wall-of-arms

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this is Zinfandel, Zin for short. hobbies include running headfirst into the wall, chewing on people’s arms, eating the side of his bowl instead of the food inside it, hopping ten feet in the air for no apparent reason, and waiting outside the bathroom door whining when i go in. he’s an idiot and i would die for him

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS
Send me a NUMBER for your muse to : 

001. Backhand my muse.
002. Stab my muse. 
003. Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin.
004. Hit my muse with a blunt object. 
005. Throw something large at my muse. 
006. Kick my muse.
007. Punch my muse.
008. Break one of my muse’s bones.
009. Scratch my muse.
010. Headbutt my muse.
011. Shoot my muse.
012. Knock my muse out.
013. Strangle my muse.
014. Push my muse roughly.
015. Grab my muse by the hair.
016. Bruise my muse.
017. Threathen my muse with an object of harm. 
018. Go to harm my muse’s eyes.
019. Bite my muse.
020. Tear away parts of my muse’s skin.
021. — Force my muse’s head under water.
022. Throw something scalding at my muse.
023. Burn my muse.
024. Step on my muse’s fingers.
025. Rip one of my muse’s teeth out.
026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ).
027. — Clothesline my muse.
028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood. 
029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle.
030. — Electrocute my muse.
031. — Slam my muse against a wall.
032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back.
033. — Kick my muse’s crotch.
034. — Trip my muse.
035. — Put my muse in a headlock.
036. — Break my muse’s nose.
037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat.
038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall.
039. — Attempt to kill my muse.
040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

anonymous asked:

heres a prompt if u were interested: neil being oblivious when flirted with constantly while andrew doing nothing, passing by, twirling his racquet is enough to get neil's attention (the rest of the foxes smirk)

“You’re all zoned out,” Matt says in her ear. Dan tips him immediately backwards with a hand to the chest.

“Shush,” she tells him, gritted through the straw she’s worrying between her teeth. She ran out of the watered-down pepsi they’re serving in battered plastic jugs a half hour ago.

“Dan.”

“Shush,” she insists, pressing two fingers to his mouth. She’s watching Neil trying to fill his water cup over at the far side of the banquet hall. He’s hovering in that way he does, like a shark who hasn’t figured out if something’s food yet.

There’s this sweet brown-eyed boy trying to talk to him, possibly the only male cheerleader in the room, certainly the least in the loop about Exy gossip. Dan watches him touch Neil’s arm and Neil jerks backwards into the table, toppling an entire icy water jug so it slops onto the floor and seeps through the tablecloth to the dark wood underneath.

Heads pop up, the boy falls all over himself to pour Neil a new glass, and Neil wanders off, bored.

Dan has noticed that people really want Neil to have a heart of gold. They like the news stories and they want them for themselves. They want the seams showing on his face and the tragedy in his back pocket, and they want to show everyone how accepting they are for finding his scars sexy. 

All they really want is his trim waist and his pretty eyes and his vice-cap badge and the way he shoves cameras away and has more history than any twenty-year-old has any business having.

Dan’s seen it all before. The way people like the character you’re playing so much that they want to take you home and open you up and see how deep it goes.

Neil’s worse at knowing when it’s happening. Dan’s a professional. She can see the way their eyes follow him because at least a dozen are always following her too, especially in places like this banquet. They look at Neil, or Dan, and a little part of them expects a show.

She watches Neil walk towards them with his eyes pouring over the room like liquid and finding every crevice, every exit. She looks at Matt.

“He’s doing that thing where he’s making a spectacle but he thinks he’s being very subtle.”

“That’s his whole shtick. I’m fond of it, now.” Matt grins.

“Do you think he actually noticed he was being hit on?”

Matt hums, watching Neil wind through the tables back to the fox—trojan extravaganza at theirs. “I doubt he knows anything about that boy other than the fact that he was in front of him for a bit.”

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new mind palace sequence, listen: sherlock going through those doors in his mind palace and it’s still the hallways of the roland kerr further educational college but instead of redbeard in the middle of the floor, it’s just john, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed, wearing that plaid shirt with the sheer maroon cardigan, looking off into the distance, and when sherlock comes in, his head turns, and he sees sherlock, and he smiles just a very very very tiny little bit, so little only sherlock could see it, only because he knows john’s face so very well. 

and john pushes off the wall and goes to sherlock, stands in front of him. you need to calm down, sherlock, he says. he sounds like his doctor self. his soldier self. the way he sounded just inside 221b’s door before Moriarty’s trial all those years before, the quiet authority, ready? before he lead sherlock through the crowd. the quiet authority of just a few weeks ago on the floor of a barracks bathroom, of steven, can you hear me? stay with me. sherlock says, i didn’t know, john, i’m sorry i didn’t see it. and john reaches out one hand, puts it on sherlock’s arm. they don’t touch much in real life but sherlock knows the size of john’s hand, the warmth of his palm. he knows it now. he knows it always.

don’t apologise, john says. i just need for you to be all right sherlock. i know it hurts, i know it does. i got shot too, remember? but i need for you to be all right. and it does hurt, it really hurts, and john is saying breathe, breathe, helping sherlock to his knees so he doesn’t fall down, helping him carefully to the floor. how did you survive it? sherlock asks him. how did you survive the pain? sherlock knows now how it is to be hugged by john, and john hugs him here, too, holds sherlock close to his body, shelters him. he smells like aftershave. his eyes are deep dark blue. i had to, john says, he takes off his cardigan and presses it to the wound in sherlock’s chest. it’s not bleeding, here in the mind palace, but the pressure hurts. i had to survive it so that we could find each other. and you have already left me once, sherlock, and i can’t do it again. do you understand? you do not get to die under my hands again, all right? john takes his face in his hands as sherlock’s heart starts to fail. softer now. we’re losing you, sherlock, and i need you to survive this, okay, i need you to do this with me. are you ready? so breathe. and john kisses his forehead. breathe. john kisses one cheekbone, breathe, and the other. sherlock, right now, okay? right now. are you ready? 

sherlock nods, even though he isn’t sure, and john says it one more time, breathe, and it sounds like for me, and he kisses sherlock’s mouth, kisses him hard and steady and certain, and somewhere in a surgical suite outside of sherlock’s mind, a machine beeps back into life. 

“Creampuff Heist”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to smuggle a dog out of the shelter but needs the help of someone who has experience carrying out a heist.

A/N: please remember it’s the owner who raises the dogs to be evil and aggressive, not the dog itself! - j. x

Bucky plops onto the cement in a heavy but swift manner. He wiggles his flesh fingers through the small holes of the chainlink gate, trying his best to get closer to the pitbull behind the gate.

When (Y/N) suggested he volunteer at the animal shelter as part of his therapy routine, Bucky grunted his reluctant approval. Truth be told, he initially didn’t have any interest in animal shelters and only agreed because he wanted to make (Y/N) smile.

