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[wlwsoccerfics]

Why the Hate?(Magda Eriksson x Pernille Harder x Teen Reader)

AN: i Hope you like my Interpretation of this. I know it's short but i just wanted to get some requests out.

Warnings: mentions of Homophobia, Adoption, bullying

Summary: you get bullied at school for being adopted and having two moms.

You loved having two moms. It was one of your favorite things ever. What you didn't like though was the comments people made about your Family.

You walked to your next class when your bullies started shouting at you again.

"Look it's gay Orphan Annie! Her two moms made her gay too!" One of them yelled out and the others started laughing hysterically.

You sigh softly and continue to walk. Trying to ignore what they are saying. But it was easier said then done!

The bullying continued over the rest of the school day. You were thankful when you got home and your moms were still at practice so you didn't have to face them. Cause it was obvious you had been crying. And you didn't know how to explain that to them.

You went to take a quick shower and then started doing your homework. It was around 6pm when you moms came home.

"älskling?" Magda asked. You opened the door to your room, peaking your head out.

"hi Mama, hi Mom!" You said softly.

"hi engel!" Pernille replied.

"i am making dinner now." Magda informed you.

"i am not really hungry, Mama!" You answered softly. Biting down on your bottom lip. Your moms glanced at one another. It was obvious that they knew something was up.

"y/n? Are you getting sick?" Pernille asked.

"possible. The flu is going around at school right now, Mom!" You just said, which wasn't even a lie. The flu was in fact going around. But you weren't getting sick. You just weren't feeling very well. Which had mental reasons. Being bullied sucked.

"Go get some rest, Love! We gonna Check on you later!"your Mama answered.

"vi elsker dig, engel." Your Mom answered.

"i Love you Guys too!" You told them and offered them a tried smile. Closing the door to your room and sitting down on your bed, taking a deep breath before you started crying. You couldn't stop yourself. Tears just happened to run down your cheeks. Sobs escaping your mouth.

Your moms went to check on you after dinner, around 45 minute later, you haven't really moved from your seat on your bed.

They knocked on the door.

"skat, kan vi komme ind?" Your Mom asked.

"yes you can." You replied and quickly wiped away your tears but your face was all red and puffy. Magda and Pernille walked in and frowned. Sitting down on each side of you.

"what's wrong? Talk to us?" Your Mama whispered out.

"i don't know how to start! It's...complicated!" You answered.

"we don't judge. I Hope you know that Love!" Your mom said softly.

"i do know that!" You replied with a small smile. Before frowning again. Going through so many emotions all at once.

"i get bullied at school." You explained.

"who is bullying you and why?!" Your moms both asked in shock.

You didn't know how to explain all of this without exposing your Secret. But you knew you had to speak up.

"because i am adopted and because i have two moms! I am not ashamed or anything! I just hate how they act! That they don't just leave me alone! And they disrespect you! Which is what i hate the most! They also call me gay!" You tell them and sigh softly.

"Just ignore them! You know yourself the best!" Magda told you.

"but they are right! I am gay! I didn't say anything anf i am dating a Girl from my Volleyball Team!" You finally admitted.

They both give you a side hug. You call this kind of hug a 'moms sandwich' . Which you liked alot. They always made you feel safe.

"sweet Girl! This Is great! We are Happy for you and we can discuss another school for you or something like that if it's really needed! We can figure something out! You are not alone in this! And we are Happy for you that you found your true self!" Pernille let you know. You stayed cuddled up to them both.

Talking a little more. Promising them they would get to meet your girlfriend Mina soon. And you would talk to some other schools as well.

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Here me out-

Shadow the hedgehog x a reader (who is an experiment) who was recovered from a lab when team dark had to go on a mission to a abandoned lab. Shadow finds the reader in a statis tube and as team dark clears the area and g.u.n goes to pull the plug on the reader to kill her not wanting the risk a new experiment running around. However shadow isn't having seeing his own old pains from his time in the ark in the reader being an experiment. He convinces the commander to allow the reader to live on the conditions shadow looks after the reader and trains them himself. As the soldiers wake the reader up, shadow helps them to stand and they leave the lab shadow promising to help look after them and to not let them end up like maria.

“I Promise to Keep you Safe”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Experiment Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: When exploring an abandoned facility, the last thing anyone expected to find was an experiment. And Shadow wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

Notes: Ooh, this one is cool! Hope you enjoy!

(Reader will be gender-queer, using multiple pronouns.)

(There will be references to my villain organization, R.M.P. If anyone wants to know more about it, let me know!)

(The reader has a “name,” but they give themselves a different one later on.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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“This place gives me the creeps,” Rouge mutters.

“Understandable. But it needs to be investigated. You know what happened here,” Shadow says.

“AFFIRMATIVE,” Omega booms. “THEY WILL PAY FOR HARMING SO MANY MOBIANS.”

“I know, I know,” Rouge says. “Doesn’t stop it from being any less creepy.”

“Let’s just keep moving,” Shadow states.

Team Dark, along with multiple G.U.N. members, including the commander himself, keep moving, eventually coming across a locked door. On the front, there’s a sign that reads “Project A.C.E.”

Two of the agents nod at each other before using their body weight to force open the door, pointing their guns inside the room.

Once they deem it safe, they motion for everyone to come in.

“I DETECT A LIFEFORM THAT IS NOT ONE OF US,” Omega booms. “THEY SEEM TO BE PARTIALLY ROBOTIC, LIKE THE TENREC AND THE FENNEC FOX.”

“It is called R.M.P., the Robotic Mobians Project, for a reason, hun,” Rouge states.

Shadow seems to place his hand on a capsule filled with a red liquid, a black shadow being inside.

“I found what we were looking for,” Shadow states. “This must be Project Ace.”

Commander Towers lets off a nod.

“Agent Parker, pull the plug,” Towers states.

“Are you serious?” Shadow asks, getting in front of the capsule. “We just found them and your immediate thought is to kill them?!”

“We don’t need another experiment running around, Shadow,” Towers states. “Move out of the way.”

“Over my dead body,” Shadow spats. “We helped all of those other mobians that were harmed by RMP, and you just want to kill this one?”

Towers lets out a sigh.

“Fine,” he says. “But they are your responsibility. You will train them and house them. End of discussion.”

“But, commander-” an agent starts.

“I said end of discussion,” Towers states. “Agents, move out. Agent Shadow, I give you the order to wake Project Ace.”

Shadow salutes as all of the agents, including Rouge and Omega, leave the room.

He turns back to the capsule and looks around the room for any sort of code, quickly finding one on a nearby document. He puts the code in the keypad and the capsule opens, the red liquid seeping into the ground as you open your eyes, stepping out before bowing.

“Greetings, I am A.C.E., your Assistant Companion Entity,” you say. “May I know your name?”

“You can refer to me as Shadow,” Shadow states. “And no need for the formalities.”

“Understood,” you say, stopping your bow.

“Come with me. We’re getting rid of whatever programming this horrible place gave you,” Shadow states, exiting the room, you in pursuit.

This better have been worth it…

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

The Thousand Yard Stare FINAL Chapter 7

Summary: Bucky Barnes has served his country well, and at a great personal cost.  After being rescued as a prisoner of war, he is struggling as he gets back into civilian life.  His newfound PTSD is severe.  His friends and family try to help, but he needs a lot more than they can give.  His mother signs him up for a Veteran recovery home, where he meets people struggling just like him, and the home director who has her own dark past to deal with.  He might just find love along the way as he searches for peace.

Warnings: mentions of physical assault, violence, being taken prisoner; sexual assault/r@pe; PTSD/anxiety/depression/panic attacks, flashbacks, nightmares; suicide/minor character death; eventual smut

Previous chapter

Bucky’s mother wasn't as supportive about him leaving as he’d hoped.  Winnie had concerns about what had happened between him and Y/N while he was in her care, while George listened with a furrowed brow.  Steve and Sam were fighting smiles the entire time, giving him knowing looks while he spoke to all of them and Y/N waited in the other room.

“I just don’t see how moving up there, away from your support center, is going to be helpful,” Winnie grumbled.

“Mama’s House is literally a support center,” George countered.

“What kind of help did you get while you were there?” Winnie ignored him, glancing toward the other room where Y/N was sitting.  “I thought we were paying for rehabilitation and recovery, not a dating service,” she accused.

Steve and Sam both groaned at that, Bucky glaring at his mother while George looked at her incredulously.  “Watch it, Ma,” Bucky warned.  “I appreciate your concern–”

“Well can you blame me for being concerned?” Winnie glared back at him.  “Have you even thought about if she’s done this before?”

“Winnie–” George warned.

“What if he’s not the first?” Winnie asked.  “How many other veterans has she taken advantage of?  What kind of ‘cuddling’ sessions are they?”

“Enough!” Bucky yelled, standing up.  Winnie recoiled.  “You will not speak about her that way,” he snarled.  “I’m leaving.  This is not up for discussion, I’m literally just letting you know what’s happening.  Now you can either be supportive and kind and accepting, or you can butt out of my life.  Choice is yours.”  He looked at George.  “I love her, and she loves me.”

George stood and walked up to Bucky, reaching out and holding his face.  “I can see that,” George smiled.  “I’m happy for you.  Your mother and I will be having a long discussion about this,” he glared at Winnie who withered under his gaze, “but just know that I’m supportive.  I love you and want what’s best for you, and if what’s best for you is to move up there and be with her, then I want that, too.  As much as I’ll miss you, my boy,” he sniffed as the emotion overcame him.  “Y/N is wonderful.  And I think you two will be great.”

Bucky smiled.  “Thank you.”

Steve and Sam stood.  “We’ll help you pack,” Steve said, Sam nodding, and they walked out back to the guest house.

Bucky went into the other room and smiled at Y/N.  “Let’s go.”

She looked at him sadly as she stood.  “I haven’t done this before, you know,” she said quietly.  Bucky frowned.  “I’ve never…been with someone I’ve helped before,” she clarified.

Bucky sighed heavily.  She’d heard his mother talking about her.  He hugged Y/N.  “I know.  And even if you had, that wouldn’t be my business,” he kissed her hair.  “You haven’t done anything wrong, you hear me?” he said, making her look at him. Y/N nodded.  “Okay, let’s get going.”

Steve and Sam helped Bucky pack, bringing a couple of bags out to Y/N’s truck.  As she waited by the truck Sam hugged Bucky.  “I’m happy for you, man,” he said.  “We’re gonna have to figure out some kind of visiting schedule.”

“Or you guys could come with us?” Bucky said suggestively.

Steve smiled as he took his turn hugging Bucky.  “I don’t know about Sam, but I just might,” he said.  “I can transfer.  Peggy works remotely.  You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Never,” Bucky laughed.

“Dude, I’ll transfer!” Sam said indignantly.  

Bucky laughed as he walked up to the truck just as George finished talking to Y/N.  She hugged George and then got in the driver's seat.  George turned to Bucky and hugged him.  “I’m sorry about your mom,” he said.

“It’s okay,” Bucky sighed.  

“It’s not,” George huffed.  “But don’t be a stranger, my boy.”  He stared at Bucky, smiling knowingly at him.  “Take care of yourself.”

“Love you, Dad,” Bucky squeezed him one more time.  When he pulled away he looked toward his family home and saw his mother looking out the window.  He waved before getting in the truck.  He looked at Y/N.  “You ready?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” she said, quoting him from months before.

Bucky laughed.  “Let’s go home.”

***

Bucky moved in with Y/N.  The veterans he’d known that were still at Mama’s House weren’t too surprised by his relationship with her.  “We all could tell,” Wanda had stated, rolling her eyes when Y/N announced his moving back.  Clint, Scott and Bruce had all moved out since he’d left, all being discharged from her care by their therapists, and were replaced with new veterans needing help.  Bucky was hired as a groundskeeper for the home, to make it so he could stay through proper channels as well as for personal reasons.  He loved every second of it.  Getting to stay with Y/N, taking care of Teddy and the house and being a part of the second family she created with the people there.

After their most recent family karaoke night, where Y/N brought the house down with a rendition of “Look Who’s Laughing Now,” Bucky helped get an overly drunk Pietro in bed again then headed to his now shared room with Y/N.  Ever since he’d officially moved in they had shared the room, slept in the same bed, but still hadn’t had sex.  It had just never been the right time, their schedules full as they transitioned into this new dynamic together.  He walked in and shut the door quietly so as not to disturb the others in the house, before turning to see Y/N in her robe.

“I was going to shower real quick,” Y/N said, glancing at him.  “Pietro’s last drink mostly ended up on my dress rather than in his mouth.”

Bucky chuckled and walked up behind and looped his arms around her.  “Can I join you?” he asked, kissing her ear.

Y/N looked back at him and smiled.  “Sure,” she said.

“Go ahead, I’ll be right there,” Bucky smirked at her.  Y/N giddily walked into the bathroom, shutting the door before he heard the water turn on.  He took a deep breath.  This was a big moment for him.  He stripped out of his clothes and set out some pajamas and underwear for later then turned to the bathroom.  He opened the door, the hot mist enveloping him as he saw Y/N’s outline through the fogged glass doors.  

Bucky opened the shower door and stepped in.  Y/N turned to him, looking only at his face.  “You okay, Buck?” she asked, washing her hair.  

“Yeah,” he breathed.  “Just feeling a little...”

Y/N hummed.  “What would you like me to do to help you feel better?”  Bucky shook his head, glancing down her naked, wet body.  “The first time after being hurt is hard,” she said quietly, taking a step toward him.  She reached up and traced her fingers over his cheek to his jaw.  “We don’t have to do anything,” she said reassuringly.  “It’s just a shower.”  

