#and he decided to just smile or like try to talk to them

[the-modern-typewriter]

hey , I've been in love with your writing ever since I came across your blog , will you please write about a very intimidating villian who decides to kidnap the hero because he finds him cute when he is absolutely afraid of him

"The man who isn't afraid of anything," the villain mused. He trailed the edge of a blade along the hero's cheek, capturing a silent tear upon the tip. "Look at you now."

"Whatever it is that you want from me, whatever you want to know-"

"-Shh."

The hero's mouth snapped shut.

The villain smiled, crooked with an illusion of wholesome boyishness at the corner.

"You talk when I ask you a question, cutie," the villain said. "The only other sound I want to hear from you otherwise is whimpers. That was your one warning. Nod if you understand?"

Of course, the hero couldn't comfortably nod with a sharp knife against their face; not without digging the blade into suddenly soft skin.

The villain raised an eyebrow.

The hero nodded, very slightly, but even that tiny movement caused the blade tip to dig in. A small bead of blood formed on their perfect features, trickling down towards their jaw. The hero's breath hitched.

The villain's smile grew. "Good boy."

The hero shuddered, one of those whimpers all too ready and startled on his tongue. His eyes were all wide and pretty filled with an animal panic.

The villain reached out a hand, smoothing his palm along the hero's chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall, the desperate thumping of his heart like the sweetest melody.

The hero's eyes flinched shut. He trembled in his restraints.

The hero was not, it was true, a man frightened of many things. His abilities left him invulnerable to everything. Well, almost everything, as they had found. The villain's particular gift was to suck away the powers of anyone around him by virtue of his mere presence. The expression on the hero's face when he realised he'd gone from unstoppable god to just a man, to just like everyone else...

Well. It was adorable. The villain had always liked to collect adorable things.

"Please," the hero whispered, like he just couldn't help himself. The once powerful often couldn't.

"Was that a question, my dove?"

"Just let me go. I didn't - I'm sorry I came after you - I didn't - I thought -"

"You thought you could win?" The villain's voice was oh so sweet.

The hero flinched again. He met the villain's gaze and gave another frantic nod as the villain's blade moved on, caressing down their chest to meet the villain's free hand.

"That was stupid, wasn't it? What a silly goose you are."

A delicious, impotent fury flashed through the hero's eyes.

The villain dug the blade in. It was barely even a scratch, but a scratch could be a terrible thing to a man who had never had the privilege of being hurt before, knowing only that it could get much worse.

The fury was entirely drowned out by terror again.

The villain made a show of sighing. "You'll tell me everything?"

"I - what? Yes."

"You'd hand your friends over on a platter? Everyone counting on you?"

The hero's jaw clenched with anguish.

"Hm?" the villain pressed. "Would you hand them all over in exchange for me letting you go?"

"Yes." It was barely above a whisper.

"Go on then."

He let the hero bluster and ramble, trying to tuck away details and secrets, trying to stall, trying to do anything he could to win like he still hadn't quite learned. The villain nodded diligently along, devouring it all.

The hero eventually stuttered to a halt.

The villain waited a beat. The he stabbed the knife gently into the hero's hand.

The hero screamed. Confusion and outrage and guilt joined the terror. There was no longer a single tear, but a flood of them.

Cute, cute, cute.

The villain leaned in, knife moving fast to tilt the hero's head.

"I didn't take you for information," he confessed. "I just took you."

The hero stared at him, almost uncomprehending, eyes glassy. "But - I - what do you want from me"?

The villain pressed a kiss to the hero's nose.

"Nothing."

The hero whimpered again. Just pathetic.

"There's literally nothing you can do to make you let you go, sweetheart," the villain said, in the same confiding tone of voice. "I'm not going to."

The hero shook his head. He seemed to be having difficulty breathing properly. He was reaching the overwhelmed stage of fear, wasn't he? Not the villain's favourite, but a delight nonetheless.

The villain patted the hero's cheek, tender comfort, and stroked his hair. He pulled the hero a little closer, cooing in his ear. He gave him a moment to relax, instincts all disorientated and craving something lovely. He waited until the hero had struggled his breathing back under control, trying oh so hard to be brave. Then.

"You're going to die here, my little love," the villain said. "Now. What should we do about you speaking out of turn?"

[mocchii-writes]

Hiiii! Could you do a Thanos x reader where the reader has a really shitty ex who’s in the games and is being cruel to her and Thanos just straight up wipes the floor with him?

Bonus points if he also gets him eliminated in the next game haha

In the Storm, I Stay Clear

Paring: Choi Su-bong (Thanos) x fem!reader

Summary: After your ex is unfortunately in the games, but Thanos doesn't hesitate to do you a favor.

Words: uhh a few

Warnings: Swearing, bullying :<

A/n: Grr, I know this is short, but I have a lot of req rn. I'm sorry ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You really thought your day couldn't get any worse. You were practically kidnapped, stripped of your belongings, and thrown into a concrete cage with hundreds of other people. But luck had decided to leave you in the dust, apparently. You had survived the Six-Legged Pentathalon with little to no struggle, though it was totally jarring. You're trying to relax when you hear a chilling sound.

"I didn't know there was a rat problem here. Though I wouldn't put it past this place." It calls. You freeze. Why was your ex here? Your mind flows a tsunami of thoughts through you before you organize them and respond.

"Get lost, I don't want to talk to you." You think it seems direct enough that he'll scoff and leave, but that's really your mistake.

"Why so aggressive? The past is the past! C'mon, ease up!" By now, he's walked around to look at you. You simply continue eating your food, easily ignoring what he says and sniffling a laugh. "Hey!" He snaps, dropping his cocky demeanor. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

You can't catch yourself when you let your guard down for a second. He swipes his hand across your tray, knocking the food down and onto the floor. It rattles with a loud clank that turns eyes to you two. He smirks and looks back at you.

"This isn't over, bitch. Do you think you can just run away from your problems?" He steps closer, lowering his voice as you keep your face stone. "I'll make sure you know what it feels to be hurt." He says. It's a stupid threat. It's much too vague to be taken seriously, and he looks really dumb at this angle. You snicker at him, which is a mistake, apparently.

You hear the gasps before the stinging on your face, but you're not surprised. He winds up to slap you again, but he's jerked by something. You finally lift your head back up to see him, but it's not him you see.

It was Thanos, though that's probably not his name. He had made himself quite popular, and you wouldn't deny the fact he had the face for fame. He's holding your ex by the collar, pulling him to look at his face. He mutters something you can't hear, and swiftly lands a punch straight to his jaw.

Unsurprisingly, your ex stumbles to the ground, rubbing his jaw as he starts to get up. He's stopped, though, by a hard kick to his gut. He groans in pain as Thanos stomps onto his hand. Thanos pulls him back up.

"You clearly never learned how to treat women, no?" He says lowly, the boy shaking his head quickly, muttering apologies. "Don't apologize to me, bitch." Thanos twists your ex's shoulders around and you're face to face with him again, only this time he's pathetic.

"I'm... sorry..." He whispers, looking down at his hands, bruising quickly. This was a sight you would surely never forget. You smile, tilting your head.

"I can't hear you." You coo, laughing at his state as he mutters another louder apology. Thanos throws him back to the ground before fixing his hair and approaching you.

"Senorita, you know I'd never treat you like that if you were mine, yeah?" He says, looking at you with a new tint in his eyes.

"I admire your effort, but you gotta give it a moment." You smile, bringing your hands to his forearms. "Thank you." You say, quieter. You can tell his attitude softens, though you're unsure what shows it. His eyes remain confident, and he nods at you, smiling.

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Mingle? It sounded simple enough to you, but that's not in practice. You haven't made a lot of friends here, so you'll have to hope for a pity party or a desperate group. You're jerked out of your thoughts by the circular platform you're standing on suddenly begining to spin. Eerily cheerful children's music begins to echo through the area, and a number is called out.

"Five."

Well, that's four too many, as your luck would bring it. Seemingly for your ex, too, as he comes running to you immediately. He's got a busted lip, and he's pleading with you about something, but you're not listening, tracking your eyes to search for people.

You feel a hand on your arm pull you backwards, but your ex has a string hand on your arm. You outstretched your arms, turning to look at the person on your other side. To no surprise, it's Thanos. He has 4 people behind him, and they're all looking at you. You try to run, but your ex is really not letting up his grip. Okay, now you're panicking. You glance to the large red clock.

00:08

You're not going to make it unless something is done about your situation you're frozen in. Lucky for you, a kick is heaved to the chest of your ex, sending him backward as you're dragged away before you can process it. The door is quickly sut behind you, and you turn to Thanos, his hand still holding your wrist.

"Thank you." You whisper. He smirks cockily, but you let it slide. He pulls his hand from your wrist to your hand as you hear gunshots echo. One less problem for you, I guess.

Idk if I like this, but it was pretty fun to write ♡

~🍡🍡

[sturmatt]

Soft Launching??

Paring: Logan Sargeantx Singer!reader

Summary: You Started Sof Launching your relationship but no one even knew you had a bf.

faceclaim: Lexi Jayde

a/n: Sooo This is my first ever fanfic or whatever pls pls I'm not good at this pls like it or don't idk I'm trying something new.

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oliviajayde: A week in my life

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user1: your smile 🥺🥺

user2: NEW MUSIC NEW MUSIC

oscarpiastri: I look good

oliviajayde: I Still think Lily is better looking than you

user4: So is no one going to talk about the guy in the 3rd and 4th slide?????

user5: Since when did liv have a whole-ass boyfriend wtf

user6: logan??? what are you doing here

user7: okay but lily and oscar in the last photo is soo cutee

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[caption: giving you all the flowers]

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user1: WHAT IS THIS LOGAN????

oliviajayde: you're so cute🥺

logansargeant: Only for you my love

oscarpiastri: gross

logansargeant: shut up u big baby acting like you don't do this with lily

user2: okay mr. american

user3: Since when wtf

user4: stopp this is so cute ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

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logansargeant: my second favorite thing to wake up to nowadays

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user1: Since when did you get a dog??

alex_albon: YOU HAVE A DOG WHAT I NEED TO MEET THEM NOW

loganseargent: we just got her chill

user2: WE?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE!!

oliviajayde: Awww she's soo cute what's her name

logansargeant: Her name is Goldie My gf picked it out

oliviajayde: Your gf seems wonderful

user3: I'm still hooked on the Caption like what do you mean SECOND FAVORITE?????

user3: So basically he just confirmed he's dating someone and they got a whole-ass dog together wtf

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oliviajayde: Happy 2 years to my american. Love you lots my love

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logansargeant: Happy 2 years my love.

alex_albon: FINALLY IT'S OUT I'M FREE

oscarpiastri: Finally You guys decided to annouce it

(hope to make more if you want more let me know It's my first one so it's not good.)