But that all changed on his second day of volunteering, because for the second time in his life, Bucky Barnes fell in love.

Acting on instructions to check every water bowl, Bucky was making his way around the shelter when he made eye contact with a blue nose pitbull with scars running across her face. Both super-soldier and canine warily stared at each other, fatigue shining from both of their eyes, their posture a bit slouched.

The pitbull took the first step of courage, carefully padding to the chainlink gate barricading her from freedom. Her soulful eyes never breaking contact with his blue ones, the canine stuck out her muzzle to the best of her ability and licked his hand. And just like that, Bucky’s heart melted.

Her previous owners called her Scarface, but Bucky calls her Creampuff.

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Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - part 3

Warnings: graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities. You’ve been warned my lovelies:) Enjoy!


Your P.O.V
The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, basking the room with its warmth. I was tightly cocooned in a strong pair of arms, my back pressed against a muscular chest. There were soft snores echoing in my ear. I turned my head slightly, to see who the culprit of this snoring was, finding the peaceful face of my sleeping boyfriend, Zach Dempsey. 

Originally posted by sensualkisses

‘That’s right… Me and Zach… We actually did it last night.’ A sense of giddiness overcomes me. I remember last night so vividly… 

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@taylor-tut tHIS IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY MY FAB FRIENDO! But! It has finally arrived!! I’m sorry if it’s a bit crappy, I like haven’t slept in three days haha

anyhoo, onto the story:


Lance woke up with a sneeze.

He blinked his eyes open, immediately groaning at the light that pierced through his eyeballs and into his temples. He brought an arm up to shield his face, shivering slightly. Taking a deep breath, Lance conducted a mental survey of his condition, assessing his apparently numerous ailments that seem to have manifested overnight.

Congested sinuses that dissolved into a throbbing headache that pulsed outward with each movement? Check. 

Raw, sandpaper throat, and lungs that rattled with every inhale? Check.

The strange sensation of being completely, bone-numbingly cold despite the warmth and clamminess of his limbs? Checkerooni.

Conclusion: Today is gonna suck.

If Lance were to be perfectly honest with himself, he would concede that he had been feeling off these last couple days. Nevertheless, the team needed his 100% right now, and any wooziness he may have felt had to be put on the backburner. With several months having passed without any sign of Shiro, tensions within the castle were palpable.  Keith and Pidge seemed inches away from snapping at any given moment, Allura’s training schedule seemed to have been kicked up the several notches from “very harsh” to “dear god I can taste my own pulse”, and even Hunk and Coran seemed somewhat subdued. It was the least Lance could do to try and keep up, and make sure the other’s stayed optimistic. He was the joker, the sharpshooter - it was his role, no matter how taxing it could be on his own body.

Lance steeled himself, counting down from five, before swinging out of his bed, pausing to lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Once the tilt-a-whirl he usually called a bedroom settled to a soft swaying, Lance began to make his way down to the dining hall.

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Mi Amor

 Daveed Diggs x Latina!Reader

Requested by anon: Hi. It’s the anon who asked about the Latina reader here. I was wondering if you’d do like where Daveed and the reader are really good friends but Lin knows she has a crush on him and he’s teasing her about it but daveed overhears them mention him and doesn’t understand them cause they’re talking in Spanish. He asked her about it or something and then fluff or smut! I don’t know…. Your other fics are amazing so I know this one will be to die for no matter what! Gracias!! ❤❤

Words: 3,675

Warnings: Swearing and SMUTTT. A LOT OF IT idk what else you want from me ahahaha

A/N: This was SO FUN to write but Idk I’m sorry if this was so bad lol I THINK I’VE OFFICIALLY MADE THE SINNERS CLUB LOLOL OKOKOK

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yessss oh boy oh boy

angst i love

(here’s what i promised earlier

i had to do research on anemia so this might not be the best :’) )

Words: 1252


Lance pushed himself up out of his bed, a distant look in his tired eyes as he went to his bathroom to clean up. He took his face mask off and ran a hand across his face, humming low in the back of his throat at the feeling of the smooth skin against his more rough hand. A small smile found its way onto his face and he was reaching for the medicine cabinet when he heard someone pounding on the door. He left the bathroom to get his clothes and let the robe he had been wearing slide off his bare shoulders so it fell onto his bed. He took his time with getting dressed and just as he was pulling on his long-sleeved shirt, he heard the door open, footsteps falling behind him. He went to turn around when two slim arms snaked around his waist, a chin resting on his shoulder. He turned his head and felt a small smile spread across his face when his eyes met Keith’s, a hand coming up to take hold of the smaller male’s.

“Keith, I have to finish getting ready.” He murmured, turning his head just enough to press his lips against his cheek. Keith let a low hum leave him, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them once more.

“Shiro wants us at breakfast. Told me to come get you.” Lance sighed and leaned back against his boyfriend, eyes slipping shut.

“I’ll join you all in a minute.” He began to pull away when Keith tightened his arms around his waist and back up towards the door.<!

“No, we gotta go now.” Lance’s eyes darted towards his bathroom and when Keith finally released him, he went to move to the bathroom when Keith’s hand intertwined with his own. “Babe, what’s wrong?” There’s was a concerned tone in the smaller male’s voice, trying to meet Lance’s eyes. The Blue Paladin silently stared at the bathroom before looking at Keith, clearing his throat.

“Nothing, nothing. Let’s go.” He could take his medicine after breakfast, he’s forgotten before, it’d be fine as long as he took it right after breakfast. Besides, he didn’t take them yesterday and he was fine. Tired, very tired, but fine. Keith hesitated before nodding and slowly leading him to the bathroom, looking back at his boyfriend every few moments. Lance would just offer him a small, sleepy smile every time their eyes would meet.

As breakfast went on, Lance would start to space out, though he tried his hardest to stay concentrated on the conversations. He could feel eyes on him and when he turned his head, he noticed his boyfriends staring at him, both Shiro and Keith staring at him with concern in their eyes. He just offered them a smile before letting a sigh slowly fall past his lips.

When the group was getting ready to head to the training room, Keith and Shiro approached him.

“Are you okay?” Shiro’s voice cut through the haze in his mind and it took him a moment to respond.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, I’m just tired.” He waved a dismissive hand and smiled at them. A content little hum left him when he felt the Black Paladin’s lips press against his temple.

“We’re here if you need anything, Lance.” Keith took hold of one of his hands, intertwining their fingers. Lance just smiled and nodded, his mind wandering away from the thoughts that yelled ‘take your medicine’ to ‘i love my boyfriends’. He didn’t go to his bedroom, no, he went with Shiro and Keith to change into their armor. He pulled it on, moving slower than he usually did. Shiro and Keith noticed it and shared a concerned look. As they walked to the training room, they stuck close to him, hoping the way he was swaying was just because of lack of sleep.

