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Baby Fever

Summary: Hobie calls you over while babysitting Mayday. Characters: Hobie x GN!Reader, Mayday Word Count: 434 Warnings: fluff A/N: n/a

"You're getting pretty soft there, Hobes." You flashed a gentle, loving smile as you watched his long arms drape over Mayday.

"Nah, I'm not bruv." He huffed through his nostrils, his face just teetering on the edge of a smile as he looked down at the toddler. There was something about that little girl, 'Spiderling' as most of HQ called her, that literally had his heart melting. Despite how tough his exterior was he didn't think he'd ever be one to deny babysiting Mayday.

"I don't know, babes. I think I can see you melting right there." You teased, hand coming to gently run over the sleeping toddlers head. "Isn't she just the cutest?" You whispered, leaning in to press a small kiss on his cheek.

"She's just a rebel in training. Gonna be the best anarchist, ain't ya?" He hummed, looking down at her with that gentle smile of his.

☆ 'friendly' practice

prompto argentum x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: prompto asks [name] if they could practice kissing to learn for when they have future partners. many feelings get shared in the process. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

prompto and [name] were inseperable.

the two had known eachother for the longest time - even longer than prompto knew noctis, or gladio, or ignis. it was always just prompto and [name], the way it always was and will be.

the two, being best friends and all, had a lot in common. they shared the same taste in music, games and practically everything else that a person could think of.

surprisingly, the men both also had never had a romantic partner before. they'd never felt the romantic touch of another, or even been kissed before. they definitely had a lot in common for that reason too. yet, it was completely normal to [name] and prompto having no romantic partners.

[name] didn't mind not having a partner, as he actually had a crush on someone. of course, that someone was none other than his best friend. prompto.

on the other hand, prompto always moped, and moaned, and whined about not having a partner. he'd always dream about having someone to love, but he was always scared of making a move on anyone. [name] thought it was funny, and quite cute too.

[name] always felt that prompto was oblivious to his feelings, even if he tried to subtly hint at them. prompto never asked [name] out, and [name] always thought it was because prompto was straight. however, [name] was far off. he just didn't know how prompto actually felt himself.

it was a usual friday evening, the two men were hanging out at [name]'s place. they were doing the usual things - playing games on the console, eating snacks and talking about stuff. it was the usual bro things they did. yet, something seemed quite unusual about this night. prompto was sitting there silent, as if he was internally debating something. of course, [name] was curious.

"what're you thinking so much for?" [name] asked as he paused the game that they were playing, placing his console down on the nearby table. "you seem to be in deep thought about something." [name] hummed, narrowing his eyes at his best friend.

prompto sighed before he put his own controller down on the table. he then pouted as he looked over at [name]. [name] couldn't tell where this conversation was headed.

"you know how we've.. never had any partners before right?" prompto asked, still seemingly deep in thought. [name] nodded in response to prompto's question, confused as to where this conversation was headed. "so we've both never been kissed before, right?" prompto continued asking, getting another nod from [name].

[name] didn't hope this conversation was headed where he thought it was. however, he had to admit, he wouldn't really mind.. kissing prompto. it was something he thought about practically all the time because he had such a huge crush on his best friend.

prompto then hummed and he leaned forward, his pout changing from a pout to a smirk. "well, why don't we kiss then?" prompto asked, his voice sort of smug and confident, a side of prompto not many got to see.

suddenly, prompto realised the weight of his words and he backed away. his eyes widened slightly and he looked away from [name], a blush forming on his cheeks as he did so.

"uhm.. as friends of course. so we can practice for our future partners.." prompto chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. he then looked at [name] and grinned nervously, hoping that his best friend didn't think of this idea as weird or anything.

[name] stared at prompto in shock for a few seconds. his eyes were slightly wide and his mouth was agape. of course prompto had to say something that [name] was thinking about.. they were best friends and they could practically read eachothers minds.

then, [name] let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. he closed his mouth and he face shrunk back to how it was normally. the whole room felt hot now. [name] couldn't believe that prompto had suggested such a thing, but he wasn't entirely opposed to it.

"sure." [name] nodded and he gulped before speaking once again. "i mean, if it's to practice for our future partners then sure, i don't see why not." [name] continued, his voice practically sounding like a mouse squeaking.

in reality, [name] was really hoping that this was practice for when he had prompto would become an item. yet, he'd never have the guts to admit that to his best friend. ever.

"great." prompto chuckled, still looking at [name] with a grin. he was so happy, ecstatic even that [name] accepted his offer. "i thought you were going to say no or something.." prompto admitted, still chuckling nervously.

"i'd never say no to you, prompto. you're my best friend after all." [name] whispered, leaning in closer to prompto and not leaving that much space between them.

the room was now feeling hot for both men, and their was an air of romance in the room too that none of them were going to mention. this was definitely something more than just friends practising. there was obviously hidden, harboured feelings from both parties.

"that's.. really good to know." prompto gulped, his eyes meeting [name]'s as the two of them leaned forward. they were closer than ever. they had never been this face to face before - it was something entirely new for them.

the two then finally closed the minimal gap that was left between them. their lips met in a kiss, the kiss that was the first for the both of them.

it felt like pure heaven. it felt like the greatest thing that either had experienced throughout their years on earth. it was truly the best feeling ever, and the two never wanted it to end. they wanted to share this feeling with eachother for as long as they could.

[name] then suddenly pushed prompto down onto the couch so he'd lay down on his back. the two were then making out, barely even just kissing at this point. it was like a battle, it was as if this make out session was the last thing that the two men were going to share before dying. it definitely wasn't something just between two friends now. it was something more. it was romantic.

prompto gasped and he pulled away for air, coughing slightly as he did so. he couldn't believe what he had just done with [name], and [name] couldn't fully believe it either.

"wow.." prompto mumbled to himself, breathing in and out heavily to relax himself from what had just happened. he then smiled before he looked up at [name]. "that was amazing.. and definitely worth practising with you. we should do this more often-"

prompto was then cut off by [name] pressing his lips against the blonde's yet again. [name] didn't even hesitate, he just swooped in and kissed prompto again. this was something he had wanted for years, and he wasn't going to waste his opportunity at all.

"i want to do this more.." [name] then muttered against prompto's lips. his eyes were closed as he drank in the taste of his best friend's lips. "but as a couple. not as a friend. i don't want to dance around my feelings any longer."

the blonde couldn't believe what he was hearing. yeah, he had liked [name] but he never thought that [name] liked him back. he had only offered the kissing practice to see if [name] truly did have feelings for him, and everything now confirmed it.

prompto nodded and he pulled away from [name] yet again, holding onto his shoulder. he couldn't believe what had just happened, it was all so quick, but he wasn't complaining. he had wanted this to happen for so long after all.

"of course.. i'd love for us to be a couple." prompto replied, pulling [name] into a hug. "i've always wanted us to be a couple, but i guess i was just too much of a coward to say anything that's why i moaned about being single so much." prompto laughed at himself as he recalled all of the times he probably ended up annoying [name] with his constant whines.

"it's official then. we're boyfriends." [name] hummed as he hugged prompto back, never wanting to let go of his boyfriend. ever. he wanted to stay like this, with prompto in his arms, for as long as he could - which was preferably forever.

prompto hummed in agreement and he nodded. he felt so glad that their unknown feelings had now become known. it was the best feeling in the world, better than all the kissing he and [name] had just done.

"yep, we're boyfriends now." prompto whispered, grinning to himself as he got held by [name]. this was officially the best day ever.

"now then.." [name] cleared his throat, pulling away from the hug slightly. "shall we get back to practising?" [name] smirked.

it was going to be a long night for prompto…

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☆ he loves me, he loves me not [part two]

gojo satoru x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: you love gojo as more than a friend, but he loves geto - not you, and its almost as if he rubs it in your face all the time. (meant to be viewed as unrequited love.)

the lowercase is intentional !

- minor jujutsu kaisen spoilers under the cut !