[lavenders388]

hey :) I was wondering if you could do a Dae ho fic, where he and the reader are absolutely oblivious to their feelings and Jung-bae decides to do what he can to push them together (the ultimate wing man) Thanks

~Oblivious~

Kang Dae Ho x Reader

requested 💌

a/n: this is the cutest request ever:) i love jung bae and dae ho together and this is such a sweet idea! sorry if this seems a bit rushed!! i wrote it before school:3

"during lights out, we should keep watch over the group in pairs." gi hun states sternly. he is met with some mumbled "why?"s, but out of desperation and lack of anything else to follow in the place, everyone has silently agreed to just go with what he says.

as the recorded voice echoes throughout the large, intimidating room you all will call home for the night, you look around to who could be your second for watch duty. you think about choosing maybe guaem ja or her son as they have become the closest to you, closest to friends.

"hey y/n, you watch with dae ho tonight." you hear from the bunk next to you. you look and see it to have come from jung bae, the man who knows gi hun from before the games. you've grown to trust him as well, his genuineness aiding in delivering moments of relief from the awful place you've all found each other in. you notice he's trying to hide a smile.

"okay sure!" you say with a small smile, relieved to know what the plan is for the night as well as to have someone to spend it with. the thought of not being alone relieves your fear massively, and then thought of dae ho being your partner made your twinge.

"may i stay here until it's my turn?" you ask gi hun, referring to your bunk that's across the X side of the room. "yes of course, it wouldn't be safe to walk all that ways in the night." gi hun replies. the reminder of the unsafe situation makes your skin crawl thinking about what could come throughout the night.

all you want is to just go home, but knowing that home wouldn't be much better makes your spirit falter. you've grown to enjoy being apart of your group, the community being something very starkly different than what you're used to. you had a few friends before coming to the game, but you were never super close. they probably haven't even noticed you're missing yet. as the brisk thought of them not having a clue of your whereabouts crosses your mind, you look around to the group who decided they would protect you throughout this before even knowing you. they're all talking amongst themselves, joking and being kind. its refreshing. it makes you forget all about where you are.

you decide that when you're out you wont be notifying your friends back home. you'll take the money and spend your time with the people you're with right now, the people who chose to care for you out of the kindness of themselves.

thinking about this makes you realize how much you don't want to stop spending your time with these people. your thoughts are interrupted by a soft hand on your shoulder. you turn and see dae ho.

you smile at him, and listen as he begins to tell you why he got your attention. "we should stay close together until its time for our watch. would you like to sleep in the bed next to mine?" he says with his normal confidence, all though you notice his voice faltering a bit when he asks you to sleep next to him. "of course dae ho, thank you for asking." you say smiling at him again.

"actually would you guys be okay taking the first watch, it would probably be the safest one." you hear from above you as you see jung baes head poking out of one of the taller bunks. you both agree and get out of bed heading to where gi hun designated the watch point of your little base.

after you get settled, an awkward silence falls on you. "do you really think that people will try to fight us tonight?" you ask dae ho in a whisper, trying to start a conversation but also speaking your worry in a way that might make you feel better. "I'm not sure, but gi hun said that's what happened last time. he didn't say it was every night though, so maybe we'll be okay tonight." he says in a soft but still confident tone. it makes you feel safer, knowing that fighting may not even break out tonight. his voice comforts you as well.

"what do you plan on doing with the money when you get out?" you ask him, looking up at him for the answer. "well first i would pay off some debts, then i think i would buy a house, or even an apartment depending on how much i get. and then after that i haven't really thought of anything." he says with a chuckle that brings a smile to your face. "what about you, y/n?" he asks you. "honestly the same as you. like exactly. I wanna pay off whatever I can and then settle down somewhere. and then I'm not sure." you say to him with a smile. you think its funny you both have the same plan.

"i think thats a great idea y/n." he says to you softly and genuinely. you've grown to really appreciate the way he speaks to you, to everyone. you smile at him again as another awkward silence falls over the two of you. "if you make way more than what you think you will, then what do you think you would do?" he asks sweetly, caring for your answer as well as to dissipate the silence. "I have no idea!" you say a little louder than you should've, with a hint of sarcasm. "i think maybe id get like a cool car or something i don't know." you say laughing at yourself. your laugh makes him smile.

"what would you do dae ho?" you ask him in return. "i might start up a business or something, like maybe a coffee shop or a little market." he answers. you find this endearing. "that's really interesting!" you reply. "that sounds really fun, maybe ill do that as well."

"maybe we could do it together."

he states, his mood shifting from small talk to something more.

"i would really like that." you reply.

"hey lovebirds its our turn to watch." jung bae says laughing with gi hun from behind the two of you. you wonder how long they've been standing there.

as you crawl back into the bed next to him, you begin to hope there was truth in jung baes words.

[astro-stars]

Hear me out on this... TWST with a Southern! Reader.

Like, it's the first day of school, and obviously Reader can't remember the names of the two people they just met, so when Ace says one thing or another, complaining about someone called Riddle, they just go "Hm, yeah, sweetheart."

Ace drops his lunch.

Or when they step on Leona's tail by accident, immediately going, "Oh, darling, are you alright?"

Leona couldn't fall asleep for the first time in a while.

Or after Azul's overblot, how can he not cry more, especially when Reader is rubbing circles into his shoulders, cooing, "It's okay, love, let it all out."

The scammer, unfortunately, couldn't look Reader in the eyes for a while after that.

Or when Reader gets mad, like when they cook something for their friends and Grim eats it, their immediate instinct is to go "WITH ALL I DO FOR THIS HOUSE, YOUNG MAN, WHY DON'T YOU TRY YOUR HAND AT FEEDING THIS HOUSE?!"

By house, they mean the five other first years.

please ignore that theyre out of order😭 its just the order i came up with them!

Ace Trappola

During a Class Mishap Ace messes up a potion and it starts bubbling over, covering his face in soot. Reader chuckles softly and drawls, “Well, bless your heart, sugar, you tryin’ to invent fireworks in here?” Ace sputters, trying to explain himself, but the way Reader says “sugar” makes him forget what he was even going to say. He spends the rest of the class trying (and failing) to act unfazed.

Deuce Spade

When He Gets Into Trouble Deuce gets caught in yet another fight, his uniform a mess. Reader sighs, crossing their arms. “Now, darlin’, I know your momma raised you better than this. You think brawlin’ is gonna solve your problems?” Deuce blushes deeply, stammering out an apology, and promises to do better. He can’t decide if Reader’s scolding feels more like comfort or a proper lecture, but either way, it gets through to him.

Jack Howl

After a Long Run Jack comes back from a run, panting heavily. Reader hands him a water bottle and says, “There you go, honey. Can’t have you keelin’ over on me, now.” Jack pauses mid-sip, ears twitching. He mumbles a quiet “thanks” but spends the rest of the day wondering why being called “honey” makes his tail wag.

Ruggie Bucchi

When He Steals Food Ruggie swipes a bite of Reader’s lunch, thinking they won’t notice. Reader glares and slams their hand on the table. “Now, listen here, sugar. If you’re gonna steal from me, at least have the decency to leave a ‘thank you’ note!” Ruggie freezes, torn between laughing and apologizing. He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry, I’ll leave a note next time, promise.”

Floyd Leech

During One of Floyd’s Moods Floyd is sulking in the lounge, glaring at anyone who comes near. Reader plops down beside him, ignoring the tension. “What’s got you in such a twist, darlin’? You look like a cat that’s been rained on.” Floyd blinks at them before breaking into a grin. “Heh, you’re funny. I like you.” He’s back to his usual chaotic self in no time, dragging Reader into whatever mischief he has planned.

Jamil Viper

When He’s Overworked Reader notices Jamil trying to juggle a million tasks at once. They gently take a tray from his hands and say, “Now, love, you can’t be doin’ everything yourself. Even the strongest trees need a little support.” Jamil hesitates but lets them help. Later, he finds himself thinking about how soft their voice was when they called him “love.”

Kalim Al-Asim

When He’s Overly Excited Kalim bursts into Reader’s room, talking a mile a minute about his latest idea for a party. Reader smiles fondly and says, “Alright, sugarcube, slow down. You’re buzzin’ around like a bee in a flower shop.” Kalim laughs, realizing he’s gotten carried away. “Sorry! I just get so excited talking to you!” Reader’s warm tone makes him feel even more enthusiastic.

Sebek Zigvolt

When He’s Loud (As Always) Sebek’s voice booms through the dorm, startling everyone nearby. Reader raises an eyebrow and says, “Well, darlin’, you sure do have a voice on you. Could probably wake the dead if you tried.” Sebek pauses, unsure if that was a compliment or not. He straightens up and replies, “Of course! A knight must always be heard!” But his face betrays the fact that he’s flustered.

Silver

When He Falls Asleep Reader finds Silver asleep under a tree and gently drapes a blanket over him. “Sleep tight, sugar. Even knights need their rest.” When Silver wakes up and sees the blanket, his heart skips a beat. He quietly resolves to thank them later, though he’s already blushing at the thought.

Vil Schoenheit

During a Self-Care Lesson Vil insists on giving Reader a skincare lesson. As he critiques their routine, Reader smirks and says, “Well, bless your heart, sweetpea. I didn’t realize I was sittin’ with the beauty queen of Twisted Wonderland.” Vil narrows his eyes, but the corners of his lips twitch upward. “Flattery will get you nowhere—though I appreciate the sentiment.”

Rook Hunt

When He’s Observing Them Rook starts waxing poetic about Reader’s charm and grace. They laugh and reply, “Oh, honey, you’re layin’ it on thicker than molasses on a pancake.” Rook places a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “But I only speak the truth, mon trésor!” Reader shakes their head, amused by his dramatics.

Epel Felmier

When He’s Feeling Insecure Epel complains about being underestimated because of his looks. Reader pats his shoulder and says, “Now, don’t you fret, darlin’. Even the prettiest apples can pack the strongest punch.” Epel grins, feeling a little more confident. “Thanks, Yuu. You’re real good at makin’ a guy feel better.”

Idia Shroud

When He’s Awkward Around Them Reader catches Idia muttering to himself about a game. They lean in with a warm smile. “Whatcha talkin’ about, sugar? Don’t keep me in suspense.” Idia jumps, his hair flaring pink. “N-nothing! It’s nothing!” But the way they said “sugar” replays in his head for days.

Malleus Draconia

During a Starlit Walk Reader invites Malleus to stargaze with them, saying, “Ain’t the night sky somethin’ else, darlin’? Makes all the troubles of the day seem so small.” Malleus gazes at them instead of the stars. “Indeed,” he murmurs, though he’s not talking about the sky.

not malleus all on his own

TAGLIST; @soramcduckahyucky

[daenysx]

I seriously love the vibes of all your sleepovers. Can I ask for modern!au where James Potter babies and comforts reader when she’s having a hard time? If not totally understand <3

James has big hands. Big, not so soft because the air is dry and he neglects applying hand cream, but always gentle. He's really good at putting on the right amount of pressure as he rubs wide circles on your back. You kind of want to melt here and never deal with anything else.

It's a bad day. More like a bad week. You can find reasons or maybe excuses if you try hard enough, but you don't want to. You feel beyond overwhelmed, so emotional but also so empty. Something disturbs your stomach, your legs get numb if you don't stretch them enough. Your body doesn't feel like it's yours and- that's too annoying to be true.

