and making a mess all over your body just to return the favor you gave him.

Both of you panting, getting air back into your lungs seemed to be a chore currently but it was so worth it. You felt high, you hadn’t ever felt that good before. This feeling was addicting, “oh my god Tavi… that was…” you said between breaths. “Fucking awesome?!” He plopped beside you and laughed. “That was amazing Mi Vida, I didn’t think you could make that big of a mess.” He chuckled and he looked over at you and then to the bunny, untying your hands. “Whenever you look at that guy I want you to remember this~ just so you can miss me more.” He winked and you blushed a bit because that’s exactly what you would do. But only it wouldn’t just make you kiss him, you’re gonna crave him. You playfully hit the speedster and roll onto your side to face him, ignoring the obvious mess on the bedsheets.

“I love you Tavi.”

“también te amo, y/n”

[life-despair-and-monsters-blog]

Kinktober Day 23 & 26: "Bondage/Restraints" & "Voyeurism/Exhibitionism" - For OTP: "Femme Fatale and the Apex" (Sonya x Jennifer)

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @imogenkol and @josephseedismyfather

Tagging @adelaidedrubman @spookyrares @derelictheretic @inafieldofdaisies @noodlecupcakes @direwombat @voidika @cassietrn @aceghosts @icecutioner @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @cloudofbutterflies92 @carlosoliveiraa @wrathfulrook @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @skoll-sun-eater @g0dspeeed @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins and @florbelles + anyone else who want to join.

Prompt based on this kinktober post made by fellow mutual @starsandskies. While the main Kink of this post is "Bondage/Restraints" & some "Voyeurism/Exhibitionism", there's also some minor inclusions of "Dirty Talk", "Orgasm Control", "Praise Kink", "Knife Play" and "Dom/Sub dynamic". I would have put down "Naked-Clothed" but the "clothed" person in question is an almost 10-foot tall cyborg beastie (with a human's brain) whose only covering is metal welded into the flesh so... SHRUG!

Anyway, SimpleGenius here from my Life, Despair & Monsters Blog. Just making my first contribution to Kinktober. I'm not really an excessive smut writer, though with that being said, I have written it on occasion, just never posting it (...until now). This is a oneshot devoted to Sonya and Jennifer just being their kinky selves.

From the mature tag and the title you can probably already guess that this oneshot (which will also be uploaded onto my AO3 as well) contains explicitly sexual content meant for 18+ users only. Minors Do Not Interact!

Here's some more warnings to scare off any stowaways.

CW: Explicit BDSM, Teasing/edging, stripping, (tail???) knife play, the equivalent of thigh riding for these two (but on Sonya's tail), naked female with not kind of non-naked female (there's like barbie physiques/anatomy involved with Sonya), and minor mention of a blood kink (unsurprisingly Jennifer's kind of a freak too). Basically monster-fucking (maybe robot-fucking? Or would it be cyborg-monster fucking???). A mix between praise and degradation kinks. Sexual fantasies. Really freaky behavior coming from these two. But very enthusiastic consent! Also vulgar language. And whatever else there is.

I’ve tried my best to research the sex aspect of it all, and even if I don’t believe it’s all accurate I think I did good with what I could find.

TW: Slight mentions of referenced murder and maybe cannibalism (Sonya's got a human brain inside a very non-human body so I don't know what lines that crosses). And minor implications of a toxic dynamic. They're both possessive people who suck so bad.

With that out of the way, I hope you do enjoy what I've written below the cut. This will officially be my first smut that I've publicly published. I'll be sure to reblog this post with the link to the one that'll be posted on my AO3. Also I'll be publishing another Kinktober Oneshot shortly after this one from my @the-silver-chronicles blog, about the main couple of that series, Silva and Faith. So don't be alarmed by a random ping from an icon you may or may not recognize.

Title: The Tails That Bind

Series: Life, Despair & Monsters (Love Death + Robots)

Character/s: Sonya/Sonnie | The Apex/Khanivore (re-interpreted canon character with OC qualities), Jennifer, Dicko (referenced in passing) and Sir Enigma Malvolio (referenced OC).

Words: 5,635

She heard her before she saw her; the click-clack of heels on marble closing in to their quarters.

Sonya remained where she was though; hanging from the ceiling in the expansive space that was refurbished to specifically accommodate her massive form, the high walls adorned with deep claw marks and scrapes she entrenched her talons and tail spikes into. Certainly, better than the restrictive pod or the dirty paddocks.

In contrast to her usual straightforwardness, when it came to dealing with her "mistress" of all people, Sonya made an effort in entertaining her more dramatic flairs.

If only to piss off the shrewd woman.

The door opened with such force that when Sonya peeked through her only optic, shutters uncoiling from her lens, to witness the blonde slam the door shut with a ferocity that immediately turned her on.

Someone's already pissy today, Sonya noted as she continued to observe with growing interest.

Jennifer turned around, short blonde hair barely touching her shoulders, noticeably a little frazzled with a few more wild strands curling out than usual. Her yellow rose still managed to survive staying pinned in her hair in spite of the fact Jennifer looked on the verge of ripping her hair out.

Her brows were furrowed, her face was scrunched in anger and a lovely snarl adorned her lips. Blue eyes darted to her white laced gloves, ripping them off as she mumbled curses under her breath. Sonya's optic lingered on the curves of her body, covered only by the golden dress Jennifer preferred to wear.

Sonya preferred when she didn't wear anything. Ogling Jennifer had been the closest her human brain could get to experiencing arousal within a body that wasn't designed to feel it. She had to get creative and tamper with many of the strange machinations and codes Malvolio left in her cursed Beastie body to at least have her body acknowledge the feelings.

In spite of this, she was still so far from reaching her goal of actually feeling the satisfactory conclusion of pleasure.

"-that old fuck!" Sonya was brought back to reality by the enraged outburst from Jennifer.

"Which old fuck are you referring to this time?" Sonya spoke in a voice more mature and sophisticated than her original gruff and accented voice, the crackling of the speaker embedded in her throat alerting Jennifer to the other presence in the room.

Jennifer's alarmed blue eyes pointedly gazed up to meet her gleaming red optic. However, she relaxed once she saw it was just Sonya, who uncoiled herself to lower her body, but refrained from leaving the ceiling just yet.

"It's one of Dicko's closer business partners," Jennifer told the Apex, kneeling down to take off her heels, "And I thought you were down in your workshop."

That doesn't narrow it down to who it is at all, Sonya wanted to retort, but chose to respond with, "I was, but it's so hot down there that I decided to seek out the coolest room I knew of."

"The wonders of an air con," Jennifer remarked, moving over to her vanity desk to set down her yellow rose from her hair.

Sonya rolled her optic at the snide comment, and returned her attention back to the source of Jennifer's sour mood, "Which one of Dicko's partners had it been? Ross or Carmen?"

"Ross. Carmen took a vacation, lucky bastard," Jennifer grumbled about the latter, though the former's name was spoken with disgust, "He was countering every proposition I made. Questioning my ability as a successor to Dicko's business. And attempting to belittle me in front of every one of those weak and cowardly geezers. The absolute gall!"

Sonya lowered herself above the bed, talons underneath her jaw as she watched her mistress rage. If she could, she'd be squeezing her thighs together to add a little friction. Unfortunately, her body wasn't included with genitals, and rubbing her thighs together in this body would just be pointless, so she could only visualize the image to force herself from screaming internally.

"The fucker was also leering at me. Almost all of them were," Jennifer continued, sitting down onto the foot of her massive mattress with a huff.

"I don't blame them," Sonya replied, extending her neck so her head was close above Jennifer, "Your body is desirable. You're probably the only woman in their life they can jack off to. I know that's what I'd be doing."

Jennifer abruptly turned with a face full of red; not blushing red, but pissed off red.

"Oh, fuck you," she replied, standing up to move away from Sonya and the bed.

"You'd have to beg me for that," Sonya said in a sing-song rhythm, chortling.