Training seemed to be going well, the group was moving as a team now instead of as five separate beings. Just as the castle dropped more training bots, a loud thump sounded behind the three who were more hand to hand along with Hunk’s panicked voice yelling ‘Lance’. They all spun around and Pidge’s eyes widened as they ran to Hunk and Lance’s side. The Blue Paladin was being held by Hunk, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily through his mouth.

“Pidge, go get his medicine!” Hunk ordered and the younger female nodded quickly before quickly taking off. Keith and Shiro rushed over to them, eyes widen and panicked as they stared down at their boyfriend.

“What happened to him-?!” Keith’s panicked voice was louder than usually, hands twitching to move and comfort his hyperventilating boyfriend.

“Is he having a panic attack?” Shiro’s voice cut in. His voice was calmer, though it wavered slightly as he tried to keep himself calm.

“Enough! He’s anemic, if he doesn’t take his iron pills, this happens. Now, one of you go get something for him to take the medicine with!” When Hunk noticed the two still standing there, he glared at them. “Go!” He snapped, snapping them out of their little daze. Keith was the one to bolt to the kitchen, Shiro dropping to his knees and taking hold of one of Lance’s hands.

Time seemed to go slow as they got the medicine to Lance, helping him take the pill. They sat together in the training room silently before Hunk sighed and carefully stood up, picking Lance up in his arms.

"I’m taking him to his room-” He started, pausing when he felt Shiro’s hand on his arm. He was quiet for a moment before sighing softly and moving to let the leader take his boyfriend from his arms. “Be careful with him.”

“Of course.” Shiro smiled softly before nudging Keith and leaving to take Lance to his room. The 19 year old had fallen asleep after they got him to take his medicine and the group had been relieved when he slowly buy surely began to calm.

They had to explain anemia to Allura and Coran, whom had both been trying to get them to put the Blue Paladin in the cryopod. Coran seemed more freaked out about it than Allura, but that was probably because he had gotten close to Lance over the past year or so.

“He’s going to be okay, right?” Keith stared at their passed out boyfriend, put his hand on the scanner so the door would open. He followed Shiro into the room and watched as he laid Lance down on the bed.

“He should be fine.” The older male murmured before letting out a soft sigh. He noticed Keith fidgeting and let out a tired chuckle. “Do you want to lay with him?” At the quick nod he got in reply, Shiro smiled softly and moved so Keith could carefully climb over Lance and lay on his side closer to the wall. His arms snaked around the Blue Paladin, holding him close to his smaller form. Shiro smiled softly before climbing into bed with them, one arm wrapped securely around Lance while the other was wrapped around both of them.

When Lance would wake up later in that day, he’d find his boyfriends holding onto him like he was going to disappear from their hold. After the incident in the training room, Shiro and Keith were constantly making sure Lance remembered to take his iron pills and though it was tiring, it was nice to know they cared.




Please do send me more prompts like this, this was so much fun to write!

Reckless

Prompt: @whothehellisbella‘s song challenge - I’m In Here by Sia

A/N:This. Was. A. STRUGGLE!!! I wound up outlining a whole series that I felt really went with this song (yet to come), and this is the blob that I wrote for a one shot in in its stead. It’s angsty af and sooooo damn long. Idk team. Idk.

Warning: aaaangst, poor relationship dynamics.

Word Count: 6247 I’m fainting. This is the longest fic I’ve ever posted. I’m done.

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

“She gonna be okay?” Tony asked, handing Steve a cup of the shitty black sludge that the cafeteria passed off as coffee. His sharp brown eyes scanning the windows for any glimpse of you through the partially closed blinds. The muffled steady beeping of the monitors was a comfort, at least.

“Think so,” Steve sighed, finally lifting his gaze from his feet to mimic Tony’s glances into the room. He’d been seated opposite your door with his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands since your arrival. “As long as the grafts take and she gets through the quarantine stage, she should recover alright.”

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When they're sleepy (Hamilsquad Headcannon)

Alex

-Alex becomes super whinny
-He wants any physical contact he can get
-His hair makes it way up into a sloppy bun
-His glasses ride the brim of his nose
-He craves coffee, takes a sip and then sets it aside
-He doses off standing up,
-When he’s fallen asleep, he snores, one leg thrown over the back of the couch

John

-John is the complete opposite
-He’s drained, and he’s also whinny
-He loves to have his hair played with
-He zones out sometimes, daydreaming about sleeping
-He’s constantly yawning,
-He claims the tears are his soul leaking out
-John often falls asleep leaning against something- a wall, the counter, arms crossed.
(Like wtf)

Hercules

-He’s super hyper
-Laughs-cries
-Refuses to sleep no matter how tired he is
-Then he complains about the stinging in his eyes
-He’s acts like a child, pouting when you bring up sleep,
-Snores shake the house, arms always have to be wrapped someone

Lafayette

-Really distant
-Angry tired
-Offended if someone breathes too heavily
-100x sassier
-Grumpy
-But will literally laugh at nothing for ten minutes until he’s crying
-Falls asleep with no warning
-Wakes up in someone’s arms and then apologizes for being so grumpy, “I was tired chéri.”

Crossed Wires (Cole Sprouse x Reader)

“Maybe something like you really like Cole but you think he likes Lili and he thinks you like KJ and he gets super jealous and idk then somehow he confesses his feelings hehe xx” –Anonymous

Imagine: Ever since being hired to work on the cast of Riverdale you’ve had more than professional feelings for your co-star, Cole Sprouse. His on-screen and potentially off-screen romance with Lili Reinhart complicates things, and you find solace in your friendship with KJ Apa. In the end, everyone’s wires get crossed.


You watched your coworkers Lili and Cole as they did the latest interview in promotion of Riverdale Season 2. The interviewers teased Lili incessantly about “Bughead” and the makeout scene from the Season 1 finale. Cole joined in on the teasing, laughing all the while. Lili blushed, embarrassed.

You leaned against the wall of the viewing gallery, arms crossed. Your eyes narrowed at the interaction.

“Whoa there, Serpent girl,” KJ joked, leaning up next to you. “Getting into your role a little too much?”

Little did the interviewers know that the girl watching from afar was going to be the newest upcoming star in Riverdale as the female South Side Serpent counterpart to Jughead, and Betty’s rival as his love interest. While you were ordered to keep mum on the part until your big reveal, your agent asked that you shadow the others as they interviewed so that you could prepare for the fame that would come with your first big acting gig.

You turned to him, grinning good-naturedly. “Just learning from the best.”

Cole put an arm around Lili and your expression soured. KJ laughed, and you glared at him, hoping the noise didn’t interrupt the recording.

“Would you like to learn from someone in particular?” KJ asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Your face reddened. Part of your preparation for the role included doing a lot of one-on-one character training with Cole to build your chemistry. Cole’s idea of “character training” was not reading lines but instead spending inordinate amounts of time together going on walks, eating out, and other discrete adventures. To make things worse, his sincere blue eyes made your heart jump a little bit more than you’d like to admit.