“I know,” Bucky said, grabbing her hand and holding it.  “Can I…can I just hold you for a minute?”

Y/N nodded and pulled him forward, switching him places so he was under the hot stream.  She reached up and helped get his hair wet, her fingers scratching down his scalp then slipping down over his neck, shoulders, chest and then looping around him, softly rubbing his upper back.  Bucky held her to his chest, loving the way she was so soft with him, her fingers leaving a pleasant tickling sensation in their wake.  He massaged her shoulders, then felt the top of her scars with his fingertips.  It was a stark reminder of just how much she and him had both endured, and he held her tighter as his fingers slowly moved down her back, feeling the scars.  They reached all the way down to her hips, one of them lower onto her left butt cheek.  He traced the one down, his hands gripping her hips.  She shivered against him when he was done touching her scars, her hold tightening around him.  He kissed from the top of her head down to her shoulder where the top scar started.  “Pretty girl…” he mumbled against her skin.

Y/N hummed into his chest.  “Says the handsome man,” she giggled.

Bucky smiled.  He pulled back, making her look up at him questioningly.  “I want this,” he started hesitantly, “but I need you to help me.”  Y/N nodded again.  “I need you to do something kinda weird for me,” he whispered, looking away from her.

“What is it?” Y/N asked, her fingers never stopping in rubbing and tickling his back.  

Bucky shut his eyes and breathed deeply.  “I need you to…get behind me and…” he couldn’t finish.  

Y/N reached one of her hands around and touched his face, scratching his beard gently.  “You need me to pull you back by the hips, and touch you around your groin, and let you know that it’s gonna be okay?” she guessed, giving him a knowing look.  Bucky’s eyes flew open.  She had no reservations or judgment in her eyes.  She knew him so well that it was almost disconcerting, and yet he never felt safer.  He nodded, biting his lower lip.  “I’ve got you,” she said quietly.  

She turned him around to face the water.  Her hands ran slowly down from his shoulders to his hips, where she gently gripped him.  She kissed the spot in between his shoulder blades, making him shiver.  “If you need to stop, just tell me,” she whispered.  Bucky nodded, letting the water run over the top of his head and down his face.  Y/N’s hands tightened on his hips and he tensed.  She waited for a moment then pulled his hips back roughly.  Bucky gasped, his hands reaching out and plastering against the walls of the shower.  “It’s just me,” Y/N said quietly but firmly.  “I’m not going to hurt you.  I’ve got you.”  Bucky breathed through his panic, his hands dropping slowly from the walls as he tried to relax his tense muscles.  Y/N pulled his hips back again, less harshly this time, and he was able to let her without reacting.  “Good, Bucky,” she praised him.  “I’m going to touch you now, okay?”

Bucky sighed.  “Okay,” he agreed.  Her fingers loosened around his hips and dipped down to his butt.  She slowly touched around it, letting him get used to someone touching him there.  He was still tense, and she kissed his back again.  She reached her hands around and brushed her fingers down the V at his hips, massaging the skin around his groin before stopping near his cock.  

She didn’t move, waiting for him to give her confirmation that this was what he wanted.  Bucky took her right hand and moved it up to the back of his head, then took her left hand and moved it to touch his cock.  Y/N’s right fingers scratched his scalp as her left fingers gripped his cock that was starting to harden at her touch.  She started to tug at his hair at the back of his head like she had that first cuddle session together and gripping his cock just a little harder at the same time.  He couldn’t explain why it was so healing, why her doing the same thing his attacker had done was helping him, but her gentleness and his trust in her made that little part of him that was still working through it feel like it was stitching itself back together in his heart and his mind.  He felt tears build up, his breath hitching as she didn’t move, just holding him in that position for a moment.  She kissed his back again.  “I’ve got you, love,” she whispered against his skin.  

Bucky took her hand away from his cock and she let go of his hair as he whirled around to face her.  He grabbed her face and kissed her hard, backing her up into the shower wall.  Y/N groaned as he kissed her, her hands moving to his sides.  He opened his mouth and licked at her bottom lip until she opened up to taste him back, then moved his face to kiss her cheek and down her neck.  “Thank you,” he whispered against her throat.  “I need…”

“What do you need, lover boy?” Y/N asked.

Bucky moaned at the pet name that he came to love.  “Make me feel good…please…”

Y/N started to kiss along his cheek and worked her way to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe and making him shiver against her.  “Do you need to take charge, or do you want me to?”

“You,” Bucky sighed.  “Mommy…please…”

Y/N pulled his face away from her and made him look at her.  “Okay lover boy.  Go dry off and lay down on the bed.”

Bucky nodded and quickly walked out of the shower.  He dried himself off as she shut off the water.  He hung up his towel and stepped out as she got out of the shower and went to lay down on the bed.  He made sure the door was locked before getting comfortable.  Y/N shuffled around the bathroom for a few minutes before coming out and looking at him splayed out naked on the bed.  She smirked at him as she walked up to him and sat on the edge of the bed next to his legs.  “How do you want this, Buck?”  She reached her hand out and ran her fingers softly from his ankle closest to her to his knee.  “Slow?  Fast?  Gentle?  Rough?”

Bucky shook his head.  “I…I don’t know.”

Y/N nodded and her fingers moved higher, tickling along his thigh and towards his hip.  “Then I’ll just take my time, and if there’s something you like or don’t like, you let me know, okay?”  Bucky nodded.  “Words, lover boy,” Y/N’s eyes flashed as she looked at him.

“Yes, okay,” Bucky quickly answered.  

Y/N proceeded to slowly kiss from his shin up to his hips, peppering featherlight kisses and licks along his skin inch by inch.  Bucky’s cock was rock hard as he watched her enjoy him, her hands massaging the areas her lips traversed.  Her gentleness was making him emotional.  She climbed over him the higher she went, and as she kissed up his pecs, licking over his nipples lightly before kissing and sucking at his collarbone, she straddled his hips, her pussy already feeling slick as her core rubbed over his cock.  She pulled his hands up to grip her hips, encouraging him to explore as she pushed them down to her ass, then continued to kiss, lick and suck up to his mouth.  “You feel how wet I am for you, lover boy?” she asked quietly, humming as her hips ground down on him.  Bucky whimpered, nodding as his hands guided her ass to continue grinding, his cock slipping through her lower lips, the tip catching against her clit and her entrance repeatedly.  “You want me to ride you?” she whispered against his ear.

“Fuck yes,” Bucky groaned.

She kissed him deeply as she ground down on him a little harder, before pulling away and lifting herself on her knees, reaching down and angling his cock up to her opening.  Once he was in the right spot she sat down on him, her pussy slowly swallowing him little by little until he was fully inside, her hips flush to his.  Bucky didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he blew it out in a huff once she was fully seated on him.  Y/N’s head fell back and she whined low in her throat, her hands planting on his chest to keep herself up.

“Holy shit, Buck,” she breathed, her fingers digging into his chest.  “You feel so good.”

Bucky felt his heart leap with pride at making her feel good, his lips curving into a small smile.  “Yeah?  Could say the same about you,” he teased, then he rutted his hips up into her lightly.  Y/N shivered above him, her pussy fluttering around his cock in a way that had his eyes rolling.  “Jesus,” he groaned, his fingers gripping her thighs tight.  

Y/N chuckled, then experimentally swiveled her hips back and forth on him.  She didn’t keep a steady pace, taking her time with gyrating her hips on him then lifting her hips and bobbing herself up and down on his cock, sometimes going fast and other times going excruciatingly slow.  It was like she was trying to wind him up, edge him to the brink of his sanity as she teased his cock with the rolls of her hips.  She would lean down and kiss him passionately as her hips snapped on top of him, then suddenly sit still and only give him short, chaste pecks of kisses when she could feel his grip getting tighter on her or his breathing picking up too fast.  Bucky wasn’t a virgin, but nothing and no one he’d ever done before compared to the way she was playing his body like her own personal fuck toy.

“Oh my god!” Bucky whimpered after what felt like the tenth time edging him.  “Y/N, please, I can’t–”

She giggled at the desperate look on his face.  “I’m sorry, lover boy, you just feel so good, I don’t wanna let you give in just yet.”

Bucky gritted his teeth as she squeezed his cock purposefully.  “God, I’m gonna lose it.  Mommy, please let me cum,” he begged.  

Y/N smirked at him, continually rolling her hips.  “Well, my thighs are starting to burn,” she said contemplatively.  “Maybe you can take over and help us both finish?”

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice.  He nodded then suddenly twisted them both so she was now laying on the bed with him hovering over her.  His arms caged her against the bed as his hips started to thrust into her at a rapid pace.  Y/N gasped at the quick change and the way he hit deeper as he sat up and lifted her thighs higher over his hips.  He started thumbing at her clit, rubbing and flicking it, making her shudder beneath him, her hands holding his biceps in an iron grip.  He would get her close, his cock driving hard and deep into her, then as she was about to cum he would remove his hand and slow the pace.  After the third time of edging her Y/N grunted in frustration.  “Serves you right for teasing me so bad, Mommy,” Bucky smirked at her.  “You wanna cum?”

“Yes,” Y/N huffed, her head thrashing as her hands gripped his wrist, trying to get him back to her clit.  “Please, lover boy.”

“What do you need?” Bucky asked quietly, leaning forward and nuzzling his nose along different spots across her face, his lips teasing over her lips.  

“Please, Buck, I need it,” Y/N whispered desperately.  “I need to cum.  I need you to fill me up.  I wanna feel you dripping from me tomorrow.  Fuck me, please!”

Bucky nearly melted at her words, his eyes rolling slightly as he kissed her hard before nipping at her lower lip.  “Can I, Mommy?  Can I cum inside you?”

“Yes,” Y/N nodded frantically, her eyes widening with anticipation.  

He smiled.  “Whatever you want, Mommy,” he murmured.  He anchored his knees on the bed, sneaking his hand between them, then started snapping his hips hard while flicking at her clit.  Y/N gasped and he quickly covered her mouth in another deep kiss to muffle her moan.  The sounds of their heavy breaths, the wetness squelching where they were joined, and hard slaps of skin was making Bucky feel like the air was electric around them.  He continued kissing her, licking into her mouth.  She reciprocated his desperation, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts, one hand holding his wrist to keep his hand at her clit and her other hand reaching up into his hair and scratching his scalp.  “I’m gonna cum,” he huffed against her mouth.  

“Cum, lover boy,” she said, her words slurred and raspy against his lips.  “Fuck!”

With a few more precise flicks Y/N was cumming, her pussy spasming and clamping down around his cock impossibly tight.  Her mouth dropped open and Bucky covered their moans with another kiss.  She was shaking beneath him, her legs and hips trembling.  Her hand tugged at his hair and he came hard inside her, shuddering above her.  He tried to keep flicking her clit but had to pull away to catch himself before he fell on top of her, his orgasm making him feel weak.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbled into her mouth.  “Y/N…”

Y/N was trying to calm down, but her body still randomly twitched through the aftershocks.  “Buck…mmh,” she hummed, holding him close to her.  She was rubbing her face against his, like she was trying to kiss him but was too exhausted so she settled for nuzzling.  “I love you.  My sweet lover boy.”

Bucky smiled against her skin, nuzzling her back as he held her tight.  “I love you,” he replied, nestling into the crook of her neck and kissing along her throat.  “I’ve got you.”

She sighed.  “I’ve got you,” she whispered back.

Bucky got the strength to pull himself up and look down at her.  Y/N slowly opened her eyes and looked at him tiredly, but smiled.  He smiled back at her and gently kissed her lips.  “Thank you for helping me,” he said quietly.  “For making this so…perfect.”

Her smile widened.  “I’ve got you, Buck.  For anything.  Anytime.”

***

“Hey, you made it!” Bucky said excitedly, standing from the table and walking over to Steve, Sam and Peggy walking into the bar.

“Hey punk,” Steve smiled, hugging him quickly before letting him go to greet and hug Peggy and Sam.  “I like this place,” he said, looking around the bar.  “Very homey.”

“Small town feel,” Sam agreed.

“Well come on, sit down,” Bucky said, leading them all back over to the table where Y/N and the other veterans were all sitting.  They all moved around, bringing over more chairs and figuring out the best way to get settled before karaoke started.  

“Thanks for inviting us,” Peggy said, leaning toward Bucky and Y/N.

“Of course,” Y/N smiled.  “Any friends of Bucky’s are friends of ours.”

Steve and Peggy had moved out to the small town a couple of weeks before, with Sam following soon after.  They hadn’t had a chance to experience the family karaoke night until now, and Bucky was excited for them to be a part of something he loved, with the people he loved.  The other veterans all smiled and nodded before Happy walked up to the stage.  “Welcome everybody to our monthly karaoke night.  Looks like we’ve got some new faces,” he gestured to the newcomers.  “We hope you’ll grace us with your talent.  So, let’s get started!  First up on the list, we’ve got Pietro!”

Pietro stood from the table to a loud applause and cheers from the local girls in town, raising his hands and smiling widely before getting on stage and grabbing the microphone.  “Hello lovelies,” he said with a smirk and a wink.  “This one is for all the pretty ladies here tonight.”  Wanda hung her head in her hands in embarrassment as the locals all whistled and cheered.  