Jennfier crossed her arms as she stewed in her anger more, "This is serious. I know they're conspiring against me. Honestly, I wish I could have them all dead by tomorrow morning."

Sonya piqued at that, red optic widening with optimism.

"You know, if Ross is being so bothersome," she spoke up, her next words a suggestion, "I could eat him for you."

Jennifer turned to look at the beastie, opened her mouth to chide her, but closed it as she considered the idea, a smile crossing her lips, until a frown swiftly replaced it, and she shook her head.

"While I certainly wouldn't be against the idea," she told the Apex with sincere consideration, she rebuked the idea, "I can't just make an example out of him. At least not right now. I require his cooperation to gain access to his assets, and if I killed him now, it'd harm my reputation and standing with the other partners. And without them, we won't have a chance of finding Malvolio."

The very name of that... thing made Sonya's entire nervous system shudder, the dark thoughts resurfacing. She let them fester at the edge of her mind, before dispelling them back to the pits. She'll let them re-emerge once they found the creature; let him face the result of his violation towards her body.

Jennifer huffed out a sigh, which returned Sonya's attention back to her even as she went to make her leave, "I need to let off some steam."

Sonya tilted her head as she watched Jennifer pause just a step away from the door. The woman's blue eyes glanced back to the beastie, gaze following the Apex's elongated muscled arms, thick metal-plated tails, their twitching rattles near the piercing pincers and closed sharp jaw.

She bit her bottom lip, her hands slid down to her hips as she slowly strutted back over to Sonya.

"You know," Jennifer said as she reached the bed, "I just remembered how I never thanked you for stopping that assassin. And a good beast like you deserves a fitting reward for protecting her mistress so well."

Sonya cocked her head, red optic narrowing down at Jennifer. Sonya remembered the incident clearly; there had been a scorned bidder who lost because of Dicko's fateful mistake of convincing them to bet a lot of money against Malvolio. He managed to slip past Jennifer's guards and got too close for Sonya's liking.

Luckily, the Apex was on Jennifer's patrol guard, and she had spotted the glint of the knife before it had even left its sheath. Fittingly, she gave the man the same end she gave Dicko when saving her mistress; a biting introduction to her maw.

But that had been several weeks ago.

"Is that so?" Sonya inquired, wishing she had a brow to raise.

Jennifer only nodded, wetting her petite lips. She slid two fingers on both hands underneath her dress' loose straps, letting them fall limply down her arms to expose more skin. She reached behind her back, tugging the zip down behind her dress so she could loosen her front, exposing a small amount of cleavage to the Apex.

Sonya was surprised of her own self-control when her lens zoomed in on the skin, how calm and collected she managed to breathe. She restrained herself though; she had too much pride in herself to lay down and roll over like a dog.

No, she had a better idea.

"Oh, don't bullshit me with your "reasoning" darling, you just want me to fuck your brains out until you forget your own name and can't remember your troubles in the morning," Sonya retorts, her talons touching the ground as she leans over the bed, bringing her head closer to Jennifer's face.

There was no fear in her mistress' eyes, only a waiting expectation and a carnality that involuntarily made the Apex shake in excitement. Sonya continued, "If you think you can flatter me into getting between your legs, then I encourage you to resume because it is working."

Jennifer grinned in triumph as she proceeded to pull her zipper down further, but halted when Sonya added, "However, as I said before, it'll require you to beg."

Jennifer scoffed and shook her head, "I'm not doing that. You fuck me, or you don't. Your choice."

Despite her confidence, Sonya saw through her act and huffed out a disappointed steam of air as she started retracting backwards, "Oh well, I guess I won't-"

With her bluff blown, Jennifer's eyes widened as she reached forward for the Apex's face, pleading, "Wait! Fuck, fine, please fuck me. Please plow my pussy with your long, flexible and magnificent tongue until my mind goes blank. Make me scream your name each time you make me cum. I'll do anything you want, Sonya."

Sonya wished she could grin just as badly as she wished she could get wet right now.

She decided to put an end to her mistress' misery.

"Since you begged so desperately for it, I guess I have no choice but to fuck your brains out," Sonya concurred, and hummed, "But I'm curious... you'll do anything I want?"

Jennifer paused, narrowed her eyes in challenge, and responded, "Yes. I'll... try whatever you want, as long as I get fucked in the end. Sound like a fair exchange?"

Sonya nodded and tapped a talon on her chin in thought. There weren't much things her body could be used for during sex that wouldn't be detrimental to Jennifer's health, with exception to her tongue and the rattles under her curved blades that tipped her tails.

Although, she recalled the night she and Jennifer had met and began their cooperation, specifically to the moment where the Apex had Jennifer restrained with her tails, That has been something I've wanted to do again.

Gaining an idea, she replied, "You know, I've been wanting to try some bondage on you."

Jennifer's face scrunched in confusion until Sonya's tails disconnected from the walls and awaited by the Apex's sides. There were three in total, all tipped with dagger like pincers, and two rattles that resided near the curve of the blade, which she's been allowed to use like a vibrator before.

Jennifer once again bit her bottom lip while she thought of those around her body.

"I have no complaints," she tells the beastie, though frowns at the state of the bed, "Though I'm not getting naked until the bed's cleared of your mess."

Sonya knelt up so she could get a better look at the bed. Her optic immediately spotted the dust and chips of the ceiling that managed to fall down.

Without much patience, Sonya took the solution of using her tails to tip the bed to the side and shake off all the unwanted variables, before setting it back down normally.

"That better?" she asked.

Jennifer looked at the newest state of her large bed, which now lacked the pillows and blankets that were unceremoniously tossed off. Though seeing that the silk sheets remained on, all Jennifer responded with was a calm yet exasperated, "Sure."

Sonya positioned herself closer to the wall of the bed's frame, knelt down so she wouldn't cover most of the bed's space when her head laid down, while also keeping her tails free and ready.

Jennifer crawled onto the bed, swaying her body seductively while she made her way over to the Apex's head, which allowed the straps of her golden dress to loosen further down, just above her elbows. The front of her dress barely hung close to her chest, and Sonya swore she felt her brain overheat when her optic focused on the view of more of Jennifer's cleavage barely hidden by the loose clothes.

Jennifer got close enough to the Apex's face just to lean upwards until she sat at her bare heels, one hand going behind to zip her dress down the rest of the way, while the other kept the front of her dress from falling down. Sonya slightly tilted her head up so her optic could capture everything.

"I know how excited you've been for this," Jennifer purred as she gazed into the red hue of Sonya's optic, "I know you've been craving to see these again."

She pulled one strap down all the way, and then freed her arm of the other, before grabbing her the front of her dress and pulling the golden gown down, slightly jiggling free her petite perky tits. Sonya shook with a passionate eagerness at the visual image, just about all her mind could express through the body without pouncing onto Jennifer to forgo the bondage altogether.

She wanted to restrain herself, to prolong this just long enough to enjoy the experience and ensure she actually succeeds in listening to Jennifer's only demand.

"I know you've missed them," Jennifer swayed her chest, catching the Apex full attention. She grabbed hold of her breasts, massaging and giving her tits a pleasing yet playful squeeze as Sonya observed, winding herself up while putting on a show for her beastie. She gasped as she flicked her nipples, gently twisting them between her fingers as the tingling sensations caused her thighs to rub together.

She was enjoying herself now, and from how she looked at Sonya's quivering form, she knew the Apex enjoyed this show as well.

Jennifer stood up, dragging her hands over her breasts as she brought them across the skin of her body, the ticklish senses stirring a heat to coil within her. She performed a sensual dance in view of Sonya's optic, bringing her hands down to her hips where her dress hung closely, thumbs digging under the gown's hem, teasingly dragging it below her pelvis.

She spun around in her erotic sway, much to Sonya's surprise, but leaned down as she dragged the rest of her dress over her sexy ass, nothing worn underneath. She let the golden gown fall the rest of the way and glanced back at Sonya's now widened optic. With a pleased smirk, Jennifer gave herself a resounding smack against one of the cheeks.