James is here. He always is. His fingers press on the tight spots on your back and you try to relax. It works, mostly. It works better when he kisses you.

"Can I get a kiss?" you ask him with a low voice. You know he tries to be cautious, not overbearing, just here for you. You don't mind asking for things.

"Of course," he says, cupping your cheek to get you closer. "You can have as many kisses as you want."

This is a good promise. You feel better, focusing on James' lips and controlling your breathing. His thumb gently circles on the skin of your neck, you sigh softly. He takes his time, cuddling up and holding you in his lap. A hand goes on your thigh to stroke the tight muscle.

"I feel better," you tell him. He never asks verbally, but you know he likes it when you let him know. Your fingers linger on his cheeks, he smiles broadly, the kind of sunshiny one you love seeing so much.

"Happy to hear that, angel girl," he kisses your neck sweetly. "Are you hungry? Maybe we can order something, Sirius was talking about a new place."

You shake your head. "Can we decide later?" Suddenly making the simplest decisions is hard.

"Sure," he agrees. "You know, actually I changed the coffee brand we always get. Do you wanna try it?"

"Hmm," it sounds good, you just don't think you can leave the bed.

"I can just make it really quick."

"I'm gonna come with you to kitchen," you tell him. "Just- 5 minutes later."

He laughs, and it's bright. He's so strong as he pulls you to his chest, hugging you so tight. "My sweetheart, did I tell you how much I love you today? You smell so good, I wish we could just stay like this forever."

"I love you." you say with your softest voice.

"I love you, I love you so much," he kisses his way on your neck, holding you in his lap so tight. "My sweetest angel, I love you so much."

You laugh, smiling so big as he kisses you again and again. He keeps holding you until you're ready to go to kitchen, you're on clouds, being in love with him feels so safe- you like being in his arms. You like being kissed so sweetly. You like how you can stop thinking, he's here and he thinks of everything when you can't.

starry girl sleepover ☆

[eringobragh420]

🖤 Pairing: Damian Priest x f!Reader 🖤 Summary: Damian ignores his girlfriend, and she attempts to exact revenge. 🛑 Warnings: NSFW. Oral (m receiving), dirty talk, praise, pet names 18+ 🖤 Notes: Spanish translations at the end of the story. Please correct me if anything is incorrect. 🖤 Taglist: In the comments. If you’d like to be added, please click here!  🖤 Requested By: @bitchyseawitch. Hope you enjoy!  🖤 MASTERLIST, KINK LIST

You could see the mild distress in his eyes, though those dark pools were mostly consumed by lust, and you wondered if the interviewer on the monitor in front of Damian noticed it, too. You’d warned him, so you felt no guilt as you lifted your shirt over your head, dropping it to the floor before unhooking and removing your bra as well. Your boyfriend gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing, and he sat back in his chair, trying and almost succeeding in appearing nonchalant. You smirked—the interviewer had to notice something was going on behind the camera, but they carried on in hopes of roping Damian back in. Making the quick decision to leave your shorts on, you descended to your hands and knees on the soft carpet and crawled toward him. The desk Damian sat at was nothing elaborate—a glass top on a frame with four legs, until he could decide on something more permanent—so he was able to watch every move you made, unable to say anything to stop you, though he could have closed his lewdly spread legs. He could have, but he either chose not to or was too late, because you were between them, your own legs tucked under you as you massaged his muscular thighs through his black jeans.

Damian stammered through an incoherent response about his tattoos, and you kept your giggle silent as you lifted his shirt just enough to reveal his belt buckle and a noticeable bulge. Biting your lip, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes through the glass table, you rolled your tongue out of your mouth and swiped it obscenely along the length of the flap that covered the zipper. He glanced down in time to watch and his body jerked, trying to play it off with a fake cough. You supposed if he grabbed your hands or blocked your path to his cock, you would stop because, while it was funny and hot to you, you didn’t want him to appear unprofessional since he was technically working. But he did neither, continuing on with the interview, and so you continued on with rummaging your boyfriend’s heavy dick out of his jeans and briefs, finding him semi-hard, so at least something about this situation turned him on.

Lifting your eyes to Damian’s face, you engulfed his cock in the wet heat of your mouth, adding suction, and he inhaled and exhaled slowly, so slowly, through his nose. His eyes fluttered briefly, but he licked his lips, cleared his throat, and straightened up in a futile attempt at giving the interviewer his undivided attention, as well as appear unbothered. You smiled around the spongy head of his dick, breathing a laugh, and then you sucked him all the way down your throat, a feat made easier while he was still hardening. Damian faked a cough again, his hips subtly thrusting against your face, and he started stumbling his way through an answer regarding his recent move to Smackdown. Something about setting his sights on Cody Rhodes and the Undisputed title, but you couldn’t be sure—you were busy fisting his cock with one hand while the other fished his balls out. You tongued the tender flesh, sucking each ball into your mouth, worshipping them just as you did to his dick as you licked it to the tip, dipping inside the slit. Damian took another deep breath, elbow now on the armrest of his chair, hand over his mouth, doing everything in his power to ignore you as you bobbed your head, your hands descending to fondle your breasts, tweaking the nipples, and he couldn’t ignore you anymore because he fucking loved when you showed off like that. 

“Fuck,” he uttered behind his hand, and it somehow went unnoticed by the interviewer—unnoticed or ignored. He shook his head, dark eyes dropping to meet yours briefly before rising again to the monitor. You giggled, him deep in your mouth, and the vibration had him scrubbing his hands over his face. Releasing your breasts, you gripped his thighs, and really went to work—sucking, wiggling your tongue, stuffing him just far enough into your throat to keep from gagging, or making any otherwise lewd noises. 

“Uh, Damian, are you okay? Do you need to take a break?” the interviewer asked.

Your eyes returned to Damian’s as he massaged his forehead and replied, “Uh, no. No. I’m—I’m fine.”

Your brows rose—oh, really? You’re fine? I must not be doing a very good job. You maintained a consistent bobbing of your head, hand squeezing and twisting around the several inches of his length you couldn’t get in your mouth, and your eyes never left his face. Sometimes you wondered if the eye-contact turned him on more than your mouth, feeling him twitch against your tongue as he met your gaze. His brows came together, he licked his lips, and there was no way the interviewer didn’t know what was going on behind the scenes—or, under the scenes, as it were. Pausing to take a breath, you kissed the head of Damian’s cock, hand still stroking the length as you brought your other hand up to massage his balls. 

“Damian, are you … sure you don’t wanna maybe … call us back?” the interviewer asked once more. Yeah, they had to know.

Lips rubbing against his leaking tip, you whispered, “You should probably call them back.” You then licked the tangy precum from his slit, eyes fluttering at the flavor as if this was your first time tasting him, tongue tracing each and every pulsing vein down the shaft.

Your boyfriend’s jaw tightened. “I’ll call you back,” he growled, his now ebony eyes piercing your very soul as he reached over your head and simply closed the lid on the laptop. If the interviewer had had any doubt about what was going on before, there should be none remaining now. “That was rude,” Damian said.

Your mouth popped off his cock, jaw dropped, and you gasped dramatically, hand over your heart—this last action brought his blown pupils to your bare breasts, and his cock jolted. “You started it,” you replied to his accusation. 

“I started … What?” he stammered.

Rolling your eyes, you reminded him, “I told you I was hungry. But you just had to finish that stupid Cobra Kai episode, and then you conveniently remembered you had an interview.” The more you explained it, the stupider it became, but this was the route you’d chosen and you couldn’t turn around now. Damian blinked, disbelieving. “I got hangry.” 

“So you sabotaged my interview?” he exclaimed. 

“I mean, if you want me to stop …” You started to turn away, but Damian snatched your chin, returning you to your original position between his legs and close enough to his cock you could smell him. 

“No pares,” he rumbled. You sighed, rubbing your lips up and down the underside of him. “You said you were hungry,” he mocked you. Your eyes were mere slits as they rose to meet his. “Eat.”

Somehow, in your quest for revenge, Damian had utterly turned the tables, the power you’d had before transferred to him. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten off the call, but damn it, you loved the sounds of a cock getting properly sucked, and more than that, you adored the noises your boyfriend created. Noises that began as soon as you put everything you had into this blowjob—to hell with revenge—because you were hungry, and you couldn’t think of a better appetizer, and there was no way in hell he wasn’t taking you out to dinner now. 

“Christ,” Damian moaned, the backs of his fingers brushing along your cheek, fingers tickling your skin as they wrapped around the back of your neck. Damn, you loved this man. He added no pressure—only interested in holding you any way he could—but you still worked harder. Not necessarily dirtier or sloppier, but the muscles in your neck and shoulders were beginning to ache as you twisted your head this way and that, relying more on technique than filth to get him off. “Ah, that’s my girl,” he praised, thumb stroking your jawline. “Sweet angelita.”

He held you in the palm of his hand at that moment, and you nuzzled into his touch, basking in the praise. “I love you, Papi,” you said, wet lips gliding along his taut skin.

Damian let out a breath, his broad chest deflating, thick lips forming an O. One of your favorite things about your boyfriend? The man got off on hearing I love you. You never thought men like him existed, and you sometimes wondered if you didn’t end up with the only one. 

“I love you, baby girl,” he rasped. “You ready?” You nodded, sucking, stroking, repeating. “Fuck, I’m gonna—” He unloaded in your mouth before he could finish, coating your tongue, and you had to swallow twice to get it all down.

With your jerking slowing, guiding him through his orgasm, you asked, “You gonna call them back?” 

“I’ll reschedule,” Damian answered. “I got a hangry girl to take care of.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know … I might be a little full now …”

🎀 No pares — Don’t stop 🎀 Angelita — Little angel 🎀 Papi — Daddy

[hazbinshusk]

husk x afab!reader. when the weather in pride turns suddenly antarctic, the residents of the hotel are left shivering and scrambling for better heating. you and husk however decide to sequester yourselves in your room, sharing personal space for the sake of body heat out of the prying eyes of your friends. and, well, can anyone blame you when things get a little... physical?

my dear @jazziesanura requested some cold weather cuddlefucking, and while I'm sweating to death down in aus, I'm more than happy to indulge my mutuals :) 2.3k.

featuring: a lot of fluff and smut, penetrative sex, alcohol.

“Oh, before I forget; I’ve got to call my ex later,”  you say idly, crossing the bedroom with two heavy-bottomed glasses of whiskey in hand. Husk quirks an eyebrow up at you curiously, a soft mrrp escaping him. He’s sitting with his back against the headboard, his hat resting on top of the lamp on your bedside table. “We’re getting back together.”

Husk’s brow furrows even as he accepts one of the glasses from you, claws making a quiet tink against it. “What?”

You smile, nodding towards the ice-sheened window. “Because Hell has officially frozen over.”

Husk snorts a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Cute.”