[part one]

a few days later, you saw gojo and geto. they were together, as always. but today was different. something about how they were together was different.

then, gojo spots you and waves at you, gesturing for you to come over. reluctantly, you walk over to him, dragging your feet across the floor of the school. "[name]! it's good to see you." gojo smiled and geto nodded along with him.

"i just wanted to say.. thanks for your advice!" gojo blushed, slightly embarrassed by what he was saying. "me and suguru.. are an item now. we're boyfriends!" gojo looked at geto, an even wider, brighter smile on his face. gojo's smile could light up a whole room, you thought.

your heart shattered into a million pieces, but you had to hide the hurt you were feeling. you had to be happy for gojo, even if that meant he wasn't happy with you, but with geto. "oh.. congrats you two." you hum, nodding at the two of them. you bite your lip back to try and stop the tears from flowing.

for the first time, you felt jealous. that was the other emotion you felt whenever gojo talked about geto. jealousy. you wished you were geto so bad. you wanted to be in his place. you wanted to be gojo's boyfriend. but you wanted gojo to be happy.. even if that meant he wasn't with you.

"i'll be going, i just.. realised one of my friends wanted to hang out with me." you smile awkwardly before rushing off. you had no other friends, it was only gojo for you. you never needed anybody else.

neither gojo or geto could say anything before you rushed off. the two of them walked off too, doing whatever gay, teenage couples would do. the fact that they acted so couple-y, even if they didn't really, made you sick to the stomach. it filled you with jealousy. it filled you with the thought of what could've been. sometimes you feel like both of them knew you liked gojo and they were showing off in spite. in reality, that was your mind altering things.

you weren't angry at geto though, you couldn't be. it was so obvious gojo liked geto from the start. you were just so blinded by your own feelings to realise their secret romance. all the signs were there, but you were so naive. so caught up in your own world thinking gojo will like you back.

and then, a year later, the worst thing could've happened. geto went out of his way and massacred a village of non sorcerers.

gojo was devistated. the one he loved, the one who was his best friend, his one and only, had went ahead and betrayed the jujutsu society. gojo couldn't understand why. he thought everything was okay, he tried to make sure everything was okay with geto. but it seemed like him trying wasn't enough. nobody could change geto's mind now, not even gojo.

gojo was devistated. why hadn't geto talked to him about it? why didn't they figure a way to resolve this? why did geto do such a thing? the questions stuck in gojo's mind, they flooded and swarmed his thoughts, never leaving.

and of course, one thing led to another and the two of them broke up. it was no longer a soppy, teen romance movie. it was the harsh reality of living as a jujutsu sorcerer. gojo couldn't change reality, no matter how strong he was. he was stuck, alone, without his one and only, living in a bleak and empty world.

you wanted to help gojo, but you couldn't. you didn't want to meddle with his affairs when your own feelings would come into play. your feelings would get the better of you, you thought, which was probably the truth too. you'd rather watch gojo heal himself, or not, from the sidelines rather than stick yourself into his business and make your relationship with him worse than it already was.

you always knew gojo wouldn't like you. you weren't geto. you weren't the one who was always by his side whenever he needed someone for comfort. you weren't the one who made him laugh, or smile, or feel loved. you were just [name]. a friend, or even worse, just an acquaintance to gojo. someone who helped him get with the actual boy he loved, only for that boy to shatter his heart into millions of pieces.

you finally accepted that it was never meant to be between you and gojo. it was geto that was his soulmate, not you. and it was never meant to be you. that's what pained you the most.

yes, you could try fighting for gojo, but you knew he wasn't in the right state of mind for it. his heart was broken, torn in two over and over again until there were no pieces left. it would be like taking advantage, so you kept quiet. you let gojo be. you let him be the strongest on his own, facing his own feelings.

you finally accepted yourself that he will never love you. you were not geto, and your love with gojo was never meant to be.

☆ author's note: this took me ages to write because i had no idea what to write as a second part.. i only had 1 part in mind so this is for all of the people that asked for a 2nd part to be fair. i hope you guys like it and it doesn't seem rushed.

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☆ the truth unfolds

kunikida doppo x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: [name] was an undercover spy at the armed detective agency. eventually, his motives for becoming a detective at the agency soon unfold and everyone knows the truth. kunikida happens to be the most devistated.. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

"how could you?!" kunikida yelled at you, furious by your actions. "i trusted you! i loved you!" he spat out, not being able to hold in his anger from you for any longer.

you happened to be an undercover spy at the armed detective agency. you worked for an underground organisation trying to get information about everyone and everything in the armed detective agency. you managed to get all of the information and you were about to give it to your boss, but it was too late.

the members of the agency found out using ranpo's ability. ranpo had his suspicions about you, but he decided to not say anything about you. then, a few months after you were accepted into the agency, ranpo decided to check up on you. you were exposed for being a liar, a fraud and a spy.

it was inevitable, of course. you knew about ranpo's 'ability' beforehand. people warned you about it, saying it's the greatest ability ever known to mankind or some other bullshit. yet, you were so naive. you still decided to go through with the job your boss gave you - infiltrate the armed detective agency and get all of the information you can. of course, you were found out.

you had grown close to practically all of the members of the agency. for the job, or your own satisfaction? nobody will know. however, you had gotten extremely close to the idealist - kunikida doppo.

you two spent practically every day together. whether it was on missions, working on reports or complaing about dazai - you two were together. the two of you were so close even that kunikida fell for you. he forgot about searching for an ideal woman because all he needed was you, his ideal man.

but of course, you were a spy and the word spread quick throughout the agency and kunikida found out.

"how could you?!" kunikida yelled at you, furious by your actions. "i trusted you! i loved you!" he spat out, not being able to hold in his anger from you for any longer.

you scoff as you hear kunikida's words. "why do you need to know about what i do with my life? you can go and play the good guy, but every good guy needs a bad guy to complete the story!" you yelled back of him. "i don't care if you trusted me or loved me, i don't feel the same! i never did." you lied, of course. you couldn't act vulnerable infront of kunikida. you couldn't tell h how you truly felt.

"you're not even a bad guy anymore." kunikida stands there with his fists clenched by his sides and his jaw tightened. he felt so heartbroken by what you did. he really though you were special, that maybe the two of you could've actually been something. "you're evil! horrible! despicable even! i can't believe you'd do something like that." he was still yelling at you, but this time tears were welling in his eyes and his voice was breaking.

"i really thought we had something, [name]. i thought that you felt the same as me.. but of course i was so naive and blinded by what i felt for you - love. compassion. two things you didn't have for any members of the agency. not a drop." tears were now flowing down kunikida's face. "i hate that i trusted you. i hate that i loved you." those were his last words to you.

all of the words kunikida said to you suddenly struck deep. you were in the wrong. you always were. yet, you also fell for him the same way he feels for you. but, you couldn't tell him that anymore. he hated you, along with the other members of the agency.

you chuckle slightly mockingly, realising the weight of your actions. "well.. i guess the truth unfolds eventually, doesn't it?"

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☆ birthday dinner

kunikida doppo x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis : it's kunikida's birthday and you decide to treat him to some dinner after work. (can be viewed as romantic or platonic)

the lowercase is intentional !

it's a normal day at the agency... except for the fact that it happens to he kunikida's birthday. kunikida wasn't the type to boast about his birthday like others, he kept personal stuff like that to himself. kunikida either mentioned his birthday to you before or you overheard him slip it out of his mouh when speaking to someone else. either way, you knew kunikida's birthday - it was today, the 30th of august.

you spot kunikida sitting at his desk, writing something in his notebook whilst muttering something to himself. you decide to walk up to him and clear your throat. "hello kunikida." you smile warmly at the man infront of you. he looks up at you and gives you a small smile back. "good morning, [name], what can i do for you?" he asks before closing his notebook.