Sonya's talons scraped against the marble floor. She clenched her jaw as she clutched hold over her fraying self-control, deciding that Jennifer's teasing needed to end here.

Thankfully, it was just about time Jennifer finished her little striptease for Sonya, and her blonde mistress knelt on her heels, dainty hands grabbing hold one of the alien protrusions coming out the Apex's head and underneath the narrow chin of her sharp jaw respectively, intentionally pressing her petite breasts against the optic as she leaned her head down to a small slit beside Sonya's frame to sultrily whisper in her audio receptors.

"What now, Sonnie?"

The lustful softness of her nickname snapped Sonya out of her patient observations, and she lifted her head up out of Jennifer's hold so her red optic could meet her mistress' blue eyes below.

"Now, I'll require you to turn around," Sonya instructed, her tails moving closer to the bed, "Make sure your arms are crossed behind you, and legs spread apart."

Jennifer turned around as instructed; not without doing a little show of shaking her ass temptingly as she settled into the position. Sonya was fueled with even more excitement of the opportunity of returning some teasing of her own.

Jennifer crossed her arms behind her, and Sonya immediately coiled her middle tail around the smaller woman's waist which then extended to her dainty hands, earning a surprise yelp from her mistress as her arms were secured tightly.

"Do you trust me?" Sonya let the question out softly at the shell of Jennifer's ear, her middle tail's blade carefully and gently stroking its cool steel-like tip down the human's back. The bladed pincer soon curved to brush one of mistress' lower cheeks, sensing her body clench at the sensual contact on instinct while the other tails began to coil under and around her thighs, "To release your doubts? To let go of all your inhibitions?"

With me, Sonya left unsaid. She shunned the thought... the very emotion infecting it, aside to the corners of her mind. No need to mix feelings with pleasure. Especially when she was nothing more than a thing to Jennifer...

As both tails snaked up from Jennifer's thighs to her upper body, the left pincer delicately scraped along her stomach while the right began to curl around her right breast with the blade leaving a ghost of a kiss to her jaw in passing.

Jennifer gasped out a light moan when her middle tail began to rub against her wet cunt, in a back and forth motion, ensuring the blade's sharpness did not touch the soft flesh. Soon the sleek metal was glistened with her slickness.

"Fuck, yes," Jennifer answered approvingly, rocking her wet cunt in unison of the tail. She bit her bottom lip to suppress another moan as the left and right tipped tails coiled around her tits, the appendages lightly playing with her breasts with deliberate twists and squeezes, the blades lightly kissing along the sensitive flesh.

Sonya focused on the priority of not piercing the skin with her tipped blades. She teased the flesh with an expertise akin to a surgeon, with her only intent of not cutting in and letting Jennifer bleed.

God forbid Jennifer cums early to the sight of her own blood because Sonya got sloppy. The Apex wanted to prolong this for her own sense of pleasure as well.

Soon her tails lifted up Jennifer, much to the smaller woman's surprise. Sonya raised her above the beastie's head, claws brought on to the bed in case the Apex had to catch her.

Slowly, she rotated Jennifer upside-down so her optic could get a better look at her reactions. To her delight, Jennifer squirmed in her grip, like last time. Unlike last time, the cause of her squirming came from the vibrating rattles that grazed closer to her swelling clit, the tipped blade positioned to poke above her trimmed blonde pubic hair.

Jennifer whined when the rattles on the left and right tails began to move, flicking her erect nipples between the vibrating pair on both coiled tails. She tried to arch her back into the vibrating sensations, as well as attempted to widen her legs so the rattles on the middle tail would have more space, but Sonya kept her restrained in position, brushing the rattles to her wet puffy pussy but never staying for long. She was completely at Sonya's mercy.

Much to the younger woman's growing frustration. A frustration that transitioned into a filthy, primal need.

Sonya was enticed by the desperate whines that escaped Jennifer's mouth, her red optic hungrily filling it's view of her elevated bare body; held up by her, restrained by her, receiving and being denied pleasure from her.

She focused on the blonde's gaping pouts, faint blush forming across her face, her blonde hair flowing downwards. Sonya's tongue flicked within her closed maw at the sight of sweat beginning to break from her mistress' body, who uselessly rutted her hips in the air to reach the teasing rattles, how pronounced her small breasts were from their bound state and the slick juices surrounding her pussy.

Sonya's entire system felt a fluctuation of pleasure within herself from the visual stimuli. It wouldn't be enough to ever reach a satisfying conclusion, though it was fun, nonetheless. When her audio receptors picked up pleading mewls coming from Jennifer, Sonya knew it was nearly time to settle her part of this exchange.

"What was that?" Sonya playfully inquired, listening to the words being interrupted by soft gasps whenever her rattles vibrated too close to her sensitive cunt and swollen clit, "I can't hear what you’re trying to say over such lewd sounds darling. Could you perhaps speak up?”

Through shaky breaths, Jennifer swallowed her murmured pleas and choked out a strained, "Sonya... I don't know how much longer I can do this. I want to cum. Please, it's unbearable, let me cum already. Stop teasing and fuck me!"

Sonya ate up her begging cries; she could see a glimpse of forming tears at her eyes. She briefly wondered if she should just wait long enough for her mistress to start crying, so she could bring out her tongue and lap up the falling tears. She hadn't kissed the woman's face with her tongue in a while, it could be a nice change of pace to show she cared-

As quickly as that idea came, Sonya dismissed the thought with a visceral fear? rejection. If she did that, then she wouldn't stop at the tasteful tears; she'd continue stroking her tongue along Jennifer's sweaty and salty unmarked flesh, until she got down to between her thighs and fed on the fluids there.

She could make Jennifer cry from pleasure then, sure; but she didn't want to use her tongue to have the woman undone, she wanted her mistress gushing from her very touch.

Sonya refocused on Jennifer once more, her helpless form cursing underneath her breath as her breasts were continuously played with while her pussy received nothing but teasing touches that edged her on but denied her true release.

Sonya hummed, feigning pondering in thought, as she took a sweet moment to bask in the wanton whimpers that were caused by her.

"How badly do you want this?" Sonya asked her, bringing her red optic to Jennifer's pleading blue eyes, "How desperate are you to want to be undone by a terrible beast like me? Say it..."

Those two husky, imploring, eager words made Jennifer shiver, feeling hotter. Through the haze, she rasped out with a sense of urgent need she's never spoken in before, "I can think of no one else who can satisfy me like you..."

Though caught off-guard, Sonya was not unsatisfied with the answer. She absorbed those words into the very core of her mind, sparking a renewed sense of determination.

"Well then," the beastie said, Jennifer's words lingering on the precipices of her audio receptors, feeling her "heart" pump faster, "I think you've endured enough teasing. You deserve this for being such a good, patient girl."

Jennifer shrieked in surprise when the vibrating rattles were buried against her slick folds and sensitive clit. However, when the initial shock wore off, it was replaced with an alluring moan, followed by a symphony of gasps, the short bursts of pleased shouts, and the sweet curses that she managed through her panting. She closed her eyes and started to arch her back again, and this time Sonya adjusted her tails grip to accommodate Jennifer's position.

It wouldn't be long until she was finished. Though Sonya decided to speed up the process by taking advantage of one of Jennifer's weaknesses; her voice.

"You should see yourself," Sonya husked out, her voice thick with lust, "How fucking enrapturing you are right now. Above here, bound by me, fucked by me, you look like a goddess. Oh, your little noises make it so tempting to ravish your flesh and pussy so I can make you scream louder."

Jennifer failed to suppress the whiny, pathetic whimper with a tender lip bite, and Sonya snickered at the reaction.

"Oh, but it's true," Sonya responded, the quills along her back standing up, elated by such noises as she continued, "Though I never realized how restraining you like this could bring out even more beautiful noises from you. I could just have you like this whenever you're being so bratty. Rip that dress off. Bind your limbs. Tease your wet cunt, edging it as you rut like a bitch in heat chasing after that final release. But it'll never come. More accurately, you'll never cum."

