#bc like you can feel flustered or your ears burning

[saitamastamaticsoup]

This fr!! Like I can feel I’m blushing bc my face feels hot but like my face doesn’t turn bright red like a tomato. Like even from another char’s perspective “he watched as you fan your face in embarrassment” or “you felt your face heating up at his words” just flows so much better than “your face flushed bright red” bc that can break emersion for readers if they are in y/n place

reminder that a lot of people, usually those w/ darker skin, can't 'blush', 'flush' or turn red in embarrassment, shame or shyness. there's nothing wrong with using these words but it does help when you add a disclaimer at the top of your post. it doesn't mean that we don't feel our cheeks heating up or that we don't feel blood rushing into our face, so those are alternatives to blushing :]

[eccentricallygothic]

| Too Sweet |

Description: You and Steve try to put 'it' in for the first time after his serum procedure. 

Pairing: Soft-Dark 40's Post-Serum Steve Rogers | Lover!You. 

Warning(s): Soft-Dark!Steve, 40's misogyny and courting bc let's be so fr, obsession, daddy kink, allusions to spanking, dumbification, power imbalance, corruption kink, fluffy smut, p-in-v penetration that y'all are STRUGGLING with, dash of breeding kink, they love each other, smut with plot.  

Note: @chxrryhansen 's new Too Sweet Steve edit is responsible for this and she doesn't even know it, pfft!

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"Steve!" Your protest is half giggle and half whine as you wince before landing a punishing smack to your lover's shoulders. "Ouch!" His body is also vibrating due to the humor that the two of you find in this strange situation. 

"Come on, baby" he rasps out against your ear, his elbow that presses into your pillow besides your head causing it to dip towards itself. "I am trying my best here, bear with me a little" try he sure is doing. You can almost feel him fighting against his impulse to just fuck all and push inside your tiny entrance that has never faced a girth this big. 

"I knowww~" you whine as you press your knees against his sides that have become wide and muscular since the procedure. "But it's still ouchie" Steve sighs as he freezes the little bit of pushing that he was doing.

You feel bad, you really do. 

Because it is as hard for you to hold back as it is for him.

Pressed up against your lover that you haven't properly had like this in a week, your bare skins nearly leeched to each other's, one of his rough manly hands fondling your breasts as the one he's holding up his heavy body with strokes your hair to comfort you, the feeling of his stern muscles digging into the tender insides of your thighs and then his cock that you need to save your life at this point so close to your weeping walls yet so far away that you can lose your mind from the frustration. 

But it just hurts so fucking much! 

You had always thought your lover's size to be a decent one because it kept you satisfied and very happy. 

But now…

This. 

You did not want to be an ungrateful brat, as Steve would say, because you weren't a stranger to the valor that he held for his country and you had always done your best to cheer him on so you weren't to be misunderstood.

But good Lord above, they had swapped your cotton candy lover for a rough and tough beast who couldn't bear you being out of his sight for more than a few minutes. 

It seemed that whatever voodoo they worked in that fancy machine had also amplified his obsession with you, like everything else. 

Steve sighs as he kisses your cheek softly. You understand that he's a man and he has his needs that he has been compromising for a week because you recoil at the sight of his cock each time he tries to seduce you. "I've already stretched you out with three fingers, baby. At this point I might as well put my fist in there" you're on thin ice and you know it. 

No man is as considerate as he has been all these days as it is. 

Your cheeks burn and you flush hotly in embarrassment, letting out another whine as a result before landing a flustered punch on his arm. "I- It's not my fault if your fist would still be smaller than your dick!" Though your tone is one that has gotten you bent across his lap more times than you can count, the manner in which the indirect praise boosts his ego saves you this one time.

And his fingers weren't the easiest thing in the world either because they've grown three times their size!

"Aw, is Daddy's cock too big for your little baby pussy, honey?" You cannot help but let out a horrified guffaw as you cover your mouth, eyes wide. 

"Oh, my GOD, Steve!" He is grinning at how appalled you look because of his obscene words. "Stop with that! I told you the other day that it's not right!" You have no idea how, but two months ago your lover had picked up this strange pet name for himself that he liked to use whenever you two were having an intimate moment. 

"Oh, but baby" your back arches in an instant as you grunt and feel your claws fly to his shoulders that they dig into. He has started to push again. But your pussy is nearly as stubborn as he is, it seems. Because neither wants to back down. "Who put it in your pretty little head that you can decide what's right and wrong around here?" 

Your thighs tremble at the authority in his tone and you whine, feeling your ass cheeks clench at the way the girth of his tip feels around your sore band of muscles. Fuck, this is like losing your virginity all over again but only worse. 

You almost feel mad at yourself.

Because you're so wet and prepared.

Ready.

Just why can't it go where you need it most?!

"N- No…" The smell of his shampoo hits your nose when he dips his head into the crook of your neck to make a new love bite, both to try and distract you as well as mark you as his. "D- Didn't mean that, Shtevie, sowwy~" you mumble meekly and he deeply hums against your skin. 

"Good girl" if it weren't for the way in which one of his hands lovingly caress your scalp, you would have teared up due to how small you suddenly feel. "Now shush up for Daddy and let him do this bratty little pussy in" an involuntary gasp leaves you again but you suppress it by kissing his moist temple so he can't hear it and think you are being disrespectful. Your baby pussy has irritated him enough this past whole week already. 

"Owiee…" You grunt again as you feel it breach its way into the initial curve as it has been doing for hours now. "S- So big, Daddy" what? No! You're not like your naughty lover! Y- You're just trying to somehow calm him down so you don't get in trouble! 

Like you did when you initially did not respond to his unrelenting advances in school and he ended up scoring really low in a test because of that so he dragged you out of drama class to bend you over and teach you a thing or two about manners and how to treat those who are nice to you. Then he made you apologize, kiss his cheek and cook him dinner at your house to make it up to him. 

You are glad he did that though, because Steve is your once in a lifetime and there can never be another like him. 

He just knows best. 

But that doesn't mean you are okay with getting punished just because your pussy is too tiny!

"Good babygirl" your lover grunts against your nipple that his mouth is latched onto now, hips doing their best to not damage you but still weasel his cock past the hard round shaped barricade of your pubic bone. "I know it's scary but you can trust Daddy because he knows that if that pretty little pussy can push out his brats one day, it can surely take this cock too." Steve loves how you shudder under him at the thought but still answer him Yes, Daddy. 

Because you are all his to do with whatever he pleases.

That is the reason why he shook hands with HYDRA and wiped out SHIELD the day he was transformed. 

Because HYDRA had promised him a comfortable future with you where he would not have to part with you for too long but still provide you the life that you truly deserved as his sweet little girl who loved and accepted him in a state that everyone had treated as a laughing stock. 

You were worthy of the world.

And he was determined to give it to you. 

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I didn't mention the hydra plot twist up there because well, surprise! 

[lime-sketches114]

Hello I would like to request something. How eould Sephiroth act when he has a crush on someone? Idc if it's post-Nibelheim or while he's still a Soldier. I leave that up to you. Thank you so much if you do this and have a wonderful day :3

Great question Le Anonymous! This is similar to what I thought for my Ravenroth ship (maybe?) BUT this topic is cute nonetheless. I might just do both ideas! Hope you like these headcanons!

SEPHIROTH CRUSH HEADCANONS

PRE-NIBELHEIM

Sephiroth as a SOLDIER he never really had romantic feelings, even as a teenager. Once he became more of an adult that's when his tables turned.

He would get flustered when Genesis or Angeal made a joke about the person Sephiroth liked. But he hid it well but you could see pink dust on his cheeks. He'd get confused about butterflies in his stomach and why they were there.

As he explores his feelings more, he tries to be braver around his special someone. When he eventually asked them on a date on his free time he was happy. He shined that shy smile of his. He took them to a fancy restaurant and bought them flowers or a little gift for a start. He's a good listener and would mostly let his date take charge of small talk if they were brave, if not he would.

He might take them on a walk or shopping on the next few dates. He has a lot of money to burn! As the relationship progressed he'd eventually confess his attraction. He's still new to all this lovey dovey crap so it'll be a slow start but with the help of his partner he would be just fine and even start to be very romantic on occasion.

Genesis and Angeal would absolutely still tease him about his romantic efforts and Genesis would try and coach him to the behest of Sephiroth's will. Angeal would just tell Sephiroth to be himself and be more gentleman-like and uphold honor in his word. He loves his friends' efforts but he's already had Genesis talk his ear off about Loveless references...Angeal is more tolerable.

Yes Zack would absolutely have his jaw hit the dang floor about hearing about ALL of this and how Sephiroth has a partner. Zack just can't help not hiding his puppy-like wonder.

Sephiroth talks about his mother a lot with their partner. If his partner was willing to research more about if his mother was truly dead or not AND found the truth then you bet your bottom gil he would try and find his real mother and bring justice to Hojo.

POST-NIBELHEIM

Good lawd where to start....

Ok! With Sephiroth off his rocker bc of everything that's happened. Things would be different and difficult to comprehend.

If Sephiroth still had his partner before he went bonkers he would ABSOLUTELY try and keep them with him at all costs. He still loves them but it's slowly creeping into bad territory. If he did not have a partner beforehand he would kinda stalk them like he does Cloud. Leave flowers and candy and whatever else on their doorstep. Then it turns into jewelry or expensive items. Then himself out of the blue.