You knew Cole and Lili were close long before you’d met him. You knew they were “couple goals” on his Snapchat and their relationship on the show was the biggest ship on teenage-targeted television. It didn’t mean you have to like it.

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Canoodling - Jughead Jones

So after watching episode 2 of Riverdale I was wondering if I could have a Jughead imagine? Where you’re secretly dating because you’re considered popular and basically kiss him in front of “the popular” people to stop them from thinking Jughead isn’t getting laid? Thanks!

imagine please? defending jughead when reggie teases him, probably?

Originally posted by mieczyslwstilinski


I kind of combined the two of these things…I hope you two are okay with that…I really enjoyed writing it.  I kinda changed the order of events, in the episode, a bit and I hope that’s okay. I don’t even know what that ending is…

You were walking down the halls of Riverdale High School when you felt a tug on your hand and was pulled inside the storage closet. The door shut behind you quickly, but not before there was still enough light to see the outline of an all too familiar hat.

“We really must stop meeting like this.” Despite the darkness, you could almost see the glint in Jughead’s smile as he said the line. You pulled on the light string hanging from the ceiling and found yourself nearly chest to chest with your boyfriend. “You dork,” you said while rolling your eyes. He smiled at you and despite the recent light of events, you felt happy. Jughead grabbed your hand in both of his, running his fingers over your knuckles. “Do you wanna stay after school for the game?” His gaze lifted from your hands to your eyes and you saw them sparkle. “Of course. How’d everything go with Archie?” He shrugged in response, “Good, hopefully it’ll get better after the game.” You nodded, leaning upwards to pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’m going to be late,” you started to pull away, “I’ll see you after school in the lounge, Okay?” He gave your hand one last squeeze, “See ya later, Y/N.” You shot him another smile and quickly darted out of the closet. When back in the hallway, you looked around and sighed in relief that nobody saw you sneak out of hiding. It wasn’t because you were ashamed of dating Jughead, granted you were somewhat popular amongst your peers; it was because you and Jughead both found value in privacy. It was nobody else’s business what you got up to in your freetime and Jughead simply didn’t care about your peers to tell anyone that you two were dating. It was troublesome sneaking around, but moments like those where it was just you two alone, even briefly, were the moments you looked forward to the most.


When the final bell rang, you made your way towards the lounge. You figured that Jughead would already be there, in an attempt to find a spot before it filled up with cheerleaders and loud jocks. Your guess was correct because, when you walked in, your eyes landed on him. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed on his chest, and scowling at the people before him. When he saw you, he gave you a quick smile that you returned. In order to avoid suspicion, you walked over to greet a few of the jocks and fell into conversation with Veronica.

You almost were having a good time when Reggie, a cocky football player, started to talk about Jason Blossom’s murder, instantly killing the mood. “If someone here did kill him, it couldn’t have been a jock. No, it would be the lonely, sad internet troll, that’s too busy typing manifestos to get laid.” You looked up and saw Reggie staring at Jughead as if in question. “Like Jughead.” The others started laughing, except for you and Archie. Anger burned in your heart, but you couldn’t defend your boyfriend with making it obvious. Then again, if you weren’t going to stand up for him, why were you dating him? You stood up with purpose, walking towards your boyfriend. He raised his eyebrows but you simply leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. Howls and whistles were let out by half the people in the lounge. You pulled back, because if you didn’t, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to stop. “You’ve gotta be kidding me, really Y/N, he’s why you wouldn’t date me?” Reggie yelled and you spun on your heels to face the football player. “Damn right he’s why,” you yelled back, “he’s not a dick that picks on others like yourself!” Everybody hollered and ‘oohed’ at your words. Then Veronica finally spoke up,  “So it looks like he’s getting laid after all,” you let out a laugh and grabbed Jughead’s hand in yours.

“But that doesn’t change anything! He still probably killed him.” Reggie shouted, trying to regain his high-ground. “Did you, ya know, do anything to the body? Like, after?” he asked, pressing Jughead further. You felt a sense of pride when Jughead answered, “It’s called necrophilia Reggie, can you spell it?” A smile crept up on your features, as you turned to Jughead. Suddenly, Reggie darted towards him, but Archie lunged forward in defense. “Shut the Hell up, Reggie.” Archie hissed, but Reggie wasn’t having it. Soon a fight broke out and it ended with Archie getting punched in the face, along with a teacher escorting Reggie out of the room.

You and Jughead decided it was probably best to get out of the school, so you started to make your way to his place. The walk was quiet, with neither of you willing to talk about what had happened yet. Before you knew it, you both turned into the driveway to his house  and walked inside. You both set your bags down and Jughead made a beeline to the kitchen. “Where are your parents?” You asked as you started to take off your shoes. “I found a note that said they were out shopping.” Jughead yelled across the house. You walked into the kitchen where Jughead was head-first in the refrigerator. You let out a giggle at the site, causing Jughead to face you. “What’s so funny?” You felt a blush rise to your cheeks and you lifted yourself to sit on the countertop, “You.” He walked towards you, standing in between your legs. He stared at you as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders and brought him closer. He leaned forward and brought his lips to yours, his hand reaching up to cup your jaw. Your hand pulled his hat off his head and with the other, your fingers buried themselves in his hair. You leaned back slightly pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“You want this back?” You asked, teasingly holding his hat by your fingertip. He smiled, leaning in once more, capturing your lips in another playful kiss. When you were distracted, he took the opportunity to snag his hat back. “Hey,” you said, pulling away from him. He let out a smug chuckle. “Thanks for that,” Jughead said, turning back to the search for food in the cabinets. “For what?” You asked, hopping down from the counter. He turned and gave you a pointed look, “Putting Reggie in his place.”

“He needed to be proved wrong.” He smiled at you, “So you were simply proving him wrong?” You nodded and he stepped closer to you. His hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer, “So you’re okay with canoodling at school now?” You let out a small laugh, “Canoodling? No, but acting like a couple, of course.” His green eyes sparkled at your answer, and he pressed a kiss to your lips. When you backed away you smiled, “Are you going to write this in your novel?” He smiled back with mischief gleaming in his eyes, “Maybe I will.”

softwordsandblondecurls  asked:

I'm so happy you have requests open again! Do you think you could do either (your choice) Gabe, Jesse, or Zarya swooping in and stopping someone who's flirting heavily with their very shy s/o in a really possessive manner? Your writing is amazing and so are you!

Your stomach flipped flopped. Your back was pressed against the wall, your arms wrapped protectively around your middle as you tried to look anywhere but the face of the taller man that had effectively trapped you. His arm was propped against the wall over your head, his body not pressed against yours but leaning close enough that you could feel his body heat roll off of him. He had ignored your gentle refusals, taking it instead as a sign that you were playing hard to get. Your voice kept dying in your throat as you tried to ask that he move back and let you pass.