The image of Jennifer on her knees in this bedroom, writhing in the restraints of Sonya's tail, desperately begging her to end the torment, brought a familiar sense of sadism into her system. However, she did feel an odd sensation of heat rise in her body.

She returned back to the assignment at hand, the heat radiating at the back of her mind as she hummed and said, "Oh can you envision it, Jennifer? How much of a writhing, filthy mess you'd be? You'd be left unsatisfied, without release. Not unless you crawled onto your knees and begged so pitifully. Maybe alone. Maybe not. But tell me, if you were to do that, should I give in and fuck you like I do now?"

A resounding and gasping "YES" was Jennifer's response as her hips jutted at the rattles faster. So close now...

"Such an enthusiastic answer. You must be so close now," Sonya noted, not noticing her own jaw gaping open as her red optic recorded Jennifer's unravelling, "You've taken me so well this far. Letting me taste you, ruin you. So strong and resilient. With the most perfect body just for me. You do these filthy activities so impressively, as a naughty girl like you should. Oh, I love the way your flesh bruises and reddens and scars from me. I love the taste of your tears, of your sweat and of your juices. And I love how loud I make you scream and cry and moan. Especially when the only word coming out of your mouth is my name. Makes me fantasize doing it all in front of everyone. What say you? Perhaps on a live hologram broadcast during a Beastie tournament? In the storage unit for all the passing guards and personnel to listen to? Or maybe in a meeting with those morons who dare to ogle you-?"

Sonya was interrupted by an abrupt and approving moan, which slipped into a pleased humming smile from Jennifer.

"Oh? You like that idea? Is that what you want?" Sonya inquired with an endeared curiosity, surprised by the quick nod that followed, "Does it turn you on? At the thought of me fucking you in front of those leering senile men? My, my. What a dirty little slut you are, wanting to be humiliated by me so desperately that you would want those old fucks to see how good I make you feel. Or perhaps it because you want to show them that you're mine. For me, and me alone. No one else. Maybe in one of your next meetings, I'll accompany you. And whenever you go to speak, I'll be behind you, my long, flexible and magnificent tongue lapping at the nape of your neck, nibbling at the flesh with teasing little bites, my claws digging at your glimmering dress. One tail snaking under your skirt. Maybe I'll leave small cuts in passing, letting that lovely crimson run down those fine legs of yours. But once that tail reaches its destination, I'll let the vibrations tease your wet cunt until your legs begin to wobble."

"I'll tear open the front of your dress, let those ravishing tits of yours breathe within a room where they've been dreamed about for so long, except the only one having any fun with them there will be me," Sonya had a tail squeeze promisingly around one of Jennifer's tits as emphasis, "I'll have another tail play with one while my tongue lavishes the other. Don't worry, I'll have my last tail free to ensure none of them stop us, and no one leaves, bound by their pathetic fear. I'll rip your dress off, exposing your body to them all, let them see how dripping fucking wet you are for me, and I'll pick you up, bring you to the table, splayed out like a feast ready to be dined. But only for one though."

She pressed her closed jaw to whisper, "None of them will touch you. We'll show them how well you take me. How beautiful you sing my name. How much you enjoy being fucked dirty by me, and how good of a naughty girl you are to me. Show them you find more pleasure whoring yourself to a beastie than being touched by any of their limp dicks. Reveal your deadliness to them, unleash your claws and mark my metal with your scratches as I leave my own marks along your beautiful body. I bet their hearts would give out at the sight. I don't think their weak pride could take it. The fact you'd cum to a- disgu- terrible monst- beast like me, wouldn't you agree, my sexy- gorgeous- beautif- fucking - goddes- belov- m-!"

Everything was so unbearably hot. Her mind seemed to be on some kind of fritz, just like her voice box. Diagnostics on the system returned with nothing of issue, nor of any errors.

And yet Sonya felt so unbelievably strained from the task at hand. As if exhaustion of all things was overcoming her body as she continued to bring Jennifer closer to her release.

And her voice box. She didn't understand what was wrong with it. It bugged out, replacing words she wanted to say with those she'd never in her life say to Jennifer. But most importantly...

Was that my voice? Not her current voice, the one she was forced to adopt, but the one that Malvolio stole from her.

It didn't matter much, focusing on it was too much of a strain while she was fucking Jennifer at the same time. She refocused her efforts in bringing her mistress over the edge.

Luckily, she didn't have to wait long.

Her words, in combination to the unrelenting rattles fucking her pussy and fondling her breasts, had culminated in Jennifer arching her back more while screaming out Sonya's name, accompanied by the gushing squirts onto the Apex's tail.

Witnessing the result, Sonya swiftly stopped the rattles and brought Jennifer down to the bed safely. She managed to lay the woman down onto her front before her usually durable limbs failed her. She caught herself from laying on top of Jennifer, and carefully positioned herself to lay down by Jennifer's left.

Both beastie and mistress heaved for air, the activity exhausting for both parties involved, much to Sonya's bafflement.

They laid beside each other, just for the moment, to catch their breath.

Jennifer opened her blue eyes to just gaze at the Apex, eyes taking in Sonya's strangely exhausted form. She brushed a strand of her now messy and sweaty blonde hair aside, let out a little laugh, and said, "That was... amazing."

Sonya grunted in agreement, unable to currently verbalize. She did use enough strength to bring the tipped middle tail to her view, the rattles and the curved blade under it glimmering in Jennifer's juices, not dissimilar to the woman's dress.

She opened her jaw to bring her tongue out, cleaning up the slick fluids. She rumbled approvingly at the sweetly sour taste.

Her audio receptors picked up on the soft sound of a slick pussy being gently stroked. Sonya looked over to see Jennifer still staring at her but with a newfound hunger. Sonya noticed that her ass was slightly bent up, with one of her hands massaging her cunt.

"You look so hot when you do that," she husked out, and Sonya felt her exhaustion dissipate when Jennifer asked, "Do you want to put that tongue to better use?"

Sonya tilted her head, her lens focusing on Jennifer's face, "Round two? Now?"

"Don't you remember what we agreed on? "Until my mind goes blank", "until I forget my own name" and "can't remember my troubles in the morning"," Jennifer recalled, and in that sultry mocking tone of hers, "Or are you tapping out after round one?"

A new edge burned within Sonya, and she leaned up, looking down at Jennifer's nude body, asking, "Is that a challenge?"

Jennifer though playfully shrugged, spreading her legs wider as she continued stroking herself with hushed breathy moans.

Sonya took the opportunity to place her right hand over on the other side of Jennifer, until she was above the woman. She retracted until she was staring at both her mistress' sexy ass and her glistened pussy.

Blue eyes glanced to Sonya's observing form, and removed her slick-covered hand, caressing it on one of her ass cheeks before giving it a smack to entice the beastie, as she returned her hand to under her chin.

Sonya let out an amused chuckle as she took out her tongue. However, she pressed it from her mistress' tail bone all the way up her spine, the heat and wetness of the elongated and rough bio-mechanical muscle causing Jennifer to gasp and shiver from its texture.

Sonya lowered herself so she was right on top of her mistress, her gaping jaw releasing a soft exhale of hot steam brush at the woman's ear.

"You're not going to make it to any meetings tomorrow," Sonya informed her mistress.

Jennifer only smirked at her words, not returning a reply as she got comfortable. The beastie retracted back to where her mistress needed her the most.

Though unnecessary, Sonya couldn't help but lick around her mouth as she prepared to satiate her hunger, as well as Jennifer's.

[A/n] And from there on, Jennifer decided bondage was an excellent excuse to get out of a meeting she didn't want to attend the next day.

I wanna say that I may have gone a bit overboard, but overboard is just in-character for them (at least in my series).

[melodygatesauthor]

Hey Everyone!

I've been working on getting ready for a personal challenge in February. I am aware it is only January 9th, but if you know anything about writing, you know it's a process, so getting started on some fics for February needs to start like...now lol.

I'm happily married to each one of the men above, and so I'm going to spend the entire month giving them each some of the love and attention they deserve, so I'll be using the prompts for each blorbo above for the entire month.