“Thank you,” you reply perkily, taking a sip of your drink. You can’t taste the notes of ‘green apple and caramel’ the bottle had boasted, but it was still better than the acetone-tasting crap Husk usually drank. It burns in your throat but unfortunately does little to actually warm you. The sudden temperature shift from the usually balmy days of Hell to what was basically Antarctic had the whole Hotel on lockdown while Charlie desperately shivered her way through trying to source extra heating outside the fireplace in the lobby. You were pretty sure Alastor had one in his quarters too, but he wasn’t going to volunteer it to the other residents, so most of them were gathered downstairs. Aside from the radio demon, you were pretty sure only you and Husk were the only ones who’d opted to stay upstairs. “I thought so.”

“’s a low bar, doll,” Husk tells you, finishing his drink and setting the glass aside. He holds a paw out to you invitingly and you take it readily, climbing across the mattress to settle in his lap. You straddle his thighs, your hand guiding his paw to your waist before sliding up his arm to take his shoulder. In open defiance of the cold – or maybe because his fur is just that thick – the only sartorial nod Husk has made to the change in the weather is a thick, bottle-green scarf wrapped around his neck. “Everythin’ you do is cute.”

“Fuck, you’re a charmer,” you sigh, and you giggle as Husk bumps his nose affectionately against yours. You rub your fingers through the fur at the back of his head, teasing at the base of his ear. “And a liar.”

“Degenerate piece of shit like me? A liar?” Husk’s voice is muffled slightly as he brushes his lips over the corner of your jaw. You smile as his whiskers tickle at the side of your throat. “Who would’a thought it?”

“Hush, you,” you admonish lightly, cupping his cheeks in your hands and tilting his face up to better meet your eye. Husk’s expression is soft, amused and affectionate in a way that might just be reserved for you when no one else can see. You smooth your thumbs over his cheeks gently. “Keep talking crap about my favourite bartender and I will have to kick your ass.”

“Shudder the thought,” Husk smirks, letting you bring his face up to meet yours in a kiss. One paw squeezes your waist, the other finding your thigh beneath the robe you have wrapped securely around yourself, and a contented little trill sounds against your lips as he lets the kiss linger. You brush your lips again in a few more brief, gentle kisses before you pull away again.

“Speaking of shuddering…” you feel a shiver wrack through you as the cold winds of outside seem to find a new crack in the walls to slip through. The chill of it seems to wrap itself around your very bones, and you huddle closer to the cat petulantly. In response, Husk smiles sympathetically, leaning up to nuzzle his face into the curve of your neck. He bumps his forehead against the underside of your jaw and rubs it there in a very catlike gesture you know he’d deny if you mentioned it. You hum as the cold touch of his nose skims across your collarbone. “Since when can Hell even get cold?”

Husk sighs. “Rarely happens. This is the… third time? Since I’ve been down here. Blows over in a few days, and we’re back to roastin’ all nice and crispy the way the Big Man intended.”

When a shudder runs through you again you groan in annoyance, and Husk smirks, opening his arms and wings up to you. “C’mere, you big baby.”

“Not a baby,” you pout childishly, but lean into all the same. Husk chuckles as you wrap your arms around his middle and bury your frozen fingers in the warm fur of his back, jerking away from your touch when you find his skin beneath it. You giggle, nuzzling your face into his collarbone and inhaling the warm-spice and whiskey scent of him.

“Not a baby,” he agrees, kissing the top of your head. “Jus’ a bit of a bellyacher.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Husk laughs, the sound rich and soft in your ear, and he curls his wings more tightly around you to better envelop you in his own warmth.

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You lose track of time, wrapped up in Husk’s arms, lulled into near sleep by the softness of his fur, the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest. A quiet purr is rolling through him, and when your legs begin to cramp from kneeling over his lap for so long, Husk gently rearranges the two of you so you’re laying side by side under the blankets, your face once more buried in his chest so you can feel the purr against your cheek.

Husk strokes careful claws slowly through your hair and down your back, his muzzle tucked against the crown of your head. He still struggles to understand what exactly you see in an old, washed-up addict like him, but it’s moments like this when he can swear, he almost feels as though the weight of that infernal, invisible chain around his throat isn’t quite there anymore.

The bartender trails his paw lower, smoothing over your hip and down to where your robe has ridden up over your thigh. His claws tickle at the sensitive skin there, and you hum a groan sleepily into his chest. Husk smiles to himself, the expression catching when he feels your own hand trail down his stomach to hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants.

“Careful, sweetness.” he rumbles into your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. “You know what you’re doin’ there?”

“Think I remember how it goes,” you mumble into his fur, fumbling briefly with the button fastening his slacks closed. “’Sides… you started it.”

“Did I now?” Husk’s eyes flutter closed and you feel him exhale heavily against your hair as you slip your hand into his pants and cup your palm against his cock. He’d be almost ashamed to admit that he’s half-hard already, if you weren’t apparently so eager despite the cold. His paw tightens reflexively on your thigh at your touch. “Oh, doll… thank fuck your hands are warm.”

You giggle into his chest, squeezing him teasingly and thrilling at the way his shudders in response. You feel his cock twitch, and you wrap your fingers around it, letting your fingertips trail teasingly over the head of it. Husk groans, low in the back of his throat. “Suddenly all this fur isn’t such a bad thing, is it?”

“Wouldn’t push it that fa—ah…” Husk breaks off with a light moan as you begin to stroke him, squeezing at the base of his cock. He exhales a smile against your hair, nosing at your hairline until you tilt your head back and let him brush his lips against your forehead. “Cheeky thing you are…”

“Husk…” you murmur, tilting your head back further, stretching up to dust kisses over the underside of his chin. “Touch me.”

Husk smiles, bumping his nose against yours. “Finally someone in this fuckin’ place gives me somethin’ I wanna do.”

You laugh as he brings his lips to yours, his kiss sweet and his lips deliciously warm as he echoes you with a muffled laugh of his own. His claws glide up your thigh to caress the curve of your ass, squeezing the muscle appreciatively. You smile into his kiss, quickening your hand slightly, teasing your thumb over the head of his cock. Husk’s teeth catch your bottom lip, and the brief flare of pain thrills you.

“Go slow, baby,” he whispers, kissing your cheek, the bridge of your nose. “I wanna savour it.”

Cheeks pink with the cold and with his words, you nod, eager in a way that Husk almost finds innocent. It charms him, and when you hook your thigh up over his hip he wraps a possessive paw around it. When you push the underwear you wear under your robe aside and guide his cock to slide up against you, Husk kisses you again, groaning into your mouth as he flicks just warm, how wet you are for him already. You whimper as you feel the length of him slide against your clit, the barbs of his cock rising as he reaches full arousal. They tickle at the nerves there; a texture that makes your eyes roll back behind their lids as your excitement grows.

Husk cups your cheek, brushing his lips over yours again before pulling back. He watches your face intently as he presses the head of his cock into you, pupils blown wide as he watches your lips part in a soundless gasp at the feel of him slowly, slowly filling you. You hand finds purchase on his shoulder as though you’re anchoring yourself to him, to the way he feels moving into you, and Husk moves to kiss your forehead again, murmuring so quietly with his lips pressed to your skin that you can’t make out all the words.

“That’s it… feels… fuck…” his claws ghost against the side of your throat. “…good girl for me… that’s it, baby…”

Husk fucks you so, so slowly, each press of his hips into your accompanied by a soft sigh that fans across the top of your face and makes your lashes flutter. You run your fingers through the fur of his chest, reach up to carefully unwind the scarf that’s still wrapped around his neck. Husk lets you toss it aside, smiles as you replace where it rested against the side of his neck with your palm. You rub your fingers through the fur there, down to the massage the nape of his neck and between his shoulders. Husk kisses you again and you let the touch linger, your other hand – the one of the arm trapped beneath you – finds his paw and wraps your fingers around it. The bartender squeezes your hand back, kissing the spot between your brows tenderly.

“Husk…” you breathe his name into his neck, voice catching as he adjusts the angle of his hips. “Fuck…”

Every slide of his cock stretches you wonderfully, every drag of those barbs against your flesh sending sparks up through your spine to curl inside your belly. Husk keeps growling low, chanting your name like some kind of benediction as you squeeze around him. You hook your leg higher on his hip, pressing yourself closer, and you let out a curse, high-pitched and breathy, as it brings him deeper into you.

The heat of Husk’s body, his breath, his cock inside you, is such a contrast to the chill still clinging to your cheeks, and you nuzzle further into his chest as Husk fucks you, nice and slow and agonizingly deep, bottoming out inside you with every thrust. His claws tighten where they clutch at your waist, sliding around to squeeze at your ass, and you gasp into his fur as the move encourages you to stretch wider for him.

“Fuck, baby…” Husk groans into your hairline, voice muted as though he doesn’t want to break the space between you. “Fuck, you feel so good… feel so fuckin’… Christ, you’re gorgeous…”

That tone of voice, those words, they never fail to make you flush, and you tilt your head back and press a kiss to his chin. Husk meets your eye, ghosting a paw up over your side to brush hair away from your face, and he kisses you again.

This kiss lingers all the way through until your orgasm rocks through you, your breath catching in a quiet, shaky moan. Husk watches your face with an almost enraptured look on his, the softest of smiles pulling at the edge of his lips as you shudder in his embrace. He dusts kisses over your face, ghosting his lips over your cheeks, your brow, your nose and always back to your lips as he chases his own release. And when you tease your nails through the fur over his hip he lets out a moan of his own and spill himself into you with one more long, deep thrust.

“So good for me…” he croons, nosing at your temple until you meet his lips again breathlessly. When he breaks the kiss, he doesn’t pull away, speaking softly against your lips. “Love you, sweetness.”

You smile, squeezing the hand he still has wrapped in yours. Husk returns the expression, catching your other hand and lifting it to his face, pressing a kiss to the back of your fingers. Your voice catches a little when you whisper back:

“I love you, too.”

[aquarius-johnny]

content warning: mature content incld. mentions of alcohol, sexual language

loverboy!johnny who decides to go to a party with the intention of having a one night stand simply because it goes against everything he has done up until this point; his attempt to try something new.

loverboy!johnny who sees you across the room with a cropped oversized zip up jacket, sipping on what he can assume is a concoction of the cheap liquor this party has to offer; debating on whether to talk to you or not.

loverboy!johnny who takes a chance on fate and goes up to you when your friends walk away to grab another drink.

“hey,” he says over the loud music blaring through the speakers.

you look up at him and smile, surprised that the man you’ve been throwing glances at all night finally came to talk to you. “hey,” you respond, taking a sip of the drink you’ve been nursing all night.

“are you here with anyone tonight?” he asks, bending over towards your ear so you’re able to hear him.

“just my friends.”

he nods in understanding. “think they’ll let me take you away from them for a little bit?”

your hand finds his as he leads you up the stairs into an empty bedroom he found.

loverboy!johnny who pushes you up against a random bedroom wall, groping you like his life depended on it. his lips attacking your neck as you unzip your jacket, exposing a newly lace bra you wore for occasions as such.