The night was a hit, with Steve and Sam each taking turns on stage.  Bucky held Y/N’s hand, laughing and enjoying himself.  He was extremely grateful for all he had now.  A loving girlfriend who helped save him, his best friends, his new friends, and the new home he had at Mama’s House.  As the night started to wrap up Happy came back on stage and looked at Y/N with a knowing smile.  “Come on you,” he said, waving her up.  Steve, Sam and Peggy all looked at her questioningly as she smiled and shook her head at Happy before getting up and walking up on stage.  The locals all cheered loudly as she hugged Happy.  “For those of you who are new with us, we always end our karaoke nights with our very own home-grown star, Y/N Y/L/N,” he explained, putting his arm around her shoulders and squeezing her.  “Take us out, sweetie!”

Y/N nodded and smiled as everyone cheered again.  She whispered to Happy what song she wanted then took the microphone from him and faced the audience.  “How does some 4 Non Blondes sound?” she asked, and the audience clapped again.  The music started to play and Y/N took a deep breath before singing.

“25 years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope for a destination,” she sang.

Steve, Sam and Peggy’s mouths all dropped open in shock, making Bucky and the rest of the veterans all laugh at their expressions.  Y/N sang the song and included the audience in the chorus.  By the time she sang the last line Steve was standing and clapping, Sam throwing his shoe at the stage and Peggy smiling widely.  Bucky couldn’t stop smiling, standing and applauding when she was done and taking a bow.  Y/N walked off the stage, hugging the others and high fiving some of the locals before she finally approached Bucky.

He reached out and cupped her face in his hands, leaning down and kissing her.  “You’re amazing,” he said to her quietly.  

Y/N hugged him.  “So are you,” she said sweetly.  “Let’s go home.”

@wintrsoldrluvr @isitbiorisitlesbian @starfly-nicole @s-a-v-a-n-a-34 @buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger @idontknowhowtonormal

THE END! Thank you all so much for the likes, comments, reblogs and follows. I'm so glad y'all liked this story. It's one of the more heavy ones I've written, so I hope the trigger warnings were helpful. I love you all!

[whump-queen]

Shockwave

Tags: shocking, electrocution, defiant whumpee, captivity.

Pt 1 of a crossover story by me and @paingoes!! Delta from their series Destroyer gets some new whumpers <3

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“If you’re expecting gratitude, you won’t get it.”

Delta didn’t look at her when he spoke. He tried not to look at any of them since he’d woken up here—chained to the floor of this unfamiliar ship.

Amira stood over him, arms folded, gaze razor-sharp. She watched him carefully, studying for any flicker of resistance, every muscle that tensed at her words.

"You understand your purpose here, then, do you not?" Her voice was smooth, unwavering.

Delta held his silence, ignoring the rising burn in his knees. He wondered how long it’d been since he’d moved them. They’d kept him on his knees since he’d arrived. Wrists locked behind his back. A small length of chain kept him tethered to the floor.

"You were a weapon of Empire because you possess a certain power. We now possess you,” she paused, as if to let the obvious sink in. “Therefore the power belongs to us."

She tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing as if waiting for him to argue.

He deflated. It wasn’t like he actually expected anything different. Of course, in the event of his capture, they would want him for his powers.

"This part isn’t up for discussion." A beat of silence. A pause just long enough to let the weight of it settle.

"But you can choose to make it as easy or as difficult as you’d like."

Of course he would have no say in it. It was the same spiel with each new owner — or with each who aimed to be.

He’d been briefed on this possibility already. He knew what he was meant to say. But that was all just theory. Now, in the moment, refusal seemed like the worst thing he could do.

He thought of Empire, were they ever to find him. Would he ever be able to defend himself?

He imagined himself whipped bloody, if not rendered limb from limb. Brain in a jar. Decommissioned. He knew where his loyalties lay, the steps they took to ensure them.

“…You’re not authorized for use,” he said slowly. “I apologize. I won’t be able to.”

“I expected as much.” Amira stepped closer, eyeing him sharply. “But let’s not delude ourselves—’no’ was never on the table.”

Her hand rose, fingers catching Delta’s chin, lifting his face. It wasn’t gentle, but it didn’t hurt. Not yet.

“I’m sure you’ve had plenty of practice reciting that little line at Empire Elementary,” she said. Her voice darkened, “But their rules don’t apply to you anymore.”

She tightened her grip, fingers pressing just enough to remind him who was in control. “Your powers belong to us now. To me. You’ll do well to remember that.”

Empire Elementary.

If she had known half the shit he went through at Beldam, the things that went on at that school—

He pushed it back down. Now wasn’t the time.

The touch didn’t faze him. Truthfully, he almost leaned into it. He expected this too—the reminder of his place, who was really in charge.

That was fine. He would follow her orders to the letter, do everything she asked of him.

But the powers were a no-go.

“I’m property of the Empire…sir.” He added the last honorific out of caution, as an afterthought. “I am accountable to their laws. My choice has nothing to do with it.”

I couldn’t help you if I wanted to.

Amira released his jaw, and her tone fell with it, dipping ever further, into something even colder.

“I could let you rot in here, if you want. But remember, if Empire ever does find you, they’ll put you right back in that little cage you love so much.”

Her hand hovered for a beat longer, as if debating whether to grab him again.

“Or worse, they’ll kill you, if I leave nothing for them to use.”

She let the threat hang in the air. Her hand lowered to his neck, fingers tracing at the edge of the dampener collar he still wore.

“That insignia doesn’t suit you. Let’s fix that.”

He stayed quiet. If Empire did find him, he’d have done exactly as they asked. The threat of returning to his cage meant very little as she leveraged the new one over him. What difference did it make?

He’d thought the rebellion might be different, in some way. It was a naive hope. He knew exactly what he was to her. As her hands traced the collar, he got all the confirmation he needed.

“…As you wish,” he confirmed.

She turned away without a word, moving toward the wall where tools hung in their precise places. Delta couldn’t see what she reached for—not at first. But then she turned back, and he saw it.

Bolt cutters.

Very large bolt cutters.

She crossed the room again, gripping the thing easily in one hand, as if it were weightless.

And then she came for his neck.

Or rather, the tongs of that thing did. Metal jaws opening, teeth snapping too close to his face before clamping down on the band around his throat.

Delta held still. The shears were gnarly-looking and the look in her eyes was no better. He didn’t need to play with her while she had it at his throat. In fact, he craned his neck slightly, trying to give her an easy angle.

He realized, a bit belatedly, that she meant to do it right now.

Was she actually just going to—

With a small, ringing clank, the metal snapped apart.

Immediately, the lightning poured out. It was enough to blind him, more than enough to make him seize. It went off, off with no warning, and all the world snapped into a razor-sharp focus.

Delta keeled. It was an indignity, one he’d fought so hard to spare himself from, but his body was not his own right now. There was an awful, alien energy to it.

The spasm repeated itself incessantly. It wasn’t supposed to be this bad. It was never supposed to be this bad, but when was the last time he’d had the collar off?

He never could have been ready. There was too much information around him to process—each nail in the wall, each arc of the craft’s trajectory, each link in the chain.

There was a different body, not too far from him, collapsed to the floor. The shock had come for her too.

What had she done?

Amira’s breath came in sharp, shallow bursts as she reached for the replacement collar, fingers trembling from the residual shock. Sparks still flickered across Delta’s body, the air thick with the scent of burnt ozone. Every instinct screamed at her to back off—to let the storm pass—but there wasn’t time.

She crawled toward him, ignoring the heat radiating from his skin, and forced her fingers around the edges of the collar.

The crackling energy bit at her hands, jolts stabbing up her arms with every twitch of his body. She grit her teeth, steadying her grip. No hesitation. Not now.

The new collar snapped shut with a click.

For one agonizing second, nothing happened. Then the crackling died, the blue arcs dimming into silence. The energy ebbed, and Delta ceased to move.

Amira exhaled hard, her hands still clenched around the metal. For a terrifying moment, she wasn’t sure which of them held the reins.

The moment ended nearly as quickly as it’d begun, with no point in between in which he could fully recover, or even wrest back control. His body ached as savagely as if he’d been beaten.

Delta was keenly aware of Amira’s movements behind him — was unable to not see it, unable to not see everything.

He coughed terribly as sensation returned to him, gasping for air. He’d hurt her, he realized with a dawning horror. He’d hurt her, in what he knew was an execution-worthy offense.

Amira knelt, breath ragged, her head dropping forward as she unclenched her fingers from the collar. Her hands ached, still crackling with the last traces of his power.

She stared at the crumpled body before her, chest heaving, struggling to process what she had just unleashed.

She thought she knew what he was capable of. She thought. But she had no idea it was this.

Could anyone truly control a being like this? Could she?

A whisper of fear clawed at her throat, cold and sharp. But something else rose to meet it—a heat in her chest, fierce and undeniable.

Not fear.

Anticipation.

To hold this power in her hands. To twist it, bend it, make it hers.

Her pulse quickened—adrenaline snapped through her like a live wire.

She had ended it. She had locked her collar around his neck. And she had ended it.

She felt her lips curl at the corners.

He belongs to me now.

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There is more written!! I can actually promise that!!

General taglist: (I’ll tag general this time cuz it’s the first part of this but might just have a separate taglist from here!)

@whumpsday @a-whump-sideblog @whump-it-like-its-hot @wolfeyedwitch

  @unorganisedalienrubbish  @hidden-dreamland @whumpedydump @lonesome--hunter

@ashh-ed @whump-in-the-closet @whumpasaurus101 @morning-star-whump @whmp

@spooky-scary-vampires @veyroswin @painsandconfusion @skittles-the-whumpee @demondamage

@electrons2006 @long-past-eventide

[pastlivesxpastlie]

Get Below Me vol 4 🥀

you aren’t ready and that’s ok

simp!roommate!vessel x virgin!fem!reader

Head’s up: oral sex (m receiving), hand job, hurt/comfort, discussions of trust issues + lack of confidence + fear of intimacy, Vessel is the best boy, fluff

A/N: one of the reasons it’s taken me awhile to write a virgin!reader fic is because it made me reflect on my own first time. This one’s inspired by true events and how I wish it had went. We’re healing you, babygirl dead-name. You deserved better.

✨taglist: @lifemod17 @glitterghost @inv3ga @adenobabe @jeriiicho @milk--bones @myaudiocommentary @horsebiologist @intake-of-breath @fruitsandcheese @0hg00dgirl @goosepond69 @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @lynzeequitlollygagging @thatxxjiyong-ssi @cloudy-soul @daddysaidbringthethunder @evisnotok @cheomain @chaosandchaos @sage-m-sepia @dreamer-lost-in-wonderland

You woke up curled into a little ball, your back against Vesssl’s. It took you a few bleary blinks to realize you weren’t in your room, but still his. Last night immediately replayed in your mind.

The way he leaned back to watch you suck his cock. His murmurs about what a quick learner you are…how perfect you are. It made you feel incredible. And he felt incredible, too. He was a perfect gentleman and didn’t push your head down or try to force himself deeper. He let you play. Let you learn just from doing. When you pulled off to catch your breath at one point, his head was thrown back as his chest heaved. Moaning your name. Telling you how good you made him feel. Your hand worked him a bit harder just because you were so high on the experience…and that was the first time you made someone cum. Well. Not just anyone in the grand scheme of things. Your perfect boyfriend. Wait…was he…actually your boyfriend? The realization hits you hard, leaving you feel cold. You sit back on your knees and feel that ugly familiar insecurity creep in.

“Ves…?”

“Yeah babe? Are you…” he lifts your chin softly, noticing your tears… “hey what’s wrong?”

“Did that mean anything to you?” You hate to ask. Why the fuck do you have to ask? Why can’t you just have fun?

Vessel’s face falls, looking like he could cry himself. He drops to his knees on the floor and holds you. Holds you tighter than anyone ever has. He doesn’t need to answer. You already know. But that doesn’t stop your tears. Vessel rubs your back and gently kisses your shoulder. “You…not what you do for me…means everything to me.”

You didn’t lose your virginity that night. It seemed wrong considering your state even though your spirits lifted quickly and you felt like yourself. Vessel didn’t want to push it. As he always had, he wanted to protect you and provide for you. He asked you if you wanted to get off another way but you said “no.” The mood was gone. And again, that was ok. As you drifted to sleep, Ves whispered close to your ear, “we have all the time in the world, if you’ll have me.”

Over time, your trust issues tested your relationship with Vessel, ever changing as it was, but it worked out. Every time. He was patient. Adoring. Willing to meet in the middle or change a behavior. And finally, one morning, it all fell into place.

[the-bonfires-ember]

fuck it ill do it myself

Being in a Relationship with Someone with NPD for Dummies

**I would like to open with the preface that if someone is not willing to work on their NPD or to work through elements of their mental illness that strains your relationship, then they are not ready to be in a relationship. I got super lucky in that my partner was over-therapised tbh and so is able and willing to make the accommodations I mention here but that will not be the case for everyone. Think it through carefully. Everyone deserves love, but they should never feel like they need to sacrifice their own wellbeing to give it and get it in return. Be safe and look after yourself**

This is written for people in romantic relationships but with some editing, it could be useful for platonic relationships also

So, the first thing I want to explain is Narc crashes. Maybe you've heard about them, maybe you haven't but understanding them is, I think, the most important piece of groundwork you could have. Think of NPD as a hard shell over something very soft and gooey. Anything can cause the shell to crack, even the most gentle of taps. And those cracks can vary in size, so that sometimes only a little bit of the insides ooze out, and sometimes a lot pours out all at once. Someone with NPD has built their ego and external image to shelter a typically very young and fragile version of themselves. And when that shell breaks, it can feel like an attack on that weaker part. NPD crashes look different depending on the person. For me, as an example, I get this overwhelming feeling that I am going to be discarded and left alone. Which is particularly unhelpful in a romantic relationship but we'll get there. For other people, depending on the severity, they could lash out, get very defensive, or start having ideas about self harm and suicide. I don't really get that bad anymore, but I also haven't crashed so catastrophically in recent months.