The challenge is to write a one-shot (no more than 3k words, no less than 1k) for each day in February with either a spicy smut prompt, or a fluffy and soft prompt. I'm also doing this because, while I've been posting fics since September on AO3, I'm only just starting to get established on Tumblr and I needed to give myself some ideas!

💘= Fluff

🌶️= Smut

I'm sharing this now in case anyone sees one that they'd like me to tag them in. I'm keeping a list. Just let me know the day or the guy you want me to keep you tagged in so you can be notified when the story goes live.

If you'd like to use this with your own blorbos, please feel free! There aren't any real ground-breaking prompts, just some usual tropes and ideas with my favorite dudes but tagging me if you use it would still be very much appreciated.

I also owe a thanks to an anonymous ask that threw some of these prompts at me!

I'm really excited to do this. I'm not the type to abandon an idea or a fic so I'm confident I can do this. I'm very excited for you guys to see what I come up with!

<3 Melody

Edited because I realized I made the "Santiago Garcia" forbidden love FLUFF and gworl, you know I can't be having that. Shits gotta be spicy. I'm excited for February to start. Already got two of these finished :)

[bunnysdaydreams]

Apex Legends find out Reader’s been cheated on

This one shot is gender neutral so everyone can enjoy

Mirage (Elliott Witt)

When Mirage sees you down in the dumps sitting in a booth all by yourself he goes over to you

He’s going to be worried because he knows you are always happy go lucky…even when you aren’t

When you tell him that you’ve been cheated on he doesn’t know what to do right away

He’s upset because your sad, but also angry because who hurt you

One part of him wants to find this guys’ house and egg it

And the other part wants him to stay and comfort you

So he does what he thinks is best

He makes you one mean drink and sits with you so you can vent to him

When you are decently drunk he asks you about where this douche bag lives…for later purposes

You tell him and then beg him not to do anything

Everyone knows that Mirage may be a funny and nice guy, but he wasn’t a legend for nothing

“Don’t worry kiddo, Mirage is here to save the day. Also I don’t want you to get sick so you’re only having that drink, ok?”

Crypto (Taejoon Park)

Crypto and you have this little habit, you go somewhere and he miraculously finds you

Well when he finds you today, he is a little shocked on why your eyes a blood shot red

When you tell him about your cheating lover that’s when his mood changes

Just because he’s under an alias doesn’t mean he isn’t an older brother

He immediately finds this person and threatens them, they won’t know who he is

Once he’s done he checks on you to make sure you’re not crying your heart out on someone like that

Once you’re calm he suggests watching some movies…that he totally pirated

Most are Studio Gibli movies, he definitely puts on Ponyo

For you

Totally not him

“I wouldn’t worry about that person any more. Off the grid is the only secure way to go”

Octane (Octavio Silva)

He doesn’t even need to know, to know what happened

Unlike Mirage, Octane lives for dares and stunts

He doesn’t need to be told twice to go and egg this annoyances house

Even better he live streams it to show everyone that this person could not be trusted

He also vandalizes their car and slashed the tires

Anyone who hurts you will have a problem with him

He might also take some selfies here and there to cheer you up

And even though you shouldn’t be happy, you couldn’t help but laugh

Afterwards he’ll run back to your place and have some drinks and snacks for the both of you

And maybe he snagged some good edibles cause he knows you

“Cheer up Amigó! I got the need for speed!”

[featherlight-touches]

No where to run.

Octane / Lifeline

a/n: Part two to Hold Still, very long overdue (totally didn't forget...) I hope you enjoy!

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The sound of metallic feet hitting the floor echoed down the corridor as Octane sprinted in a frenzied panic. He didn’t dare to look behind him at the impending doom that chased after him and even resorted to using another stim to give him that extra boost.

He didn’t care who he rushed past, not even bothering to check if he knocked anyone over, only shouting back a quick “Lo siento!” and was already gone down the corridor before the conversation could continue.  

He didn’t know where to go, his room would be too obvious to hide in. That’s when an idea hit him; why not go to their room instead? Why would she look there? That would surely be the last place he would go to hide. It was genius!

Thankfully the recently injected stim got him towards said room fast enough and he was able to open the door and close it behind him. With a long exhale, he slumped back against the door and fell to the ground, he then reached up and removed his usual helmet and tousled his hair to fluff it out.

“That was a close one,” he chuckled to himself, lifting his goggles so only his mask remained. “She nearly got me that time.”

Without any warning, the door which he had been leaning against suddenly opened and his body tumbled backwards to the ground. With a gulp he looked up into the eyes that he was desperate to escape from.

“Uh oh…”

“Uh oh is right, Silva.” Ajay stood over him, a stern expression upon her face. “Bet yuh thought yuh were pretty smart running to my room, huh?”

“A little…”

“Sorry to rain on your parade, but yuh not getting away that easy,” she said, taking one step closer to the already down legend. The movement caused him to immediately scramble away from her.

“WhoaWhoa, hold on! Listen, I know you’re upset!” he said, arms held up defensively close to his torso. “I didn’t mean it, prometo!”

“Yuh said my drawin’s sucked.”

“No, I didn’t! I said you suck…” he paused. “Uh, that doesn’t help me, does it?”

Ajay hummed with a shake of her head.

“But you were tickling me, chica! Come on, it’s not like I didn’t have a reason,” he said, putting his hands together to plead with her. “You forgive me, right?”

At this, Ajay’s expression softened, and she gave a sigh, which gave a comforting sense of security to the daredevil, his defences lowered as their eyes locked in understanding. This moment was very short lived, however, as her fingers immediately reached out and grabbed onto his hips, pulling him close to her frame.

“Not yet, I don’t,” she grinned as she trapped him against her and used her nails to dance up and down his sides. The pen she used to draw on him tickled enough, but her nails sent him into immediate squeals and hysterics. “Maybe if I get enough pleas out of yuh, I might change my mind.”

“HAHAHA CHE! STAHAHAP!” Octavio cried out, his body squirming left to right desperately trying to escape her hold on him, but despite her smaller frame, she was quite strong. “POHOHOR FAVOHOHOR!”

“After all my hard work makin’ these body drawings look nice for yuh, and yuh go and insult me like this. Yuh hurt me, Silva.” She brought up fingers around from his sides to his abs and tummy, scribbling her nails all around. His laughter went up in pitch and his squirms became a lot more violent, this was definitely a weak spot of his, despite it always being on display.

“NOHOHOT THEHERE!” he squealed again once her nails started tracing around his belly button. His hands immediately grabbed onto hers to stop this torture. The laughter had weakened his strength a little, which was proven when she easily managed to escape his grasp.

There began a little mini war of flailing hands and arms, Octavio letting out nervous laughter whenever she was close to landing some tickles on him. “Chihihihca, come on! Deja de hacerme cosquillas!”

“I dunno, I can’t tell if yuh really are sorry,” she said, planning her next area to attack. “Besides, I haven’t heard yuh laugh like this in years.” Her fingers shot towards his underarms, a particularly sensitive spot if she remembered correctly and the loud eruption of laughter hoaxed from him confirmed that.

His arms crashed down to his sides to trap her hands almost instantly, his body thrashing wildly in her lap. There was still enough space for her nails to gently scritch at the soft, sensitive skin in his underarms which drove him nuts. His laughter went from loud and powerful to silent and hicuppy.

Ajay took this as her cue to finally stop and give him a break, letting a few chuckles escape herself. “I will never get tired of hearin’ how wild your laugh is when you get goin’, Silva.”

Octavio simply sprawled out across her lap in an exhausted heap, barely able to reply to her through his heavy breathing. “You’re … so mean!”

He flinched hard when she made a quick threatening motion with her fingers that she was about to strike, but it was harmless, and she only laughed at him in which he groaned lazily in response. Ajay decided to assist him in calming down by gently running her fingers through his locks.

“Yuh know, we’re probably goin’ to go through this every time yuh want body art for a game, right?” She said, smiling softly down at the small furrow of his brows.

“Yeah? Well, you’d better be prepared for some payback, chica!”