"today's your birthday, right?" you ask him with an eyebrow raised. he's a bit taken aback by the question - he didn't think you knew his birthday or even remembered it if he mentioned it to you. "why yes.. it is my birthday today." kunikida rubs the back of his neck, a slight pink tint on his cheeks out of embarrassment. "well, i was wondering if you have any plans after work then?" you start, breathing in deeply. "i know you're always caught up with your ideals and your schedule, but, i was wondering if you were free? so we could.. go out to dinner! my treat, of course." you smile a bit wider, hoping kunikida didn't think your question was weird or out of the norm.

kunikida's eyes widen. did he hear correct or was he dreaming? "you want to.. go out for dinner with.. me, correct?" he asks, just to make sure you're not messing with him. you immediately nod at his question. "yeah, if you're not busy of course! i just want to treat you for your birthday.." you spoke nervously, fiddling with your hands that were out of kunikida's view.

kunikida pondered for a second. he opened up his notebook again and flipped through the pages to his schedule for today. "it seems to be your lucky day. i have no plans for this evening." he looks up from his notebook and at you with a small, soft smile. "great! we can go as soon as we finish work then, just as i planned!" you grin even wider, happy that kunikida accepted your invitation. "i'll be waiting for you till then!"

you start to make your way back to your own desk before turning around. "happy birthday, by the way!" you call out, finally making it to your desk. kunikida's face flushes as he hides himself in his hands. he really hopes nobody overhead your yelling, he didn't want the attention on him. unfortunately for kunikida, dazai overhead your yelling and started laughing. "ooh~ kunikida it's your birthday?" dazai asks, making his way to now tease and pester the blonde.

the day went by quickly and soon enough, your day at the agency has come to an end. you walk over to kunikida's desk and wait for him to finish. he spots you and smiles. "are you waiting for me now?" he chuckled, standing up from his chair and tucking it in. "we can go now, i'm ready." kunikida says, straightening out his outfit to look more presentable. "alright then, follow me." you hum, exiting the agency's office.

eventually, the two of you reach a nice, cosy restaurant. there aren't much people inside so a server seats you two quickly. you both sit down and scan the menu before ordering for yourselves.

"thank you, really, [name]." kunikida spoke softly with a smile on his face. "i'm glad you asked me out to dinner, i don't ever do much for my birthday but this year it's different because of you." he's genuinely estatic. his insides felt so warm because you decided to treat him for his birthday. "oh, it's no problem really!" you blush slightly, looking down at the table infront of you. "we can do this more often.. not just for your birthday, you know." you look back up at kunikida and smile. "of course." kunikida nods at you, pushing his glasses up.

"this has been the best birthday ever, [name]." kunikida whispered. "thank you again."

☆ author's note: my first post on tumblr hope you enjoy. yes kunikida's birthday was yesterday but whatever. do request if you want me to write something for you!

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- smut / nsfw

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Forgotten But Not Forgiven

(Inspired by a fic I read, I can't remember the name but if anyone finds it lmk so I can tag/credit the author)

You had been around for a long time, longer than most of the surviving gods in this era of the world.

You were not, however, credited for your deed towards humanity and its successes.

You had risen to power around the same time as Morax. It would be safe to say he would not have risen so high without you.

While you had only been a minor god, your intelligence had proven to be quite useful in the era of strength you were born into. An era of buff toddlers, you used to say.

Using this intelligence, you had decided to aid the up and coming Morax in the Archon War, as well as before it. You gained many followers due to this, as well as territory.

You did your best to protect your people, but you could only do so much against the raw strength of the power hungry deities wanting not only your lands, but your intellect as well.

Morax and his precious Guizhong had pressured you into a contract. forcing you to abandon your people to give them the upper hand in the war. You had agreed on the terms that your people would remain unharmed and safe.

This was not the end result that occurred, much to your sadness. You had been tricked by the infamous duo of the earth.

Prior to this deception, you had been close to the two gods, to the point where you could have said they were your friends and confidants. You hadn't thought of the possibility that they were using you for your power. You had thought that they were truly as loyal to you as you were to them.

You wanted to kill them both right then and there, tear them to shreds where they sat, watch as their confident body posture wilted as they passed on to the next plane of existence. But, you were not only bound by contract to see them through to a throne of the Seven, you were craving a deeper revenge, one much crueler than a quick and merciful death.

Over time, your anger concentrated onto one of the two, Morax. You had found out that Guizhong had not known that your people would be sacrificed to win the war. Once she had found out, it was too late.

Some time before her death, she had tried to reconcile with you. However, you were not so keen as to forgive her so easily. So, you made a deal, a contract.

She had to help you retrieve your lands back, as well as any descendants of what were once your people. She had agreed, desperate to regain your friendship.

The hard part was sneaking around behind the now Rex Lapis' back, as he seemed to always want the dust goddesses presence. Lucky for the two of you, he had the pressing matter of sorting out his new found responsibilities. Not so lucky for the two of you, he wanted Guizhong's help to do so.

This sparked a fight between them, pushing their already strained relationship further and further. This would be one of the last times they would talk.

Guizhong seemed to drift farther away from Morax as she drew closer to you once more.

You had to admit, you had missed her during your time apart. Her quick wit could rival your own on some topics, and her compassion was refreshing in the world of war and violence.

After regaining your land, and setting up ways for your people to prosper, you had continued to draw closer to the lady of dust.

That's why, when she perished fighting for the lord of geo, you felt as if you had once again been stabbed in the back. Deep down, you knew she had not meant to leave you all alone again, but you could not process that in your grief.

But this time, you would not publicly display your anger. No, this time would be different.

This time, you would not be forgotten and thrown away like useless trash.

After all, He was the reason she was gone. He was the reason your people had been so brutally wiped out and your lands had been taken from you.

He would pay for what he had done.

(I might work on a part two or more, lmk if I should!)

Gold x M!reader (NSFW under the cut)

Mr. Gold who gave up hoping for a change. 20 years spent the exact same way. Nothing changed, or moved on.

Mr. Gold who was rather ruthless with his rent deals, and kept to himself outside of it.

Mr. Gold who went to collect his rent money, and found a new tenant. Young, fresh faced, new to town. Stumbled into it one their way away from the big city.

Mr. Gold, who for all intents and purposes needed to do a thorough interview to make sure said new tenant could pay rent on time.

Mr. Gold who learned everything about his new tenant. No one knew has come to Storybrooke for as long as it existed.

Mr. Gold who quickly fell for the young new mind. Hired him to help run the pawn shop so he could have a day off every now and then.

Mr. Gold who slowly entices this new tenant into a favorable position. Who quickly gets way over his head and underestimates him.

Mr. Gold that quickly learns his new employee knew every way to fuck him under the sun.

Mr. Gold who almost gets worried his neighbors overheard how loud he was, moans and shouts and beg.

Mr. Gold who never begged untill it was for you cock, stretching and filling him.

Yes! Wolverine & Deadpool having a brat off? Both sub brat bottoms competing for reader? Maybe ending up in a 3way relationship

Logan Howlett x Cable variant male reader x Wade Wilson

Headcanons

I like cable, so, cable variant reader. i had a lot of fun writing this, so i hope yall enjoy.

You were a variant of cable, that much was clear when Logan and Wade first met you in the void. The mechanical eye and arm were a pretty clear tell.

And Wade, already knowing his own Cable, immediately started squealing and trying to jump at you to hug you and kiss you all over in the way Deadpool is known for. Of course you throw him off you, maybe even shoot him once or twice, because who wouldn’t.

You and Logan were both pretty gruff guys, with pasts of your own that made you that way, where Wade was just his annoyance self. It helped keep everything less tense though, especially in the fight against Cassandra.

In the end, you somehow got dragged along to the big fight, and you being a cable variant got different versions of Deadpool to start fawning over you during the whole fight sequence with them.

After it all was done and over with, you also got dragged along to Wades timeline. You were different enough to his cable to fit in without the universe ripping itself apart, and what could you say, you had grown to like these two, as much as you butted heads.

Blind Al was immediately against both you and Logan moving in, since there was barely any room at all. She did appreciate you being able to cook though, and the fact that you could jump across time to get her cocaine from the future.

In the end, Wade, Logan and you move out together after taking different jobs, and getting paid by the TVA to deal with variants making their way into this universe. You bring Mary poppins obviously.