“fuck,” he sighs against your soft skin. his mouth licking and sucking tender areas of your skin, causing you to gasp, moan, and giggle under his touch.

loverboy!johnny who melts under your touch as your nails dig into his chest, leaving behind crescent shaped marks as you ride him.

loverboy!johnny who groans as you moan his name into his ear, as he penetrates deep inside of you, forcing out profanities from your lips.

loverboy!johnny who fucks you into oblivion as if you were sent from the heveans above meant just for him, hindering you incapable of forming coherent sentences as he fucks you just how you like it.

loverboy!johnny who makes it his life mission to find that sensitive spot inside of you as he roughly thrusts his hips into you, making you feel something you’ve never felt with others before him.

loverboy!johnny who ensures you cum over and over again, leaving your body quivering and wanting more.

loverboy!johnny who offers you a ride home as a thank you for letting him fuck you, offering you to walk you to your door when you get there, only for you to kindly decline his offer.

loverboy!johnny who clearly doesn’t understand the concept of a one night stand, writes his phone number on your hand in sharpie, hoping you’ll call him so he can see you again.

loverboy!johnny who thinks back on the night he met you, replaying how perfectly your pretty little cunt fit around him and how pretty you look, drunk off his cock.

loverboy!johnny who desperately asks for your number from one of the friends you were with that night he met you, when he didn’t hear from you in the past two days.

loverboy!johnny who hits you up to come over, throwing away the idea of a one night stand because he just loved the idea of you being his.

loverboy!johnny who fucks your brains out, making you cum multiple times in a row because he loves how good you taste. he fucks you like he hates you, but you loved every single second of it and so did he.

loverboy!johnny who introduces you to his roommates by name, letting them know they’ll probably be seeing you around a bit more.

loverboy!johnny who intended for you to just be a hookup, ended up wanting you to be his because anything else went against his nature — and he’s a creature of habit.

a/n: i’ve already written a whole smut based off this as it was in my drafts, hehe

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

(Kind of want Lilith/Lucifer/Adam)

Au Idea that when Adam was made, he was just to be the prototype. To see if they could actually make something like him to begin with. Lucifer didn't even know about him. Adam wasn't made to be anything special. Almost like a default skin. Plain to look at. Accept for his eyes, a brilliant gold, nothing else stood out.

They cheered at their creation but decided Adam had played his part and stuffed him in a remote part of the Garden where they could forget all about him. Adam didn't know how to do anything. He didn't even know how to talk and then the strange beings grabbed him and left him alone in some small part of the Garden he couldn't leave. Maybe the beings would come back. Maybe they wouldn't. Adam was made to be Subservient to anyone, the Angels wanted something that could worship them, but being alone made him stagnate.

Then Steve and Lilith were made. Steve, a more dominant and controlling person made Lilith's life miserable and she wanted out. Why couldn't she be in charge? Why did she always have to spread her legs for this man who always seemed to push her down, ignore her ideas, and slap her around if she said no?

Lucifer tried to get Steve to see reason but he hated the fact that Lucifer so easily charmed Lilith when he couldn't. Why was that dumb angel so special? Steve was perfect. Lilith should listen to him and only him. If she won't do it willingly, then he'll make her.

One day, while Lucifer was busy with his jobs, Lilith ran away to hide from Steve who once again trying to procreate with her. Disgusted, she kicked him in the groin and ran as fast as possible away from him. While running, she came across and enclosed part of the Garden she had never been in before. Tall trees stood close together, almost like a wall with how they were tangled with each other, and, curious, climbed them to see what was on the other side.

Adam was watching a snail in fascination when he heard rustling from above him. He didn't pay any attention to it because he had no idea what the concept of danger was. Lilith grunted but finally climbed to the top to peer down. She nearly fell out of the tree in shock. Another human. Another human.

She and Steve were not the only ones here in the Garden.

OOOOU!!!

Lilith thought that it was only her and that...... Brute they call her husband. But this, guy? He looks like a man, he doesn't have the body type that she does so another man?

Hopefully better than Steve.

She got down and walked over, gently placing her hand on his shoulder once she was close enough.

Lilith: Excuse me?

Adam jumped at the contact and voice, he looked at this lady, she was beautiful with long blonde hair and violet eyes that shimmered like amuthst. Who was she? He wasn't alone?

Lilith gasped when she saw his eyes, they were so bright they put the sun to shame.

Lilith: My name is Lilith, who are you?

Adam titled his head to the side, he knew his name but he didn't know how to tell her. How was she making those sounds?

She saw the confused look on his face and sighed, he probably didn't know how to talk. This could be a problem.

Lilith: You can't talk..... That's okay, maybe Luci can help with that when he comes down.

Adam was confused, who was this Luci?

Hours passed and Lilith stayed with Adam, she talked to him just to fill the silence and they watched the snails together.

The familiar flap of wings got her attention and she went to get him.

Lilith: Luci! Over here! I have something incredible to show you!

Lucifer smiled, he wondered what it could be. New plant maybe? Though, he wasn't accustomed to this part of the garden.

Lucifer: What is it Lily?

He went over and that's when he saw Adam.

Lilith: I found him here all alone, why would he be here? Why wouldn't they have him in the rest of the garden? Why can't he talk?

[ledesaid]

Billy body-swaps

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Billy has been hopping like a kangaroo, more specifically... His soul.

Every two weeks, on a Sunday, he wakes up in the body of one of the members of the Justice League, and it is the most incredible thing that has happened to him. There is no way it wouldn't be.

But after being Green Arrow, Blue Beetle, Hal Jordan, and Elongated Man... The League has started to worry a little.

Because when he opens his eyes, everyone is in the meeting room of what Billy assumes is the Hall of Justice in D.C.

Everyone is silent and glances at each other. Just a handful of paranoid adults.

Hal: I’m still me.

Flash: Buddy, just keep quiet.

He may have only seen Batman once since the first round of swaps, but he could swear Batman just gave them a "Shut up" look.

Billy can only try to find out who he is this time without looking suspicious, and luckily, he has Cyborg sitting in front of him. He thanks his shiny armor.

He smiles to himself as he closes his eyes.

Today he is Hawkman.

He really wants to hit something with his mace. But...

He supposed he was missing something important. Getting caught was a bad idea, but he didn't know exactly what to do when a screen appeared in front of him with three figures: a circle, a square, and a lightning bolt.

Everyone started choosing one of the figures, and Billy decided to press the lightning bolt.

And as expected. Everyone looked at him.

Billy: "Oops, I think I made a mistake."

He let out a soft laugh. Nobody was moving.

Batman: Who are you?

Billy decided he should cooperate at this point.

Billy: Okay, you caught me, I'm the imposter...

Raising his hands and smiling didn't seem enough to calm the rest.

Batman: Superman.

It was so quick that it thrilled him. He knew Superman was fast, but being taken to a cell in a second was incredible!

Billy: Please, there's a misunderstanding... can we talk a little?

Superman: This is strange...

Billy: Nice to meet you, sir Superman, it's an honor to meet you in person, for various reasons I can't tell you my name, but I want to assure you that I'm not a villain... I just have this peculiar... Power? Of eclipsing or possessing? I assure you it is random and without bad intentions.

Batman: So, you're a meta?

Billy: No, Mr. Batman, sir!

Billy didn't expect Batman to enter so silently.

Batman: Do you know the origin of your powers?

Billy: No... not exactly. I'm very sorry...

Superman: Do you think it has extraterrestrial origins? Or maybe magical?

Billy: Possibly magical... I have tried to talk to you before, but something prevents me... It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I can't...

Batman: But you're talking to us now, what makes it different?

Billy: I don't have an answer... I'm sorry.

Superman: Well, while we find out more, how should we refer to you?

Billy: You can call me Marvel if you like... I suppose it fits with this power of mine.

[little-fairy-forest]

Say that shit again

Bakugo x gn! Reader

Bakugo takes part in the lastest tiktok trend to his dismay, all joked aside once his mother gets the final word

Note : mentions of gaining weight,

"Absolutely not" bakugo grumbles as he cleans the dishes after dinner at his parents house. You sit at the bar table as you try to persuade your boyfriend into partaking in a 'funny' tiktok trend you've seen some couples do

"Whats the worst that could happen, she loves us‐"

"Nuh uh, the old man would be stern with me but..." katsuki looks around to make sure his mom isn't within ear shot "the old hag will hang me if I even mess with you"

You laugh at Katsuki's reasoning, as yes, he is right. Mitsuki has your back even if you're in the wrong, much to Katsuki's annoyance.

"Just once!" You bargain "I'll jump in if things get too heated"

Katsuki finishes washing the dishes and turns to you with a blank stare

"You've one shot and film'n that dumb tiktok–"

You bounce out of your chair in victory, already getting the camera set up, isn't life great when katsuki decides to listen to you?

————

The camera is set up so its facing katsuki, but hidden behind the fruit bowl. You'd be lying if you weren't nervous yourself for Mitsuki's reaction to Katsuki being mean to you in front of her.

Mitsuki is now at the dining room table reading a magazine and having tea whilst you and katsuki are at the kitchen bar table "have a conversation". If only Mitsuki knew what chaos was being plotted right in front of her.

You could smell the smoke off Katsuki's palms due to how nervous he was. Too late to turn back. You send him a reasurring smile as you tap the countdown button on your phone to start recording.

You start off the conversation by asking Katsuki to put the kettle on and you'd go find some treats to have together

"I think theres some mochi in the fridge if you'd like some? Or maybe we could bake something" you calmly.

Katsuki speaks in his usual brash tone " you don't need anymore sugar, theres fruit right there dumbass"

Mitsuki perks up at the sound of Katsuki's harsh voice, ever so slightly missed what he said as she was engrossed in her magazine. That was close.. too close.

"But kats its Friday, so a treat is okay!" You saying trying to convince your boyfriend to comply with your simple reasoning.

"No." He says sternly, "you could bearly manoeuvre around the course earlier, let alone dodge half n halfs attacks earlier..."

Mitsuki has now started to fully listen, carfully settling down her magazine to see where katsuki is going with this conversation.

"Its only one treat i promise!" You plead with the blond, you notice another head turn and speak up.

"Katsuki theres fresh mochi in the fridge, strawberry or lemon, I can make something else if yous like" Mitsuki trys to reason woth her son. She knows herself how strict he is with his own diet, but she never have thought he would be strict with your diet.

"I already told them no, and besides their hero suit was lookin' a little tight earlier"

Silence. Deafening silence.

No one deared to move, all that could be heard was the ticking of the wall clock and Mitsuki clearly her throat before speaking in a deadly voice.

"Say that shit again, I dare you"

Oh no. Katsuki is absolutely dead–

"Ma hold on–" katsuki immediately tries to defuse to argument that hadn't even started yet, but as a hothead himself he knew where his mothers temper would lead to.

"Is that the way you talk to your partner? Huh?" Mitsuki was in full parenting mode. Even though her son stands taller then she, best believe she isn't afraid to stand up to him.

Katsuki stutters over his words, for once he wasn't sure if he should even dare yell back at his mothers face.

"Uh - we, we were just‐"

"Bullshit"

"Ma listen," katsuki looks over to you for help. Katsuki has to decide if he wants his ass beaten or protect his partner.