[marsbar17]

Fuse definitely knew that Mirage was bicurious once he saw him. You can't tell me Fuse isn't the type of guy to flirt with his male friends just to watch them panic like- (nsfw) (yes my first post on this blog is a rare pair nsfw post-)

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• Fuse making comments on Mirage's appearance that he works so hard for, and Mirage is so soft for it.

• "You shaved, eh? You sexy bugger, do it like that more often and I won't be able to resist ya."

• "Your hair looks different today, Elliot."

"Ran out of hair gel, I'm just going to get more right now."

"Come drink with me instead, yeah? I wanna see you like this just a little longer.~"

• Touches that last just long enough, it starts to make Mirage question the others' intentions.

• Taps on Mirage's shoulders to signal directions, but Fuse doesn't take his hand away after. He just rests there, a silent reminder that Fuse is so fucking close behind him.

• An arm around Mirage's waist when they're out together. He shivers as Fuse's thumb gently rubs along his hip bone, and Fuse whispers in his ear about smth related to how bad the drinks are in this joint.

• And Mirage is absolutely ruined by all of it. He's nervous and shaky, and his face hasn't stopped flushing. He wants it so bad.

• Mirage starts getting more and more sexually frustrated from Fuse's advances, flashes of mustaches and metal arms in his mind while he's relieving himself.

• Obviously Fuse notices, and he's so fucking smug about it.

• "What's got you all pissy, mate? Almost got yerself killed this match."

"Just... frustrated."

"Ahhh, I see. Ole' Fusey understands. Who's the lucky fella that's got you all blue-balled?"

• It takes everything in Mirage to restrain himself from just saying, "You."

• Fuse just keeps on teasing though, taking it alllllll the way.

• "Well if this mystery person ain't fixin' your problem anytime soon, I can offer a hand with relieving your stress."

• Mirage is so taken aback, and then he realizes this was Fuse's plan all along.

• Mirage finally gets what he's been wanting, and as Fuse's hand wraps around his length all his pent up feelings come tumbling out of his mouth in one big undecipherable mess.

• "You- I hate y- you~ Making me so- hah~ Fuck... please~ Mm your stupid face~ Stupid h- hands... Fuck 'm close- Walter~"

• And this whole time, all the other legends are like "god dammit just bone already"

[liahswriting]

Lesson of the Day

Relationship(s): Bloodhound/Original Female Character

Words: 2,463

Warnings: None

Summary: She wants to learn Icelandic and surprise him. He helps her.

She felt really stupid as she repeated aloud the same three phrases over and over again, trying to get the pronunciation correct. Or at least somewhat passable. She was a native English speaker, damn it!....... Her parents spoke English, her grandparents spoke English...... Her great-grandparents spoke both English and Russian but that's not exactly helpful at all in this situation. Or any situation considering her great-grandparents died when she was barely past the newborn age and she never learned.

Icelandic was a difficult language for her to learn. The foreign letters and tongue-twisting sounds they made seemed impossible to get right. But she wanted to try so she could surprise Bloodhound. She's expressed interest in learning before, but he didn't take her seriously and told her not to worry about it -English came easy to him after all these years, and conversation between them never had much of a barrier. Sure, every now and again he couldn't find the right word to use in a rare sentence he never said on a day-to-day basis. And, sure, sometimes he gets idioms wrong. But for the most part everything was fine.

It's been a month just going over basic conversation pieces: Hello. How are you. What's your name. My name is. She also learned a few food-related words and phrases, as well as a couple terms of endearment to use with friends, family, and loved ones. To be honest, that last part was purely because she loved the terms he used for her, and she wanted to find one to use for him.

All of this was meant to be a surprise, meaning she wanted to be far enough along within the lesson before she attempted conversation. But she got the feeling he was catching on to her. He almost caught her once as she was practicing. She didn't expect him to come home so soon and she was mid-phrase when he walked through the door. She scrambled to mute her phone audio so he couldn't hear the automated voice repeating the phrase over and over again.

And then he began to question what it was about her phone that had her so invested. He'd look over her shoulder, thinking she couldn't see him doing it, and she'd have to hide it. When she started sneaking off to practice in peace, he started throwing a multitude of questions at her: Where did you go? Why do you keep disappearing?

At this point, it was either put up or shut up. She didn't know how long she had before he figured it out, so she decided to cram as much into her brain as she could and then give it a go. She'll start off easy, she figured. When he comes home, she'll ask him how his day was. And then she'll inform him that she will be cooking pork for sandwiches for dinner tonight. Because that was the only thing she could pronounce in the lesson that wasn't an English-borrowed word. And then afterwards she will tell him she loves him. Easy peasy.

Yet, when he walked through the door, her heart started hammering and her mind just went completely blank. Part of her feared he'd laugh at her childish dialect. For some reason, non-English speakers are allowed to have an accent when speaking English, but it was not okay for a native-English speaker to have an accent when speaking another language. They were considered lazy learners who came off as offensive. Fucking hell, Octavio poked fun at her when she jokingly repeated a string of Spanish she remembered from her early school years. Called her a gringa in between his laughter, although he assured her it was said with love and not malice or offense. Even still, it felt like he was laughing at her and not her elementary-level Spanish.

"How was your day?" she panicked and asked him in English. She mentally kicked herself.

"Interesting. Elliott seems to become increasingly annoying every day." he replied as he kicked off his shoes and unclasped his mask and head gear. "How was your day?"

This was a good place for her to answer in Icelandic. She wanted to say her day was good. She knew the word for good: góður. The problem was trying to remember where to put it in the sentence. The syntax in Icelandic wasn't exactly the same as it was in English, and she had a hard time remembering which words got flipped around. When she hesitated to answer him because she was thinking, he repeated his question, making her hands shake as she prepped the kitchen space.

"Dagurinn minn var góður."

As if she was embarrassed, she looked down. Her gaze fell to her shaking hands, watching them open the package of pork and rub in some seasonings. She hoped her actions seemed natural and he didn't catch on to the fact that she was on the verge of tears. When Bloodhound approached her, she mentally prepared herself for his laughter. She didn't expect him to gently wrap his arms around her waist and place a tender kiss on her cheek.

"You have been learning something new."

"Well, trying is more like it." she said and then sucked in a breath.

"I told you not to worry."

"I know you did. I just thought you'd be happy to not have to accommodate me all the time." she confessed to him. He turned her and forced her attention on him. He looked at her like he couldn't believe what she was saying. Like she said something completely stupid.

"I have no trouble accommodating you. I learned English as a young child. I can understand you, and you can understand me."

"But wouldn't you be happier being able to speak your own language once in awhile?"

"I speak Icelandic when I go home. I do not need anything more."

"I still want to learn. I want to be able to have a conversation with you in the morning, where you're still tired and have trouble switching your brain into English mode. Or when you do that thing when you're really upset, and you flip flop between English and Icelandic because you can't find the right words to describe how much Elliott irritates you." she began giggling as she spoke. It was true that Bloodhound often used Icelandic insults in the middle of an English sentence because someone just had to say something so incredibly stupid that his mind just couldn't process it. But, mostly, she just wanted to be a good girlfriend.

"Alright." he said. "If you wish to learn, I will help you. Starting now, I will only speak Icelandic so you can learn every day conversation."

"Wait wait wait." she held her hands up and her eyes widened with panic. "I'm still a beginner here! You're gonna go easy on me, right?"

"The best way to learn a new language is to use it every day. It is how I learned English while living with my uncle."

"Well, yeah, but you also knew a little bit of English from your parents before they died. You had that foundation built for you. I'm starting from scratch." she reminded him. "Plus-" she butted back in before he could say anything. "-it's been proven that children are better adept at learning new languages than adults are. You learned English as a child. I am learning Icelandic as an adult. Very different."

"I only knew very little. My parents died when I was very young. I hardly remember them. But once you understand one word, you can understand a sentence. What I did not understand, I eventually learned. Adults learn new languages all the time."