You couldn’t tell when it all got romantic, neither could Logan and Wade honestly. You all lives together, and it youd left Wade in charge of getting beds, like the idiots you were. And of course he got one of those Alaskan king beds

Wade pouted and whined about how you were all so close, and how he was hairless all over so of course he needed to cuddle between you and Logan for warmth. It resulted and some fighting, Wade getting impaled by Logans claws, and you scruffing them both to pull them apart like scrabbling cats.

In the end you guys keep the bed though, and end up sleeping together with you in the middle. Logan has a preference to sleep on your mechanical arm, since he can’t break it easily, and wade just likes to tuck himself as deep into the crook of your arm as possible, always moaning about man stench and how nice and hairy you are.

That always results in you rolling over so your backs towards him, deciding to just spoon Logan instead. And yes, you do notice the little cocky smirk on his lips when you do it, especially when he makes sure Wades watching. Its only when Wade starts rolling on the bed whining like a shot dog that he’s so cold and lonely that you roll back over to let him cuddle against you again.

Logan isn’t the most affectionate guy in the beginning, where Wade is too much. Its clear to you that they’re both acting like this as a defense mechanism, and it takes a long time for you to work them both to a place where they’re more comfortable.

You aren’t too shocked that Logan and Wade both turn out to be cuddlebugs, Logans just a lot grumblier and more catlike about it, where Wade is more like an over excited puppy slobbering all over your face, because he got the bright idea to try and lick your mechanical eye.

What you hadn’t expected was for them both to be so… damn… bratty…

Wade you could see, hell, it was even expected. It didn’t even take him an hour after meeting for him to bend over too much and grind back against you and giggle like a schoolgirl about it. Logan had been a bit of a shock though.

You had assumed you two would need to duke it out for dominance like a pair of bears for territory, but after getting him comfortable, Logan just rolls over and shows his stomach. It left you scratching your head a bit, but you weren’t gonna turn it away, who wouldn’t want to top Logan?

Him acting bratty was an experience though, the first few times. Where Wade was bratty in the way where hed show off way too much, wearing tight clothes or rubbing on you, teasing you any chance he got. Logan was brattier in the way that made you want to throw him over your knee and smack some sense into him, with the nonorganic hand you had.

He started scratching at furniture, leaving your boots and weapons all over the apartment, using up all your leather grease and leaving the tin empty in your toolbelt. It was like he was trying to see which buttons he could press and which he couldn’t.

Maybe it was because of your mind powers, but you could feel the, whatever it was, brewing in the air, growing thicker each day. It got to the point where Wade and Logan mixed up their methods. How the hell were you gonna focus on your guns when Logan was flaunting around in nothing but a way too small towel, and Wade was making a damn mess in the kitchen he wasn’t gonna clean up?

Logan was the first to pick up when they’d gone too far, since hed been hypervigilant about your scent since they started rocking the boat. But Wade very quickly paid attention when you put your, unpolished still, boots on and got up.

They’d both tensed up when you turned your two different eyes towards them, the tech eye flaring in a way they both knew meant business. They were both left flounder though, as you grabbed your jacket and told them to get ready for when you came back, and you just… left.

Both Wade and Logan were lost about that, both expecting you to bend them both over and make them regret how far they had pushed you, but instead they could just hear your heavy boots stomping down the hallway and out the apartment building.

Neither of them were too well behaved, but they were smart enough to at least get naked and prepped, and maybe they helped each other, though it was mainly Wade riding Logans fingers and whining like he was wounded the entire time.

A good hour passed before you came back, smelling like the cigarettes you smoked when you needed to do a more serious hit. Logan could also smell alcohol on you, but nowhere near enough to mean you were drunk. You had clearly just let them be to make them anxious.

Wade got whiny and grumbly when you undid your belt and freed yourself, just tilting your head in their direction as if to say “you gonna apologize to me?”. Logan, being the smarter of the two, and wanting to be first, was quick to crawl towards you and wrap his lips around your shaft.

Wade, seeing this, immediately started complaining and crawling over, trying to lap at whatever Logan couldn’t fit in his mouth, which wasn’t a lot, seeing as Logan didn’t want Wade to get any of you so he pushed his throat to the max.

As they fought for your cock, you just leaned back to watch, and unamused expression on your face as if it was the most boring blowjob you had ever gotten. Even as Wade swapped to lap at your sack instead, since Logan was hogging your cock.

You do end up fucking them both senseless, your telekinetic powers coming in handy to hold the one you weren’t shoving face first into the floor still. It also helped you keep Wades mouth shut, since he became even more of a motormouth with you inside him.

Of course, you also made Wade lick up the drool puddle he made on the floor, as well as making them both lick up the other messes they made. As a treat you let them eat your loads out of each other, because yes, you could be nice.

You weren’t though, so, even as Wade whined and complaining and Logan grumbled and scowled, you used your powers to cage them both up. If they were gonna be such brats, then they didn’t deserve to touch themselves, each other, or be touched by you.

And with the restriction being made from your mind powers, and you being so powerful, you could keep up with it even when asleep. And it wasn’t like they could just pull it off.

It led to even more bratting for the next couple of weeks, both of them acting out in their own ways about the punishment. But you just end up lengthening the period of your punishments, and adding more stuff on top of it.

Surprisingly its Wade that gets taken out of it first, since he could be good when he wanted too, and Logan has a tendency to be extremely stubborn. To no one’s surprise, Wade gloated the entire time he was allowed to ride you, taunting Logan that he wished it was him, but it wasn’t.

You did have to spank him for that one, but Wade didn’t seem to mind that much.

When you finally let Logan out, he’s on you in a second, whinier than you’re used too and rocking in your lap, more desperate than he’s been in years.

After all this you know their good behavior will only stick for a month or two before they’re back to it. you won’t complain though, since you love it. you act like you hate it, but that’s just part of the game, and seeing them compete makes your heart (and your crotch) full. And you all know that they enjoy the punishments too.

Am i the only one who hates reader inserts? Like I read this cause I wanna escape the problems in my life, not have to envision myself having a spectacular variety of other fucked up problems!

kinktober — day 14 | guided/mutual masturbation

focus on me • [lee felix]

keep your eyes on me

pairing: lee felix x male!reader genre: smut, camboy!au, dom!idol, sub!reader synopsis: in which felix guides you through your first spicy video call word count: 828 warnings: guided masturbation, mutual masturbation, video call sex

for all my male readers out there, this one is for you !!

At the sight of the young boy, a silent sigh left your lips. His hair was dyed blonde, cut, and styled into a mullet and his doe eyes focused on yours as he shifted on his chair. His pink, plump bottom lip was caught between his teeth and countless freckles adorned his cheeks and face, creating shapes like stars create constellations in the night sky. He was beautiful.

»Hi«, he whispered, breaking the silence between the two of you. »I’m Felix.«

You smiled warmly at him, barely being able to hold eye contact. Given you were overwhelmed, and maybe even a little uncomfortable, you replied in an equally soft voice.

»Hi Felix.«

The ghost of a grin flashed over his lips as he released them from the clutches of his teeth. He was wearing a button-up shirt and only showed his upper body on the screen, you couldn’t see below the first two buttons he purposely left open for you to catch a glimpse of his perfect porcelain skin. He was not only cute, but also playful.

»Is this the first time you’re doing this?«

Bringing your attention back to him, he placed his elbows on the table, resting his head on his hands as he leaned it to the side while you nodded, timid eyes turning away from him again. Felix licked his lips, easily maintaining his cool as he straightened up and raked his hand through his hair.

»It’s okay, darling; may I call you that?«, he said softly, his eyes stuck to your teeth chewing on your bottom lips again as you nodded. »Stop that, please. You don’t wanna find out what that does to me.«

His eyes glazed up with something else than just excitement, something darker, dirtier as he started unbuttoning his shirt. »Just follow me, we’ll take it slow.«

You swallowed hard, pulling your top over your head as you gazed down his upper body after he readjusted the camera position, his full body now visible when he laid a hand on his hard-on.

He was wearing matching dress pants, the tent between his legs protruding as he palmed himself, waiting for you to do the same. Biting the inside of your cheek, you copied his movements, showing your whole body for him too.