On to specific advice!

Make a plan of what to do in the case of a crash. This can be anything from, 'tell me that you still love me and that you aren't going to leave' to 'leave me alone, I can't regulate around other people'. It could be physical comfort, it could be getting them something sweet to eat when they are calmer, or it could be a bath. Have a conversation about it when you are both in a good mental state and make a plan. Keep in mind the differences in severity so that you know what to do and how to react.

When you have a problem, bring it up gently and carefully. When they are doing something that you want to question or ask for them to do differently, remember that they will take it badly if you handle it wrong. I don't mean 'just let them do whatever they want forever'. That is both unhelpful and unrealistic. Of course there are going to be things you need to discuss. Just be cautious about your words being interpreted as a threat to them. This can be another thing you discuss together ahead of time so that you can formulate a way of phrasing such things in a way that they feel more comfortable with.

Keep your emotions under control. If you are mad at your partner with NPD for something, get a hold of that anger by yourself first and then bring it up with them when you are calmer. Getting angry at someone with NPD creates a loop of them feeding off your anger, getting anxious and overwhelmed by the perceived aggressive nature of the conversation, and immediately going into defense mode - which tends to make you angrier and then it just loops around again and no one benefits from that. I mean, I think this applies to all relationships but taking out your own emotional responses on your partner is especially damaging when they have NPD. It hurts us much more deeply and for much longer.

To break those things down to their base components, you need to have a lot of patience and emotional maturity. Which is a big ask, and I'm sure there are people out there who have made it work somehow without those things. I don't know of any personally, but I'm sure it has happened before. Either way, make sure that the relationship works for you too. If you have to go to all this effort for the one you love, they should be willing to do the work for you too.

People with NPD deserve to be loved, but no one deserves having to hurt themselves to keep loving the one who is doing that harm in the first place.

Mental health is complicated. Personality disorders are complicated. Frankly, people are complicated. Maybe some of what I've said is valuable to you and your partner, and maybe none of it is and you are still able to be in a healthy relationship, even if it looks different to mine. And that's great! As long as it works for you both, do whatever you want forever.

Just be safe and take care of yourself first and foremost.

[pardonmydelays]

so from now on i am only here for my mutuals and my lovely anons, because i love talking to you guys and i don't want to leave you hanging, my ask box is always open for all of you if you want to share anything with me or ask me about stuff or talk about lin xx

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

PROJECT: FREEMAN AU

Okay so I already made a post explaining this au a while back, but it recently got a rewrite so I'm gonna go over it again, in a bit more detail this time, so bear with me

Project: Freeman is an au that takes place in a timeline where the resonance cascade never happened, and Black Mesa is instead focusing not just on teleportation technology and studying Xen, but also finding ways to utilize Xen pools and the micro-organisms inside that are proven to have healing properties. Thus, they spend a lot of their time and funding on experimentation on both Xen animals and human beings, studying how the Xen organisms will heal damaged tissue.

(full explanation below since this might get a little long)

After multiple failed tests, they get a new mysterious sponsor, one promising full funding if they do one more test to prove the technology is worthwhile, and Black Mesa begins work on a new HEV suit to utilize it, fitted specifically for the use of Gordon Freeman, unaware he's even taking part in a test of any kind.

After a while, the suit does it's job, healing any and all wounds inflicted on Freeman due to the Xen Micro-Organisms being introduced into the system whenever he is harmed. One test even results in Gordon's death, and he is still resurrected using the suit.

However after that test, the Sponsor was not satisfied, and ordered for a month-long endurance test on the suit, being used non-stop for an extended period of time with various methods of both harm and death used to see how long the suit can keep Freeman alive. After a few days, the suit began to show signs of wear, healing wounds incorrectly and at a rate that seemed more harmful that helpful, all while Gordon is still unaware of what is causing it all.

After that, the suit malfunctioned, causing itself to fuse to Freeman's body, unable to be removed or have its life support systems shut off, leaving Gordon to mutate and deteriorate without a way to get help.

Despite the fact the test was a clear failure, the Sponsor pressured Black Mesa's Administrator to continue until the full month was over, leaving Gordon a pawn to a continuous and agonizing test, unclear when it will end, all while he begins to suspect the ones "helping him" aren't there to help him at all.

[ahalliance]

how do i turn qantoine’s spontaneous marriage proposal to qetoiles into evidence of his early-days fear of qfrench drifing away and keeping secrets from one another

[cosmicredcadet]

I hate those posts like "this is about aromanticism, don't tag as ace or aroace!" as if aroaces aren't aro enough because of our asexuality, and non-SAM aces relating to aros is somehow a bad thing. Also some of the aroallo accounts are so quick to regurgitate ace discourse talking points because they think aces are erasing and oppressing aros, I hate that so much

Yeah, to an extent I can completely understand where people are coming from when asking this. I have similar issues with people tagging autism posts as ADHD because they show up in my feed because of the ADHD tag even though the post only mentions Autism. It can be frustrating to be looking for posts and get something completely different. But on the other hand...it feels like some people are taking the idea of these tags way too seriously. Tagging is a minimal issue in the grand scheme of things. Tagging does not actually derail a post as much as people act like it does. Tagging a post you reblogged does not make that post show up in the main tags. I understand that AroAllos do not want to have their personal experiences conflated as Asexuality because it can feel like erasure when you write a personal experience about you identity only to have it tagged as something that is not you identity. But also I don't think people realize how much overlap a lot of aromantic and asexual experiences have. Acting like they are so incredibly different and can't have any overlap is willful ignorance at best and malicious separatism at worse. And it's incredibly disheartening as an AroAce to see how many Aro people seem to have gotten comfortable and even feel justified in the low-key bigoted things they've said against aces and aroaces.

Some of the absolutely wild takes I've seen can range from "AroAces shouldn't post in the aromantic tag" to "Don't tag your post as aromantic if it doesn't mention aromanticism [aka doesn't mention an experience in which the viewer deems as an aromantic experience]" to literal straight up acephobia or aroacephobia and it's absolutely wild because as someone who exists in both tags I've seen this happening basically solely in aromantic tags.

It's genuinely wild to me how we even got to this point in the aspec community where people are arguing over tagging to the point of trying to exclude certain aros from the aro tag completely because they feel less seen as compared to others and act like it's the fault of those other aspecs that they are being oppressed.

I was someone who was around when the Aro and Ace communities were mostly a united force. Because when the entire world was against us we at least had each others back. half the problems people mentioned when it came to the reason to split the community so drastically were not problems I ever actually saw. Hell they still aren't problems I see. I'm not saying that it doesn't happen but I personally have not seen anyone assuming or saying that if you're aro you must also be ace, which makes me thing it's not actually as big of an issue as people seem to think it is. the aro and ace communities being united didn't mean that aromantic was a subsection of asexual, though I believe it'd be lying to ignore the split attractions model in the creation of the aromantic identity and how both the Aro and Ace identities as we know them today kind of emerged from that model.

As I said not too long ago: the separation of the aro and ace communities has done more harm than it's done help. We are making it easier for people to target us by splitting up the way we have. By making enemies out of fellow aspec people you give aphobes the space and comfort they need to start pushing us out again.

We are literally in the same boat. if that makes you upset then you can get on your own raft but you can't then demand everyone else get on their own rafts too or try to sink the ship that everyone else is on.

the tag discourse is stupid. there are more pressing issues to be upset about rather than tumblrs shit tagging system. This helps no one. If aroaces posting in the GENERAL AROMANTIC TAG upsets you THAT MUCH then you can literally go into the aroallo tag to find the content you want to see or better yet MAKE THE CONTENT YOU WANT TO SEE. If an asexual tagging a post they relate too with ace bugs you that much then fucking block them. it's not erasure when someone of a different sexuality feels represented by your post. If an aroace tagging a post as aromantic when you feel it is only about asexuality makes you that mad then you can literally block them. You cannot decide how someone should tag their posts because you personally do not know their experience. Grow the fuck up.

I'm rose repulsed. there are barely any spaces and posts about rose repulsed people in the main aspec tags. You want to know what I did? I made my own fucking space. i went to the romance and sex repulsed tags and posted there. I made posts about being repulsed. I have a fucking blog and a discord server centered around repulsed people. Yes it sucks when other people don't make content you like but that's when you have to accept you need to make it your damn self and not throw a fit over tags on tumblr dot com.

apologies for a long rant, If this ask was bait then congrats you got a rant out of me but also I think if people really want to block me over this instead of having a conversation like adults then so be it. Those who think this sort of exclusion is justified and correct are not people i want to be interacting with in the community. they are not people I want following me. I support AroAllos. I support all aromantic people. I understand where they are coming from in their pain. I do agree that they deserve more recognition because they often moralized to be morally bad for their existence and as a repulsed person NO IDENTITY should be viewed as inherently bad. I have no ill will towards AroAllos making posts about ther experience, they deserve to have their experience shared. But the way some people have been acting in the aromantic community is not acceptable and should be called out because at this rate some people are really toeing the line of the ace discourse that happened in like 2016 and as someone who went through that I REALLY don't want to see it repeat itself.

[faebriel]

hgs brainrot has returned due to tbosas .. speaking of hgs here’s an ask abt the hgs au: if things were totally different, and Wilbur were to be a 12 victor, what do you think a possible mentor-tribute dynamic would look like between him & Niki? I feel like it would be similar to Snow & Lucy in the way that he’s just going out of his way to cheat n help her

anon u have in fact struck jackpot because this is a concept i was spinning some thoughts abt before bee mentioned avoxes and we went OOOOH at that!!! so yes i have considered rainduo as a mentor-tribute dynamic and would love to talk about that concept too :]

so for this concept i think wilbur and niki would be close friends throughout childhood from 12, and then in their teens wilbur is reaped and, well, no one has particularly high hopes (he's a writer and a musician at heart, not a fighter) but through sheer trickery and dumb luck, he makes it to the end of the games. wilbur pulled some pretty fucked up tricks to win - when you can't use brute force, you have to use your brain - and partly due to the trauma of the games, partly due to his shame and survivor's guilt, he sinks into the capitol and relishes a new life there as a socialite. to him, the old wilbur died in the games and the new one has taken his place - to niki, and to his other friends in 12, whatever the games did to him made him into every vapid heartless capitol victor there is.

or. niki has her doubts. they all saw how horrible the games were, but surely there is some part of him left, some part that's hurting, even if it's buried deep?

anyway.

like og spin of the au, niki is reaped and this sucks - this time she does expect wilbur as her mentor on the train, and she expects some kind of warm welcome (maybe even an apology for leaving them so suddenly and silently? an explanation?) but she gets jack shit. wilbur is jaded and cruel and unrecognisable and niki entirely hates it. this is the part where i REALLY WISH we got some time of those two beefing with each other directly in canon (or at least interactions while niki was So Mad at him) but it's okay we fly blind. niki feels abandoned, lonely, thrown off of her kilter - she expected an ally in this place, but she doesn't recognise the person wilbur has become. she doesn't recognise his shallowness (...much), his ruthless advice for the arena, the way he doesn't seem to care for anything. she's scared and now she's lonely and it pisses her off - their mentorship is fraught. here are some thoughts from discord on that:

i tend to think of niki as a bit naïve before l'manberg or even doomsday - i think this is an au where this streak would come out real strong, and niki is stubborn that she can get through the games without losing herself. stubborn that she can stop things, that she can protect people. i don't think wilbur is cold enough (or, really, can bear to say aloud) to say that her odds in the arena are slim enough as it is, but he definitely tells her that she's making enemies and that her odds of survival dwindle with the more trouble she causes.

beyond that... hm. niki's trust in wilbur is almost unshakeable until nov 16, even when she outright says she doesn't recognise him anymore. i think she'd reluctantly listen re: don't burn down any buildings, but she would grow bolder each day she had to stay in the capitol. she gets more honest in front of the cameras. she makes more friends in training, and not the ones wilbur recommends. she throws barbs at him every time he makes one of those callous, cold-hearted comments about other tributes and rankings and odds. and besides, she's going in the arena this time, not him. she needs to practice her bravery.

it's like... she hasn't given up on him. she thinks the old wilbur is in there somewhere. (she is wrong. that is not how trauma works.) but she won't hold her tongue just because she

for extra angst points could definitely play up the whole 'feeling abandoned' angle between them as niki goes into the arena - probably due to how fraught their friendship gets leading up to the games. niki wants to focus on them and their friendship, wilbur has stringently cut off (almost) everything from 12 and refuses to let her in; he tells her to behave for the cameras, she tells him she never will. i think the last point in that screenshot would also make for a super tasty argument where niki feels wilbur has gone astray, that he's abandoned 12, and that he'll probably do nothing but sit on his ass and watch her die and he can't even bring himself to care about her anymore, can he? just more fodder for the arena. and honestly, i think wilbur would passively agree with most of that - he values niki's opinion, after all, even now, and if she says he's rapidly descending into a lost cause then she must be right. and it's niki, so she will be fine, and he goes to his bedroom that night and tries to pretend he is sleeping perfectly fine instead of feeling paralysed with fear.

okay now onto the games - YES HE SO WOULD. or at least i think he would go out of his way to help. as for cheating - he's a recent victor for 12 and i think he would value tommy (no doubt a link to him... i think they'd be in touch in this au also) too much to risk the punishment falling onto him as well. i get the vibes this is a games closer to 74th than 10th, so there are far fewer opportunities to cheat and the consequences of getting caught are higher. but schmoozing up sponsors? making stupid ass radio interviews or whatever to talk up niki's odds? sharing anecdotes from their childhood - some real, some entirely fabricated - across capitol airwaves to stoke their sympathy? 100%. with less to lose in this au, i think niki would be far less inclined to play nice for the cameras - i hope you starve, she spits at one of them, and wilbur appears on a talkshow two days later as she scrambles for survival in the arena to talk up how she always saved loaves from the bakery for the poorest mothers and children in 12. he borrows and begs and swindles to the point where it feels like cheating. but hey, this new wilbur is capitol-branded. he knows how to play the game.

if anything he probably sinks into the game a little too much. self-preservation is not his forte. probably wracks up a few heavy debts and favours to owe, but those are not priority until niki is out of the arena, alive. as long as she wins, and as long as the family he has isn't in danger, he will manage. wow it would suck if at some point those two goals became impossible to co-achieve. anyway

i kind of see niki's victory in the arena being similar to the one in the main au - if only because planning out an entire games is hard for meee >-< . she walks in bolder and braver for sure, and with a less strategic pick of allies, but they all get picked off and she spends a few weeks so terrified she can barely sleep and then she ruptures some fuel line and sets the arena alight with a fire that burns brighter and more ravenously than it should. but she wins, and she's airlifted out of a filthy, muddy creek she had resigned herself to die in, and wilbur barges his way through as many peacekeepers so that he can actually see her with her burnt skin and hair and unfocused eyes and trust that what was on the screens wasn't a fluke, and that they made it. and then it's just a matter of surviving the after.

i'm sure there are some other random quirks or tidbits i can think of re: this take on a c!rainduo hunger games au but these are my base thoughts!!