“Now babe”, the man started again, leaning a bit closer and making you flinch. “How about that number?”

“N-no thank you”, you managed to squeak out, eyes squeezing shut as you prayed for someone or something to get rid of this jerk.


Gabe

Your entire body jerked as Gabe grabbed the man by the back of his shirt and roughly shove him away from you, anger rolling off of him in thick waves. He moved in front of you, glaring down at the man who was trying to push himself off of the floor.

“What’s your deal bruh”, the man tried to snap before seeing the murder in your boyfriend’s eyes, his words dying on his tongue. Scrambling back this he managed to push himself up, stumbling up and away. “Man fuck that, ain’t getting beat up for some bitch.”

“What the fuck did you say cabron”, Gabriel growled taking a half step toward him, only to stop when your arms wrapped around his waist. “Y/N…shit. You okay?”

You nodded your head against his back, squeezing him tighter, clinging to him making you feel safe.

“Thank you…”

Zarya

“Do we have a problem here?”

Zarya deep, lilting accent flooded you with warmth and relief, her pink-nailed hand resting heavy on the man’s shoulder. The man flinched before sneering mockingly at up at your pink haired girlfriend, turning to face her, attempting to brush off her hand to no avail. Zarya had a small smirk on her face, brow cocked up as he confirmed just how weak. Her hand tightened on his shoulder, his face twisting into a mask of pain, the man dropping to one knee before Zarya released him, bending close to his face with a menacing look.

“I will break you.”

The man paled before scrambling away, running away holding his shoulder and bits of his pride. Your eyes were practically glittering as you stared at your girlfriend, the Russian bodybuilder smiling coyly as you, opening her arms wide. You dove forward, wrapping your arms tight around her muscular torso and giggling happily.

“You’re so amazing!”

Jesse

You squeaked as you felt a hand grab yours, your body being yanked to the side. You suddenly felt yourself completely engulfed in the familiar sweet smell of cigar smoke and warmth, an arm wrapping tight around your waist. Your head spun as you tried to reason where you were, looking up and seeing the face of your darling cowboy. You practically melted in relief, leaning back into Jesse as the coils of anxiety relaxed. The man that had been hitting on you seemed confused before growling in agitation as he looked Jesse up and down, immediately dismissing the cowboy as any kind of threat.

“What the fuck man”, the stranger growled, taking a half step forward only to freeze.

McCree hadn’t moved but you knew what he was doing, knew the look that could fill his chocolate brown eyes when someone threatened his loved ones.

“Now woah there”, Jesse drawled out, arm wrapping tighter, protectively around your waist. “I do believe the lady so no. She was looking mighty uncomfortable as well. So why don’tya skedaddle? Wouldn’t wanna cause a scene, now would ya?”

Something in McCree’s words  seemed to click in the man, the man shooting you one last glare before stalking off. Your arm gently hugged McCree’s, sighing softly in relief.

“Thank you…”

“No need to thank me sweetpea, anythin’ for you.”

Up Against The Wall [a Barry Allen smut]

Request: Could I request an imagine where Barry (e1) is super duper stressed out and one night he just loses it and breaks something and like for some reason you think it’s super hot when he’s mad at then the naughty things happen?? Please and thanks!

a/n: oh boy dom!Barry is…yes


WARNING: Smut


Fuck everything. When Barry enters the apartment, that’s what’s going through his head. With heavy breaths, the speedster paces back and forth in the hallway; hands clasped around his thin neck. His light green button down flows at his slender waist and a low growl escapes his lips, knocking over the vase that’s on the table.

You hear a few crashes come from the living room, startling you. Putting your phone on the nightstand, you creep out of the bedroom, looking at the scene in front of you. Barry huffs, face bright red, standing over a pile of shards. “Barr? Are you okay, sweetheart?” you bite your lip, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction. Honestly, seeing your boyfriend this mad, is really turning you on.

Suddenly, Barry speeds in front of you, gripping your waist; plump pink lips attacking your neck animal like. Your back hits the wall forcefully and you pant, arms wrapping around his head, fingers tangling in his hair. He claws at your purple t-shirt, ripping it off your body, smirking when you gasp. “You.” his voice is muffled by your skin. “Are.” he licks your neck, “Mine.”

His teeth bite down, making you hiss, jumping up and hooking your legs around his tiny torso, grabbing onto his light brown locks harder. Barry flashes off your and his clothes, pinning you to the wall like a work of art, growling. A bold moan drops from your lips and you grind down on him, silently pleading for something.

Smirking, the speedster inserts his dick into your pussy, without warning. You groan, moving your hands down his amazing body, nails leaving scratch marks on his muscled back. “Oh god, Barry!” you breathe when he pounds into you. “W-what got into you?” you mumble, sucking on his impeccable jawline, breasts jiggling from his deep thrusts.

Instead of giving you a real answer, he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue, causing you to gasp, taking him deeper. Panting, you gulp, rocking your hips with his perfectly. He vibrates his finger on your clit, sucking on your boob, messy hair tickling your collarbone. Shouting his name, you feel your stomach tighten and bite down on your lip.

“Close, babygirl?” Barry asks, detaching his lips from your breast, voice lower than it usually is. Nodding, you watch his eyelashes flutter; hazel eyes now a lovely dark green color. “Cum on then.” he bites, thrusting into you harshly, cutting off your throaty moan with an opened mouth kiss.

Your legs quiver when you cum, nails digging into his back, making him hiss. In a second, Barry cums inside the condom, breathing into your mouth. He pants, pushing your hair out of your face to stare at you. “Sorry, I just… I got mad and I…” he shakes his head.

Pecking his lips, you grin at him. “Seeing you mad is a turn on, honestly.” you shrug.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” he winks. Cheeky bastard.

Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanficiton)

You remember when I said I can’t write fanficiton for shit? Well here we go! My best attempt! If you like it please let me know! I’m working on Chapter 2! Takes place after season 2, after finding Shiro (because Shiro will come back I will not accept anything else omg). 

CHAPTER 2 IS NOW HERE: http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/156953215941/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficiton-chapter-2

AND SO IS CHAPTER 3:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157047198811/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-3

ALSO CHAPTER 4:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157157013206/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-4

AND CHAPTER 5:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157254073496/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-5

AND CHAPTER 6:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157296304031/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-6

AND CHAPTER 7!

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157378879001/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-7

CHAPTER 8:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157547824756/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-8

CHAPTER 9:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157710839871/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-9

CHAPTER 10:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157841715481/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficition-chapter-10

ALSO YOU CAN READ THE WHOLE SERIES ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10025633

Lance and the Voltron Team go on a mission that goes horribly wrong. Lance is left behind to be interrogated by the mysterious Galra Prince Lotor. The team must rush to get him back at all costs. 


Chapter 1: Well, Great.