The smirk that crept onto his lips as he saw u only wearing boxers made your cock twitch as you covered it with your hand, gently rubbing it through the fabric of your underwear.

»Don’t be shy, darling, everything is alright.«

A distinctive accent hung in his low voice, filling up your senses as you mindlessly took your dick out in front of his eyes, pre-cum leaking from its tip while you let out a breathy moan.

Felix got up to unbuckle his belt before he got his cock out from the constriction of his boxers too, sighing as it sprung free. He spat onto his hand, lubricating his whole girth before he slowly started pumping himself.

»Just start, handsome, I’ll match your tempo.«

You mirrored his moves again, moaning at the nickname he gave you as you closed your hand around your shaft, stroking up and down your length while closing your eyes. Throwing your head back, a silent »Oh my god, fuck« escaped your lips, and you bit your tongue to restrain yourself from saying all the things that came to your mind.

»Let’s leave him out of this«, Felix chuckled, letting out a raspy moan too as he sped up his tempo to match the pace you set with your hands. »If you need a name to moan, try mine instead.«

The words had barely left his mouth, you whined his name as the knot in your stomach started tightening; a sign of your approaching orgasm, just like the way your cock was throbbing in your hand.

»You’re so pretty like this, babyboy«, he purred, eyes fixed on your face to watch the pleasure turn your facial expression gradually softer, until your lips parted again and released another deep moan. »Let go, darling. Let it all out and cum for me.«

You raised your head again, locking eyes with him as you kept the pace, stroking up and down your dick before you spurt your seed all over your hand, heavily panting as he finished shortly after you, a low moan accompanying the sound of his orgasm when he climaxed into his hand as well.

Winking at you, he lifted his hand to his lips, licking his essence off every finger as you observed him, mouth agape at his sudden action and the way he seemed to enjoy your eyes on him.

»You did really well«, he said, tongue trailing over his bottom lip to get the last drop of cum out of the corners of his mouth. »I really wanna see what else you can do with those pretty hands.«

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okay, i totally know what u meant with felix voice, i almost passed out imagining him saying all those things with his deep ass voice + accent

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kinktober setlist

He’s Family - Peter Hale

Fandom – Teen Wolf

Ship – Peter Hale/Matthew Stilinski [OMC] ; Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski – Friendship ;

Characters – Peter Hale, OMC, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin and Allison Argent [ mentioned ]

Word Count - 2,142

Authors Note – So, I wanted to start off my page with a fic to get it going and I hoped you all enjoyed it! I swear I will try and improve on my writing, I don’t know what I think about it but either way, when I first started this fic, I had no idea where it was heading, and I really didn’t know it was going to end like that. Sorry to all of the Scott fans out there, didn’t mean to make it like that but it just happened, same with Stiles!

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“Mm, you’re leaving already?”

“Yes, they called me in. I can’t disobey the Alpha.”

The body on the bed moved slightly causing the sheets to rustle. “It’s four in the morning. What could he possibly need from you that can’t wait till a reasonable time?”

“Who knows, either way, he wants me to see him and I’m going to have to see him.” The figure standing move closer to the person on the bed. Bending down, the standing figure kissed the other on the forehead before backing up and making his way to the bedroom door.

“You need to be careful, okay?”

“I’m always careful.” A hint of a smirk came from the standing figure.

“I’m serious, Peter. Be careful.”

The male standing, now known as Peter, turned his body until he was facing the laying body. Well, no longer laying, the figure on the bed was now sat up against the headboards.

“I will, sweetheart. Don’t worry.”

After that, Peter walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs until he reached the entrance of the house. With a roll of his neck, he walked out of the building and towards his car, ready to make his way to his nephew’s loft.

“You better be.” Was the last thing Peter heard from his significant other before he climbed into his vehicle and backed out of his driveway.

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“What is so important that you had to call me out of bed, dear nephew?” Left Peter’s lips once he stepped into the loft. Everyone was there, except for Stiles, lord knows where Stiles is. Probably sleeping.

Derek scowled from where he sat, eyes glaring at Peter. “You’re late.”

Rolling his eyes, Peter walked down the steps, making his way to an empty sitting space. “I am not late, and you haven’t answered my question.”

“He called a meeting because Stiles has been kidnapped.” Filled the silence, coming from a space a few seats down from the older man. Turning his head, Peter instantly recognized the red fiery hair, Ms. Lydia Martin.

“Repeat that for me again.” Eyes going cold as he looked at everyone sitting in the loft, his hearing must be going because he did not just hear that Stiles was kidnapped.

“You heard what she said, Peter. She doesn’t need to repeat it and we need your help.” Derek replied, stopping Lydia from speaking.

“Then I’m sure she can repeat what she said, to me.” Rang through the loft, silencing everyone and causing them to turn their heads to the loft door. There, standing there with an angry expression, looking ready to rip someone apart if they spoke, stood Stiles Stilinski’s older brother. Matthew Stilinski.

Everyone sat there, staring at the male figure storming down the stairs looking ready to kill. However, they did come out of it as soon as they watched Peter walk up to the man, eyebrows drawn tight and a frown set on his lips.

“What are you doing here? You should be at home, sleeping.” Whispered Peter, eyes roaming the other males face as he spoke. Whispers began to fill up the quiet loft, something Peter chose to ignore whilst waiting for his lovers response.

“I felt pains in my chest; I knew it wasn’t you because you had just left,” Matthew began to explain, his voice serious while his eyes showed his worry. “I rang my dad next, he sounded fine and when I rang Stiles, he didn’t answer. To me, that’s very strange.”

As Matthew stood there, explaining why he was at the loft, it was silent again. Everyone seemingly interested as to why the older Stilinski was in the loft and why Peter’s so close to him. Their conversation was soon interrupted by a someone clearing their throat, with a look that said, ‘we’re carrying this conversation later’. Peter turned around to face his nephew once again, a feral grin on his lips before they parted to let the words out.

“What’s the plan?”

Before Derek could even open his mouth to respond to his uncle, Scott spoke instead, causing Derek to lean back into his chair, glaring at the crocked jawed teen.

“Are you really going to let him be here and listen to what we’re going to say.”

Peter scoffed at what the teen said, choosing to ignore it as he stood by his lover’s side, everyone else, on the other hand, was staring at him. Some with one of their eyebrows lifted in question. With everyone being silent, Matthew thought he should be the person to answer the question his younger brother’s best friend, ‘ex-best friend more like.’ Ran through his head before he spoke.

“Yes, you are. If you try and remove me from this meeting, I will then make it my personal mission to make your life a living hell.” Matthew growled out as he glared at the tanned teen, eyes boring into his soul before changing his focus to Derek.

Shrugging his shoulders, Derek began the meeting, telling each member all of the information that they needed to know as well as suggesting a plan of attack. Some protested, others agreed, therefore they all agreed to change some aspects of the plan. With the final plan of attack in place, they all set out to rescue a member of their pack, determination etched onto their faces.

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They all stumbled into the loft, cuts, and bruises prominent on their skin. Shuffling into the room, the pack members all stumbled their way to a seat, releasing a sigh once they sat down. They all started to drift off into a deep slumber, only to be startled when the loft door slammed shut. Peter supporting Stiles to an empty space on the sofa and Matthew walking behind them with the scent of anger, pain and disgust coming from him. It didn’t help that when Matthew was angry, it was calm anger, the type of anger that scared everyone the most.

“Why, pray tell were there hunters in Beacon Hills? Stiles told me that there were dealt with.” Matthew growled to everyone in the room, a storm in his eyes as he eyed everyone in the room, not carrying that they are exhausted.

“That,” arm lifted and finger point at the sliding door, “that did not, and I mean did not look as if it was dealt with. They should have been killed.” His dark eyes landed on to the Alpha of the pack, Scott McCall, waiting for his excuse to tumble out of his mouth.

“We don’t kill, Matt. We’re not the type of people to kill.” There it was, the same sentence he’s been sprouting out to everyone to the point that his own brother, his best friend, was hurt.