It creeps the partner out but the love is still there. His good looks and charm works wonders. They try and figure out what went wrong with him. Maybe they try and reverse what happened if they're more than just a normal person. Magic can only go so far.

If their efforts are fruitful then he slowly reverses back to his old self just a bit but can't quite shake off Jenova unless someone destroys her. He also finds out about his real mother. He would search for her with them.

If it was in vain then he would be angered fairly easily. Trying to turn them into more like him or be more loyal or obey him. Regardless if he still had love in his heart.

Sometimes at night, you can hear cries...but from who is up to the mind's desire...

[melovrs]

kiwi kisses 🥝

as you were putting on your final touches of makeup, sakura walks into your shared bedroom.

"we got 20 minutes until togame's party, we should probably head out now," he reminds you.

you turn your head towards him, motioning for him to come closer.

"c'mere haru, wanna show you something," you say.

he walks over, grumbling about how you need to hurry. he looks down to your sitting form, waiting. you turn back towards the vanity, grabbing a tube of shimmery lipgloss, and apply it to your lips. sakura watches you turn back towards him with a grin on your face.

"bend down to me," you tell him. sakura rolls his eyes before complying; he'll do whatever you say, though he won't admit it >_< ! he bends down to meet your eyes, only for his lips to be met with yours.

you bring your arms up to his neck, pulling him closer to you, your tongue slipping into his mouth. sakura can feel his entire body burning up, his face practically letting off steam. you finally let go of him,slightly out of breath. sakura opens his mouth first.

"wha-what was that for!?" he exclaims, exasperated. you giggle at his flustered state, admiring how his ears turned a bright shade of pink.

"bought this new lipgloss a couple days ago, and i wanted to see how u liked it!" you smile. he turns his head around, embarrassed.

"it... looks good, i guess," he utters out. you laugh once more before standing up from your vanity, reapplying your lipgloss. as you gather your purse and walk out your shared room, arm in arm, you speak again.

"d'you know what flavor that was?"

sakura falls silent for a moment before responding thoughtfully.

"...cherry?"

you laugh, responding. "it's kiwi, haru."

sakura rolls his eyes, his ears still tinted pink as he squeezes your hand.

"whatever. you taste way better than that stupid lipgloss anyways."

hehe first official wind breaker fic ever DONE ! hopefully this isn't too ooc :( i was actually planning on writing this for rin but scrapped the idea :3 alsoo this is based off my experience bc my fav lipgloss ever is kiwi flavored but it's so gross and artificially flavored i hate the taste >:( also i think this counts as an adult (?) au but idk it's not specified soo :/

[pomegranateandblood]

do you think you can do a wally clark fluff turned into smut maybe? i know you said you only do smut but i would love it if u could! thank u!

A/N: Heyyy. Welcome to my first fic for this blog. You wanted more fluff so I kept the smut a little bit on the down low for this, because usually I write full on smexy times. Thank you for requesting and Enjoy! ❤️🍍

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Friends

It was Homecoming week. You and the other ghosts were busy decorating the gym and painting posters to support Wally.

You were washing your hands and arms free off the dry blue paint as the brunette jock approached you. He seemed nervous.

„Everything okay ? You know it's the same routine as every year." You smiled looking at him through the mirror.

He had paint on his cheeks and arms, some even got into his ebony hair. „Look umm, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my date to the homecoming game?"

He was beet red, looking down at his hands. „-as friends of course."

You had to hold back a smile at his cute attempt not to make you flustered or embarrassed by his request.

Turning the faucet off, you dried your hands with paper towels before turning around. „I didn't guess you were the type to be ‚just friends' with a girl, football star."

You smirked playfully and he stared at you, mouth slightly open. „I- umm." he laughed nervously trying to find a right comeback.

„I guess I'm just not your type. Sadly." You clicked your tongue against your cheek before leaning close to his ear „Because I totally got a thing for tall, brunette jocks."

He sucked in a breath and before you could walk away held onto your arm. „It's a date. Wear a skirt."

You bit your lip as you nodded and walked away.

„Please" he added, his enthusiastic voice hollowing through the empty bathroom, making you giggle. Wally couldn't be not nice.

—-

As you waited for Wally in front of the stadium, you became more nervous. You really liked him and hoped that today you two could do something about the unresolved feelings.

Charly had helped you go through the wardrobe of the theatre club to find a skirt and matching outfit. Luckily they had just performed a more modern version of ‚Hairspray', resulting in you now wearing a pastel blue pleated skirt and a white tank top with a bow detail.

Good Thing that ghosts couldn't freeze bc else you definitely would've caught a cold in the chilly evening air.

„I hope I didn't make you wait too long, I couldn't find my jersey."

-

The date went well, Wally was enjoying the match.

After you two finished the fries and hot dogs he held your hand. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, flushing your cheeks.

„I got a gift for you." Wally said, taking out a box from the pocket of his letterman jacket.

It was a cardboard box, painted with the same paint you used for the posters.

„I found a necklace in the Lost and Found Box and the charm is wood. I wish I could give you something real and more special.“ Wally said as he opened the lid.

Inside was a silver necklace with a small pendant. The number 57. Wally‘s number.

You smiled. „It‘s perfect.“

Taking it out of the box, you fumbled with the clasp to put it on.

„I love it, Wally. Thank you" you said, touching the little pendant on your cleavage.

Your eyes drifted from his plush lips to his chocolate orbs, contemplating if you should kiss him. Before you could move, his hand touched your thigh at the seam of your skirt, burning your skin.

He licked his lips before leaning forward, giving you an innocent smooch. Noses to Nose he whispered. „I'm glad you don't want to be my friend."

The Hand on your thigh moved up to your hips and pulled you on his lap, your back pressed against the edge of the table. Being touched by him felt so good.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, capturing his lips again. He moaned into your mouth, which made you move your hips against his lap.

His hair was soft between your fingers and you slightly pulled at it. His hands snuck under your skirt, securing your hips on his crotch.

„Mmh is that why you wanted me to wear a skirt?" you teased, leaning your head back as he started kissing your neck.

The chuckle vibrated against the sensitive skin of your throat, right at your pulse point. You sighed.

„No, I just like the view of your legs. Even if it benefits me now." he groans.

You could feel the wetness of your panties as you tried to ease the friction between your thigh by pressing against him.

„Fuck, you want me to fuck you on this bench love?" He looks at you with dark eyes.

Wally must be uncomfortable in his tight football pants, so you pull at the strings securing it. „Yes please."

He helps you pull them off just enough to free his length, before he hungrily nips at your lips again.

His fingers pulled your panties to the side and you guided him inside of you.

Your other hand dug into the fabric of his football jersey and you moaned into his mouth. Placing his hands on your hips again, Wally thrusted up into you.

Your hips met his thrusts and you pulled away from his brusing kiss, trying to catch your breath.

„Wally" you moaned, clenching around him.

His lips explored your jawline down to your cleavage, biting and nipping. He would surely leave marks.

The edge of the table dug into your lower back with every thrust, but you didn't care. As long as the dark haired ghost kept on pleasuring you like this.

His Thumb found your clit, massaging with different paces, bringing you closer to the edge.

„Don't stop, please" you breathed, circling your hips more.

He kissed you again as he came, spilling inside you with a few sloppy thrusts.

You joined him, collapsing into his arms.

Wally held you, his hands caressing your back, finger playing with a few strands of your hair and you put your head against his chest, trying to spot his nonexistent heartbeat.

You realized neither of you talked about what this made you. A couple?

All you knew was that he made your heart flutter and your head dizzy. Hopefully this could last another lifetime. Or more.

—

[wonwoonlight]

when jeonghan realizes he's in love with you

friends to lovers (??), fluff, i'm not sure there's even a plot lol. just got this sudden, random urge to write bc i was listening to dream (kor ver) earlier. not sure the wc bc i wrote it on tumblr but it's Short 🤍 not proofread. enjoy!

Jeonghan has always claimed he doesn't think he can date a friend.

It's weird.

And he's pretty emotional (romantic?) of a person, so if there's no spark from the beginning, it's likely that his brain has categorized that person as a friend and nothing else. No chance whatsoever that he'd develop romantic feelings in the future.

Though he's also realistic, so he admits that there might be a 0.1% possibility that he might suddenly like a friend romantically. Who knows, right?

But not you.

Not because he thinks you're lacking, but because you've been friends for too long that Jeonghan was sure that if, and only if, there was a possibility that he'd fall for you, it probably had long passed.

He's seen almost every side of you, so have you his. Hell, he's pretty sure he even treats you almost the same way he treats Seungcheol and Joshua; surely, there's no way, right?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you glare, annoyed.

Jeonghan blinks owlishly; has he been staring at you? His eyes dart to your eyes and then down to your lips for half a second before he searches for your face, both intrigued and curious.

He doesn't register whatever's coming out of your lips, but is it just him or do you actually look flustered the more he stares at you?

"Jeonghan. Stop it."

"Why?"

"The right question is why are you staring at me!" You reaches out to turn his face elsewhere, your palm centimeters away from his cheek when he catches your wrist, his eyes still refusing to look at anything but you.