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⊱ Mr. Crawling and Mr. Silvair ⊰ || NSFW Alphabet (A-Z) Headcanons

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Character(s): Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair (Homicipher/文字化化, Separate) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns, No Sex-Specific Genitalia is Mentioned but it was Written with an AFAB Reader in Mind) Warning(s): 18+ Content, Virgin Asexual Author, Cum Eating, Facials, Minor Objectification, Cuckoldry, Mutual Masturbation, Face-fucking, Sexual Fantasies, Tickling, Praise/Degradation Kink, Breeding Kink/Creampies, BDSM, Overstimulation, Orgasm Control/Denial, Dumbification, Dacryphilia, Hair-pulling, Light Impact Play, Light Breathplay, Implied Cunnilingus/Blowjobs, Cock Warming, Mention/Discussion of Sex Toys… If I missed anything, please let me know! Genre: Headcanons, Smut (Minors Do Not Interact), Fluff Word Count: 7,200 words Request: “Hi!! I love your homicipher fics! Have you thought about writing nsfw hcs? Specifically for Mr. Crawling and Silvair? I hope your night / day is going well! :)” Author’s Note: I’m still very much working on getting better at writing spicier content, and I had no clue how to start writing these kinds of headcanons from scratch, so I went ahead and just filled out the NSFW Alphabet for both Mr. Crawling and Mr. Silvair as a jumping off point! It’s definitely interesting to think about how both of these characters would be in a sexually intimate setting, especially since – at least in my mind – they’d be quite different from each other in a variety of aspects even if they did have some overlap on a few of the points. I did my best to keep each of their headcanons at a similar word length (which was kind of hard to do with my Mr. Crawling bias, but I think I accomplished it haha). Anyway, I hope you enjoy these headcanons! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

👣: Mr. Crawling is immensely clingy after having sex, holding onto you and pretty much refusing to let go as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck or your hair. While he doesn’t want to get up from the bed or leave after the two of you have been intimate, if you’re hungry or thirsty or if you want to go take a bath, he’s happy to go fetch you something to restore your energy or help you to the bathroom to clean up. He’s quite good at aftercare, even if he doesn’t realize what he’s doing counts as it. Mr. Crawling just likes making you feel good, and he wants to keep you safe and happy! His favorite thing to do is help you bathe; he enjoys the way the warm water feels on his skin while he washes your back for you. 

💉: Mr. Silvair isn’t too affectionate after the two of you are intimate, but he’ll check up on you and ask if you need him to get you anything. If your wrists were rubbed raw from the restraints he had placed on you, he would make sure to carefully wrap gauze around your irritated skin. If you were thirsty or hungry, he would locate something safe for you to consume to get your strength back up. If you feel sticky or gross afterward, he’ll carefully wipe your body with a wet cloth to make sure you are clean and comfortable. He lets you sleep and typically goes about his own business. Sometimes, though, Mr. Silvair finds himself watching over you to make sure you’re breathing steadily, carefully combing his fingers through your hair. 

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

👣: Mr. Crawling doesn’t have a favorite part of your body since he honestly enjoys every aspect of you but, if he had to choose, he loves your hands. He knows that they can hurt people and cause a lot of pain, but he loves the way they feel when you cup his face to softly caress it or whenever you thread your fingers through his hair. For himself, Mr. Crawling loves his hair the most (I know it’s not technically a body part, but I think it makes the most sense for him); he pretty much melts whenever you play with it, and his head is quite sensitive, so he blue screens whenever you pull at his hair or rake your nails across his scalp. I also feel like Mr. Crawling would be proud of his arms since they’re fairly toned considering they’re his primary means of getting around. Because of his impressive strength, despite what his thinner frame may portray, he’s able to hold you up and move you around with relative ease (he 100% can manhandle you, but only will if you’re cool with it). 

💉: Mr. Silvair finds every aspect of your body fascinating, and he could probably explain why each part of you was interesting from a medical perspective or that everything was pleasant to look at in one way or another. If he had to pick a favorite part of your body, though, he would have to say it’s your head (I know, kind of weird, but he does appreciate your intelligence and, well… Ending 06 is my other piece of reasoning haha). Specifically, though, he likes your mouth. He enjoys being able to hold your head in place while your jaw hangs open, all while he just goes to town while you drool and choke around his cock. Don’t worry, though – he’ll find some remedy to lessen the soreness you feel in your throat afterward. For himself, he’s quite proud of his hands. Mr. Silvair is skilled at many things, and being able to make you come undone with his fingers alone makes him feel a sense of power (plus, you called them pretty once, and it made him feel good). 

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

👣: Mr. Crawling gets extremely flustered whenever he sees his cum on any part of your body, from your hair to your face to your stomach. The sight of it alone on your skin makes his brain short-circuit and body flare up – it only makes him want to touch you even more. He likes being able to clean you up, too, leaning forward before he runs his tongue along your body or face, making sure there wasn’t a single drop of his cum left on you (even if now it meant you were covered in saliva…). He doesn’t mind tasting himself, but it most certainly doesn’t compare to your flavor. 

💉: I probably need to ask you to stay with me on this one, but I think Mr. Silvair would probably keep your cum stored away in a sample tube or something along those lines, having a desire to run tests on it to see what he could create. Views your cum as a valuable resource in his research...yay? Maybe he could even use your release to invent some kind of lubricant since that’s not easily accessible in the other world and make having sex much more streamlined… or he just keeps it around to show you later and see your reaction to the fact he keeps your cum stored away in his laboratory to tease you. 

D: Dirty Secret

👣: The thought of taking you in public, in a space where no one but you could see him, makes his mind race and his body feel like it was on fire – this man can act like a feral dog sometimes. I mean, even you sometimes forgot he was there, unable to see his form unless you concentrated hard enough, so imagine if the two of you went out somewhere in public and he (with your consent, of course), just started touching you? Groping your ass, his face between your legs as he runs his hands along your inner thighs… no one can see that it’s him making your face flush and not the excuse of a fever you told the concerned stranger in the hopes they would leave you alone. When you half-heartedly glare at him to try and get him to lay off for a bit, he just laughs at your expression… how rude!

💉: Mr. Silvar wouldn’t be opposed to having a threesome with another resident of the other world. After all, he would be curious to see how differently you acted when another person was there with the two of you, or if your body reacted in an unlikely way if another were to touch you. While I will not write NSFW for Mr. Chopped (the power dynamic there isn’t my favorite thing in the world), he would be the one Mr. Silvair would feel most at ease sharing you with; Mr. Crawling or Mr. Hood would be his second and third choices respectively since he knows how deeply you trust them. He might not even partake in sex either, just sitting off to the side while he lets another use you like a toy. As long as you know your his, though, he doesn’t mind watching you enjoy yourself with another (he has to be there, though). 

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

👣: Mr. Crawling has absolutely zero experience with this kind of stuff, so he would need someone willing to walk him through the whole process, show him what you like, and teach him what and what not to do. What he lacks in experience, though, he makes up for in pure enthusiasm. It’s quite flattering how determined he is when it comes to making you feel good, even if it’s a bit sloppy and unpracticed. His thrusts are extremely unpredictable, never quite finding their rhythm… It’s alright, though; he’ll definitely get better with more time and the more he gets to understand what your body likes. You just have to give him the time to improve, and he’ll be certain to leave you breathless. 

💉: Mr. Silvair also has no experience when it comes to sex, or at least not any while he’s resided in the other world. He is a life-long learner through and through, though, and there’s nothing in the universe he’s not willing to learn about, especially if it has to do with humans and their anatomy. His thrusts are frighteningly accurate, being able to hit your most sensitive inner spots with ease to have you begging him to give you a moment to breathe. He’s an almost terrifyingly fast learner, too, being able to apply whatever new information he’s observed and gathered within moments. He can do it perfectly, too, and he does it in a way that has you questioning whether he was telling the truth when he said this was his first time doing anything like this. 

F: Favorite Position

👣: When it comes to favorite positions, Mr. Crawling loves being able to hold you close to him while also being able to see your face (he has to kiss you during sex – sorry, I don’t make the rules). He enjoys the rocking horse position since it allows him to be able to hold you close while still being able to maintain eye contact with you and easily have access to cover your face in kisses. While he prefers being the one making you feel good, Mr. Crawling would also enjoy the cowgirl position. He’s happy to let you use him to your heart's content while being able to look up and soak in the pleased look that’s plastered across your features while you slam your hips up and down on his cock. 

💉: Mr. Silvair personally enjoys the butterfly position, having you lay on your back atop his operation table all while he can watch and take mental notes on every single facial expression you make and every single twitch of your muscles while he drives you absolutely insane. He would also enjoy missionary, but he would spice it up a little bit by having your hands or wrists tied to something. After all, he doesn’t want you to touch him unless he says you can – just lay there quietly while he completely wrecks you with that annoyingly calm expression on his face. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy when you touch him, though. Mr. Silvair simply prefers being the one in charge and determining when and where you’re able to feel his skin beneath your hands. 

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)  

👣: Acts goofy most of the time during sex, even if he doesn’t mean to. He likes being able to make you happy, and he finds your laughter to be music to his ears. Sometimes you two will be having sex, and he’ll suddenly start giggling completely unprovoked, just finding the experience with you so joyful. Being with you in any capacity makes his chest feel light and fluttery as a sense of giddiness flows through his veins. He’ll wrap his arms around you and nuzzle into your neck, causing your body to spasm and tighten around him while his long hair drapes over you and tickles your skin. Overall, Mr. Crawling enjoys being more playful when the two of you are intimate since it adds to the overall experience for him. 

💉: Prefers to be serious while having sex. He treats the whole process of intercourse like one would treat a research project which, honestly, can make you feel a bit annoyed in some instances (Mr. Silvair still doesn’t quite understand why, though). He’s methodical in everything he does, and being light-hearted or purposefully humorous isn’t high on his list of things to do. He has no problem if you want to be silly, however. He finds it cute when you try to see if you can make him chuckle. It endears you to him more, and it makes him want to keep you around for even longer. The only goofy thing he does is gently run his fingers up and down your sides while thrusting into you, finding the way your body wriggles and writhes away from his touch to be adorable. 

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

👣: I think Mr. Crawling would have fairly long hair beneath the metaphorical belt. His pubic hair would be thick, curly, and a very dark shade of black. He doesn’t really keep himself groomed (kind of hard to do in his world, plus it was never a priority for him), but if you would prefer him to keep it trimmed, he’d be happy to! He doesn’t care one way or another. 

💉: Mr. Silvair comes off to me as someone who would enjoy keeping themselves groomed and their appearance well-maintained, and I mean every inch of his body. I think he would have either no pubic hair or pubic hair that was trimmed to be the perfect length. If he did have any hair below the belt, it would be a gray color, one that was a shade darker than his regular hair and wavy in texture. 

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

👣: One of the more human-like members of the cast when it comes to his affections; he’s as romantic as a non-human being can be. Mr. Crawling loves holding you close as he ruts into you like a wild dog, whispering praises against your skin. He even tries his best to learn phrases in your language so he can tell you how much you mean to him without you having to try and decipher it. He’s always so, so soft with you when you two are having sex. He’s honored that you’d let him have you in such a way, and finds your trust in him heartwarming – he trusts you, too, with his entire heart and soul. 

💉: Mr. Silvair canonically doesn’t comprehend the concept of “liking” or loving someone, so that also translates into sex with him. All he knows is that he finds you entertaining to be around and that he’s somewhat endeared to you at this point. He’s not romantic but, in between teasing you and making you cry (whether it be in frustration or overstimulation), he’s checking in on you to make sure that you’re still comfortable. He knows sex can be invasive, and he’s aware of how much regard the act is held in by some people in your world, so he does his best to respect that... Even if he does need to check himself every now and again. 