"Alright. Fine. But go easy on me. Talk to me like I'm four years old. I only learned some greetings and a little bit of food. I didn't get any further than that." she begged of him. He nodded at her, and that should've been a comfort. But then he began speaking strictly in Icelandic, and the panic set in again.

"Hvað ertu að elda?" the Icelandic flowed easily from his lips. Her brain went blank. She had no clue what to do. Those words didn't sound familiar. She looked into his eyes, believing she could read his mind if she stared hard enough. But she couldn't. And he asked her again. "Hvað ertu að elda?" This time he pointed to the meat on the counter.

Her eyes followed his finger, and she pointed to the meat to confirm that's what he was talking about. He nodded, awaiting her answer. Hvað meant what. Right? Yeah, she remembered learning that as one of her first words in the lesson. Okay, he's asking what something is.

"Uh.... svínakjöt?" she answered unsure of herself. Adding a shrug of her shoulders for emphasis. "Samlokur. Svínakjöt samlokur."

"Svínasamlokur." he interrupted.

"What?"

"Svínasamlokur." he repeated.

"Pork sandwiches?"

"Já. Svínasamlokur." 

Okay. She knew what já meant. Pretty much every Slavic and Germanic language said yes the same way. She mispronounced pork sandwiches. Only slightly. She learned the word for pork, and then she learned the word for sandwich. She just assumed you smush the two together to make pork sandwich. Guess not.

"Listen, I only chose to make pork because it was the only thing I could actually pronounce." she confessed. He laughed.

"Þú munt læra."

"I have absolutely no idea what you just said. But, anyway, I am making pork sandwiches -svínasamlokur- and salad -salat. So, if you don't like pork sandwiches, too bad." He laughed again.

"Ég mun fara í sturtu. Þú eldar." he said. He kissed her cheek again and unwound his arms from her frame. She scrunched her eyes at him.

"What?"

Instead of offering a verbal response, he took her wrist and had her follow him into the bathroom. He pointed at the shower.

"Sturta."

"Shower."

"Já. Ég mun fara í sturtu."

"You're gonna shower."

"Já."

"Got it. Sturta means shower." she gave a seasoning-covered thumbs up like an idiot. "You shower, I'll finish cooking dinner."

He gave her a soft kiss before letting her go. She left the bathroom to give him the space to shower, and went back to the kitchen where the pork was ready to be tossed on the skillet.

"Sturta means shower." she reminded herself. "Shower, sturta. Pork sandwhich, svínasamlokur."

The pork sizzled in the oiled skillet. She topped it with a lid to keep the moisture in and then went to prepare the sauce to go on it. She was thinking spicy barbeque. The salad wouldn't take long, so she then chopped up all the ingredients and put it in a large bowl to get it done and over with. With that set aside, she put her focus back on the pork. She braised it with a little bit of butter and some of the barbeque sauce when it was about halfway cooked. Then let it marinate in the juices the rest of the way.

Bloodhound was done showering just before the pork was done cooking. She told him to have a seat, that dinner would be ready shortly.

"Kvöldmaturinn lyktar ljúffengur." he said as he sat down.

"Hm?"

"Kvöldmaturinn lyktar ljúffengur." he repeated.

"Kvöldmaturinn means..... dinner? Something about the dinner?" At his nod, she tried to guess what he was trying to say. "You're.... hungry?" He shook his head. "How long until dinner's ready?" Again he shook his head. "I have no fucking idea."

He did a dramatic inhale through his nose and smiled.

"Dinner smells...... hopefully good." she tried to joke. "If it doesn't smell good, keep it to yourself."

"Já. Góður." he laughed at her.

"Alright. Sturta is shower, svínasamlokur is pork sandwich, kvöldmaturinn is dinner, and lyktar ljúffengur means it smells good. And how much you wanna bet I'm gonna forget all of this tomorrow."

"Ég mun minna þig á."

"Once again, I have no idea what you said. You're going easy on me, right? Not using any big words? Or conjugating a bunch of stuff that I have to learn?"

"Ehhhhh." he lazily shrugged, trying to indicate with his hands that he was playing loose with the rules. She didn't really have the strength within her to fight about it.

"Whatever." She waved him off. "Dinner's pretty much done. So grab a plate. And don't ask me to say it in Icelandic. I didn't learn tableware yet."

Bloodhound stood and grabbed a plate from the cabinet and presented it to her.

"Diskur." he simply said.

"Plate."

"Diskur."

"Diskur, plate. Got it."

She handed him the bread bag and then proceeded to take some forks and shred the pork for him to build his sandwich. A drizzle of the spicy barbeque sauce here, some extra salt to taste there, and dinner was complete. She moved out of the way so he could get his food. When he was done, she plated some for herself.

Dinner for the two of them was usually filled with lots of conversation. But, unfortunately, her lack of Icelandic knowledge has squashed that ritual. Single word phrases and small sentences were the only things he uttered. And she tried her best to guess what it was he was saying. Lots of gestures. Oh my god, so many gestures. They might as well be playing charades instead of having a language lesson.

After dinner, it was her turn to take a shower. Which she happily remembered to translate. Mostly. She got 'I' and 'Shower'. She forgot if the proper phrasing was to go shower, to take a shower, or to have a shower. So it simply came out as 'Ég sturta'. Hey, it was a start. He knew what she meant.

Later that night, like they always do, they settled into bed and put on a random show to occupy the space. It took a long time to convince Bloodhound to get a tv. He eventually caved, and now they enjoy watching tv together. He would never admit it, but she managed to get him hooked on one of her favorite shows. Once the yawning started, they shut the device off and cuddled up under the covers.

"Ég elska þig." he murmured into her hair and then gave her forehead a kiss. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what he said. He tells her all the time. Both in English and Icelandic.

"Ég elska þig." she repeated the sentiment.

And then they fell asleep.

[emiliciouspanda]

Some of my fav video game characters

I’ll color it and clean it up later

[wykart]

Man I’m slightly regretting playing burning shores on ultra hard damnnn

[danddymaro]

Admirer | Revenant x reader

This is based on this post I saw a long time ago about what rings the legends would gift their darling. 

I can’t remember where I saw it and I'm upset because I want to share the inspooooo. All I remember seeing the ring and being like, yee.

cutesy drama 

Also I'd love having Seer as a friend. He’s so pretty and artsy!

Word count: 2080

Admirer

The pad of your thumb lightly stroked the tip of your ring finger, all as your eyes looked down at the red gem that glowed so beautifully under the lighting it was graced with, it was mesmerizing.

You'd inspected it thoroughly, twirling the accessory left and right so many times in awe that you knew its every perfect angle, and not once did you think of just taking it off. 

- No.

 Since you put it on, it's been like a part of you, something dear, and it was something your friend took notice of.  

" A rather interesting piece," Seer said with a halfhearted smile as his right hand's palm was presented to you as a motion to encourage you to present your accessorized one.

With a little bemused shake of your head, you placed your hand over his where he graciously took hold of it, capturing your digits between the pads of his long fingers and pressing thumb. 

"How lovely, " he mused while eyeing the gem that sat beneath your knuckle, his gaze lasting for a few seconds before slowly traveling up your arm. 

Soon after, the mystical blues were trained on your face and the rather flustered expression you wore and tried to mask.

It's like you held in a secret, one you wanted to tell, yet held back from, and it had him softly chuckling, finding it endearing.

For him, it was hard not to smile.

"It's special to you," he then said knowingly as his hold on you loosened, your hand slipping from his lax grasp before it lazily fell to your side. 

"Yeah," you admitted with a bashful smile, trying to not to grin any harder. 

Someone liked you, really liked you based on how lovely the ring was. 

You couldn't imagine it was thoughtlessly bought, because you could only figure that it was specially made for you and no one else in mind as its wearer.

You adored its peculiar craft, the little skulls that sat on either side of the heart-shaped ruby something you appreciated just as much as the elegant black spins that adorned the band and were accented by little diamonds.

So many little gems were fit into a single piece and you had trouble believing it was anything cheap.

'These are real,' you admired, your eyes sparkling.