"I know you love him y/n, but if you mind letting me deal with this child who thinks he can talk to his partner like that–"

Yes you love his family, but you don't love how they commicate.

But you also love adding fuel to the fire

"Mitsuki, he didn't even let me finish my lunch earlier! He said and i quote 'lookin like a sack of potato's in a school uniform'"

*boom*

No Katsuki's were hurt in the making of this fic.

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[minniethemoocherda]

A Spoonful of Sugar

A/N: My first Sonic fic! I feel like I've unlocked an Internet Achievement lol. Anyway I am loving all the fics of Stone adopting Shadow after the events of Sonic 3 so I had to write my own! Hope you guys enjoy it! Xxxxxxx

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FF.net

"… with whipped cream, marshmallows, sprinkles, two shots of vanilla, three of cinnamon and a chocolate chip cookie melted on top please!"

Stone fought back a grimace at the blue hedgehog's latte order, if one could even still call it a latte after everything Sonic wanted to ruin it with. Stone wasn't entirely convinced this wasn't some sort of twisted revenge for the admittedly many times he had tried to kill him.

However they had been able to come to a truce in the past months, with them agreeing not to try to kill each other after Stone re-opened The Mean Bean. This left Stone with no choice but to settle on the hypothesis that the hedgehog was just insane.

After handing over his pocket money, Sonic sped over to his brothers' table by the window and this time Stone was unable to hold back his grimace as the speedster once again burned streaks into his oak floor.

Biting back a curse, Stone shoved the change into the register before handing over a copy of the order to his barista.

Shadow took the piece of paper with a determined nod. He then went straight to work on the machine, each dial and instrument moved with perfect precision as he focused his entire energy in to his new mission.

Stone didn't even try to hold back his smile. Shadow had come a long way since Stone had first found him unconscious in that creator, bruised and broken to almost beyond recognition. And so had Stone. Honestly after everything that had happened, he'd been ready to end it all. But saving Shadow had given him a purpose. And he'd been able to provide one for the hedgehog in return.

They still had a long way to go. Shadow was still simultaneously convinced that Stone was going to kick him out of the spare room or keep him locked up there for another fifty years. But every night they would watch a new episode of La Ultima Passion together and Shadow had finally agreed to see the private tutor Stone had hired to get his schooling up to speed alongside his employment at The Mean Bean. Plus Stone couldn't deny that the hedgehog looked adorable in the custom child sized apron Stone had ordered for him. Even if he did have a habit of eating the speciality coffee beans straight out of the tin.

As Stone took advantage of the break in customers to clean the counter, he caught Sonic trying to catch Shadow's eye but the barista must've seen the other hedgehog's attempts in the reflection of the metal coffee machine and had decided purposefully ignoring him.

Eventually Sonic gave up, going back to talking a mile a minute to his brothers.

Nobody in the coffee shop batted an eye at the sight if three alien children. The people of Green Hills were long used to the sight. Hell, Stone had once been their sworn enemy and even he didn't find it odd for the trio to visit The Mean Bean during their own tutoring breaks, (in fact it had been Mrs Wachoski who had put Stone in touch with company behind the boys' own tutors).

Stone saw Sonic snort as Knuckles swore revenge on his frappe for giving him a brain freeze, the blue hedgehog nearly choking on the muffin he must've nabbed with his super speed without Stone noticing.

The sun beamed through the wooden frame of the window and for a moment, Sonic was bathed in a golden glow like he had the day he had absorbed the power of the Master Emerald to stop the Doc-

Stone tried to stop that train of thought. But it was too late. Suddenly all Stone could think about was the Doctor and that day and how from the wreckage he had healed the Doctor back to health and that even now he couldn't stop the hope and guilt that the Doctor was still alive out there waiting for help even though it had been months and all the evidence proved that the Doctor was really dead this time and-

"FUCK!"

Stone startled at the sudden curse.

He spun around to see Shadow snap his hand back from where it had been held under the steamer. Strangely, there was no cup in Shadow's hand, the bio-degradable Styrofoam still on the counter. For a second, Stone wondered what could have caused Shadow to forget it, but that question was quickly pushed to the back of his mind as he focused on the more pressing matter.

It was mid-morning so most people in Green Hills were already at work with the few children there at the school in the next town over. Besides the three aliens the only other costumers were Crazy Carl and a group of retired old ladies playing poker in the corner. Stone placed a small sign on the register that they'd be back soon before guiding Shadow through to the kitchen.

"Can I see you hand?" In their short time together, Stone had learnt early on to present any medical concerns as a question instead of a demand.

Shadow took of his glove and held it out without complaint, still conditioned to listen to doctors lest he face the punishments.

There was a burn on the edge of his palm, the red and black fur slightly singed and the usually tan skin underneath was staring to blister pink.

"We're going to need to hold it under the cold tap for a while to cool your skin down. Then I can wipe it with some antiseptic to make sure it doesn't get infected." Stone said, making sure to explain the reason behind the treatment.

Shadow nodded, his nose and eyes scrunched as he braced for the impact of the cold water of the sink.

It was nothing compared to the injuries that Stone had helped to heal him from as well as whatever hell he'd been through in those labs.

Still he flinched as the cold continued pouring onto his hand.

"We can take a break if you want?" Stone offered.

Shadow's eyes widened, as though ever after all this time, he still couldn't believe that Stone was giving him a choice. Before his eyes soon narrowed into familiar slits.

"No." Shadow stated, that steel determination present in his voice that Stone knew meant it would be impossible to change his mind. As much as Stone didn't want Shadow to force himself through more pain, he was proud that the hedgehog was standing up for his own medical desires.

After a few more minutes, Stone turned the water off, then as gentle as he could, stroked an antiseptic wipe over the burn. Thankfully it wasn't very deep. It would probably hurt for the next hour but should fully heal within a few days.

"Does it hurt anywhere else?" Stone asked.

"Not anymore. But before my cheeks were warm, my pulse quickened and I felt as though some of your Earthling butterfly creatures had infested my stomach."

Oh, Stone thought, coming to a quick diagnosis. He was all too familiar with that set of symptoms, having suffered from them the entire time he had known the Doctor.

He missed them.

Now whenever he thought of the late Ivo Robotnik, he felt an empty sense of sickness.

Still for Shadow's sake, he swallowed his feelings and put on a smile.

"I think I know how to fix that. Spending time with another anthropomorphic hedgehog should alleviate them. And since you're going to take the rest of the day off to heal your hand, why don't you go do that now?"

Shadow wasn't stupid. Judging by the glare he was currently aiming at the former agent, he knew that Stone was hiding something. However he must've come to the conclusion that he wasn't straight up lying, which he wasn't, as eventually Shadow nodded.

"Great! I'll make Sonic's order then you can take it to him as an excuse to talk to him."

"Fine." Shadow hmphed, following Stone back behind the counter.

Stone remade the abomination of a latte before handing it over to Shadow.

Stone watched as he marched straight over to the window, handing the cup of to the fellow hedgehog as though he were issuing an arrest warrant. Sonic didn't seem to mind Shadow's stony disposition, already babbling on as he thanked Shadow for how amazing the latte was even though he hadn't even taken a sip yet and Shadow hadn't even been the one to make it himself. It would go unnoticed by most, but Stone was easily apply to recognise how the corner of Shadow's lips twitched into a smirk at Sonic's antics.

The scene reminded Stone of when he'd first met the Doctor. Wasting his engineering degree working in a brand named cafe when the most striking man he'd ever seen walked in to order the most striking order he'd ever made to then hire Stone on the spot after he'd taken one sip.

For the first time since everything had gone to shit, instead of feeling sick, the thought of The Doctor made Stone smile.

One that grew even larger as he over heard Shadow call Sonic an idiot for attempting to down the entirety of his drink in one gulp.

And over dinner, Shadow later told him that he was full of shit as spending more time with Sonic only made his symptoms worse.

[buck-star]

Once upon a time

A blind date set up for the two of you, turns out to be more than just a cup of coffee and a piece of cake.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.913 Words

Warnings/Tags: Bucky's past, slight angst, blind date, strangers to lovers, fluff

Authors Note: Written for Stella's Starry Winter Sky, I finally decided on prompts that gave me an idea. Prompts: blind date, "Tell me about it.", @stellar-solar-flare. Divider made by me.

Events: Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of love [N3 | Free Space | @seasonaldelightsbingo], Fandom Free Bingo: Book Night Edition [G1 | Crush at first sight | @fandom-free-bingo]

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

The little bell above the half wooden and half glass door rings throughout the little room of the coffee shop. A tall man, with broad shoulders and long hair tied in a bun, walks into the warmth and comfort of the small shop.

His tight shirt does nothing to hide the thick muscles underneath. He’s wearing a leather jacket and gloves. The man has a deep frown on his face, his ocean blue eyes wandering from the counter to every one of the tables in the cafe until they settle on you.

You watch him a moment, waving at him when his orbs finally land on you. He nods ever so slightly you almost missed it.

The man is moving closer, but you’re surprised about the quietness of his steps. He’s so tall and muscular; most of the people stomp like elephants, but not him — he's walking quieter than a cat.

“Hey!” You greet him when he reaches the table you’re sitting at. A soft smile spreads on your lips when you get up from the chair.

“Hi,” he replies, his voice rough but with a soft edge. His eyes roam over your body, taking in every little detail of you before they focus on your face, and he nods. “Nice to meet you. I’m James, but you can call me Bucky.”

You tell him your name, sitting down with him opposite you. Bucky takes off his jacket but keeps his gloves on, not even attempting to take them off. Maybe it’s a kind of comfort for him.

“I actually don’t know what to say,” he confesses, looking slightly uncomfortable when he moves in his seat. Bucky takes a deep breath, clearing his throat. “I haven't done these dating things in years, and a lot has changed since I went on a date the last time, like eighty years ago. I-I mean it feels like it’s that long ago.”

Your smile grows when he stumbles over his own words and explains himself for being so quiet. A soft blush creeps onto his cheeks, and you have the urge to call him cute — that’s what you do, not out loud but at least in your mind.

“I haven’t been on a date in a while either,” you admit. Bucky’s shoulders slump immediately, and a soft sigh escapes his plump lips. The frown on his face disappears only a bit, but enough for you to notice. “After my ex and I broke up, I wasn’t in a mood to go out and confront myself with people.”

Bucky chuckles softly, the corners of his lips twitching and his eyes glistening slightly in amusement about the choice of words. Then he nods, understanding what you said visible in his expression.

“I would say the same goes for me. But it’s more. Does it count when I call myself my ex?” Bucky jokes a bit, shaking his head in embarrassment when he thinks about what he said. “That sounded stupid, sorry. I was… I was someone I don’t want to be anymore. But I didn't want to let people see the real James Barnes, because I don’t think they would understand.”

Your gaze softens when you listen intensely to his words. His rough voice sounding almost broken the more he says. Something captured deep inside of this man was destroyed by someone, by something. You can’t say what it is, but the way his frown deepens when he talks about himself, his shoulders tense and his voice lower.