He sees you pout, and his mind suddenly thinks back about a talk he has with Seungcheol a few years ago, when his friend asked if he'd ever consider dating you because he thought you'd make a good pair.

You had pouted in disgust, told Seungcheol that it's gross to paint that kind of image between you and Jeonghan when you're clearly nothing but friends.

He didn't take that too personally, he remembers, he had simply laughed and agreed. But he also remembers glancing at your lips then, wondering how they'd feel against his, quickly removing the thoughts out of his mind because you're not supposed to think about friends that way.

"Will you be mad if I kiss you?"

Your eyes widen comically, and he would've teased you if he's in his usual mood. But he's not. And he wants to find out if there's a reason behind why he's been adamant about seeing your smile and wanting to stay close to you as much as possible.

"What? Are you drunk?"

"Will you?"

You pause for a second, your eyes searching for him, biting your lower lip before you shake your head no.

His thumb reaches for your lip so you'll release it from your teeth before he places his lips upon yours, his heartbeat ringing in his ears and the tips of his ears burning red.

The kiss (peck?) lasts for a short three seconds (or was it 3 minutes? He doesn't know, he can't think straight with you in this proximity). And when he pulls away, your breath warm against his face, he presses his lips together as if to see whether he can still feel you there or not.

"If you're making all that fuss just to kiss me." You whisper, avoiding his eyes despite the usual teasing tone Jeonghan's used to hear from you. "At least kiss me properly, will you?"

Jeonghan grins. If this is what being in love with your friend is like, perhaps it's not as bad as he thought it would be.

For the first time, he doesn't mind at all being wrong as long as he gets to be with you.

[brittscafe]

Yuji Itadori Headcanons

Synopsis: SFW and NSFW headcanons. Yuji Itadori x female reader.

I beg of y'all to listen to Being Alive by Stephen Sondheim while reading this bc it almost made me cry when writing this 😭

SFW:

Yuji being a green flag? Babe, he's the whole damn forest.

Calls you pretty girl.

Adores it when he's playing video games and you sit in his lap, wrapping your arms around him.

Yuji promises he'll be done soon and you eventually fall asleep, your head resting on his shoulder.

Yuji will stop anything he's doing and just sit there, gently rubbing your back and holding you.

Yuji loves physical touch so freaking much.

He'll wrap you up in a blanket and cuddle with you in bed all day long.

When Yuji needs your attention, he'll ask for cuddles or text you.

You'll give him good luck kisses and they encourage him so much before going out into the battlefield.

His smiles are so precious and they give you butterflies.

His kisses are gentle, but he can become impatient. He'll hold your face his his hands, giving you long, slow kisses.

Yuji would rather pass out thanks top kissing.

Yuji is so romantic and gentle.

He'll walk on the side that closer to the street and hold your hand, tugging you away from the side where the cars are flying by.

There's no need to ask Yuji to hold your heavy bags because he's already grabbing them before you even can.

He always is watching you and asking if you're okay/ comfortable.

Yuji doesn't realize how cute and attractive he really is.

Especially, when he comes out of the shower, wet dripping from his pink hair and a towel hanging so dangerously low on his hips.

Whenever he texts you, he always uses way too much emojis and that brings a smile to your face.

The way he says your name makes your heart ram against your chest.

He's calling out to you with a tender voice that's almost begging and needy for attention.

Yuji could listen to you for hours, he never gets tired of hearing your voice.

Yuji makes you laugh to point where your chest hurts and your cheeks are burning and flustered.

He craves any type of hugs; bear hugs, side hugs, hugs from behind, etc.

He never knows what kind of gifts to buy you for Christmas or your birthday, so he'll take you shopping and will grab random things asking your opinion on them.

Always expresses how much he misses you while pressing kisses on your cheek.

He's just excited to be with you.

NSFW:

AHHHHh, if you sit on Yuji's lap, he just cannot help himself.

Make-out sessions on his lap, where you grind against him and feel his cock grow hard in his boxers.

When you wrap your legs around his waist, he's already gone.

Especially if you start to kiss his neck, right underneath his ear or start nibbling on his earlobe.

Yuji's body becomes flustered and you'll giggle, playing with his soft pink hair.

His hands drift down your body to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Yuji will groan into your mouth, praises spilling from his mouth that are so needy.

He compliments you all the time, calling you pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, whatever comes to his mind.

Yuji likes it when you ride him, feeling your plush walls clamp around his.

He really enjoys it when you take control, leaving tiny red marks all his neck and chest.

Yuji is super soft and gentle when it comes to sex.

His number one is hurting you, so he'll never do anything that could possibly do that.

He loves to take his time in between your thighs, using his tongue and fingers to pleasure you in insane ways.

Yuji would never ask you to pleasure him, he's really never thought of his own pleasure.

He definitely whimpers and groans as your hand runs up and down the shaft of his length.

He'll say how pretty you look on your knees.

Yuji is obsessed with your ass, squeezing it and his fingers melting into your flesh.

Yuji can get nervous during the act and you sometimes have to reassure him.

His cheeks fluster as he drives his hips forward, sinking his cock back inside of you and hearing your sweet moans float in the air.

He whispers soft praises and compliments into your ear, making your body tingle.

His touch is so gentle.

His pace is slow and sensual, filling you up with pleasure.

Yuji can be serious or he can be cracking jokes to make you feel better or make him less nervous.

AFTER CARE IS A 10000000 OUT OF 10.

Yuji will take his time, cleaning you up and running his hands over your body.

He loves the way your skin glides in his hands.

Yuji loves to watch you afterwards, his knuckles running up and down your bare side.

He'll stay awake long after your asleep, admiring how your pretty your face is.

Yuji loves to kiss your cheek before he falls asleep.

[click4rainy]

Helllooooo I have a request, or any of the earth realmers (you can choose) reacting to/sparring with a fem! Reader who due to trainging their whole lives are swole as hecc

Like okay hear me out..wide shoulders, thick arms, v-lines, abs the whole shabang (or however you spell it) maybe it’s a little flirty or they get a little flustered when reader manhandles them bc they’re used to female fighters being smaller (in both stature and muscle size(??)) so reader makes them act up and giggle and kick their feet y’know?????

MK1 characters reacting to Buff F!Reader

👽:Oui I like this prompt a lot so I did a small handful of the Earth Realm Defenders TeeHeeHee!!!

✅:Proof Read

🖇️:Johnny Cage, Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Kenshi

⚠️:Flirty vibes, Banter, nothing awful tbhhh maybe a few innuendos.

Johnny Cage

★ Johnny watches you step into the training ring, arms crossed but eyes blatantly scanning you up and down. His usual bravado flickers just a little when you roll your shoulders, making those delts pop.

★ “Oh, wow—guns like that should be illegal.” He smirks but takes a slight step back. “I mean, I’ve seen muscle before, but you’re built like a final boss.”

★ You crack your neck and gesture for him to come at you. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

★ He lunges in, probably expecting to at least land a hit or two. But the second your hand clasps around his wrist, and you effortlessly twist him into an arm lock, his knees almost buckle.

★ “Whoa, whoa—hey! I bruise easily! These are million dollar arms, you know!” he yelps.

★ You don’t let go immediately, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you were tougher than that, Cage.”

“Oh, I am,” Johnny manages, grinning through the pain. “I just didn’t expect you to sweep me off my feet literally. Buy me a drink—or dinner first, y’know?”

★ You roll your eyes and finally release him. As he stumbles back, he rubs his wrist, but there’s a sparkle in his eye. “We should spar more often. For… scientific reasons.”

Liu Kang

★ Liu Kang maintains his usual calm demeanor, but his eyes linger when you flex, your arms tightening as you prepare to square up. His gaze flickers away just a second too late.

★ “You’re… very disciplined,” he says, clearing his throat.

★ You smirk. “You can say it, Liu. I know you were checking me out.”

★ His lips twitch at the corners, but he doesn’t deny it. “I was merely admiring the results of your training. Impressive physique is a sign of dedication.”

★ You raise an eyebrow. “So you were looking?”

★ He opens his mouth to respond, but you rush him—and when he goes to defend himself, you grab his leg mid kick and hold it. His balance shifts slightly as his hand instinctively lands on your shoulder to steady himself.

★ For a second, neither of you move.

★ Liu blinks at you, his ears burning up. “I didn’t expect that.” He admits, feeling his chest tighten. He hasn’t felt this challenged in almost a century. And what you presented to him left him more than intrigued.

★ You tilt your head. “Sure about that? You’ve been watching me pretty closely.”

★ He exhales through his nose, the faintest smile playing at his lips. “I like to be thorough…”

★ With a gentle push, you lower his leg and step closer, your fingertips brushing against his chest. “And what do you think now that you’ve had a closer look, my lord?” You ask with a teasing lilt to your tone.

★ Liu meets your gaze steadily, though the flush on his cheeks deepens. “I think you are… stronger than most. And far more dangerous.”

★ You grin. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

★ “I meant it as one.” His quickly says, letting his eyes linger a little longer before he steps back into a ready stance. “Again?”

Kung Lao

★ Kung Lao was spinning his hat on his finger tip, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His other hand rest on his hip while he watched you warm up.

★ He wore a lazy grin—but his eyes flickered down your frame more than once. “Didn’t realize Earthrealm was recruiting bodybuilders now,” he quips. “You could probably crush my head like a grape.”