'And it's all so beautiful,' you added. You had such an attachment to eve, even whilst being someone who ever went out of your way to own such expensive jewelry. 

You tried to think of who it could be, who your admirer could be. 

 Who knew you that well?

- enough to know that, that wonderful splash of red on your finger was to your taste far more than any other gemstone.

'I love it,' you thought as that vibrant red had you thinking of a certain someone.

Your expression notably softens, and your ever-so-observant friend is quick to make a remark,

"You have someone in mind," he notes, but you just laughed it off, trying hard not to put your hopes up, or entertain the thought any further.

"Of course not," you chuckled, waving Seer off.

 "But..." you then breathed, "it's the oddest thing," you start while looking down at your gift.

 "I came back to my room and just found it there on my nightstand," you revealed.

 "-There was this flower there too, "You added as you finally broke your concentration on the beautiful details to look at your friend. 

"It was just as red as the stone, " you add with a small smile. 

"And whoever had put it there had left all of the thorns in tact, " you told Seer while shaking your head, your voice full of wonder. 

"What kind of strange person does that?" you said with a huff before you looked up at the ceiling, a musing hum escaping you soon after.

 "-someone who knows you like them that way," he interjects, remembering how much you toyed around with the sharp edges, delicately petting them every so often with a charming affection.

As convenient as they were , you detested dethroned flowers.

At his words your hands are flying to your face, covering up your entire expression of giddiness that simply came to life at that moment, becoming uncontainable. 

"I know!" you practically squeal. 

You feel so alive, so full of something you can't quite place, but know is making you feel an excitement you'd never felt nor expressed before.

"I have got to be crazy, right?" you then say as you look back to Obi and wildly grin,

"Because I wasn't even angry someone had been in my room," you reveal. 

Logically, you should have been, but that hadn't been the case, 

 " No, the first thing I thought was; wow, I should really plant this," you chuckled.

 "- keep it alive for as long as I can;  one day grow an entire bush out of that single stem. 

And the ring?" you proceed to ask. 

"I admired it for so long! heck, I looked at it under every lighting I could and couldn't help but fawn over how beautiful the damn thing is," you say with awe.

"it just made me think of Rev-" immediately your mouth shut, and you looked at your friend with wide eyes as a hand found its way over your mouth.

 You'd babbled so much that you'd said too much, and while you seemed horrified, he laughed at your reaction, the warming voice seasoned with mirth, 

"I see..." he says, and it's not much he voices, but it has you flustered.

The way his eyes squint together makes him look kittenish, awfully playful as his lips curve into a little smile too. 

"No need to feel shy," he enthuses. " I already had a growing suspicion," he says as he holds a fisted hand up to his mouth to hide the way his soft smile morphs into a wild grin.

"Don't start," you plead, because he's poked at the idea before. 

However,  you'd always had a quickness to deny it, and a slight offhandedness that sometimes convinced him you were telling the truth.

-but this time you'd slipped up, and you'd showed your truth with what you didn't finish saying.

"No need to be embarrassed," he tells you again, though it doesn't stop him from looking entertained.

"But there is a need to feel stupid," you tell him with a soft, blue sigh, and he raises a brow, confused.

"-Of?" he asks. 

"You know..." you start, your eyes sheepishly rolling. 

'He has the nerve to ask,' you think tiredly.

"He's...well," you find it hard to say as you lightly scratch your cheek,"  I don't know if he's capable of feeling that way, you know?" you ask, not waiting for an answer back before you continue to talk. 

"I know he feels things... but does that mean he can also feel love?" you voice. 

"Normally, I've got two feet on the ground, but then with this situation... " you say with briefly shut eyes, "This whole time, he's the only person I could think of," you acknowledge, admitting that there's no one else you'd want more.

- Maybe that’s what it was. That you yearned it to be him, you convinced yourself that no one else could be your admirer.

"He's the one I could only hope it's from," you then confess, and he nods as he listens along. 

" Obi, I'm crazy for falling in love with a literal murder machine," you exclaim, your worried expression tilted more toward distress as he looks at you with genuine surprise at your sudden outburst. 

"I feel like my heart goes crazy when he's around,  like it's trying to jump out to him," you say while your right hand repeatedly pats your chest where the little traitor of a muscle rests.

It’s not like you planned to fall in love. You didn’t choose to, one day you realized it happened.

Against all logic, it swayed to the direction of the simulacrum.

"It's trying to reach him...

- Towards someone that could quite literally tear it out of my chest, “ you joke. 

“ Do you know how crazy that is?" you ask him, not noticing how his eyes slowly skim past you to look over your shoulder.

Briefly, the mystical blue orbs hold an even brighter glow before they calm, his expression melting, 

"Really?" he asks, and you just let out a tired breath.

You begin to pace left and right, only looking at the ground as your thumb's nail is repeatedly chewed without any real tear, the anxious action mindlessly carried out.

"He's so awful! He's such a jerk...a complete asshole," you then say with a touch of edge, and you faintly register a stifled chuckle coming from your friend. 

"But he makes me laugh...and all of his bitterness just makes his sweet moments more special," you immediately add, your voice softening towards the end as you think about how those little instances feel so precious.

"He makes me feel special.... He feels special...unique." 

The moment of tenderness ends as you then hug yourself, your head furiously shaking, and it's easy to see you're fighting a battle with yourself. The internal battle your heart and mind continue with is perfectly acted out.

You seem uncertain of anything at first. 

Though, suddenly that list of reasons why you shouldn't feel the way you do towards Revenant begins to be outweighed by the reasons why the first shouldn't matter.

" He weighs like a ton! " you complain, thinking about how he's impossible to move, literally. 

You think of how much he's teased you with that sole advantage. He’d childishly pressed you against the wall to steal the items you’ve had your eye on before.

" but when I think about having him crawl all over me...when I remember how strong he is..." you say as you bite your lip with a little hum. 

Your face steams. 

 Slowly your eyes drift towards a wide-eyed seer who looks just slightly taken back " you know... remember that dream I told you about?" you then huff out. 

"It was him, it was with him, and it's been killing me that I haven't told anyone!" you spill, choosing to fiddle with the ring, twisting it as you tell him.

no one else knew about the infatuation that you're slowly realizing isn't just an 

' infatuation.'  

Not even the word desire could define it.

"Oh..." you then sound, so much emotion in a single breath as you suddenly deflate, 

"-I think I'm in love with him," It's like the realization actually dawns upon you. 

You don't just find him pretty, beautiful would be the word, if not mesmerizing. 

you're not content with his presence, and happy wouldn't even do justice to what it is you feel. 

'Is there a word for happier than happy?' you mused.

Elated falls short, and as you continue to think about it you hide your face in your hands, and the lack of comment that leaves your friend has you suspicious.

After all, he’s always quick to say something. 

"You're not going to say anything?" you ask, peeking over at him. "I just realized I'm in love with Revenant and you have nothing to say?" you question him,  and he suddenly bursts into a fit of laughter.

"It's the third time you've said it," he tells you, amused that you'd let such a thing slip the first time without even realizing it. 

And moreover, that you've said so right before the object of your affection. 

Perhaps it was a bit cruel, but you hadn't given him a moment to warn you.  He’d made an attempt to by lifting up a hand to stop you from rambling, but in your speech, you hadn’t even noticed.

How was he supposed to know you were going to suddenly lay your heart out?

He feels just a sense of satisfaction realizing how Revenant is frozen in place and utterly silenced.

He’d snuck up on you, initially pressing a finger before his lips to warn seer not to interfere because he wanted to get a quick giggle out of taunting you.

And when you finally turned stiffly towards him with horrified realization, there was a lack of amusement. 

“Ah...I think you two have plenty to talk about,” Obi then interjected as he kindly patted you on the back and slipped away, wishing you luck.

[pompombot]

I had to free up space on my ipad, so I finished some drawings from last year

[kb90rawr]

Yay! Love all these AU’s of an AU xD

will you be writing a oneshot of humpback whale yn too?🥺

[citg]

I've noticed a trend in my games library. It will be continuing.