Lance awoke to the same face he had been seeing for a while now. That’s the thing about space, it’s hard to tell the time. But this Prince Lotor guy was making it even harder since he didn’t let Lance sleep more than an hour at a time, well he hoped it was an hour.

Team Voltron had been floating across the galaxy and found a distress beacon from a nearby planet. When they landed Allura asked the people what was wrong since they seemed pretty peachy for apparently being under distress. They lead the Voltron team to these large trees, like huge, way bigger than Earth’s trees. They entered a kind of makeshift elevator and when they reached the top they saw the problem.

A huge Galra ship hanging in the sky above them. No movement, nothing firing, just sitting there in the atmosphere above the planet. Obviously the people had panicked, sounded the distress beacon but the ship hadn’t done anything for a full week. The ship was making the people nervous so they left the beacon on hoping someone would come help them.

It was weird. Really weird. So of course they had to check it out. Team Voltron. Wooh. Anyway so eventually they went back to the castle. Allura and Coran did every scan they thought of and well they found no signs of life. Also weird. But they couldn’t destroy the ship, not from the castle. The shields were still up and they had to be disabled. So someone, namely Pidge had to get on the ship, disable the shield and get out so the castle could blast it out of the sky. Simple.

First of all Lance was the only one to think that maybe this wasn’t a great idea. Everyone else was convinced the scans worked, that no one was on the ship. Of course they went in still on alert but you know, things never go well for the paladin in blue. So Pidge was escorted by Lance and Keith while Hunk and Shiro waited with the castle just in case.

They entered the ship no problem. Not a big deal. Even got to the control panel without a hitch. But as soon as Pidge so much as touched the console things went to shit, real quick. When Pidge touched the console it set off some sort of alarm, out of nowhere Lance heard guards gathering outside the control room door. He and Keith readied their bayards then the comms went nuts. Shiro, Hunk and the castle had been surrounded by a Galra fleet. There was no escape. It had been a trap.

So Lance made a decision and a dangerous one. Without thinking he grabbed Keith and Pidge by the back of their uniforms and threw them over the edge of the control board, down a long drop where a vent lead to the outside of the ship. Pidge made a surprise squeak with Keith yelling Lance’s name. Lance turned and began to fire on the Galra soldiers. He knew what he had to do.

“I’m gonna blow the ship. Get as far away as you can, wormhole out if you have to!” He shouted over the comms.

There was muffled sounds of protest from Shiro and Hunk before the comms went dead completely. Great now they couldn’t communicate. The guards were piling through the door like mice escaping a hole. He had to hope that by now Pidge and Keith had made it far enough away, he couldn’t hold them any longer. So he turned his back, taking what cover he could from the tons of fire. He aimed at the crystal in front of him. He needed to break it. So he looked where he could fire. Where the crystal attached, he’s sure he can hit it. He aims, a shot from one of the guards hits him in the shoulder. Doesn’t matter. He breathes and fires. The shot hit sure and true and the crystal began to crack, sparks coming from it. Lance jumped into the cavern, going down the shaft to the vent. The crystal explodes.


Lance can’t hear anything, the explosion must have blown an ear drum. His back feels hot, spinning out of control into open air, jet pack not functioning. Great. Blue isn’t near enough to get to him. He had no idea how the castle was if everyone was okay. But the g-forces were causing his head to spin and he began to lose consciousness. His last thought was, I hope everyone gets out okay. Lance’s vision goes black as he continues to tumble towards the planet’s surface.


Everyone sees it, they hear it too. Keith and Pidge managed to get back to the castle in one piece right before the whole ship goes up. The explosion would have been spectacular if it wasn’t so frightening. Hunk and Shiro stopped fight just of a moment in sheer horror as the whole ship explodes. Lance was on that ship.

But the explosion works. The fleet takes damage, the explosion bigger than usual since they were fighting in the atmosphere rather than space. It takes out several ships. They have a chance to escape.

But everyone is frozen. Until they see it. A tiny figure tail spinning out of control in a blue and white suit.

“Lance!” Shiro shouts, trying to get to him before he hits the surface. But enemies were replacing the destroyed ones and he couldn’t get there in time.

Suddenly the ship that had hung back for the entire battle did something none of them expected. It sent out a beam of purple light and shined it on Lance’s out of control form. Lance’s body went limp, still and then slowly began to drag him toward the Galra ship.

Keith yelled, “They’re taking him!”

“We have to get him!” Pidge insisted. She hated the way he was limp, was he unconscious or worse?

They rushed to go get their lions. But Allura’s voice stopped them.

“YOU CANNOT!” She shouted.

Everyone paused even Shiro and Hunk who were still fighting outside the castle but they heard it over the comms. They had never heard Allura scream like that.

“We must wormhole out, we cannot win this fight.” She said this time barely a whisper.

There was a stunned silence before Keith of all people shouted.

“That’s LANCE out there! He just risked his life to give us a chance! We can’t abandon him!” Keith said, outraged.

Allura took in a breath.

“That is exactly why we need to go. Now. Lance bought us time. We can’t waste it.” She turned to them, tears in her eyes. Keith’s rage quickly melted.

“We will come back for him. We will find him and bring him home. However we need to be alive to do that. I’m certain we would not survive an assault on that ship. We must leave. Now.” Allura said tears streaking down her cheeks.

She wiped them the best she could and went to the comms telling Hunk and Shiro to come back. They were going to wormhole out. Reluctantly they came back, looking pale and worried. The ship made the wormhole, leaving the Galra and Lance behind.


Lance’s head felt heavy. His back felt worse, dry and stinging. He was being suspended against a wall. Arms, legs and torso bound by heavy thick clamps on the walls. Everything hurt. He slowly raised his head, moving it seemed to make it worse but he needed to see where he was. He knew he wasn’t in the castle but where exactly was he?

He blinked his eyes. Realizing quickly that one was having trouble seeing, which is a great thing to add to his ever growing list of problems. The room was dark with metal floors, walls and ceiling. Purple lights lined the walls in a linear pattern. He recognized that purple anywhere. He was on a Galra ship. Great.

He spent time looking over his injuries. He took a shot to the shoulder, he remembered that. But the rest must have been from the explosion or the free fall. His back was burnt, realizing the sensation. His left eye couldn’t see very well, vision was dark and tinted red. He could feel a cut over his eyebrow pulsing and swollen. His jaw felt fat and burned. The clamps were holding him to the wall a bit too tight and it seemed hard to draw a good breath. What a mess.

Soon the door flew open, showering the room in purple light. A tall man stepped in, long white hair and purple skin. Yellow almost glowing eyes looked at Lance with an interest that made his skin crawl. He was wearing armor, fancy armor. This guy was definitely in charge. Lance smirked, confidence couldn’t fail him now.

“Who are you? Zarkon’s replacement?” Lance asked, smug

The man took a moment and smiled.

“Yes, something like that.” He confirmed.

Lance was a little stunned, he honestly hadn’t expected him to answer.

“What, really?!” Lance asked, shocked.