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

👣 and 💉: Neither of them masturbates much because they simply don’t have a desire or time to do so. Mr. Crawling would rather wait for you to be there so you two can enjoy yourselves together, and Mr. Silvair simply has more important matters to attend to. That’s not to say they never masturbate, though, it’s just typically a rare occurrence. 

👣: Mr. Crawling typically masturbates by rutting up against something, like a pillow, rather than taking himself in his hand. His thoughts before meeting you were just focusing on the physical sensation of his cock sliding against the fabric of his clothing, but now he finds himself thinking of you – the way your voice sounds when you coo sweet words in his ear, the warmth of your body. Imagining your hands gently touching his chest and hips makes him cum right then and there, almost embarrassingly quickly… Yeah, he’s down bad. 

💉: Mr. Silvair treats masturbating as a chore. He’d much rather be doing something else than leaning against the wall of his operation room while his hand goes absolutely ham on his dick. He knows which areas on his body get the most reaction, so he purposefully presses all of his buttons just so he can be done with it quicker. This doesn’t change after meeting and getting to be intimate with you, though, he still sees it as a chore… Just now he imagines cumming on your face or inside you whenever he finally reaches his climax. 

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

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Mutual Masturbation: He likes spending time with you and doing things together, so why not spend some time watching each other explore yourselves? He likes observing you as you touch yourself, making mental notes of every spot on your body that have you biting your lip and furrowing your brows. While I wouldn’t say he’s into voyeurism since he does like being with you while you touch yourself instead of tucked away in the shadows just watching, he focuses more on the way your hands touch and caress your skin instead of focusing on the way he moves his hands across his body. Doesn’t last very long doing this, though, eventually pouncing on you and touching you himself.

Overstimulation (Giving): Mr. Crawling loves overstimulating you, even if he doesn’t realize he’s doing it half of the time. He just enjoys seeing you become a blabbering mess all because of him; he takes great pride in being able to make you feel good. However, the first time you started crying because he was simply giving you too much, he felt so guilty – the poor man was on the verge of tears thinking he made you feel bad. 

Praise Kink: While praising you is a bit more difficult considering the language barrier and the limited amount of words and phrases he has to choose from, he still loves doing it. Muttering against your skin how you’re doing such a good job, how he loves you so much, how you make him so happy. Mr. Crawling definitely makes sure to reassure you both inside and outside of the bedroom. 

Hair Pulling (Receiving): He loves, loves, loves it whenever you take his hair in your hand and give it a firm tug. Mr. Crawling enjoys it whenever he’s going down on you and you take his hair into your hands and push him even closer, making him become fully immersed in your scent and taste. 

Sensation Play: While Mr. Crawling may not enjoy more painful experiences, he does like general sensation play quite a bit. He likes the feeling of your breath fanning against his skin while you pepper his flesh with gentle kisses and nips. He enjoys tickling you while his hips sensually thrust in and out, feeling the way you squeeze around him as breathless and airy giggles escape past your lips. He loves whispering into your ear while running his tongue along it before taking your lobe between his teeth and lightly tugging.  

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Breeding Kink/Creampie: Mr. Silvair, after learning more about human reproduction, has a deep-seated curiosity regarding whether or not the two of you would be able to have offspring. That’s kind of what starts this particular kink for him – he wants to know if you both are sexually compatible in that aspect, and he is curious what the resulting child would look and act like if they were born in the other world. If you’re unable to give birth or get pregnant, even if his initial interest in breeding is certainly from a more scientific aspect, he still finds the image of you full of his seed while it drips down the curve of your ass to be quite arousing. 

Bondage/Shibari (Giving): He enjoys tying you up and pinning you down, being able to have full control over you in the bedroom. He’s perfectly content if you agree to light bondage, like having your hands restrained, and would never ask you to do anything more than that. However, if you trust him enough and feel comfortable doing some more intense bondage, he’s not going to complain. Would definitely be interested in the art of shibari, finding the way the rope looks pressing into your skin tantalizing. 

Orgasm Control/Denial (Giving): Another kink that feeds into his desire for control. Mr. Silvair enjoys being the one in charge of your release, and he likes seeing how far he can push you until you finally break and plead for him to let you cum. He loves seeing how stupid and desperate he can make you, sometimes with just his fingers alone. 

Overstimulation (Giving): Much like orgasm control/denial, he likes pushing you to your breaking point. However, unlike the previous bullet, he likes seeing how much stimulation you can take until you’re crying for him to stop. He thinks it’s fascinating, seeing how quickly your desire for his touch can change – one moment you’re begging for him to touch you, and the next you’re weakly pushing his hand away. He does eventually relent, of course, but only after letting you cry for a bit. 

Dacryphilia: There’s something about seeing your tear-streaked face that makes it feel like he’s just been hit with an arrow in his chest. It’s endearing and oh-so cute the way you look while you sob all because he’s making you feel that good. It makes him feel proud, in a way, seeing you in such a pathetic state all because of him. 

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

👣: He enjoys having sex with you on a bed (boring, I know), but he likes the softness of the mattress and the many pillows and blankets that can be used to bring even more comfort by keeping the heat from your bodies trapped. He also likes taking you in small, enclosed spaces, like an empty locker or cabinet (sorry folks with claustrophobia). Much like the reasoning with the bed, he likes how the smaller space forces you both to be immensely close to each other. Plus, these spaces bring him comfort, so why not mix the two things that make him feel safe together? 

💉: Either in his laboratory/operation room or in one of the many different cages or prison cells that he has access to (bonus points if you allow him to chain you up hehe). Mr. Silvair doesn’t need a soft mattress or pillows to enjoy sex with you. He’s fine taking you on his operation table or the cold concrete floor of the small prison cell, even if your back moving up and down across the ground rubs your skin raw. He’ll patch you up after, no worries, but he doesn’t need a lot of bells and whistles to have an enjoyable time. 

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

👣: Sweet words and gentle touches. The other world is one full of violence and death, one where survival trumps all else. While there are entities like him who only resort to violence when either their safety or the safety of someone they’re fond of is in danger, it’s still not a happy or bright place to exist. Mr. Crawling does what he can to enjoy life, laughing in situations that probably aren’t even that funny just to try and make existing more enjoyable. Then you come along and make him feel cared for – loved – and safe, and he’s never been happier. Being able to lay with you, to feel you clench around his cock with your warmth while you pepper kisses across his face and let him know how good he is… Yeah, this is the life. 

💉: Power and control. He enjoys being able to restrict your movement, being able to dictate when and where you’re allowed to cum and, if you disobey him, he’ll punish you with a sadistic smile on his face. However, he would be lying if he said that was all. Mr. Silvair thinks the fact you trust him with your safety – your life, your heart, your existence – gets him going, whether he realizes it or not. Trusting another in the other world showcases how much two people believe in the fact the other would not do anything to purposefully harm them, and you feel that way toward him (and he feels the same toward you). Whenever you call out his “name,” the one you had given him, he finds his hips unconsciously moving even faster at the sound...

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

👣: Anything involving pain would be a hard no for Mr. Crawling, both giving and receiving. Even though his senses are dull and what would be extremely painful for a human wouldn’t be for him, he still doesn’t particularly enjoy being harmed. When it comes to hurting you in any way, that’s pretty much something he will never concede on. He doesn’t want to do a single thing to hurt you, even if it’s an enjoyable kind of pain. 

💉: Pretty much nothing is off the table for him – Mr. Silvair enjoys experimenting, and that’s no different for him in the bedroom. The only extremely hard no would be coprophilia since he just doesn’t see the appeal nor does he want to test to see if he would like it or not. I also feel like he wouldn’t necessarily want a bratty partner or a partner who is constantly trying to take control back in the bedroom. 

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

👣: Loves giving oral 101%, and he will give it to you anywhere – in public, in private, while you’re sleeping (with your consent, of course). Mr. Crawling adores having his mouth on you, being able to taste every single part of you while his tongue forces its way inside you, feeling your release dripping past his lips or dribbling down his chin… You taste good, too, better than anything he’s ever had before; he might get addicted to it, to be honest. He eats you out/blows you like a man starving, wanting a chance to have a taste and make you cry out his name while you pull harshly on his black locks and encourage him to keep going. He’s very enthusiastic about it, too, putting in so much effort and energy to get you cumming on his face or in his mouth. 

💉: Prefers giving oral over receiving it, but it’s not his favorite thing to do either way. It’s nothing personal, he just prefers using his hands, his cock, or a toy to get you off rather than his mouth. If he does allow you to give him a blowjob, he’ll place a collar around your neck and pull on the chain if you get cheeky – after all, he’s the one in charge here. Mr. Silvair enjoys making you kneel in front of him, watching you with a small smile as you take him into your hands and pump once or twice before taking him into your mouth. If the rare occurrence happens when he gives you head, you better thank the universe. He looks so hot, holding your thighs apart while he slowly runs his tongue along your length/slit and teases you until you’re asking him to touch you more. 

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)  

👣: Enjoys the slower and sensual side of things, but he typically can’t control himself as soon as he’s inside of you, so he ends up being somewhat fast and rough (not all the time, though... his thrusts remain immensely unpredictable no matter what, and he never seems to find a good rhythm to follow). Mr. Crawling enjoys the intimacy of sex, and he finds comfort in the closeness of your bodies while you two are connected at the hips. He loves being able to hold your hands and place kisses across your cheeks. Sometimes, he’s so caught up in the act of showering you with words of praise and sweet displays of affection that he forgets the fact he’s currently inside you and is supposed to be moving. He does see the appeal of rougher sex, though – it makes him feel almost animalistic whenever you two decide to set the pace for the night. 

💉: Mr. Silvair can quickly switch between the two, sometimes almost at a break-neck speed, to the point it feels like you got whiplash from the sudden change of deep and slow thrusts to fast and somehow even deeper ones (he’s very precise when it comes to hitting those sweet spots inside of you – it’s actually kind of terrifying how quickly he can locate them). He pretty much does whatever he thinks will get the most reaction out of your body and acts accordingly – nothing more, nothing less. He tends to prefer rougher and faster sex, enjoying the noises the quick snap of his hips can draw out of your mouth. However, sometimes, he finds himself preferring a slower and softer pace. This way, he’s able to focus on and truly soak in the expression on your face and appreciate the way your body feels under his palms (this sometimes just leads to you cock warming him). 

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  

👣: Mr. Crawling is down for anything at any time. Pretty much, if you ask him to have sex, he’ll happily do it for you. Need him to eat you out or give you a blowjob, he’ll gladly oblige! After all, he is always pretty much kneeling, so he’s not being made to go out of his way to do it (even if he would go out of his way to please you). Want something more than just his tongue? That’s perfectly fine, too! There’s a private room over there he’ll gladly take you in, or maybe you’d want to try doing it in the empty locker? He’ll try not to take too long, but it’s hard since he loves being able to enjoy you to the fullest. So, Mr. Crawling can do quickies for sure, but he likes being able to take his time with you.  

💉: While he’s not opposed to quickies, he prefers being able to have proper sex with you to get the most out of it. After all, he can’t exactly see how long it takes for you to break or how much time it takes for you to start crying and babbling if you only have a few minutes to enjoy one another. However, he does make it a little challenge for himself to see how quickly he can get you to climax. Mr. Silvair will even make educated guesses on how fast you’ll finish just by making note of your current expression, body language, etc. He likes seeing how flustered you get if you think someone is going to enter the room the two of you are in, begging him to go faster which only makes him want to slow down – how mean! 

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

👣: Mr. Crawling is down to experiment but, as stated before, he doesn’t want to try anything that causes him or you harm, even if pain is something you enjoy. He just has no desire to hurt you in any way, something which is quite different from other members of the cast who are definitely more sadistic (cough, Mr. Silvair and Mr. Machete, cough). I feel like he would be down to partake in certain aspects of BDSM, specifically B/D (bondage and discipline) and D/S (dominance and submission). He just wants to have a good time and be close to you, both physically and emotionally. 

💉: 100% down to experiment with anything (except the previously mentioned coprophilia). If you wanted to try some breathplay or impact play or even blood play, he’d be down for it. I honestly think he would enjoy breathplay since it adds more to the differential in power that he enjoys so much (there’s also a stirring in his chest when he sees how much you trust him with your life, but shhh…). Mr. Silvair is a man hungry for information and new experiences, so yes, he’s willing to try a variety of different things even if they could potentially be dangerous – he’ll always make sure you return to your original form. 

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

👣 and 💉: Both of them are inhuman, which means that neither of them need any food, water, or rest to survive. Honestly, the two of them have unlimited amounts of stamina, and they can go for as long as you need them to (which could be two rounds or even eight – nothing is holding them back in the stamina department). 

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

👣 and 💉: Neither of them owns any toys because, well… you can’t access them easily in the other world. If they do end up there, though, they’re probably dirty or damaged beyond repair (please do not use nasty sex toys, people – infections and diseases are no joke). 

👣: Mr. Crawling would be down to use toys on you! After all, why not? It’ll just make the experience more fun, right? You’ll probably have to explain what he’s supposed to do with them, though, since he’s not quite sure what some of them are for. If you want to use toys on him, he’s completely fine with that! Want to wear a strap and give him backshots? Go right ahead! Want to tape vibrators to him until he’s whining and writhing? He’d be happy to oblige! Overall, he’s pretty chill about it and is somewhat enthusiastic about adding toys into your sex life. 