“You may not be but everyone else in this room is. They know what’s good for the pack, not getting rid of your enemies will cause this pack to be dead in a fucking week.”

“Killing is wrong, Matt. You have to unde–“

“Oh, I do, but you don’t care if someone else does your dirty work, right?” The older Stilinski sneered, leaving Scott to stammer whilst Matthew continued to speak, his voice carrying over his. “Working with the enemy, using your pack members until you get what you want and let us not forget too busy thinking with your dick instead of looking around you!”

“This isn’t a game, McCall. If you don’t get your head out of your fucking ass, I will take my brother away from this hostile pack.” Once that was finished, Scott and everyone else bar Peter and Stiles, started whining and protesting.

“I don’t care for your petty excuses anymore, Scott. My baby brother was kidnapped tonight, and you didn’t notice until you messaged him because Allison was too busy doing other things to suck your dick.”

Looking around the room once more, Matthew’s dark eyes drank in everyone’s expression before he turned and walked to the sofa Peter and Stiles was on, determined to head home. Picking up his brother, bridal style, the adult began to make his way to the entrance, his lover not far behind him. He came to a stop once he reached the top step, voice cold but stern.

“If you don’t sort your world view out and think of your pack instead of your dick and your murderous girlfriend, I will be taking your pack members and make them mine.”

That caused Scott to growl loudly, red tinting his eyes as he stared at the back of the Stilinski. Leading Peter to turn around and flash his ice blue eyes to the teen, his lips shaped into a snarl.

“You are not fit to be an Alpha, but I suppose children shouldn’t be dealing with adult cards.” With that, Matthew used his magic to open the door and walked out, heading straight towards the elevator. When it opened, he stepped inside, turning around to face the pack, now standing around in the loft with a lost expression on their faces.

Unsympathetic eyes stared at them until the elevator doors closed, cutting their contact with the two Stilinski’s.

“Well that was eventful but as you know, I need to get going as you made my mate unhappy. I’ll have to deal with it.” Turning his eyes to crocked jawed teen, Peter gave him a disappointed look, laced with regret.

“I wished I never turned you.”

Spinning in his spot, the oldest Hale walked out of the loft. No longer wanting to concern himself with such a pathetic pack.

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A few hours had passed since the whole ordeal that happened at the loft. Matthew finally went to sleep, after much pestering from Peter, now it was only Peter awake. He was ready to take care of his lover’s little brother once he wakes. He was busy in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the figure lying on the sofa began to move around and then with a fluttering of lashes, amber eyes opened to the world. A jostle at his side, however, caused Peter to come out of his trance and peer down at the younger male, a soft smile on his lips.

“How are you doing, little red?” voice soft with a hint of worry and concern laced in.

Shifting ever so lightly, Stiles sat on the sofa, warm and cozy while looking up at Peter. “Good, it doesn’t hurt anymore. You wouldn’t be using your werewolf mojo, would you?” The teen’s voice barely a whisper, Peter was lucky that he was a werewolf or else he wouldn’t have heard the poor boy.

“No, it was your brother instead. He worked his “mojo” to heal you and get rid of the pain.” His fingers wiggling when saying the word mojo, the smile never leaving his lips.

“Do you want something to drink?”

A nod was all he needed before he stood up to retrieve a glass of water for the boy, he made sure to listen to Stiles, just in case something happens, and he gets hurt again. To be fair, the boy is quite clumsy.

Walking back into the living room, he gave Stiles the glass of water, instructing him to drink it slowly before suggesting that he sleeps in the guest room tonight. Peter had already called the Sheriff to tell him what happened and that Stiles shouldn’t be at home by himself right now, the Sheriff agreed before informing Peter to keep him updated.

That was the end of the conversation. Short but not threatening, which was good.

It took a few minutes, but the older man was able to change Stiles in his brother’s sleeping clothes and laid him on the bed, telling him that if he needed anything, he can either call him or Matthew. With that done, Peter went back to his room, and the first thing he noticed was that his mate was awake.

Walking towards Matthew’s side of the bed, he lent down and kissed his forehead before heading into the ensuite bathroom for a shower. When he came back out, dressed in his sleeping pants, he walked to his bed and got settled, pulling the other male close to his chest so that they were spooning.

Nuzzling his nose at the back of the younger males neck. The older male let out a content sigh before replying. “I did though, he’s family, after all, sweetheart.”

Comfortable silence soon filled the room, enough to cause Peter to drift off to sleep. However, he didn’t have the luxury because it was interrupted by the words coming out of the other male’s mouth. “You didn’t need to do that.”

That was all that needed to be said because Matthew pulled one of Peter hands to his lips and kissed before snuggling back into the man. Both content as they both fell asleep.

The End

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I've got an update on some fics! The next one that will be posted will be the Viktor fic from my poll, then I've gotten an amazing request for a continuation of Vi x f!reader at Stillwater! So be prepared for that, it won't be as happy as the first ;)

I’ve got two almost done and need to figure out which one y’all want first. And as always if you want a fic that isn’t on here, just ask!

Viktor Fic: Matching Scars

➼ As promised, an arcane character x reader fic!

➼ Viktor x m!reader, reader basically replaces Sky here. With some major differences of course. I won't give it away (you don't get dusted)

➼ No beta we die like Vander (at least til they finally release s2, November cannot come fast enough)

➼ Warnings: mentions of cutting (Viktor slicing his palm, the runes carved into his body) and a gun (the device he uses to inject the shimmer, couldn't think of a better word for it)

GIF doesn't belong to me! All credits to the original owner

Viktor steadied himself on his feet, holding the gun to his arm. Inside the device was a vial of shimmer, modified of course, the same vial that he used in his other..experiment. The same one that turned his injured right leg into the same purple hue as the vial’s contents. Singed was right, it worked. He no longer needed his cane, his limp that he was born with was finally gone. Now he just had to go a bit further, he didn’t have much time. Carved into his skin were runes identical to those on the hexcore. Finally, he pulled the trigger and waited for the pain, for the shimmer to course through his veins.

Only it never came. That searing, heart-wrenching pain was absent. As he unloaded the gun he checked the vial to see that there wasn’t even a drop of shimmer left. He was out. Going across the bridge to the Undercity again wasn’t an option. It was difficult enough to go through when the barricade first went up, but now with these carvings all over him? With his leg? Jayce wouldn’t understand. He’d simply have to go on without it, hope that the shimmer from his first test run was still pumping through his bloodstream and that he could withstand the process. Without any further delays, he took the knife and slit his palm, holding his hand out for the hexcore.

It was late at night. There should be no one to bother him. But there was. You were pacing up and down the halls just outside of the lab, rambling to yourself. "Viktor! Hey! I was just wondering if you'd mind looking over my notes- no, no" you sigh to yourself. "Viktor, I was hoping that whenever you're free, you'd be interested in- god I can't do this." This happened a few times before. Trying to pump yourself up to talk to the scientist only to chicken out before your hand could touch the handle. You've known Viktor since you were kids, you grew up in the Undercity together. Even if you two never got to spend too much time together, you've had your eye on Viktor for a while.

"No! No, not this time. You're doing this and that's final. So with no further delay, you finally laid your hand on the door handle, turning it and opening the door to finally ask Viktor out!

Only that didn't happen. Frozen in shock as you see Viktor with his hand on the hexcore, carvings littering his body, his injured leg an unnatural shade of purple and glowing, his hand taking on the same hue as he screamed in pain. Without thinking you lept forward, notebooks clattering to the ground as you wrapped your arms around Viktor's bare torso, trying to pull him away. "Viktor no! Stop!"

The longer you held on the more pain you were in, the more Viktor alternated between trying to pull himself off of the hexcore and trying to push you away. "Y/N, let go!" he yelled over the noise. Terror flooded his eyes as he saw the same purple scarring starting at your hands, the damned marks slowly creeping up your arms. His blood was fusing him to the wretched core, if this kept up someone was going to die. And something told Viktor that someone wouldn't be him.