★ You shoot him a look. “Want to find out?”

★ “Tempting,” Kung Lao says, stepping onto the mat. “But I’m more of a ‘flirt first, get crushed by your thighs later’ type of man, if I do say so myself.”

★You shake your head, feigning a lunge toward him just to make him sweat a little.

★ “WAIT—“ His eyes widen, and he holds his hands up in defense.

★ “Scared?” You lightly chuckle, more than enjoying the reaction from the big mouthed monk.

★ “Me? Never.” He tips his hat, but his bravado falters when you actually close the distance and he has to crane his neck just slightly to meet your gaze.

★ When the fight begins, Kung Lao tries to dance around you with agility. But the second he’s within reach, you grab his waist and effortlessly hoist him over your shoulder, slamming him down onto the mat.

★ He groans dramatically, sprawled out. “Okay… ow.” You cross your arms over your chest, looming over him with a knowing smirk. “Done already?”

★ He props himself up on his elbows, giving you a half lidded stare. “Y’know, most women flirt with a ‘hi, hello, how are you?’. But you just body slammed me… Not that I’m complaining, but wow.”

★ You laugh, offering your hand. “I can slam you again if you keep talking.”

★ “I might like that,” Kung Lao quips, taking your hand with a grin.

Kenshi

★ Kenshi stands calm, his sword resting loosely at his side as he listens to the shift of your footsteps. His blindfold scrunching with his furrowed brows, looking in your direction as if he’s tracing your outline in his mind.

★ “You have a strong presence,” he says softly, almost contemplative. His head tilts. “I can feel it from here. It’s… grounding.”

★ You smirk as you stretch your arms above your head, flexing beneath the light. Your shirt hikes up, revealing a sliver of your toned stomach. “That your way of saying I’m heavy?”

★ Kenshi chuckles under his breath. “No. It’s different. There’s weight in your stance… but not just physical. It’s the kind that draws attention without trying.”

★ His tone is even, but the way his head shifts just slightly toward the glimpse of your belly does not go unnoticed.

★ Kenshi moves fluidly when the spar begins, his sword gliding in measured arcs. But the rhythm breaks the second you step into his space, catching his wrist mid swing and twisting the blade from his grip without effort.

★ His breath catches almost imperceptibly as your hand tightens around his forearm. For a moment, he simply stands there, muscles tense beneath your hold.

★ “You disarmed me faster than I could sense it,” he murmurs, voice quieter now. His head dips lower, his unseeing gaze falling to where your hand grips him.

★ There’s a pause, his free hand lifting—hovering near your shoulder, like he’s mapping your shape by proximity alone. His fingers curl faintly in the empty space, but he doesn’t quite touch.

★ “…You’re stronger than I anticipated,” he admits after a beat, and there’s something almost reverent in his tone. “Much stronger.”

★ You lean in closer, your breath brushing against his neck. “Didn’t expect me to handle you so easily?”

★ Kenshi’s lips part slightly, as if he wants to retort—but the words catch. His hand finally lowers to your shoulder, his grip light, yet lingering as if testing how real the sensation is.

★ “No,” he answers honestly, fingers curling just slightly against the nape of your neck. “I didn’t.”

★ Your smirk deepens, and you let him go with a slow, deliberate motion. Kenshi takes a step back, but his hand trails lightly along your arm before slipping away.

★ He stands there for a moment longer, head tilted in your direction, his breath just faintly uneven. “I, I may need more practice…” Kenshi says finally, his voice lower than before.

★ You arch a brow. “Not used to someone stronger?”

★ He chuckles softly, his smile faint but genuine. “Not used to being this distracted.”

👽: I might make a part two to this with the rest of Earth Realm baby boys because this prompt got me GOING right now. 😩

Part two here

[globaloppaaa]

PLEASE WEITE ABOUT THE MATTCHU MY GIRL THING IM IN LOVE WIYH YHAT IDEA 😭😭😭

GIRL U KNOW I WILL 😈✍️ matthews my newest ult and i’m actually baffled by how versatile his personality can be, so let’s explore that topic a little more yeah?

warnings → female identifying pronouns are used, some swearing, a bit suggestive bc matthews the cutest piece of shit, matthew making that canadian question sound that he always does (ehnggg?)

maybe this is self-indulgent? my form of affection is bullying y’all i’m sorry i can’t control myself 😔🤘🏼

my girl. smt

There’s no one who loves the idea of flustered overloads more thank mr. seok matthew, who goes the farthest lengths just to make you vulnerable for him, a side of you only he gets to see.

he notices how a pet name in particular hits your heart differently when u came home one day, absolutely stunned by your achievements of receiving a high mark on an exam. Beyond proud of you, he gently tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, followed by a soft spoken “that’s my girl.”

and you’re left standing there, face contouring like 🤨😦😳

his brow raises, a slight smirk appears on his lips. suddenly he’s finding allllll the confidence in the world as he messes with you, because he’s found something that makes your crumble.

“you like that huh?”

“shut up.”

“ehnngg? just wanna know if my girl likes when i call her that.”

he’s stroking your cheek with his knuckle, and it takes half of you to refrain from melting into his touch, and the other half to resist uppercutting him in the face.

you scoff with a nervousness that’s doing a poor job at keeping itself hidden, and he takes the initiative of going one step further. Matthews’ arms find your waist, as his forehead gently touches yours. His’ voice softens, forbidding the walls of his apartment from hearing his sweet words to you.

“don’t forget you’ll always be my pretty girl, okay?”

and he’s overwhelming you with his love, so much that you physically have to hide your face in the crook of his neck, in a desperate attempt to avoid him from seeing your heated complexion. Matthew wants to acknowledge how flustered he can feel you are, the side of his neck burning from your crumbled state, but he holds onto the thought, not wanting to let go of you just yet.

he doesn’t want to let go of you ever.

[subskz]

making any of the members of 3racha go to the gym with butt plugs and make them do squats 😋 and just to be cruel, a vibrating one that you can control 💕also would be fun to make them wear leggings so whenever they squat down, you can see the outline of the plug hehe

this is already such a delicious idea in itself but the added bit abt making them wear leggings ♡_♡ the material hugging their thighs and ass (binnie and chan esp hehe) so tightly that you can see the plug vibrating inside them is so good

watching him fumble and struggle w the simplest of workouts would be so entertaining, esp if you turned up the setting of the vibrator as soon as he squats down and watched his shaky legs struggle to lift himself back up. it’d be extra fun if you verbally teased him to add a lil tinge of frustration to the embarrassment burning up inside his stomach, like asking him how he got so big and strong when he can barely manage a single squat, or asking why he’s not going for the heavier weights today~

channie would be flustered out of his mind, face and ears glowing so red that anyone who walks by would think he’s been pushing his body to the limit for hours. he lets out lots of breathless, nervous giggles and shoots lots of helpless glances your way, begging you to take pity on him bc you know he’s hopeless at masking his reactions, esp when it comes to keeping quiet. he already makes a lot of noise while working out, so the amount of huffing and groaning he’d be doing would be insane, definitely enough to get some weird looks which just makes his dick throb harder, much to his horror <3 he’d be so cute simultaneously trying to continue his workout while trying to hide the very obvious bulge in his pants w his veiny hands hovering awkwardly over it. poor baby is not equipped for this he definitely wouldn’t last very long, and by the time u get him home he just abt falls to his knees for you

the moment you turn the vibrator on, hannie is one step away from letting out the filtheist, most shameless moan he’s ever made in his life for the entire gym to hear. it thrills him to do smth risky like that in public bc he’s a lil bit of an exhibitionist, but at the same time he’s mortified over the thought of anyone catching him w a full hard on, leaking and twitching through his underwear like he’s seconds away from climaxing, which makes for a nice little show for you hehe. one second he’s whimpering for more, the next he’s holding his breath, puffing out his cheeks in a desperate attempt to shut himself up. his expressions would be to die for when he’s trying so hard to focus w his eyes wide as moons, glazed over w lust and his eyebrows scrunched up. any touch from you at all would probably be enough to make him cum in his pants right then and there. whether you take him home to fuck him properly or decide to overstimulate him in front of everyone is up to you

binnie feels a lil proud w you watching him at first, he can feel your stare practically boring holes into his ass, and every now and then he casts his eyes shyly up in the big mirror that takes up the wall to meet yours, and he nearly shudders bc he feels like he’s abt to be eaten up. you can see how hard his nipples are through his tight compression shirt too <3 he’d go crazy if you came up behind him, running your hands all over his body to “help w his form”, but it’s really just an excuse to feel up his muscles and make his sanity slip little by little. he’ll start to get a lil whiny, whispering out a panicked “more?” when you turn the setting even higher, but he still wants to do well for you and tries his best to keep squatting even his brain is starting to go haywire trying to do two things at once. all it takes is you pouting at him and saying you thought he could take it bc he’s your big strong boy, and he’s clenching his jaw, thighs trembling and whimpers building in his throat as he sinks back down. keep whispering praises to him and promising how good you’re gonna fuck him for each squat he completes, and he powers through for you like a good boy ♡

[catiuskaa]

putting to good use

a short sub!jisung smut because he has been going crazy this comeback and I know it for a fact.

posting bc i have 33 drafts and its making me and tumblr a bit crazy lol

MY MAN NEEDS TO CHILL BECAUSE WOW MAN I CAN HANDLE UP TO A POINT

WC: 0.9k

you had always been Jisung’s utmost supporter, his number 1 fan, and with the last comeback, who could blame his partner for wanting to reward all his hard effort?