💉: Mr. Silvair enjoys using sex toys on you, some of his favorites being cock rings/chastity belts, strangely-shaped dildos, and vibrators. He loves being able to secure the variety of different vibrators he owns to your body, making sure to cover every erogenous zone he’s noted. He doesn’t typically want toys used on him (but he’d probably try out a variety of different sex toys on himself after a while, though, curious about how each of them felt or what they did), however, and the only one he’d be willing to use consistently would be fleshlights. He’d make you watch him use it, never once allowing you to use them on him. 

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

👣: Mr. Crawling is very fair, and he always makes sure to give you exactly what you want in the bedroom. However, that’s not to say he never teases you, he just doesn’t do it very frequently. Sometimes when he’s going down on you, he’ll pause his minstrations to nip at or kiss the fat of your thighs, keeping your hips held down so you can’t buck up against his mouth. When you start getting antsy, he just giggles at your expression before returning his attention to that oh-so-needy part of you. 

💉: If the word unfair was personified, it would be Mr. Silvair. I’d argue teasing you and making you cry – either because you can’t cum or have cum ten times in a row – are the aspects of sex that he enjoys the most. Edging you is one of his favorite things, though, watching you whine and try to move your hips on your own when he stops moving… bad move, though, because now he’s just going to make you wait even longer for release. 

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

👣: He’s not loud, per se, but he does make quite a variety of different noises whenever the two of you are intimate. He whimpers and whines frequently while you’re having sex – they’re barely audible, high-pitched, and come out sounding as though he’s completely out of breath. Sometimes you wonder if he’s in pain with the noises he makes, but he’s not. He just really enjoys being able to feel you like this as he pants like a dog in heat. 

💉: Completely quiet most of the time. Really, the only noises you’ll probably get out of him are barely audible sighs or the sound of his breathing hitching when he feels you stretch/tighten around him. It’s not that Mr. Silvair doesn’t enjoy having sex with you, he just doesn’t express that feeling verbally. You can tell in the way his hand squeezes the fat of your thigh or the way his hips stutter when he moves in and out that he’s having a good time. 

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

👣: Mr. Crawling loves taking showers or baths with you, though he leans more towards baths since it’s less painful on his joints (I headcanon that Mr. Crawling can stand, but walking for extended periods of time is painful for him – ambulatory wheelchair user Mr. Crawling when?). While yes, he can technically sit in the shower, having water spray his face isn’t exactly pleasant… He doesn’t view bathing with you as sexual, he just finds it relaxing as he helps you wash your back or you help him make sure all the soap is out of his hair. His favorite scent would have to be lavender – it’s very calming for him. 

💉: He keeps a journal tucked away full of terms and gestures from your world. Mr. Silvair has a deep desire to understand humans and everything they have to offer, even if he believes it's from a stance of craving knowledge (really, he wants to be able to express his endearment of you in a manner you can understand). He has a page on kissing and different kinds of kisses, a page on gestures of endearment, another on hugging and cuddling… The fact that humans’ bodies release a hormone whenever they simply spend time to bond with another socially, a hormone that turns the dial on their brain for whatever emotion they’re currently experiencing, is fascinating to him. 

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

👣: Mr. Crawling is tall – and I mean extremely tall whenever he stands up (my man has got to at least be seven feet), so I can assume that he’s probably relatively proportionate under the belt. I feel like he would be big, almost concerningly so, clocking in at around 8 inches in length. Even though his size is impressive, his dick doesn’t have much girth to it and is on the thinner side, but it is thicker towards the base compared to the head (not that you can take all of him – you can certainly give it a try, though). It’s on the veinier side, too, with a very distinct and present one on the underside of his cock. 

💉: Much like pretty much the entire cast, Mr. Silvair is also on the taller half of the height spectrum. However, I feel as though he would have a more modest, yet of course still impressive dick size. I imagine him to be 6 ½ inches in length and relatively thick from the base to the head with very little change in girth. Whenever you see his cock, you’re kind of awestruck for a moment because how can a man have such a nice-looking dick?? It doesn’t make sense! There’s barely any hair, there’s no visible veins or bumps, and it’s long and thick enough to drive you wild… Plus, it’s just really nice to look at, honestly. 

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

👣 and 💉: Okay, so I know others probably will not agree with me here… but I honestly don’t think anyone in the cast has much of a sex drive, let alone a high one. I mean, they’re not human, so their cultural/social norms are different than ours, and I wouldn’t hold them to “typical” human desires on a biological/psychological level either. As I said before, I doubt any of them have been laid because sex just isn’t something the residents in the other world partake in – they’re too busy killing/fighting others, eating humans who find themselves lost in the other world, etc. Is this my asexual and world-building brain working? Probably haha. 

👣: Mr. Crawling really only wants sex whenever you want it, but he’s always enthusiastic and does get aroused whenever you ask if he wants to be intimate. While he does love feeling the warmth around his dick whenever you’re clamping down on him, almost like you were hugging him and not wanting to let him go, he enjoys the emotional connection during the moment more than anything else. I headcanon him (and all of the cast, to some degree) as existing somewhere on the aroace-spectrum. For Mr. Crawling, I see him as being reciproromantic/sexual with an average libido – he gets riled up whenever you’re riled up, though there are times he does get horny without you needing to do or say anything.  

💉: Much like Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair will have sex if you ask him to – he’ll make you beg for it, though, so he’s not as nice as the former. He prefers the control/power he gets from having sex rather than the sole act of intercourse (not to say he doesn’t enjoy the feeling, though). Plus, he finds the activity interesting since he knows it’s something most humans partake in with one another for a variety of reasons, from procreation to recreation. If you ask him to have sex and he isn’t in the mood, he’ll just use his hands or some toys and play around with you until you’re satisfied. I headcanon Mr. Silvair as being quoiromantic and eegosexual with a low libido. 

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

👣: Mr. Crawling doesn’t need to sleep (you know… being non-human and all), but he’ll curl up next to you on the bed and hold your body close to his while pretending to sleep alongside you. It’s kind of adorable, the way his head is nuzzled under your neck while his legs and arms are wrapped around your body, holding you close to him like you were a bodypillow or large stuffed animal. While you sleep, though, he’ll eventually place his head against your chest, listening intently to the sound of your heartbeat and the feeling of your chest rising and falling with each breath. Moments like this, laying there with you in silence, make his mind wander to scenarios with you he’ll never be able to fully experience. 

💉: Does not rest often, finding it a waste of time that could be spent doing something else. He understands you need your sleep, though, so he lets you do it in peace after you both have had sex. Mr. Silvair always manages to somehow make sure you have enough pillows to keep you comfortable or blankets to keep you from getting cold (you can’t help but wonder where he finds clean linens in such a grimy place…). Occasionally, however, he finds himself sitting next to you on the bed, fingers absentmindedly combing through your hair before he pulls his hand back as though you had burnt him – he doesn’t understand it, and he’s desperate to figure out an answer. 

[greengoblinswifey]

My Winner- Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

warnings- unprotected sex, angry sex, creampie, daddy kink, slight argument/angst, fingering, face fucking, choking, ass slapping, degrading kink, praise kink, slight spoiler for s4 ep 1(takes place during s4 ep 1)

A/N: I haven’t written smut on here in so long but after watching the first episode of s4, i had to😛He looked so hot. Requests are open!

Cheering quickly transitioned into worry as JJ easily overtook Rafe in the dirt bike race. You didn’t want to doubt your boyfriend but for a moment it seemed as though he wasn’t going to win— and then he didn’t.

“Shit!” you screamed, as Rafe’s poor attempt of bumping the Pogue’s bike caused them both to come crashing down. It took everything out of you not to run over to him before the race was over.

“Oh my god, are you okay,” you asked, helping your boyfriend from the sand as the crowd ran over to Topper.

As much as you wanted to scold him for endangering himself and someone else, you held your composure.

Rafe was seething, but anything was better than JJ or John B winning the Enduro.

Before driving him home, Rafe and his sister Sarah had a squabble with him accusing her of killing their father. It wasn’t your place to interrupt but you looked at Sarah with apologetic eyes, dragging your boyfriend away before he said anything more hurtful.

“I don’t fucking care,” he mumbled, still seething from losing the race and the incident with Sarah.

“Oh I know you don’t, but how can you say that to your own sister? You know she’s grieving too right? How can you accuse her of killing your father?” He didn’t answer, the grip he had on your thigh getting more painful as you approached Tannyhill.

The door was barely closed before your boyfriend pushed you up against it, his hand around your neck.

“I’ve had a shitty day seeing those fucking Pogues and losing that race, and I don’t need your lecturing making it any worse. I’m gonna take you right here, right now.”

Unable to get a word in, he smashed his lips against yours, his hands going to your ass and squeezing. While you wanted to discuss what happened further, there was no way he’d allow that before he let his anger out. Not that you were complaining.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he uttered, his hand swirling your clit with the other hand still around your neck, “you love seeing me all worked up.”

“Maybe a little bit.”

He found the sweet spot on your neck as his skilled fingers swirled your clit, rubbing rough circles and sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body. A gasp escaped your lips as he slipped two fingers inside your pussy, giving you no time to adjust.

“Please,” you moaned, not even sure what you were begging for but his fingers felt too good inside you. The look on his face was almost enough to make you cum. The buzz cut, the dazed, lustful look in his eye as he released your neck from his kisses and stared at you.

“I can feel you just clenching around my fingers, so fucking close, cum for me slut,” he demanded. His thrusts sped up and his thumb rubbed circles on your clit, causing you to release all over his hand.

“That’s a good fucking slut, now, my turn.” He forced you to your knees, stripped himself and you of your clothes leaving you both bare. His cock was painfully hard in front of you, thick with the head glistening.

He tapped your mouth, you already knew what was about to happen. Rafe groaned as he shoved his cock down your throat, bucking his hips and shuddering, savoring how good your mouth felt around him.

“Gonna fuck your throat okay? If you want me to stop, don’t hesitate to tap my thigh.” You looked up at him and nodded, naked on your knees with his cock filling your mouth.

He held your hair in his hands, snapping his hips forward and fucking your throat. Your nails dug into his thighs, trying not to gag and focusing on the feeling of him so deep in your throat.

“God, look at you, on your knees just taking whatever I give you,” he moaned at the sight below him.

Humming around his cock, you used more tongue, swirling it around the head as he pulled out all the way and slammed into the back of your throat.

“I love it when you moan around my cock like a little whore,” he chuckled in between moans.

You could feel how close he was getting as his brutal thrusts sped up and his cock throbbed in your mouth. “Get ready, open up that fucking throat, get ready to swallow every drop of my cum, bitch,” he moaned.

You did as you were told and continue suckling on his dick, his pace faltering as his cum shot down your throat.

“Fucking hell, good girl, that’s my baby,” he breathed, slowly thrusting to make sure you swallowed every drop.

He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around him, your lips meeting in a sloppy kiss as he tasted the remnants of himself on your tongue.

You opened your eyes as Rafe threw you unto his bed, his cock still hard and ready for your dripping pussy. His eyes were locked on yours as he slowly inched inside you and for a moment you thought you were about to have sweet, loving sex.

“Daddy,” you gasped, feeling him snap harshly against you, his cock practically kissing your cervix. Sweet, loving sex was clearly not in the works.

“Fucking take it,” he whispered, sending shivers throughout your body. His pace was brutal and the headboard knocked against the wall continuously as he fucked you hard.

“Mm, daddy, feels so good,” you cried, his cock going in and out of you roughly, making you see stars and you hadn’t even cum yet. Rafe wrapped his hand around your neck, and used the other to pinch your nipples, making you feel even more ripples of pleasure.

“Fucking cum all over daddy’s cock, now,” he demanded. His lips captured yours as you shuddered under him, your climax overtaking your body, but he didn’t stop. He continued fucking you hard through your climax, your tits bouncing, your body and the bed moving upwards, roughly.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, so fucking hot when you cum for me. Now get on all fours.”

The loss of his cock inside you made you whine, but you did as you were told, going on your hands and knees, arching your back just the way he liked it. “What an obedient slut, good girl,” he cooed.

Rafe pressed your face into the bed as his rough thrusts began, this angle making him feel even deeper inside your pussy.

“Fuck,” he moaned, the sound going straight to your pussy. You absolutely loved when he was vocal.

“Mhm, yeah,” you moaned, as he slapped your ass and dug his nails into your hips, slamming you hard against his cock. He pulled you back by your neck, your back arching off his body, his pace never faltering. “Rub your clit for me baby.” You obeyed, rubbing your clit as he fucked you from behind, moaning in your ear.

“Daddy, gonna cum,” you managed to croak out. This made him speed up his thrusts and he rolled his hips, continuously hitting the sweet spot inside you as you lost yourself on his thick cock.

“Good girl, that’s it, feels good doesn’t it? I know it does baby, I know,” he cooed, “but daddy isn’t done with you yet.”

Your body fell limp on the bed and he lifted your hips, pressing you into the bed as he chased his own orgasm. You screamed, the pleasure almost too much having cum three times already.

“You can take it baby, be a good girl and take what I give you.”

You nodded frantically, rubbing circles on your needy clit as his thrusts got harder and sloppier, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout the room. With a loud moan, you squirted on his cock, surprising you both and making Rafe spurt his cum inside you almost immediately. He continued fucking you through both your highs as your legs shook and you began seeing stars.

He collapsed on the bed beside you and you snuggled into him, your body aching from the treatment he gave you a minute prior. You lay in silence, only the sounds of your heavy breathing filling the room.