“What made you change your mind?” You ask, trying to light up the conversation and mood. You’re grateful that the barista is busy with someone else and not interrupting you and Bucky.

“Actually,” Bucky mumbles, scratching the back of his neck with a soft chuckle. “Sam, he… He insisted on going on the date with you. It’s- oh damn. I’m sorry, I sound like a jerk.”

A soft giggle slips past your lips when Bucky almost throws his head on the table in embarrassment. While he’s pretty sure that he fucked the whole date up already, you only find more facets that make him adorable.

“I’m glad you listened to your friend,” you promise, reaching out your hands to place with your palm up in front of him. Bucky looks at your hands, wondering if they feel as soft as they look.

For a moment he just stares at them, then he brings his way bigger ones to yours and places them on top. He keeps his eyes on your hands, watching when your fingers curl around his hands and the way your thumbs start brushing over the fabric of the gloves.

“I’m glad too. I actually don’t listen to the bird. It’s not that he's wrong — not always. But I don’t like to admit that he’s right,” Bucky grumbles softly with a soft smile crossing his face. He slowly lifts his head, locking his eyes with yours. “What made you go out on a date again?”

“One of my coworkers threatened me to set me up with one of our other coworkers who’s known as a playboy in the company,” you chuckle, shaking your head softly. “She wouldn't do it, but I thought it could be nice to go out for a date again.”

Bucky nods; he then looks over your shoulder, nodding once more to get the attention of the barista. The young woman immediately comes closer, greeting the two of you friendly and asking what she could bring.

“Hot chocolate and a piece of the plum-chocolate cake, please. And doll, what do you want?” Bucky answers when you keep looking at the menu. He doesn’t even notice the pet name that he called you. But it causes a soft shiver of warmth down your spine; you look at him with your soft smile still on your lips before you look at the barista with her soft expression.

“The same, please,” you tell her, and she nods before she rushes to the counter and gets your order ready. Plum-chocolate cake and hot chocolate. You have a sweet tooth.”

“Oh, I do have a sweet tooth. And I adore plums, the sweet juice mixed with the slightly hard flesh of them,” Bucky explains, his tongue darts out to slide across his lips at the thought.

After a moment the barista comes back to your table with your order. Bucky thanks her, his blue orbs focused on you the whole time. He pushes one plate closer to you, as well as one of the mugs, and hands you a fork.

“They have the best plum-chocolate cake here,” he mumbles. Your eyes widen when you realize that he has to be in that cafe more often than before.

“You’re often here?”

“Sometimes, to escape Sam,” he chuckles, shoving a forkful of cake into his mouth. His expression softens further when he chews, the taste filling his mouth and making him feel comfortable and relaxed. “And you?”

“It's my favorite cafe, so yes,” you reply with a soft smile while you watch Bucky intensely.

The two of you are quiet for a moment, enjoying that cake and the hot chocolate. Some sweet looks are shared between you and him. And you can see the way he relaxes more the further your date is going. His shoulders slumped, his frown not as deep but replaced by a soft curve of his lips upwards.

“The gloves, do you have cold hands?” You ask after a while, nodding toward his hands. Bucky follows your gaze, swallowing thickly before he looks at you again. His shoulders are tensed, and he clearly tenses his jaw as well. “You— Sorry, you don't have to tell me.”

“It’s not… It's fine, doll.” Bucky mumbles, letting his face drop to the cake in front of him again. He removes the glove of his right hand, reaching over and offering you to take it. You do, placing your hand in his calloused and warm hand. “It’s warm… but… on the other hand, yeah, it's cold.”

Bucky takes a deep breath before he pulls his hand back. He grips the glove of his left hand, looking at you. His blue eyes holding something you can’t put a finger on just yet, a hint of pain and uncertainty but also something like relief and want. You’re not quite sure.

“You don't have to show me; I-I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. We are on a date, but I have no right to demand you do anything you don’t want to. No one has, except you, so if you—” you interrupt yourself and chuckle softly. “Sorry, I just mean… don’t do anything you don't want to or feel uncomfortable with.”

“Thank you. It… it means a lot. But for some reason, I want you to know. I want you to know me. Not just… not just—” he inhales deeply, slightly shaky. “I want you to know the whole me.”

Bucky tugs at the glove, slowly removing it from his hand and revealing a metal hand. It's black with golden lines, and he taps his fingers slowly on the table before he keeps it still for a moment. His eyes on you, trying to read your mind, to see how you react.

“Whoa… Explains a lot about cold hands,” you chuckle softly. Bucky immediately exhales the air he didn't know he was holding in. “It’s… it’s not what I expected. But it looks pretty, the black with the golden lines; it looks like a piece of art.”

Bucky’s eyes widen. A piece of art? No one ever called it a piece of art, like it’s something precious and beautiful. Like it’s more than a weapon he has used under the control of Hydra to hurt. He feels his heart warming, a soft smile spreading on his plump lips.

“Y-you think it’s a piece of art?” He asks, his voice trembling, and you notice the unbelieving. You nod immediately; there is probably a story behind it, one you won’t force him to tell. It might not be his real arm, but it’s a part of him, a part that makes the well-built man even more attractive to you. “No one said such a thing before.”

There’s a moment of silence — it’s not uncomfortable, but you don't want to pressure him, and Bucky's unsure if you even want to hear more about it. But his heart wants it; he wants to tell you — he never felt that way before. His arm, his past, is a secret to most people; he likes it that way, but with you? There is no judgment, no pressure, and he wants to tell you; he wants you to know him, even if you hate him then.

You notice the back and forth he’s having in his mind. You reach out your hands, placing them with your palms up, and Bucky doesn't hesitate a second and puts his in yours. The coolness of the metal and the warmth of his flesh hand make you shiver in a good way, your heart fluttering slightly.

“Tell me if you want,” you say softly, stroking your thumb over the back of his hands.

“What if you don’t like what I tell you… what if you see me as I see myself?” He whispers, not daring to speak louder. You shake your head, smiling in an assuring way. “I don’t want you to see me… as… as a monster. But I want to tell you… just… please don't see me as a monster.”

“I won’t. You can trust me,” you tell him, your voice soft and your smile remaining on your lips.

Bucky wants to believe you; he wants to believe that you don't see him the way he sees himself. But he’s pretty sure you would never guess anything that happened in his past.

An idea pops into his mind and he chuckles low in his throat. “We could start this story with: Once upon a time, there was a young man, born 1917. He got enlisted and went to the war. He got captured by Hydra; they tried to turn a soldier into a super soldier. And while he was captured and they experimented on him, he had a best friend who did some stupid stuff.”

You giggle slightly; you know he's talking about himself and that it’s not as funny as he tries to tell you. But somehow the way he explains it, it really feels like a fairy tale. With his soft voice and his bright blue eyes focused on you, you feel your insides warming, waiting for the “fairy tale” to continue.

“He told his best friend, ‘Don’t do anything stupid ‘til I get back.’. But he went to the army too, got the super soldier serum, and became America's golden boy. So, while his best friend danced on the stage as a dancing queen. The other was tortured and broken by the big bad wolf named Hydra.” Bucky continues, preferring that way to talk about his past. “Golden Boy rescued the groups that got lost in the Hydra base. After a night in the bar and the handsome brunette feeling like no woman was into him any longer, they made a plan to get the big bad wolves.”

You can’t hold back but laugh softly. Maybe you should convince him to write about it; people would probably love to read it the way he explains it.

“So they thought they would take the train. But they were badasses, going by train in a cool way. Jumping on the roof after sliding down a mountain and then jumping into the train,” Bucky says with a grin on his lips. The pain still visible in his blue orbs, but the smile is genuine, sweet — a mixture of pain and happiness. “Somehow, those guys got a pretty big boss to fight against, and the brunette was flying out of the train, catching himself outside. Falling down into the snow, the big bad wolf found him and turned him into the winter soldier.”

Your eyes widen slightly; he’s the Winter Soldier — no! He was the Winter Soldier. Bucky notices your expression, trying to pull his hands back in fear, but your grip tightens. You shake your head slowly, the smile still tugging at your lips.

“Please, don’t pull away. I didn't mean to look horrified or scared. Because I'm not. You wouldn't walk around, and your friend wouldn’t send you on a date. Would you or he know that you could be a danger for anyone,” you assure him.

Bucky’s surprised, of course; Steve and Sam accept him like he is too, but somehow, he didn't think someone else would do. Maybe because he can’t accept the winter soldier and his past himself sometimes.

“You should be… You should be afraid. You know him, what he did, the Winter Soldier,” he mumbles, his eyes suddenly teary, and you feel your heart clench in your chest. “N-no… no one ever wanted to hear the story… m-my side of it… they know him… but they don’t… don't know me. But you do, you… you listened.”

“And I would listen to you all the time, from all the happiness to all the pain you went through. I would listen to it all, because I know how it feels when there is no one who likes both sides of you,” you say softly. Bucky leans his head forward, dropping his forehead on your hands. His soft lips pressing against your skin, and you feel some of his tears dripping down.

“Thank you. I-I will never let you go. Please… can I? Can I— I want to keep you for myself, can I?” Bucky mumbles against your hands. His body is trembling, and he’s afraid to ask something wrong since it’s your first date. But he wants you; he wants to be with you, and he will never let you go.

His heart is fluttering, and he finally feels like someone understands him, someone is interested in him. You don't fear him, nor his past. The longing he feels shows in the tears that leak down his cheeks and down onto your hands.

“Do you always ask someone to be your girlfriend like that?” You giggle, and Bucky’s head shoots up. His red, teary eyes meeting yours, he shakes his head.

“No… actually not. I never felt like that with everyone before. I didn't want anyone the way I want — I need you, doll,” he says, narrowing his eyes. With a soft chuckle, you lean closer to him, feeling the warmth radiating around him. You tilt your head slightly and smirk at him.

“Mhm, then you better kiss what’s yours,” you reply. Bucky’s eyes widen, and he needs a moment to gather his thoughts. He's not sure if he heard you right or if you really said that, but when you remain in the position, so close to him, he's sure you said what he heard.

Bucky leans closer, taking a deep breath before he presses his lips against yours. A soft hum leaves his lips when he feels the warmth and softness of them against his plump ones. And for a moment he doesn't care who he was, because everything that matters is who he is now and with whom he is now. There with the person who cares about him, you — his doll, his safe place in your warm and loving embrace, the sweetness of your love.