“Jagi, i’m home!” He greeted, the smile on his face rolling off on his cheeky tone of voice. Jisung giggled softly at the loud hum you let out as a greeting.

He left his coat on the entrance and then walked to the small office/studio you had both created in the apartment so you two could work from home, soundproof panels adding to the vibe and making it clear that there was an artist among you two.

“Oh, hi baby, how was your day? Aww, it was good, jagi, thanks for asking!” He mocked, resting his shoulder on the doorframe.

You stared at him from above the computer screen, your hand fidgeting with your lips, then just nibbling on them, quickly eyeing back to the device.

Han’s eyebrows shot up. He chewed on his lip, wondering if maybe he had done something to annoy you?

What would normally happen was that you'd smile at him, take your headphones off, and hug him tightly. Not just acknowledge his presence with a hum and a nod, your eyes glued to your computer.

Lost in thought, he went over to the kitchen and took a pack of instant noodles for himself. But he hadn´t finished setting up the pot to heat up the water when your arms slithered their way to his waist, turning him and caging him against the countertop, bodies tight against one another.

"J-Jagi?" He stuttered, flustered from head to toe.

"Thought I wouldn't do anything about it, huh?" Your sly snicker sent chills all over his body, and he gasped when your hips pushed him further against the counter. "You, looking hot, and sweaty, and all bothered on stage..."

Each aspect numbered had been accompanied by a gentle thrust of your hips, and Jisung couldn't —wouldn't— dare to hide the little whimpers that came out of his mouth. You smirked, pressing soft kisses on the corner of his mouth.

"And, that silly little video... taking your jacket off your shoulders... and sticking your tongue out, breathless?" Whispers followed the trail of open-mouthed kisses from his jaw to his shoulders, leaving lipstick stains on the way, and Han's legs wobbled in place, still trying to process what was happening.

He panted when you moved away slightly, almost failing to hold his weight on the counter behind him, feeling the cold marble pressed on his lower back, in contrast to how hot you had made him feel in the blink of an eye.

"I- I just..." he muttered, trying to get back his mind, which turned blank at your movements but was quickly silenced when you bit his lip.

You had never done anything like this. Yes, you liked to talk in bed sometimes, but never so dominating, never making him feel like he was yours to touch, and yours only.

He needed more. Now.

"Oh, baby." You cooed at him. He was seeing stars already, his body reacting to your touch and your whispers in a way he had never felt before. "If you stick your tongue out, you might as well be prepared to use it."

The kiss that followed was messy, like a flame that burned its way down his body, a mix of teeth and tongue that made him crazy. You then cradled his face in your hands and pressed his lips against yours, pulling him tightly against you. His mouth was fierce and eager, kissing you deeply, as if it were the only thing that mattered in the world. He didn't want to stop, so he kept pushing you against him, his fingers tangled in your hair as he held you close, his other hand weakly helping his body stay in place.

"I'm going to put that little mouth of yours to good use. Would you like that, baby?"

He was blushing furiously when you nibbled on his ear, waiting for him to reply, but you laughed when he nodded eagerly.

"Speak, baby. If we're going to do this, I need you to say what you want."

He panted, arousal flooding his body, his mind only able to focus on your body and your voice.

"F-Fuck, darling, please–"

You moved away from him, and he almost fell to the floor, breathing heavily.

You softly took his cheek in your hand, his skin hot and red.

"Such a good boy."

He couldn't help but groan now as he felt the anticipation build up inside him. He felt he was going to wake up at any moment because whatever was going on right now felt like a motherfucking dream.

Jisung let out a flustered sigh when you pushed him to the couch, your thigh spreading his legs open just enough to make him suddenly crave more.

"Be a good boy and don't move now, yeah?"

You felt his body tensing underneath your touch when you bent over, your hands resting on his thighs.

"Are you getting shy, baby?" You whispered tenderly at him, your tone completely different from before. He blushed deeply, not able to look at you when he nodded.

You raised your body and kissed him softly, a loving gesture that made Jisung feel butterflies not only on his belly, but all over his body.

“You are absolutely and undeniably beautiful, and you have no reason to worry about how you look or sound right now. Just enjoy it, baby.”

He cradled your face and kissed you tenderly.

You smiled. "Sit back and relax. I'll have my fun now."

~Kats, who had to stop because she got blocked and started laughing and giggling.

[lovemybluebully]

I have devised something devious in my lab and I'm taking it out on Wade bc I'm in a lee Wade mood at the moment.

We all know and love the "which spot is worse?" trope. Very evil, very flustering. But I raise you "which spot do you like more?" Because both of these assholes would rather die than admit they like being tickled. They're both very dramatic like that. It's always shit like "I dont hate it" or "Oh I love it when you put your hands on me peanut" and never explicitly saying they enjoy it. So being forced to admit they not only like it, but have a favorite spot? Combustion.

Wade loves to go back and forth with his ler. And the teasing itself rarely gets to him bc he loves the back and forth banter. But he's very good at worming his way out of things with misdirection and his unique brand of absurdity. He can easily get away with avoiding questions by answering a different question or making a sex joke and its so natural no one is ever the wiser.

So logan has him pinned, hes going back and forth between two spots, let's say sides and hips, and while hes thrashing around logan asks "which one do you like more" and Wade has no difficulty saying his hips are worse. But Logan doesnt take that as an answer, thats not what he asked now is it? Logan darts back down to drill at his hips, and repeats the question. This throws Wade for a loop, he feels the need to double down. He makes and innuendo, "That doesnt answer my question." and hands dart back up to claw at his sides. He makes a flirty joke, "Cute but not what I asked for." Hands zip down to his hips again. Now he can't say it, he's backed himself into a corner he doesn't want to say it but he can't wriggle his way out like usual. He's getting himself all worked up, frantically trying to find a way out of it but all hes doing is flustering himself because like hell is he choosing. Mind Games Mcgee has stunlocked himself and he's losing his mind. Wade spirals into thinking about which spot he actually likes more until he finally cracks and just shouts ears, and he thinks that's the end of it, but no. Logan is on the power trip of his life.

"Ears what bub, what about them?" Hes switched gears now, gently tracing the shells of both his ears now and he can actually feel them burning, Wade is whining through his giggles and squirming, Logan can't help but smirk "Are you sure, youre not just saying that to get out of this are you?" And Wade actually almost said he wasn't sure because his brain is That Fried. Logan asks again. "What spot do you like more" and Wade finally caves. When he's finally recovered and brain back online he immediately brags about how he never really answered the original question, (sides or hips) because he has learned nothing. And Logan is more than happy to give him another reminder.

Wow this ended up long, but I needed to put Wade in a jar and shake him like a bug. Hope you enjoyed this one

-Spider anon 🕷

[sabotsen]

Fragment - 21 - T1004

Pairing: Lee x Commandant/Reader

Notes: Set during Ch21 Spiral of Chronos & contains spoilers. Cross posted to ao3 bc I hate the paragraph formatting here. Word Count 3.6k.

Warnings: Subtle Jealousy and possessiveness. Brief mention of character death and panic attack.

This is a secret Santa gift for @yandere-yearnings. I love you Dar!!! Happy holidays. I hope this knife stabs you lovingly.

Emotions cannot be compressed into numbers, not in a way that does them justice.

The depth, the weight, the agony of them cannot be expressed in binary. There is simply too much — too little — to account for them in calculations. 

He knows this. 

Honestly, he would like to think himself rational enough to follow through his calculations without the influence of emotions altering the numbers. In most situations, that assessment would be correct. His measurements, calculations, predictions are all precision sharpened to a lethal bullet aimed with perfect trajectory. He is a machine, built for war and numbers. He is a soldier, eliminating obstacles for the best calculated result. 

But Gray Raven is not a factor that can be compressed into simple numbers and figures. You, in all your stubbornness and kindness, are not measurable no matter what calculations and equations he uses. 

Your smile makes him happy — flustered, even — and your laughter rings in his head for days, leaving no room for even the shortest string of binary. Your touch is a warmth, a fire, that burns away every equation he knew by breath. Your voice is a melody that drowns out every calculated plan on the tip of his tongue. Your mere presence — the steady guiding light of your M.I.N.D. beacon — pieces him together so gently, more human than machine. 

It’s a terrifying thing — to be stitched together so lovingly, to feel the weight of emotions more than the unchanging shape of numbers. It’s a foolish thing — to think of himself as a person and not a machine, a tool, a number in the data string. 

He loves you for it. He fears you for it. 

Because you make him more. Because you make him undefined. 

But he does not change. Because it’s him.

So here he remains. Trapped in a Möbius loop. Because it’s you. 

Lee is rational. 

He is not one to be swept into fleeting emotions. Reacting on impulse often leads to more messes and headaches. There is a logical explanation for everything. 

He knows this. He knows this. 

But there’s something about the sight before him that makes his jaw clench until metal grinds against metal. 