Adreniline coursing through his viens and screams ringing in his ears, Viktor launched forward as far as he could, taking both you and himself to the ground. His hand was free, the hexcore rattling around violently as it ate away at the blood already inside it. Something deep within the arcane was calling to him, making the thought of leaving you and trying again cross his mind. That went out the window as soon as he saw you were hardly breathing. Not in good condition, but alive. That's all he could ask for. His own hand now had matching scars with both of your own.

He couldn't carry you, hell he could hardly carry himself. That didn't stop him from trying. Collecting his cane, he struggled to help you up and sling your arm over his shoulder. Slowly, oh so slowly, he hobbled back to his room, you leaning on him and Viktor heavily relying on his cane. Every so often you would groan or make some soft pained noise, causing him to whisper apologies. As soon as he reached his room he laid you down on his bed, tears finally falling down his cheeks.

"Y/N I'm so sorry...you were never supposed to get hurt..." his voice was shaky, trying so hard not to break and crack as he spoke. Weakly, you raised your hand to cup Viktor's cheek, a small smile spreading over your lips. "I'll take my apology by you going to dinner with me" you managed to get out between little gasps for air. It still felt like there wasn't enough air filling your lungs like a weight was placed on your chest. Turns out that weight was Viktor, he had leaned in to press your chests together, wanting to hear every word that left your lips. Despite everything, he found himself smiling right along with you, leaning his head into your hand. "I'll make us a reservation as soon as you feel better love."

Viktor pulled back, both to let you breathe and to collect his first aid supplies. He had been through this once before, and while there was nothing he could do to cure your hands, the kit had painkillers. The best solution he found was just moisturizing the scarred skin to avoid irritation. "Looks like you and I will be wearing gloves as a new outfit staple" he tried to lighten the mood, fetching a glass of water from the tap in the bathroom. He limped back to the bed, handing you the glass of water and two small pills. "It will help with the pain. The scars, however...from what I can devise they're permanent." You sat up slightly to take the meds, nodding along as Viktor began to expalin what he was doing with the hexcore. From the begining.

"...You're an idiot." You sighed, now lying in bed beside Viktor. He had gotten dressed, now in a simple shirt and pants. You were wearing one of his shirts as well, though remained in just your boxers. Pants would just make you overheat more. "You should've come to me, I could've helped. Or at least stopped you from your second attempt." Despite the light scolding you were giving him, he simply held you closer to his chest. "I didn't want to endanger anyone. Especially you" his voice grew quieter towards the end. Truth be told, he had a thing for you for a while now as well. Viktor was just afraid of messing up whatever was between you two. It was hard to stay mad at him when he was just looking out for you.

You closed your eyes, chest rising and falling steadily along with Viktor's. "Well we need to destroy that hexcore now. We'll deal with it in the morning. Together." There was no way you were leaving him alone with that thing again. "Together," Viktor agreed "Get some rest. We can have a late start tomorrow, lie in late for once. Goodnight, Y/N." he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his good hand slowly rubbing up and down your back beneath your shirt. "Goodnight, Viktor." You whispered back, falling asleep in the comfort and safety of your new lover's arms.

Even if you now had some rather nasty-looking scars, you would have to say you wouldn't have it any other way. Viktor was still here, he wasn't a pile of ash, and even better he was here in your arms.

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*games/movies/series i will write for*

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○ horror movie characters

○ repo! the genetic opera (main characters, aged up shiloh)

○ resident evil 1-8

○ dead by daylight (killers and survivors)

○ fran bow

○ undertale (main characters)

○ deltarune (main characters)

○ night in the woods (main characters)

○ coraline

○ beetlejuice

○ cod (any)

○ tf2

○ tmnt (main characters)

○ sallyface (main characters)

○ puss in boots the last wish (pibtlw)

*who i will not write smut for*

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● fran bow (fran bow)

● little misfortune (little misfortune)

● susie (dead by daylight)

● charolette and victor (dead by daylight)

● frisk, chara, and kris (undertale/deltarune)

● coraline and wybie (coraline)

● lydia (beetlejuice)

*what i will write*

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◇ headcanons

◇ shitposts

◇ lgbtqia+ reader

◇ underage characters (sfw only)

◇ nsfw (any topics like descriptive gore, not limited to smut)

◇ sfw

◇ fluff

◇ smut

◇ cnc (consenual non-consent)

◇ gore

◇ mental health issues

◇ male reader

◇ female reader

◇ gender neutral reader

◇ trans reader (pls be specific since i get confused abt trans labels easily)

◇ polyamorous reader

◇ platonic

◇ romantic

*what i might write*

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☆ furry reader

☆ oc in place of reader

☆ character x character (can be poly but that might get confusing for me to write)

*what i will not write*

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asking for the following will get you blocked

■ pedophilia

■ incest

■ rape

■ beastiality

■ suicide

■ underage x adult (yes im aware this is pedophilia but im putting it again because its fucking disgusting)

(ex. lydia x beetlejuice unless platonic)

■ piss

■ scat

■ vore

like i said at the beginning, if you think i should add something let me know so i can put it on here!

also if anything could be worded differently to make it easier to understand please let me know

a/n: i noticed there are very little fics of my goat chrollo, ive had this idea for a while and im proud for finally writing it!

cw: kidnapping, clan genocide, mayhaps a bit ooc? kurta!reader, arson, mentions of gore

credits for header: ME! i made the header this time! do you guys like it ...

credits for dividers: @neroticbf

Imagine you were part of the Kurta clan. The medic, treating people's wounds, helping the little kids get over falling on the ground. It was peaceful and quiet. But that was before Chrollo came.

You don't know what he was doing, but it appeared he had strained his leg when he fell in your clan. You of course took him in and started treating his wounds. You helped him get better. You made dishes he liked.

You had to go out to restock on medicine and food, you passed your test a few months ago, so now it was much easier to treat wounds. Your peace only lasted a few hours though.

Burning houses, dead bodies. You can swear they're eyeless, but you couldn't tell since you began running to your house. By some miracle (?) your house hadn't caught the flames, you opened the door to see Chrollo waiting, almost as if he didn't care.

You explain everything to him, as if he wasn't there to see it, pulling his arm so you two can find survivors. Chrollo mumbles an apology before he knocks you out with a simple swipe.

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You wake up with cold sweat all over you in a room you don't recognize. It's filled with lavish velvet covers adorned with black accents. You have to take a moment to regain your breath and consciousness. Was that all a dream? No, if it was you'd be in your room.

You attempt to get up and get out of bed, before noticing your moves are stopped by a chain tied to your bed post. You give it a few tugs, before realizing it won't budge. You're immediately startled by the door opening.

"Ah, you're awake," Chrollo says, as if this is perfectly fine. He's holding up a tray that contains a neat breakfast of miso soup and eggs. "I was wondering if I was too harsh."

"C-Chrollo what's going on?! Why am I chained-"

"That was just in case," Chrollo casually explains, placing the tray next to you. "Now can you eat your breakfast?"

"Wha- Chrollo what happened to my clan?!"

"I killed them."

You froze. He said it so casually, almost as if he was saying the weather. You actually question yourself if it isn't important but snap back to reality.

"Why?"

"To sell the eyes on the black market," Chrollo responds. "Now could you hurry and eat?"

You're still shocked, you're not sure how to react. It feels like you're the one who's crazy for asking the questions. Reluctantly you start eating (after trying to look for any hints of drugs of course). It tastes..good? It feels like Chrollo went out of his way for this.

"....why did you spare me?" You ask after swallowing.

"You were nice to me," Chrollo says. "You allowed me to recover faster and to deal with your clan faster."

You grip the spoon harder, guilt beginning to fill you.

Is this a hell you created?