“You’re my winner, Rafe.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead. You always knew what to say to make him feel better.

“I may not have won but as long as I did in your eyes.”

[luv-lock]

... # ☆ SUNSHINE .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ⠀

☆⁠ 𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 : Robin Jason Todd x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 (𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯).

☆⁠ NOTES : 𝘛𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!

Jason first noticed you during an English Lit discussion when you were debating the themes in Wuthering Heights. Most of the class was half-asleep, but you were animated, speaking with such passion that Jason couldn’t tear his eyes away. He didn’t even care about Heathcliff or Catherine, but if you were this invested, then he’d read the whole damn book twice just to have something to talk to you about. At first, he kept his distance, watching you from afar. You were too kind, too radiant, too good for someone like him. But Jason wasn’t known for his self-restraint. The more he watched you, the more he realized he couldn’t stay away.

Jason started sitting closer to you in class. He’d lean back in his chair, tapping his pen against his desk, waiting for the perfect moment to chime in when you spoke. He wanted your attention, even if it was just a quick glance his way. When you’d drop your pen, Jason would be the first to pick it up, handing it back with a lopsided grin. “Gotta be more careful, sunshine.” The nickname stuck, much to his delight. He quickly learned your schedule. Not in a creepy way (he tells himself), but because he just happened to notice you always stopped by your locker before lunch. He’d time it so he was walking by at the same moment, giving him an excuse to strike up a conversation. Jason’s protective instincts kicked in almost immediately. If anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, Jason was there, glaring at them until they backed off. He didn’t care if it was some senior jock twice his size—no one messed with you.

One day, you stayed late at school to finish a group project, and Jason nearly lost his mind when he saw you walking home alone after dark. He followed you in the shadows, making sure you got home safely. The next morning, he casually handed you a pocket-sized pepper spray. “For emergencies,” he said, trying to play it cool. He started leaving little things in your locker. A book you mentioned wanting to read, your favorite candy, or a handwritten note that simply said, "Don’t forget to smile today, sunshine."

Jason had a habit of “accidentally” showing up at places he knew you’d be. Whether it was the library, the coffee shop down the street, or even the park where you liked to read, Jason was always “just passing by.” He’d flash you a sheepish grin and sit down, secretly thrilled at the chance to spend more time with you. He hated seeing you talk to other guys, especially when they made you laugh. Jason knew he didn’t have the polished charm of some of the rich kids at Gotham High, but he cared about you in a way no one else could. He’d clench his fists and bite his tongue, reminding himself that you deserved someone better—someone who wouldn’t scare you away with how much they needed you. But then you’d turn to him, smiling so sweetly, and Jason would forget everything else. He’d do anything to keep that smile on your face.

One evening, you stayed late at school again, and this time, someone actually tried to mess with you. Jason, of course, had been waiting nearby, as he always did when you stayed late. He didn’t hesitate to step in, taking down the guy with practiced ease. “Jason?!” you gasped when you saw him. He froze, realizing you’d caught him. “You—you were following me?” you asked, a mix of confusion and something softer in your voice. Jason rubbed the back of his neck, his usual confidence slipping away. “I just... wanted to make sure you were safe,” he muttered. “You don’t know how dangerous this city is. I couldn’t—I can’t let anything happen to you.” Instead of being scared, you surprised him by throwing your arms around him. “Thank you, Jason,” you whispered, and he swore his heart stopped.

From that day on, Jason was even more protective of you. He’d walk you home without an excuse, carry your books without asking, and sit with you at lunch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Jason wasn’t the type to ask for permission, not when it came to you. He’d always been bold in everything he did—whether it was picking a fight with someone twice his size or throwing himself into danger without a second thought. But when it came to you, he hesitated. How could he ask you out without coming off as desperate? Without you realizing just how much space you occupied in his mind, how your laugh replayed in his head on a loop every night, and how he couldn’t sleep unless he knew you were safe?

It started like any other day. Jason was walking you to class, his bag slung carelessly over his shoulder as he matched your pace. His usual smirk was in place, but inside, his mind was racing. He’d practiced the words over and over in his head. Just ask her. It’s not a big deal. She likes you, right? She has to. You didn’t seem to notice his inner turmoil, chatting about your favorite movie and how you’d been wanting to watch it again. Jason latched onto that.

“Hey, uh... you doing anything this weekend?” he asked, trying to sound casual. He shoved his hands into his pockets, his usual cockiness slipping into nervousness. You tilted your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “Not really. Why?” “Well, I was thinking... maybe we could catch that movie you like? Or, you know, grab some food after. Just us.” Your eyebrows shot up. “Jason Todd, are you asking me out?” His ears turned red. “Maybe. Depends on your answer.” You laughed—a sweet, melodious sound that made his chest tighten. “You’re cute when you’re nervous, you know that?” Jason huffed, trying to regain his composure. “So, is that a yes, or...?” “Of course, it’s a yes,” you said, nudging his shoulder playfully. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask, you know.”

Jason was a bundle of nerves the entire day leading up to your date. He didn’t want to mess this up—not with you. He even went so far as to ask Alfred (secretly, of course) for advice, which earned him a lecture about being respectful and treating you like a lady. When he picked you up that evening, Jason was... different. He’d ditched his usual leather jacket for a nicer shirt, and his hands were tucked nervously into his pockets. But the moment he saw you step out of your house, his nerves vanished. “Wow,” he breathed. “You look... amazing.” You smiled, blushing slightly. “You clean up pretty well yourself, Todd.” He couldn’t stop grinning as he walked you to his bike. “Hold on tight, sunshine,” he teased as he handed you a helmet. “I’ve got you.”

Jason surprised you by actually being a perfect gentleman. He took you to your favorite little diner, the one you’d mentioned in passing weeks ago. He remembered everything you liked—the exact way you liked your burger, your favorite drink, even the little details about how you always added extra ketchup. During the movie, he couldn’t focus on the screen. Not when you were sitting so close, your shoulder brushing his. He was hyper-aware of every little movement you made—the way you laughed at the funny scenes, the way your eyes lit up during your favorite parts. And when you leaned your head against his shoulder halfway through, Jason thought he might actually die from happiness.

As the weeks went on, you started noticing things about Jason. How he always seemed to know where you were, how he’d intercept anyone who tried to bother you before they even got close, how he’d show up with your favorite snacks when you didn’t mention being hungry. It didn’t take long to piece it together. One evening, as you both sat on a rooftop (because Jason insisted the city looked better from up high), you decided to bring it up. “Jason,” you started, looking at him with a soft smile, “you’re really... protective, you know that?” He stiffened. “Is that... bad?” You shook your head, resting your hand on his arm. “No. It’s sweet. I know you just want to keep me safe.” Jason let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “I just... I can’t lose you,” he admitted, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. “You’re the best thing in my life, and the thought of anything happening to you—” “Jason,” you interrupted, squeezing his arm, “you don’t have to worry so much. I’m not going anywhere. Okay?” He turned to look at you, his blue eyes filled with a vulnerability you didn’t expect. “You mean that?” You nodded. “I like having you around. Even if you’re a little... intense sometimes.” His lips twitched into a grin. “You think I’m intense now? You should see what I’d do if anyone actually hurt you.” You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “I think I’ll take your word for it.” Jason wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. In that moment, he knew he’d do whatever it took to keep you happy and safe. You were his sunshine, his everything. And now that he had you, he wasn’t letting go. Not ever.

𝒍𝒖𝒗-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ☆ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[gothicfied]

(Squid game s2) Can you write a comfort fic about an insecure reader has past trauma and has endured Highschool bullying. When she joins the games and is in the group (Gi-hun, Dae-ho, Jun-hee & others) but once they meet Jun-hee she gets pushed aside and has to join another group in the second game. Feel free to change or add anything, the pairing could be Daeho x reader but it’s up to you <33

Never alone again - Kang Dae-ho / Player 388

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho / Player 388 x Reader

Summary: After seeing you almost die, Dae-ho swore he wouldn't leave your side ever again.

Warnings: Mentions of death/dying, gunshots (typical squid game stuff), other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

Word Count: ~ 1.2k

A/N: hii! tysm for the request and I hope I did it justice.

You believed Gi-hun from the start. You believed he was right, no sane person would just say stuff like that, right? That they kill each player who gets eliminated? He seemed too damn serious for it to be a lie. And lo and behold, he was right. People. Shot dead. Right in front of you. Red-Light-Green-Light was a traumatic experience. You wanted to quit, you wanted to go home, go home and hug your parents and just be grateful to still be alive.

It was like the universe had turned against you. How wasn't everyone scared out of their minds like you? Was money really all that mattered to them? A heated discussion broke out during the first voting, angry voices yelling at each other, accusing Gi-hun of lying. You took all the courage you had left in you to try and stand up for him, at least make it known that you sided with him. Past experiences, especially your school time, usually made it hard for you to speak up, but that shouldn't really be an issue right now — You could end up dead, that's what worried you. After the voting, that didn't go your way at all, Gi-hun showed gratitude for your courage to say something and suggested you'd stick with him from now on.

Added to your group were In-ho, the last player who actually voted 'O', Jung-bae and Dae-ho, who were both former marines. While eating the lunch provided to you by the guards, those two immediately bonded over their former occupation, which you found endearing. Even though you were currently still to shy to join in on their conversations, you were content with just having a group you could stick to — Because you were sure you absolutely wouldn't survive in here alone.

"And, what's your name?" Dae-ho asked, as hd took a seat on the stairs next to you, happily eating his food. When you told him he gasped, almost chocking in the process. "That's my sisters name!" he laughed, nudging your shoulder with his. You just replied with a little "Oh? No way." and then he began rambling about his life, about his four sisters, about how his father sent him to be a marine and so on. He closed his monologue saying "Anyway, that's a really pretty name." and then proceeded to ask you for your leftover food. He made you laugh, which was nice considering you all were stuck in this hellhole.

In Dae-ho's opinion, you two had a lot in common, even if you didn't at all. He suggested you slept in the bed right under his which was.. well, free now after the first game. At night, you couldn't help but overthink your interactions with not only him, but the other three guys, too. They were so nice and welcoming. All of them had a special attribute that will probably be useful in the coming few days.. and you? You had the feeling that you brought nothing to the table.

The next day, a vast majority of the players went into the second game with the impression that this will be Dalgona, like Gi-hun predicted. Apparently not. The female voice over the speakers ordered the players to form groups of five. "Ah, how perfect," In-ho smiled, "guess we'll be a group then." You looked between the men, nodding in agreement and just when you were about to say something-

"Excuse me, are you maybe searching for one more person-?"

"Oh, no I'm sorry, we're actually already five peo-"

"I'm pregnant."

The girl cut Jung-bae off, resting her hands on her pregnant belly. You raised your eyebrows in shock and no one really seemed to know what to do next. Oh, you felt bad for her. She must've been very desperate if she entered the games while being pregnant. You five were just looking at each other confused, until you took a deep breath: "It's okay, I'll find another group. She needs to be with people she can absolutely win with." You looked at the girl and she looked back, slowly giving you a grateful smile. "No it's okay I'll go-" Dae-ho tried to say, but you waved him off, shaking your head.

"Well.. No, you can't just.."

"Dae-ho," In-ho said in a low tone, putting a hand on his shoulder, "she's pregnant." he said, like Dae-ho needed a reminder of what was right in front of him. You weren't that important to the team anyways, and that girl needed your help. So, it was decided, and in the end you did find a team of three players who voted 'X', like you, and one who didn't. You felt fairly safe with these people and even if you didn't, you didn't have much of a choice.

The game was a six-legged pentathlon with five mini games you had to split between each team member to complete. Watching the first few teams go was an absolute adrenaline rush, given the small amount of time of five minutes, the first few players were shot on sight pretty early on. This made you nervous to the point where you could throw up. Your original group was sitting a few meters away from youd current one and you did lock eyes with Dae-ho quite a bit, him giving you reassuring glances or a thumbs up. You mustered up a smile, trying yo calm your thoughts down.

I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this-

Oh but you could. Your team, which came before Gi-hun's, barely made it over the finish line with three seconds to spare, making the crowd of waiting players roar and cheer and yell "Good job!". The most time you lost was at Gonggi, thankfully not your mini game. Being able to beat yours on the first try filled you with the confidence you needed, which was probably the only thing that kept you up on your feet. Speaking of which, the shackles, that bound your left leg together with the player next to you, were taken off of them and you were free to go. Well, back into the dorm area.

Anxiously, you sat on your bed and waited, for your team. Players streamed in, one after the other, just not the ones you were so desperate to see. You were biting your fingernails, your thoughts being flooded with the fear of them all just dying, being left alone to survive this shit.

Suddenly, you heard a voice call out for you. It was Dae-ho (who else?) who basically sprinted to you. Before you could even stand up to reciprocate his hug, he pulled you up into his arms, squeezing the air out if his lungs. "Do you know how scared I was?" he sounded really out of breath. You didn't reply, just hugged him back the best you could and watched Jung-bae laugh to himself, watching the two of you. "I'm so glad you're alive! I'll never let you do that again, okay? Next time, I'll be the one to find another group.. not you okay?" His word vomit just wouldn't stop.

"Let's hope there won't be a next time."

"Obviously there won't be, I won't ever let you leave again."

[malachitezmeyka]

As a result of hormones, being generally exhausted from lack of sleep, and the crushing pressure of the realisation that in a year I’ll be a legal adult, I have spent the last half an hour sobbing into my pillow. Fun times all around