Maybe it’s the way your frame seems even smaller than usual as you kneel with one knee pressed against the floor, a sniper rifle that is not your own within your hands. Maybe it’s the way Wanshi curves against you, the white of his hair and outfit a stark contrast to the soft grays of your Gray Raven uniform as he embraces you like sea foam does the ocean waters. Maybe it’s the way you tilt your head just slightly towards him, his voice soft as he speaks. Maybe it’s the sharp glint in Wanshi’s golden gaze flitting over your shoulder as he notices Lee in the doorway.  Maybe it’s the smile upon Wanshi’s lips, the silent glee of a hawk with prized prey, as he bows his head and nearly brushes his lips against your ear.  Maybe it’s the way his hands drift over yours, adjusting your hold, then drift to ghost over your hips and shoulders, lingering just a little too long to merely correct your posture.

Maybe it’s all of them at once. 

It’s an ugly thing that flares to life in the metal confines of his chest, writhing and clawing at the cage of his ribs. It’s an ugly thing that spurs him into the shooting range, jaw clenched and fingers digging into his palms firmly enough to scrape metal against metal. 

He knows the name of it.

But Lee isn’t one to act on emotions. He has to be rational. He has to be level-headed. Someone has to be in order to keep Gray Raven out of trouble. 

But even so. 

It’s an ugly thing that rattles in his chest and claws up his throat. He tastes it on the back of his tongue as he steps up behind you.

“Commandant.”

He feels it burn like acid against his skin when golden eyes lock with his over your shoulder and Wanshi’s fingertips brush against the nape of your neck. 

He feels it oozing, seeping like blood at his feet, lapping at the edges of your clothes as you kneel upon the ground and finally, finally turn your attention up to him. 

Your smile is soft, gentle and welcoming as always. “Lee. Are you here to hide from Asimov for a while?” 

Lee frowns slightly, his brow furrowed. “Please don’t lump me in with you, Commandant.” 

You have no idea, do you? 

You laugh — a beautiful sound that soothes the ache in his chest only as you lean back, posture relaxing and Wanshi naturally shifting just a breath away. It’s still too close, in Lee’s opinion. There’s a burning in his fingertips, a twist in his wires that urges him to pry you free from the hawk’s talons. If it’s shooting advice you need, isn’t he enough? Do you doubt his skills? Or is he not close enough to you for you to ask such a thing of him? Has he done something, said something, or missed some sort of subtle hint that forced you to go to Wanshi instead? 

It’s an ugly thing that burns in his chest and drips like acid from his tongue. But he swallows it back. He is made of metal and numbers. 

Lee sighs, his voice steady as it always is — he forces it to be. “Did you forget?” 

You blink, head tilted slightly to the side and your silence is his answer. 

He tries to ignore the way Wanshi tilts his head ever so subtly in the same direction and the way the hawk’s hands still linger on your shoulders. 

“You’re going to be late to the meeting. Celica asked me to be sure you didn’t forget or run off to hide again.” 

“Ah.” The color momentarily drains from your face, lips twisting in a blanch. The butt of the rifle drifts down, away from the cradle of your shoulder as you set it down and look every bit the image of a cat grabbed by the scruff. “It wasn’t on purpose,” you mutter, “I really did forget.” 

If it weren’t for the hawk still pressed against your side, perhaps Lee would have smiled that small, subtle one you know him for. The one that vanishes if you pay it too much attention, fading like light refraction shifting rainbow hues to common daylight — a lasting secret only if you cradle it just right. 

But he does not smile as he shakes his head in exasperation and gently places his hand on your elbow. “Let’s go, unless you really want to be in trouble.” 

His movements are gentle as his hand on your arm guides you up, but his gaze is sharp and pointed on the hawk whose touch lingers too long as you move away to stand. 

That golden gaze only softens when you turn your head to Wanshi, that familiar somewhat sleepy expression splayed across his features as if it had always been there. As if a sleepy owl is all he has ever been and ever will be. 

“Sorry to run, Wanshi. Thanks for your time,” your voice is friendly as always, unaware, as you hand the rifle back to the Strike Hawk. 

Wanshi merely smiles softly and waves his free hand. “Take care, Commandant.” Golden eyes shift, just for a moment to glance over your shoulder at Lee before lazily gliding back to your face. His smile sharpens in the corners, too soft and subtle perhaps for you to notice — but Lee does. “You know where to find me.” 

Lee scowls, his hand on your elbow shifting and anchoring onto your shoulder. It is pure restraint that keeps him from digging his fingers into the folds of your clothes, and you merely take his gesture as a silent hint to keep moving — something innocent and friendly. So you let him coax you away by the shoulders as you offer a small farewell and final thanks to Wanshi and leave the room. He should be grateful you see his actions in such a light rather than for what they truly are. But that ugly feeling in his chest wails and mourns that you do not see through his act. 

Just before the door slides shut, Lee casts one last look over your shoulder to the construct who remained sitting where you left him. That sleepy expression is gone, replaced by something too patient and cold, too sharp and predatory as it follows your back. Wanshi smiles, the shape of it upon his lips every bit the silent threat — the promise — of a hawk’s shadow brushing over a rabbit. The cold metal of the door slides shut, separating you from the Hawk perched and waiting. 

It is only after he has guided you down the empty hallway far enough away from the shooting range for his nerves to settle that he realizes the weight of your gaze on him. You’re burning a hole through the side of his face and by the press of your lips he can tell you’re thinking something — worrying about something. His arm across your back slips away, his touch drifting down to your elbow in a soft brush — easily avoided. But you don’t. You allow the soft, ghost’s touch of his fingers against you. 

“What.” He’s frowning. He knows he is. 

You’ve known him long enough by now not to be deterred by his blunt speech or soured expression. If anything, perhaps you find comfort in it — familiarity in the easy banter you’ve developed with him and his dry humor. But there is thoughtful caution as you watch him now and he traces even the smallest movements in your gaze as you observe him. 

“I don’t have a meeting with Celica today.” 

There’s a note in your voice, subtle and easily missed. Light and almost airy — it’s the soft smile hidden in your voice that doesn’t play upon your lips. 

That tone is the only reason his reply is as blunt and dry as any other common conversation, “Gray Raven is truly in dire straits if our Commandant is suffering memory loss so early in age.” 

You laugh, a hand rising to hide the bright smile he adores. You have a bad habit of doing that — tucking smiles and laughter behind your hands as if they are stolen burdens not meant to trouble others. Perhaps the war has done that to you, or maybe it was something else — the cruel words of others. He never did narrow down the origin, as you’ve had that habit since the day he met you. 

You should smile more, he thinks, as your hand falls away from your lips and the small hint of a smile remains. It’s the same one that plays upon your lips whenever he brushes off his flustered expression as his cooling system failing. But just like those moments, you do not call him on his bluff. 

Instead, your hand shifts and taps his that still lingered on your elbow. “How are you holding up?” The worry in your voice is evident despite the light cheer you try to hide it behind. “We haven’t seen you lately. I know you like to keep busy but you’re not allowed to pick up Asimov’s workaholic tendencies.” 

Lee tilts his head to the side, his frown softening a fraction but his brow furrows even more. “Do you not read the reports I send?” 

“I read them, but that’s not what I asked.” Your hand on his shifts, interlacing your fingers together and if he were still made of flesh and bone perhaps you would have felt the way his heart would have stumbled, the way his fingers would have trembled. But he is made of metal and numbers, and he is still as the warmth of your hand sinks into his. “Are you alright, Lee?” 

That ugly ache in his chest finally settles, soothed by your touch, but his thoughts tumble over each other in a silent maelstrom. His gaze falls to your hand in his, the way the softness of your touch contrasts so cruelly with the hard metal of him. What is there to say in this situation? Progress is being made on the specialized frame, everything necessary to know is logged within the reports you receive daily. So why are you asking? Why are you worried? 

He won’t fail you or Gray Raven. Never. 

The only thing stopping him from fully syncing with the frame is just those— 

“Lee?” 

Your voice pulls him from his thoughts and he feels the way your hand squeezes his gently. He hears the concern in your tone, feels it brush against him like the warmth of a blanket —  cozy in its familiarity, even if it is foolish. Carefully, he returns the gesture, ever mindful of his strength. But as he lifts his gaze up to your face, his breath catches in the metal of his lungs. 

Red.

The hallway engulfed in red and black — scorched and burning. Smoke curls and spills from the warped, gaping doorways on the right, billowing up and crawling through the broken ceiling above. On his left is an opening in the wall that frames a hellscape beyond — the earth molten and burning, shimmering in the blazing heat as the roar of flames nearly drowns out the screams and wails, human and metal alike. The sky above, once blue and freckled with stars, is now shrouded by the gray billows of smoke and ash. 

Grounded. Ruined. Burning. 

When did they fall? How could Babylonia, the cradle of humanity, have fallen? 

His hands shake.

Something’s wrong.

Information pours into him, drowning him — the swell of the ocean crashing into a man lost and dehydrated in the desert. 

He sees the figures of soldiers — constructs — fighting off in the distance. But it is not the corrupted they turn their guns upon. In the smoke and flames, he sees humans. He hears their screams, despite the distance — despite the fire roaring around him. He sees the constructs fall upon each other when the fire and wounds claim the humans. He sees them burn and melt in the heat, sees the way they tear their own limbs from their bodies and the arc of sparks that sparkle in the smoke like mournful stars. 

Something in his hand pulls upon him— too soft, too gentle, too delicate for this hell. 