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hope you enjoyed! smooches you

i lob you thank you so much for reviving yan saiki content🙏🙏

no problem!! 😭😭

I've been wanting to write yandere saiki characters for a WHILE...but I've been busy with my oneshot drafts💔💔

i think yan!saiki would go through the 5 stages of grief before realizing he loves you. he thinks he's going to get an aneurysm. he doesn't love anyone- not even teruhashi!

but he finds himself stalking you to school to make sure you're safe, making sure things go exactly your way. thankfully you haven't noticed how there's no cars when you're crossing the street, or when there's a sale for your favorite snack.

and yet his favorite thing? listening to your thoughts. whether they're loud or quiet, he finds it relaxing. it's his ultimate weapon to get through the day, he finds what you think more interesting than whatever subject the teacher is talking about.

but it would be an issue to have saiki as a yandere, wouldn't it? he is the most powerful person in existence.

yan!butcher! ( ˘ ³˘)♥

a/n: yawnn gojo series coming sooonnnn :3

cw: gaslighting, gore (butchered body parts), dead dove, reader is a stereotypical horror movie character, gn!reader, paranoia

credits for dividers: @lavendergalactic ! please check out their work

yan!butcher who noticed the new person in town, hauling things out of a truck and moving in to a cottage nearby. he didn't pay attention much, he had a whole business to run! that is, until you showed up at his butchery.

you looked all confused, probably never having to talk to the butcher before and instead grabbing the meat from the shelves. you kept asking him questions about which part was the brisket and which one was the tenderloin. and he'll admit, his heart melted. he gave you a pound of beef and told you the best ways to keep it fresh, he even offered you a discount!

yan!butcher who remembers his mom telling him a way to a person's heart is through the stomach. which makes sense anatomy wise, so it must work with you too! so now he always asks if you're eating well and whatever your answer is you're still getting a pound of meat.

yan!butcher who notices you haven't been visiting lately, did he give so much meat you're stocked for the month that you don't even need to visit him anymore??? he asks some of the locals, and he comes back with the fact you went shopping in the far away mall...with your friends.

why do you even HAVE friends anyways...he's much more fun to be around...even his neighbors have been asking him why he's so gloomy! he has to do something about this! he can't let these..these friends steal you from him!

....looking at one of your friend's corpse, he can't help but think it was too easy. he propped them up at his butcher block, kind of just staring at them as if he didn't know he did it. oh well, he's one step closer to you! maybe he could give you a message, something to show he means business!

...you're terrified when you open the random box left at your doorstep to see your friends' hands and head. what do you do with this?! do you turn it in to the police? the police doesn't seem very capable around these areas...maybe if you ignore it and throw it out it won't be a problem.

then another one, and another one, and you're left with one. you beg them to leave early, not saying why, but you know they're scared too. so now you have no one but yan!butcher. a win for him!

you vent to him about how your friends 'disappeared', and how you're scared you're gonna be next. he only keeps reassuring you that no one would kill you because it'd be a war crime to kill someone so pretty like you. you don't seem comforted.

so...instead...yan!butcher invites you to stay over at his house! just to make sure! you very much reluctantly agree, figuring you have nothing to lose since he seems nice, and he's basically your only friend in town.

he sets up his spare bedroom just for you, remembering that he actually has to wash blankets he doesn't use because it'd be weird. he's very formal about the whole thing, so formal it's kind of endearing and a bit funny in some way?

you settle down, pulling your blankets over, still a bit paranoid, but eventually falling asleep.

if only you paid a little more attention to those cuts.

jjk masterlist >_<

Multi Character (3+)

most likely to...

kidnap you

Satoru Gojo

gojo geto headcanons pt 2 pt 3

Black roses

Suguru Geto

gojo geto headcanons pt 2 pt 3

Yuji Itadori

megumi and yuji oneshot

Megumi Fushiguro

megumi and yuji oneshot

Inumaki Toge

mute!reader

Nanami Kento

sick!reader

gulp...it's renovate masterlists day...

yan!jjk - who's most likely to kidnap you?

8- Toji Fushiguro

Okay listen, the only reason this guy isn't kidnapping you is because he's living at YOUR house. You make the money, and he trusts you to be fine on your own. The worse he'd possibly do is keep you on house arrest so he can make sure you're safe and it ends very shortly. Over all he can't afford (literally) to not have you go outside.

7- Yuji Itadori

This is mostly the same reason as Toji's - he doesn't have his own house. The dorm is very cramped for two people and even then someone would notice the noise. But the most important reason, Itadori doesn't want to ruin your trust! What if you never want to hug him again???? He doesn't want to see you sad! You're perfectly fine at your own house right now!

6- Megumi Fushiguro

While it's very likely that he could kidnap you as he has a house, the house is the problem. He lives with Gojo, and he doesn't think kidnapping would just be excused. Even if Gojo excused it, he'd feel sorrow for all the annoyance Satoru would cause.

5- Choso Kamo

I feel like Choso would be very guilty of kidnapping you. Just like Itadori, it'd break his heart seeing you so sad. The only difference is he can keep you trapped in Dagon's domain! It's a lovely place so perhaps you'd get used to it.

4- Kento Nanami

Nanami is very middle of the road. On one hand, if you had some kind of disability or you were sick (see sick!reader fic), he'd kidnap you. He doesn't want your safety to be risked at all. But if you are none of those, he wouldn't see a reason to, he'd much rather coax you into moving in with him rather than ruining your relationship entirely.

3- Suguru Geto

Suguru is kidnapping you, no questions asked. You think he's just going to let you run amock and get killed because of your connections to him?? No no, you're much safer inside the cult, where no one can get you without passing the sorcerers. He's definitely a bit lax when it comes to you going outside- as long as it's with someone he trusts.

2- Satoru Gojo

It's not safe for you to date AND roam around. Satoru's being constantly targeted by curses and curse users! They're going to use you one way or another! You're never leaving, that's the point. But it's okay! He'll still bring you your favorite food! And you still have him to talk to! Do you have a death wish asking for him to be a bit more relaxed about this? Don't you care about him!!!

1- Ryomen Sukuna

It's Sukuna. What'd you expect? He wouldn't even let you MINGLE with other humans before you're on house arrest. You must always be near him, who'd even try to damage the most protected human? He does not PLAY about this, he makes sure that Uraume keeps an eye on you when he can't be there, and his servants are the utmost loyal to him. You're not getting away- ever.

twisted wonderland x obey me!reader...

reader stabbed their finger on a sewing needle they'd found in the attic, going into a coma.

belphegor, of course, checks your dreams, just wanting to see a glimpse of you

and you're with someone, someone he's never seen, are those horns...

and Malleus is staring right back at him.

idk guys hear me out >_< it'll probably be like a cute multi reader fic

Upcoming Works ᰔ

Yan! L

Yan! Butcher

Yan! Megumi and Yuji pt 2

Yan! Gamer pt 2

yan!stalker! ▼・ᴥ・▼

a/n: next week is going to be super cool trust

cw : stalking, paranoia, gn!reader, bribery, gaslighting, creepiness

credits to @viniknp

yan!stalker who is an absolute loser. skinny, frail, barely takes care of himself. he didn't really care, until you acknowledged him. it was a simple hi as you went to your friends. and his heart was hit with cupid's arrow.

okay, so maybe it is overkill to change his major to yours. maybe it's overkill when he blackmails your current partner. and maybe, just maybe, it's overkill when he follows you home. he can see how you look paranoid, but really, he's doing you a favor!

besides, you shouldn't be alone anyways! what if some guy hits on you? what then? he's not that good at fighting!! well he could ask his dad for some money for a hitman- but that takes too long!!!

yan!stalker is surprisingly good at bribery. his wet sorry cat look works well on people. which is why he managed to be partners with you for your project. and why he's managed to keep frat boys away from you. who knew beer and some fake ids were just what it took???

doesn't matter, yan!stalker is officially partners with you...for the project. you keep avoiding him like the plague if it's not about it. he's really friendly! that figure in the distance following you wasn't him! memo: be less noticeable

he tries to make more small talk. you don't seem interested, changing the subject to the project once again. who cares about this stupid project?!!! he can pay for an A! he suggests his house to study in, you recommend the library. WHY ARE YOU SO ANNOYING!!!

no, he can't get mad right now. just agree, and then he can clear things up. he just needs to get closer to you. soothe that...paranoia. and you'll see him as a friend, and then boyfriend, and then fiance, and then-

hello my lovelies!! ^_^