The man smiled.

“My name is Prince Lotor, I am Zarkon’s son.” He took a step forward, examining Lance a little closer.

Once satisfied with being a creep he backed off.

”I must inform you that your fellow paladins have abandoned you.” Lotor said.

Lance breathed a small breath of relief. So they did get out. Good. That’s good, Lance thought although he couldn’t help the lump forming in his throat.

“Oh don’t worry, they’ll be back.” Lance said confidently.

Well he hoped anyway. Lotor paused and smile kept on his face.

“If that’s the case, how about we get started?”

Lance swallowed the lump was getting bigger. Two guards from the hallway came through the door.

“Bring it big ears.” Lance smirked.

Lotor’s face didn’t change, not even a twitch of anger. Now that Lance could see him up close, for a Galra he was pretty handsome. Nice hair. Although he seemed not all Galra. Lance wasn’t sure how he knew that but something about him read a little more of something else.

Lotor took a step closer, the guards following him closely as a flood of more people came into the room. Druids, that’s what their called. Cloaked with masks but the creepy witch lady wasn’t there which was a relief. But they shuffled in with metal floating boxes and began to take out what Lance had to guess was torture devices which wasn’t so great.

Lotor began to talk.

“You are the blue paladin of Voltron, riding the blue lion which also is a leg of Voltron. You were injured due to the explosion on the false ship over the planet of Neva. You escaped through a vent but the explosion was rather close to you. You were sent into the atmosphere were the gravity forced you unconscious. Our ship rescued you before you hit the planet. Once on board we treated some of your wounds so you did not die. But we left the majority that were not life threatening. Once you were brought aboard our ship the rest of the paladins used the explosion to escape us via wormhole.” Lotor smiled.

“This is the information we know. You see Zarkon was not one to share information with others. He unfortunately did not leave me any information about Voltron or its paladins. So I must gather the information myself.” He paused as a druid handed him something small and metallic.

The lump in Lance’s throat was growing bigger. He wanted to go home. He was scared. Terrified. But somewhere in the back of his mind which was flooded with terror rose something else. He remembered he protected the team. They were fine and were going to live for another day. Something in Lance clicked in place like a gear in his body was replaced with something stronger.

It didn’t matter. What happened to him didn’t matter. He must do everything he can to keep everyone safe. His emotions became steel and the breath that had been coming too quickly slowed. The fear was still there but that was natural the rest was made of unmoving steel.

Lance looked at Lotor his eyes narrowing and smirk plastered all over his face. He was not afraid.

“Why don’t you just get started then? Quit the chatter.” Lance snarled.

Lotor paused and blinked momentarily surprised. But then his smile grew across his face.

“Oh. I will have fun breaking you.”

So quick. Lance didn’t even register as Lotor took the small metal object and shoved it through Lance’s hand. Lance screamed.

Flannels & Shotguns

Sam x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Oversized flannel. Because everybody needs to be warned about that.

Forever Tags: @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa @dean-baby-Winchester @straightasdeanwinchester@animexchocolate@fabulouslycassie@lizbeth-loves-bobear @nicolesyneah25 @lemonadegazeelle


“Daddy, wait for me!” You bounded the corner. Dragging a small child size suitcase and doing your best to pull up the extra long sleeves on your arms.

“Munchkin, what are you doin’?” Dean came over to you, leaning against the nearest wall while smiling with his arms crossed.

“I wanna beat up monsters too.” You said energetically. Fully expecting them to let you go.

Sam, came into view. Laughing at the sight before him. There you were. Hair in a messy style from just waking up. Tugging a bag no doubt full of stuffed animals behind you. Wearing one of his flannels which fit like an extra long dress in your tiny body.

“Daddy already talked to you about going. It’s too dangerous, sweetheart.” He crouched down in front of you. Making it so you were near eye level with each other.

“Nuh-uh!” You sassed back at him. “An look, Daddy. My shirt can protected me just like you an Unkie Bean!” Waving your arm and flapping the sleeve, you showed him what you meant.

Both of the boys laughed lightly. Trying to not let you hear in fear of offending your four year old mind.

“Our flannels? How could they protect you?” He reached outward, taking your sleeve and rolling it up so your hands could be used properly.

“Betuz you always wear them and always come back to home. They protected you.” You spoke so innocently. “So they can protected me too, Daddy!” The words giggled off your lips.

“Dad, I think she’s figured out your secret.” Dean piped into the conversation, giving Sam a once raised eyebrow.

“I think you’re right, Dean.” Sam sighed. “You know what that means?” His attention directed towards you.

“What?” You asked with a small twinkle in your eye.

“It means you’re ready to be a hunter like us.” He laughed as you beamed with excitement and joy.

“But there’s rules. You’ve got to start at the beginning where all the big girls start. And soon you’ll be hunting the monsters with uncle and Daddy.” Dean spoke to you as he slipped his jacket on over his own flannel.

“Uncle Cas is going to teach you some hunting skills while we’re gone. Think you can get pass the first part of hunter training?” Eagerly you nodded at Sam.

Without a moment to spare you dropped the handle on your suitcase, letting it hit the ground as your small “combat” boots slapped against the ground as you ran towards the kitchen.

“Cassy! We has to go on a hunt so I can big girl hunt with Daddy and Uncle!” You yelled in a happy yet determined tone.

The only hunting in your future would be Easter Egg hunting.

magnus and alec are totally the type that distract each other when one of them has to leave for work or something. like everytime alec is round at the loft and he gets a phone call from the institute because for some reason they can’t seem to function properly when he’s not around, magnus pouts but follows alec to the door and gives him what alec thought would be an chaste kiss but before he knows it he’s got magnus pressed against the wall with magnus’ arms wrapped tightly around his neck and they’re kissing still but more frantically this time and whenever alec tries pulling away, magnus’ arms tighten a bit more around him until alec is laughing and stopping to press a kiss in between each word as he says “I really do have to go” and magnus sighs and pouts again and alec just groans because he knows what magnus is trying to do with that god damn pout and magnus knows how much it affects him so alec promises that he’ll make it up to him later when he gets home. and magnus feels this warm feeling in his chest when alec refers to the loft as “home” but he quickly recovers and winks “hmm we’ll see” and alec just smiles as he leaves. turns out magnus is very busy later that evening with a potion for a client so alec has to try some distraction techniques of his own

Overwatch Kissing Headcanons (Gentlemen)

Genji

  • Pre-cyborg Genji? All fucking over the place
    • French kisses, neck kisses, lots of groping, always in control
    • And most likely will be followed up by sex
  • But present Genji? Much different
  • To start, kisses from him will be rare since it requires him to remove his entire faceplate, and he’s still a little self-conscious of the scarred flesh beneath it
  • So if you ever did get a kiss from him, it would mean something—it would only be at the right time
  • His lips are soft, but also have a good amount of scarring on them
  • Favorite kind of kiss to receive would be a kiss on the eyelids
    • Because all he has to do is remove the one part of his face plate and close his eyes, then you can move in and carefully smooch him
  • Favorite kind of kisses to give…
    • With his mask, an eskimo kiss; doesn’t require him to remove his mask, all he has to do is nuzzle you
    • But with his mask off, probably single lip kisses
  • If it’s one of those meaningful kisses that he’s been holding out for, he’ll whisper a sweet nothing into your ear in Japanese (fuck yes!)
  • Ok, just one more thing: leave lipstick marks on his faceplate! He won’t notice and it’s hilarious to see other people’s reactions (especially Zenyatta’s!)