“Lee!” 

Your voice cuts through the smoke and ash to pull his attention back. 

His gaze snaps from the sprawling burning battlefield to your hands on his then up to your face. But the sight of you crushes the metal ribs in his chest. Blood. Blood trails from your nose and dots the corners of your eyes like ruby tears. A dried trail of blood lingers in the corner of your mouth, lips too pale despite the crimson that stains them. Your vitals aren’t showing in the corner of his vision and panic spikes in his chest. 

The virus. 

It’s the virus. 

You’re ill. 

You’re hurt. 

His hands fly to your face to wipe the corners of your eyes, to your neck to find your pulse. 

It’s fine. It’ll be fine. 

Liv. Where is Liv? 

He has to get you to her. 

Serums. 

You need serums. 

Lee doesn’t hear the way you call his name as his hands fly to his chest, patting down his pockets. Where are the serums? He always carried some on him for you. Where…. Where are they?

Did he drop them in the crash? 

Did they shatter? 

Your hands follow in the wake of his, trying to grasp and still him, but he doesn’t notice. 

You need help. 

You can’t stay here. 

He has to —-

“Lee!” 

Your hands cradle his face, holding him in place and forcing his gaze back on you. 

Immediately, he feels the weight of your connection, the steadying link of your beacon sheltering him. A piercing headache cuts through him, pierces him like a lance straight through his head. Crippling. Agonizing. It blinds his vision and nearly brings him to his knees as a shrill sound shatters his audio modular — the dying wails of a beast, a warning call drowning out the roar of the flames. 

Your hands, the warmth of your touch, and your voice calling his name are the only things that keep him on his feet. He blinks, vision clearing as your worried expression comes into view — he feels the way your concern bleeds from you through the connection, a hint of fear rippling in the undercurrents. 

“Lee?” Your thumbs brush against his cheeks. “What happened? Are you ok?” 

Lee swallows, fingers finding purchase in the folds of your shirt. “Yeah,” he steadies himself, forces the trembling in his fingers to cease as he begins to count. Numbers, strings, data — anything to calm himself. “Just a headache.” 

“A headache?” Your tone is incredulous, a scowl on your lips as you pull his face closer to yours. 

“It happens,” is all he says. His gaze lingers in the corners of your eyes and trails down to your lips. No blood. He pries one hand from the folds of your clothes and gently wraps it around your wrist, fingers pressing lightly against your pulse. Steady, normal. Your numbers match the vitals in the corner of his vision.

You’re ok. 

You’re safe.

“Lee,” his name is a short, clipped thing. 

Slowly, reluctantly, he pulls away from your grasp and you let him, fingers lingering against his cheeks before he is out of reach. Your gaze is a heavy thing upon him as he glances to his left. The metal wall remains intact and from the narrow window outside he can see the vast  black starry expanse of space. 

There is no fire.

There is no smoke. 

“I’m fine, Commandant.” Lee takes a breath, his attention returning to you as his expression returns to the neutral calm you know him for. “They happen, now and then. It’s fine.” 

Doubt needles against the back of his mind through your connection, nibbling on the edges of him like a mouse. You don’t believe him. He doesn’t blame you. 

Lee doesn’t like the expression on your face, the way your lips turn down in a frown weighted by worry or the slight shimmer in your eyes. Your hands find his again, warm and gentle. He does not pull away as you gently tug on his arm. 

“Let’s go back to the lounge.” 

Lee does not argue. Quietly, he follows you, his hand in yours as you lead the way down the hall. 

It feels natural — 

It feels like home — 

If you lead the way, your hands on him to guide, he would follow you anywhere. Even into —

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Thunder is the first thing he hears. 

Like the last wail of a dying man, it rumbles across the cold desolate landscape. A whale song unanswered. 

He knows it is not truly thunder, but rather the chaotic storm of information continuously flowing and merging into the center of this space, swallowed and devoured. It is the last sound made by those who came before and a warning to those who will come after. It is the sound of a body falling from the heavens, another stone constructing the Tower of Babel. 

Lee listens to it reverberate as he lingers on the last memory that flowed through him. 

How long has it been since he felt warmth — your warmth? 

Hard to say. Harder still to remember where ‘he’ originated from. Too many memories have been swallowed and merged into him, too much data compiled and stored for him to know which were originally ‘his’ and which came from ‘others’. 

What happened to you — to that version of you? 

Was it the fire that claimed you? Was it sickness? Was it age? Was it a bullet he failed to shield you from? Was it the corrupted he didn’t spot in time? Was it the Red Tide that swelled too quickly to stop?

Lee quiets.

Around him, data converges into ill begotten shapes only to crumble and shatter into streams of numbers. He feels it — in the not too distant future, in the not too far gone past — a ripple in “time”. Another version of ‘him’ who failed is falling from the Tower of Babel. 

He’s lost count of the bodies he has devoured. He’s lost count of the memories he has stored, stolen and kept. He’s lost count of the times he has failed.

The bodies pile up like stones. Brick by brick. One day he will reach the heavens. One day he will reach the top of the tower. 

He has to.He has to.

There is no other option.

Because there must be a world where you survive. There must be a future where you still exist.

Someone falls into this pitiful M.I.N.D., tucked into a corner of space and time long forgotten and overlooked. 

Another body. Another failure.

Lee sees ‘himself’ bloodied and wounded crumbled in a heap upon a shape made of data.

Thunder rumbles in the distance. A mournful wail. A warning.

Lee resigns himself once more and pulls ‘himself’ closer into the center of the storm.

He has to know what happened in that world of ‘his’. He has to learn. 

He only hopes he will see you again.

Even if only for a moment.

Even if it is only a fragment of a memory.

He misses you. 

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So first off, LOVE YOUR WRITING STYLE!

I was wondering if you could write a Sam Sulek x Female reader fic about them basically having dinner/ hanging out like on a date?? You can choose whether it’d be NSFW or not. Thank you so much!

a date sounds nice ? ♯ os

pairing; sam sulek x fem!reader

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wc: 1296

warning: smut, p in v (no condom bc its sam), fluff, body worship, reader is a slut

a/n: so sorry if the request took so much time, but here it is ! ! never give me heads up w "you can choose if its nsfw"

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You couldn’t get off your phone, nerves wrecking waiting for his phone call or a text. A few hours ago, you had the courage to ask Sam out on a date. Of course, you were scared of his reaction but he agreed and now here you are, waiting on your bed alone in your dark bedroom.

Changing your mind, you got up and left your phone on the bed, searching through your wardrobe, fingers grazing. A noise quickly followed the silence, making you shriek in fear. Running for the ringtone, you answered the call. “Yes! Hello?” On the other line was a voice very recognizable, “I’ll be here in 30 minutes” checking the clock you counted how long you’d take to get yourself ready, cursing in your head “Okay see you!” You hung up, rushing to get everything done by now.

One last time you checked your outfit, hair and makeup. Your cheeks started to heat up from anxiety and eagerness, desperately wanting to see Sam tonight. Just like the universe heard your mind someone knocked at your door, you went to open the door and saw him. Dressed up, but no hat. You were taken aback by this missing accessory that he always wear. “Take a picture, it will last longer” You chuckled and followed him behind.

The restaurant was pretty nice, the ambiance and looks were pretty fancy. You did feel out of your comfort zone, Sam chose the place, and you couldn’t deny the offer. Eyes scanning through the menu you heard someone talking to you, instinctively your head raised itself but your eyes followed later, you were met with Sam face, raising one eyebrow. “I’m sorry, you said something? I wasn’t listening” A hand was hiding the smirk that grew on your face, embarrassed that you didn’t listen. “I was asking if you found something to your liking?” You nodded and told him, he searched for a waiter and asked to order.

Since It was the bulk, Sam ordered a very high calorie dish, not a care in the world if the amount might scare a lot of other fitness influencer. He could take way much scarier and bigger. You took a simple thing but enjoyed, savored every bite of it. Sam kept you in news of what happened during the long times that you two didn’t get to share together because of the distance. You listened to him so dearly, a smile wide enough to reach your ears by how happy you were to hear his voice and be with his presence alone. Nobody to disturb us or to ask him questions.

Throughout the night Sam hand grazed yours, he didn’t dare to fully settle down his massive palm on your hand. It did nothing to calm your nerves and desire for him, legs bouncing up, pushing yourself deeper in your tight heels. Possibly Sam made those approaches on accident because of how pretty tiny the table was, he took most of the frame with his massive physique, and it may or may not give you a misconception of proportion to the table, or everything else surrounding him.

Evening was great, you enjoyed each hour, minutes and even seconds with the man you loved. Tension began to rise between you two, Sam holding your hand while walking with you. “So the date was a good idea?” He laughed and that warmed your heart and you clutched his hand tighter. “Couldn’t say any better” Your eyes were locked on the sky. Not noticing that he was directly staring at your face, you abruptly felt it, eyes burning holes onto your sides. Peeking at your side, you saw Sam looking at you, with fuming desire. Your head went down, searching for distraction by how flustered you were by the tiniest interaction. “Want to come back to my place perhaps” His voice broke your chains of thoughts and you instinctively nodded.