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[downbadumu]

it's not like your head is an erogenous zone but more like it's cuz caleb's touching your head :)

cw: set in a vague au during a vague time because i can’t decide if this is canon compliant or an au, unhinged behaviour, caleb is his own warning (so be warned), something weird about having your hair washed (i swear im not weird), sexual tension (i hope), nothing happens though hehe, psuedocest, caleb’s definition of a gege/meimei dynamic, author hasn’t written in a while so bear with me but like I had to get this out my nogging, not beta read + lowercase because im too lazy

word count: 1446

a/n: i'm now, once again, asking the lurkers of tumblr to hit up my askbox for requests so that i may be creative for the sake of my sanity

caleb’s never been a believer of the whole love language spiel; sure, he loves receiving gifts from you, hell, he has kept receipts you’ve unconsciously passed to him countless of times. yeah, hearing a simple praise from your mouth could send him into a spiral and have him cumming in his pants. but he’s so smitten with you anyways, there’s nothing you do or don’t do that he can’t love. and there’s nothing he won’t do for you.

so that’s why he’s standing right next to you as the lady from the salon is washing your hair despite being told that the wash area is restricted to customers getting the service only. it’s stupid because what do they think was going to happen? let you be by your lonesome at the back of a very public salon? absolutely not. it wasn’t anything a very charming smile couldn’t fix, however.

he knows you know that he’s watching you like a hawk despite his nonchalant stance and casual conversation. you’re talking about that new donut place that opened up last week a street away from the salon and how you’d like to visit it sometime soon so he offers to take you there once you’re done here. he chews on the inside of his cheek as he feels his blood wanting to rush down to his cock when you smile at his suggestion. god, you are just everything to him.

you’re probably trying to think of something else to say to fill the silence, but you’re starting to really relax into the scalp massage the hairdresser is giving you. his eyes expertly take in every miniscule movement of yours, from how you readjust yourself for the sake of your hairdresser’s ease (you really are a saint) to the tiny twitches, shudders and deep breaths you probably aren’t even aware of as she scratches your hairline that’s probably making your spine tingle. jealousy shoots through caleb like lighting and suddenly his laid-back smile wasn’t as easy to keep anymore. still, he scrutinises every movement of yours and the hairdresser’s, committing this too to his memory so that he can be the one that washes your hair next time.

he doesn’t make you wait long for it, though, he has your favourite haircare products ready to do the next time when your hair was due for a wash. your little squeal was worth the huge ulcer he bit into his cheek.

“i think the donuts weren’t that great,” you said.

“you like the ones from that shop by the train station don’t you?” he answered with a hum, eyes trailing your figure wrapped in nothing but a stupid towel. “they’re fresher.”

“yeah! they’re not actual donuts though,” you were sat in front of him on a small stool, hands fiddling with the conditioner bottle caleb put next to you when he sat down on his own stool. “bombolone.”

he hummed in acknowledgment while putting shampoo in your hair. “i could swing by and get them before coming back home tomorrow.”

you giggled coyly. “you’re the best, gege.”

“only for the you,” he countered.

caleb’s smiles grew as he watched you form a jab in your head but was quickly replaced by a pleasurable tingle that crawled up to your upper spine when he gently traced his fingers on your hairline. experimentally, he tapped his fingers lightly along it before scratching lightly at your scalp before transitioning back into a massage. he could practically feel the wheels in your head turning under his fingertips.

“i’ll get the mini ones, i heard they were doing a sale on a half a dozen,” he said cooly.

“mm,” you replied weakly, almost sounding like a moan, and caleb thought about biting another ulcer into his cheek.

he mimicked that hairdresser’s movements perfectly; it wasn’t hard to see what made your skin crawl with goosebumps and how your breathing hitches at this distance. of course, he was better than her, he knew your better than yourself, everything he does is tailored specifically to you.

“caleb,” you started as he ran his fingers from the top of your head to the back of your neck. he hummed, waiting for all the cogs to turn so you could form a coherent sentence.

he waited too long though, there was a chit in your voice when you said, “since when were you an expert at washing hair, huh? have you been washing someone else’s hair?”

he chuckled, fingers moving in quicker and harder succession to sparsely scratch at your scalp. something you seem to enjoy as another shudder runs through your body. “you doing good, meimei? you’re shivering a lot, is it getting cold?” he asked in fake sympathy.

“i’m fine,” you answered curtly, lips jutting out in a pout that he desperately has been wanting to bite away.

he doesn’t say anything else, because he’s too busy fighting his own shiver crawling up his spine. he’s happy when you’re happy, hurting when you’re sad, and livid when you’re upset. it’s natural that he takes pleasure in your pleasure. caleb’s fingers work expertly, alternating between light tapping, medium pressure circular motions, hard and too fast scratches that has you chewing your lips and balling your hands into fists. he relishes in the fact that your body relaxes at the familiar movements but you trying so hard to fight back your sighs.

really, he can’t help but get into it. besides, he has read something about scalp massages being good for your hair growth and stress relief and all sorts of good things he can’t conjure up now; every fibre of his being hyper fixated on you. it’s absolutely not his fault when he so gently tugs at the strands at the back of your neck to get your shivering body closer to his almost too warm one.

“fuck,” he almost doesn’t hear your curse. you’re getting a little too good at hiding things from him, he’ll have to fix that soon. not now though, he’s busy keeping a mental record of everything you’re trying to suppress as he glides his hands slippery from the suds down your thin beautiful neck for a massage. too busy to even think about the tightness in his pants.

lightly, slowly, delicately, his hands went back up from your shoulders, to the base of your neck, up the back of your head. one hand taps his way to the front of your head along your jaw while the other traced its way back up to the top of your head with light massages. too gentle, too fleeting, something he knew you’d hate, now that you would curse at him in your head for. he tilted your head back firmly, the sudden change in pressure made your suck in a breath. he was eager to drink in the look in your eyes but you had them screw shut. the thought of patting your cheek hard enough for you to glare up at him crossed his mind but it’s ok, next time.

caleb then picks up the showerhead that was filling up the tub. subtly, he tested the temperature before rinsing out the shampoo with deliberately slow movements. he needed you to feel every trickle of warm water. this time you couldn’t hold back your sigh.

“warm?” he asked, voice as parched as he was.

“yeah.”

“good,” he cooed, gently repositioning you so you’re leaning against one his thigh like a makeshift shampoo bowl. “you’re doing your hair mask today, no? i left the barley on the stove, so after this you’re on your own.”

your eyes snapped open, the spell breaking along with it. “what?! you can’t do things halfway, gege!”

with practise ease, he smiled down at your pleading eyes and flushed face. “you’ll be fine,” he crooned. “besides, you’ll be out in no time, you can have barley while you wait for the mask to do its thing.”

you pout again and he takes the opportunity to look while he reaches over you to grab your hair mask. “close your eyes,” he said, and you do. caleb doesn’t bother biting back his grin as he applied the mask on your hair.

he watched you try not to get used to his touches again, knowing he’s about to leave to your own devices. your eyebrows furrowed; hands balled into fists again but for a different reason. when he was done, he let you lay on his leg sulking as he washed off his hands, then he gently guided you back up into a sitting position, warm lips brushing against the tip of your cold ear.

“i’ll go heat up the barley for you.”

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Hello, hello!

This is a little long, sorry. I've got 3 things.

1. I just read the difference between Jason and AK being married. Very well thought out as always Miss Rae. You would think they are entirely different people. It is crazy how much his mindset set changes and he overcomes his hurt. Especially if you guys were best friends in his Robin days and got to see him so happy, the differences are wild.

What are your thoughts on him and his marriage in the in-between/development from being AK to Red Hood? Would he be extra clingy? Guilty? Ashamed? My poor baby just needs some cuddles no matter what!

2. You asked everyone's favorite song and I wanted to know what yours is! You are a person too 💕

3. I have a request! What are your thoughts on road trips/trips with Jason? AK too if you'd like, but I have a hard time imagining him going on a trip with you.

I thought it fit your music event really well since music is very important (in my opinion at least) to make the trip fun. Humming or singing along, a special playlist, teasing your trip buddy about not knowing the words, trivia, Jason driving with one hand to hold yours and smile at you...

Ahem. Anyway! I hope you have a lovely rest of your day!

-🦧

Road Trip Headcanons 

Enjoy! (I answered your questions under the cut and I 100% agree that I only envision any sort of fun road trip happening with Jason and not AK) ~500 words

As you said, music is a must, essential for a long drive. There's not a quiet moment in the car. Sure, Jason could be convinced to listen to an audiobook or podcast, but there's nothing like scream-shouting the lyrics to your favorite songs with all the windows rolled down. Are you a public nuisance at every stop light? Possibly. Are you both laughing and having the time of your life? Definitely 

Matching Sunglasses for every road trip. LISTEN, you take turns buying the most ridiculous pair of sunglasses you can find for your road trip, and you have to wear them into rest stops/at drive-thrus no matter what. People stare sometimes, especially the time Jason brough gigantic, bright pink heart sunglasses for you, but the pictures you get out of it are worth any confused looks you get 

Whether it's you or Jason driving, he's almost constantly touching you. Fingers threaded together on your lap, his hand resting on your thigh, or your hand splayed over his knee while he drives, you're always connected in some sort of way. He really likes holding your hand while he drives and mindlessly tracing his thumb back and forth over your knuckles

When Jason is driving, he drives fast. He's always safe, borderline clinical in his decisions, but he's always pushing past the speed limit without even realizing it (He blames it on learning how to drive via the batmobile, and not on cars that are lacking Wayne Tech nuclear powered engines) 

You always try at least one new thing on your road trips. It could be small, like ordering a new drink from your favorite chain or listening to a new band/genre of music. Or, sometimes, it's something big. You saw a sign for indoor skydiving a few exits from where you are? You're stopping. There's an advertisement for the world's largest collection of colored rocks? You're there. You see a pamphlet for a museum filled with nothing but model dinosaurs at a rest stop? You're going. (There's nothing wrong with killing a few hours on a long drive after all)

Stopping for meals is mandatory! Sure, eating in the car quicker, but getting to stretch your legs, sitting across from each other and talking in whatever diner or dive-bar you decide to take a chance on is so much nicer. Jason always tends to order something warm to eat, but he's happy to split whatever appetizer you want to try 

Speaking of food, there's a cooler in the backseat. It's filled with drinks and all kinds of fruits, vegetables, and sweeter treats. As nice as it is to stock up on candies and chips when you stop for gas, munching on blueberries or grapes or whatever you've packed for the trip is just as good– if not better

You have a little tradition, when you finally get to your destination. Once the windows are rolled up, your goofy sunglasses pushed up to the top of your heads, Jason will lean over the dash and kiss your cheek. Doesn't matter if he's in the driver's seat or if you are, he does it every time. (it's partially for shock value, if he's being honest. He likes to use the moment your face starts to crack into a smile to race out of the car and get to your side, opening your door before you have the chance to)

The Arkham Knight and Jason Todd are different people, I SWEAR!! I know they're similar and have the same name, but their backstories are different and they have different traumas! What happens to them, at the hands of the Joker and others, changes their characters fundamentally. At the end of the day though, the biggest difference between them, for me, really comes down to that Jason 'forgives' Batman for not saving him, The Arkham Knight has not. 

Now, in between being AK and Red Hood, I really think you're Jason's only rock, married or not. Whether you want him around or you don't, whether he stays near you or runs for the hills, you're still his only constant. I think he really latches onto that. And even if you're not 'seeing' each other while you both figure out yourselves and your marriage, he's going to check in on you. You might not exactly see him do it, but you really can't blame him for having a bit of separation anxiety. 

And my favorite song right now is Hiding with Boys by Creeper! Thanks for asking nonnie! Have a great day!