McCree

  • I hope you don’t mind the slight flavor of nicotine and tabacco
  • But as long as you don’t, things should be fine!
  • Favorite kiss to give is one right on the jawline or the cheek
    • Favorite to receive is when his s/o comes up behind him, wraps their arms around him, and kisses his neck or shoulder
  • And if you kiss him well and hard enough, you may even get him to swear (“Damn, darlin’”)
  • When he’s being a dork, sometimes he’ll sneak up on you, go “It’s hiiiiiigh noon” and surprise kiss you
  • A bit of a tease, as well

Reaper

  • He’s not too into the overly affectionate sides of relationships anymore
    • Especially since he has a mask now and hates showing his face
  • Isn’t too pleased if his partner tries to force any PDA on him
    • So don’t try to smooch him on the mask while he’s busy
  • But, if and only if you’re alone, he’ll occasionally indulge you and take off his mask
    • Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get to just kiss him; he always has to be in control
    • 90% of the time you’ll be up against the wall with your arms pinned (he’ll only get rougher if you try to get away)
  • But his s/o will have to initiate almost every kiss, he won’t actively seek one out even if he wants one…y’know cuz he’s edgy and stuff
  • Starts at the bottom, then trails his kisses down, down, down…
  • Definitely not for the faint of heart

Soldier: 76

  • Such a fucking gentleman
    • He was even more so back when he was the Strike Commander
    • But those chivalrous instincts are still there, although he will be more hesitant to kiss simply because he doesn’t like showing his face
  • So first, you’ll have to get him comfortable enough with you to take off his mask
    • Ok, now move in!
    • Give him a lingering kiss right on the corner of his mouth, those are his favorite
  • If there’s no time for him to take his mask off, he’s ok with a forehead hiss, too
  • Favorite kiss to give would be a French kiss, but he likes it best when he’s holding you, letting you melt into his arms
    • If you’re shy or sensitive, he’ll check if you want him to stop
    • So flexible and careful with what his partner likes and doesn’t like. Again, he’s a gentleman

Hanzo

  • Like Reaper, he isn’t into PDA either
    • Finds it distasteful, so only try to kiss him when you’re alone
  • Oh, and it’ll take a while in the relationship before he’s even ready to begin physical contact
    • I’m so sorry, he’s so hard to smooch in the beginning!
    • So the first time you kiss him, he’ll be so stiff!
  • But once he gets used to it, he’ll take his partner’s chin gently and carefully place a kiss on their lips
  • Favorite kiss to get is the shoulder and back kiss
    • This guy is a sucker for massages at night (once he’s at that level with you, that is), so go ahead and smooch him on the back during those times
    • It’ll take him totally by surprise, and he may just quit the message all together to snog you

Junkrat

  • Oooooh, boy…so messy, sooo sloppy
  • I hope you know what you’re getting into with Jamison, he ain’t letting you go until he’s done with you
    • He’s clingy, and he loves his PDA
  • Making out with him will probably some of the loudest, wettest, sloppiest kissing you’ve ever had
    • He will leave soot smears all over your face when he’s done, and you’ll smell like explosives
    • “Hooly dooly!” (after making out with his partner)
  • Loves being on top of them during all this. He’s skinny, so he isn’t too heavy, don’t worry hon
  • Not one for the slow and sensual
    • If you try and take it slow, he’ll just speed it right up!
    • So his favorite kind of kiss to get would be out of nowhere, forceful (bruising lips), and full on
    • Loves it when his s/o can reciprocate the same kind of passionate force that he can
  • Sometimes, Junkrat will nibble your ear, too
    • Where did that Trashmouse get sharp teeth?!
    • So I suppose he’d leave bite marks, too. Gotta let people know you’re his.
    • Go ahead and bite him back. Again, loves it if you can reciprocate

Torbjorn

  • You can’t kiss Torbjorn because he’s too busy snogging a turret and his undeserved Play of the Game

Reinhardt

  • Sweet old man! Loves to give pure little pecks to the check and lips~
  • All the better if his s/o is short, that way he can scoop them up in his arms and smooch them
  • I don’t think he’d be up for total make outs, though, he likes classy and old fashioned kisses
    • Too old for the more hands on stuff
  • Great to give him a smooch right before a fight! He’ll get even more pumped up!
    • Just when you think he’s gonna give out, all his s/o needs to do is give him a peck and bing! He’s back in it!
  • Just don’t try leaving lipstick marks on his “Precision German Engineering” armor. He does not like that.

Roadhog

  • Getting an actual, real, involving-lips-kiss with Mako is rare
  • He constantly wears that mask which I think might even help him breathe
  • So most of the time, he’ll give you little eskimo kisses with the snout of his gas mask
    • Might go “oink, oink” as he does to make you giggle
  • Smooch his tummy, he loves that!
  • He isn’t too big on PDA except for holding hands. Oh God, whenever you’re out with him, you’ll always have a big, meaty hand around yours
  • But for the rare occasion he gives you a real kiss (and most of the time he only lifts up his mask enough to see his lips), It’ll only linger for a few seconds before he pulls away
  • Oh wait, almost forgot! He might surprise hook you on occasions and yank you right over just so he can give you one of his snout kisses!
    • “Here, little piggy” (Mako as he hooks you)
    • He will stop this if you’re not ok with it, pouting from behind his mask as you scold him

Zenyatta

  • Don’t say you can’t kiss an omnic, of course you can!
  • His favorite is when you’re so close to him that his orbs surround both of you (so it’s like you’re in perfect harmony~)
  • His favored kiss to receive is a lingering kiss right on his face (where his nose would be)
  • Despite his zen, calm exterior, he’s the most likely candidate to start giggling while you’re kissing
  • And since he can’t really reciprocate the kiss (no lips), he’ll find other ways too, such as running his fingers through your hair or massaging your palms or back while you smooch him
  • Unlike Genji, he’s more attentive to any lipstick marks you leave on his robotic face and will clean them off before seeing anyone else
    • Doesn’t mean he won’t notice a mark on one of his orbs
    • Genji might point out one day, “Master, you have something on your right orb.” “Which one?” “The one on the—oh, it’s behind you now.” “This one?” “No, over to the –” “Point to the one, please.” “The one with the lipstick on it.” “W-what?”