Now here you are, panting against his ear as he attack your neck with kisses and bites. Bruising your delicate skin, his strong hands gripped your butt, holding on to dear life. Your fingers ran through his chestnut messy curls, you’ve never felt this excited towards him, you did have a slight crush on him for a long time since you’ve met him. What’s happening right now was many of your secrets fantasy about you and Sam, that’s why you can’t stop or push him away.

You moaned next to his ear, stomach burning with desire and impatience, wanting Sam to reach down there with his hands. He detached himself from your neck and glared at you, eyes blown off with lust, panting with hunger. Your hands reached for his shirt and hastily stripped off his body, ogling at his pecs and abs. Your mouth drooled by the magnificent view, your hands touching every crease and hard muscles. Everything was defined and well-sculpted on him, something was catching your eyes like a shiny jewel and you wandered further until you noticed it. His costume pants seemed to be very tight in his crotch area, you licked your lips. Sam hand went back to your butt and fondled it. You squirmed against your seat and took a breath of courage to reach for it and squeeze slightly, you heard a low hiss coming from Sam’s mouth. “Fuck yeah… You can play with it” It was the only signal you needed to unfasten his pants and reach for his cock, his sheer sized shocked you and burned your core. It was big, long and pretty heavy against your hand.

“Can… Can I suck you” Your words made him blush from your boldness, he agreed, watching you very closely has you got on your knees. You opened your mouth and took the tip inside, he tasted heavenly. His fingers surrounded your head and gripped harshly so he could push you to go deeper. “Don’t worry, just go a bit deeper” Your eyes watered a bit from the outright size, his sweetness invaded your whole throat and you happily accepted it.

Bed creaking loudly against Sam harsh thrust, he destroyed your pussy and didn’t hold back. No mercy was given to you, mind foggy and a grumbling, moaning mess underneath him. You let him take you however he wanted, no. Pleaded him, well, you didn’t remember. The only thing that crossed your mind was your walls were being abused by his manhood, your climax was taunting you close by. Hands reaching for balance, scratching his shoulders to bring him closer to you as you asked him to twist your guts. “Fuck you’re close, huh? Yeahh” The heels of your feet punched against his lower back, vision fogging and euphoria hit you like a train. You felt your legs spasm and shaking as the build-up of pleasure ripped through your sore body. Sam’s hips snapped even faster and harder, tip abusing your poor cervix. You thought he wanted to kill you by how animalistic he was with your body, his groans and grunts were finally audible, he was close too. “Y-Yes, please give it to me baby!” He succumbed to your pleading and his thrust became sloppy and with one final push, he came inside you. Not thinking twice about the fact he had no protection, he couldn’t care less since he’s inside the woman he loves dearly.

He lifted himself off from you, releasing you from his heavy body to pant hard next to you. “I can’t believe we fucked…” You chuckled and nuzzled your head onto the crook of his neck, breathing in his natural odor. He hugged you tightly, kissing your cheeks. You’re glad he accepted your date offer and this lustful night finished like this, beside the only Samuel you ever loved fully with your heart.

[hotwritergf]

okay i’m rlly sorry it’s not a prompt but i would love to hear more of your general thoughts on knismo!eddie <3 bc yeah it’s canon basically

oh babie i can talk about this all day!!

Knismo!Eddie my beloved<3

I did these as headcanons I hope that’s okie!

He’s a switch imo, at least that’s how I see him!! I don’t think he leans either way, a solid 50/50 switch.

He’s a fucking terrifying (in a good way obviously!!) ler. I can imagine this mf and his verbal teasing but in his DM voice? Or using dnd as a game in order to tickle you. Like “here roll the D20 and if its an odd number you get tickled, if its an even number I get to tickle you” and you’re so flustered you don’t even realise it’s lose/lose choice for you.

He’s definitely ticklish. I think his worst spots (like most people think) would be his hips. I mean look at that man’s waist. Also his tummy? He’s such a “I’m a grown man look at me I’m tattooed and I smoke drugs and drink I’m not ticklish” mf. But yet when Steve blows a raspberry on his tummy he becomes mush and doesn’t even push him off him (when he definitely can.)

He’s a kicker!! Flails around and screeches!!

100% includes the tickle monster in his dnd campaign, and if you get killed? You’re getting tickled in real life too.

He can only say the word tickle if he’s in a ler mood, if he’s in a lee mood? Absolutely no chance. He’d sooner throw away his guitar.

Certified neck biter™️

Uses his hair to tickle people, like holding a few strands in his fingers and swiping them across their necks/under their chins.

His fingers are fast and calloused bc he plays guitar.

“Stay still let me practice this song!!” As he pretends you’re his guitar.

Bite bite bites you

Loves hates when people sneak up behind him and squeeze his sides and he squeals when it happens.

“Sure I’ll stop tickling you, but you gotta say I’m a rock god.”

If he knows one of his friends is ticklish, he’ll tell them and show them how their friend reacts, just to add a little chaos.

Giggly little baby!!

Will slide his feet into someone’s lap when they’re watching a movie and act like he isn’t begging to be tickled. Be nice to him that boy is touch starved.

His brain will short circuit if he’s asked if he’s ticklish, he has no idea to respond. People don’t expect him to be ticklish bc he’s “scary looking” (obviously he’s not. He’s just a baby!!!)

Sometimes when he’s a tickling someone a little roughly, you can feel his rings and those things are cold.

He’s so easily flustered, especially if he hears the word tickle in public and he’s not expecting it. His ears burn when he hears it.

Blushing!! When!! He’s!! Pinned!! Down!!

Rips holes in his shirts in hopes that someone will wiggle a finger inside them!

Stretches so obnoxiously in hope someone tickles him.

Wayne used to play fight with him when he was a kid, purely bc he needed to tire that adhd ridden boy out before he sent him to bed. He used to tickle him a lot to wear him out!!

When he’s been wrecked™️ he smiles for hours afterwards, until his cheeks ache.

Thank you SO much for this ask!! As a knismo myself, my brain melted a little bit reading this ask and writing these!! Mwah. Have a great day, love ya <3

[infinite-orangepeel]

(kinda based on the last ask) okay but now i’m thinking about steve inviting eddie to his gym and he only agrees because steve working out while making those little whines and pants?? obviously he’s going, but nope he made a mistake because now he has to pretend to work out (gross) and be publicly flustered by steve…

recently turned this gym partner steddie ficlet into a fully fledged 6.5k ao3 fic. feel free to check out the added filth here <333 mwah and thank you again to anon for the prompt that inspired it !

read pt.2 here !

read pt. 3 here !

your mind !! giving you a round of applause for this one !

okay so steve shows up in the tiniest gym shorts he owns and a white crop top bc he gets really sweaty—which eddie quickly finds he’s extremely turned on by. and ofc steve’s kinda oblivious to the real reason why eddie asked him if they could workout together. so he just takes eddie around the gym and shows him how to use the cardio machines, free weights, bench press etc. not batting an eyelash at the obvious hard-on eddie’s now sporting beneath his own shorts bc he’s too distracted by trying to get a good workout in.

and the thing is, steve’s been a member at this gym for quite some time now and he’s well known around town (ex-jock/popular kid and what have you). so a bunch of his old teammates/acquaintances from high school stop by to chat with him as he leads eddie through their workout.

which only adds fuel to the fire—for a multitude of reasons—bc some of the guys are a little too handsy with steve as they make small talk. they’ll smack his ass, making it jiggle obscenely in those extra-small shorts, or they’ll reach over to teasingly twist one of his perky pink nipples through his fitted t-shirt. it’s all the stereotypical, jock-y, borderline homoerotic locker room, bullshit eddie used to pay witness to after gym class in school. the type of shit he used to roll his eyes at and ignore to the best of his ability.

but now, with steve harrington right in front of him, letting out all these breathy little moans and sighs as he exercises, getting fondled like a piece of meat by whoever can get their hands on him—eddie can’t quite ignore it. he quickly becomes a mixed bag of emotions, as steve reps out more bicep curls and socializes; jealous, confused, and unbearably horny.

bc god does steve look appetizing. he’s dripping sweat, smells deliciously musky, his veins are swollen from the exertion, his tits are all too visible through his dampened shirt, and the outline of his cock is readily on display in those shorts. the head of it almost peeking out from the hem every time he moves too quickly. and his ass looks so plump and round, eddie wants to sink his teeth into it asap.

but worst (best) of all are the sweet cries of effort he’s continually making. it’s a dangerous fucking game for eddie to be next to him right now. he can hardly take it, so he tries to palm himself just a little bit over the pants, as steve pushes his body to finish the set. he’s moaning so high in his throat to get the weight up the rest of the way and eddie knows if he just closed his eyes, he could easily imagine those pretty noises in a very different context. but if he allowed himself to do that, he’d also probably cum on the spot, so he grits his teeth and tries to avoid looking at steve for the time being.

and later on, when they go back to the locker room to get changed and shower off, eddie thinks he’s in the clear. he breathes a sigh of relief and can’t wait to get home so he can jerk off to the thought of steve’s gorgeous little sounds.

but when he goes to enter one of the gym shower stalls and starts to rinse off, he finds himself forcibly pressed up against the tile wall.

“y’know,” steve whispers hotly in his ear, licking the shell of it and nibbling on the lobe, “i’ve heard sex burns a decent amount of calories and since you were doing a lot more staring than lifting today, i’d say that might be a good way for you to make up for it.”