#marvel defenders drabble

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

The Backwoods AU

A Special Sort of Craving (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)

The Detour (Thor, MCU)

The Stranger (Chris, Destroyer)

Forget-Me-Not (Loki, MCU)

The Farmer’s Daughter (Walter Marshall, Night Hunter)

The Rebound (Curtis Everett, Snowpiercer)

Second Best (Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time)

Crossed Wires (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob & Cole Turner, Ghosted)

Daddy Lesson (Rafe Cameron, OBX, Outer Banks)

All Things End (Arvin Russell, The Devil All the Time)

THTH (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)

Called To Duty (Captain Syverson, Sand Castle)

Unmanageable (Pete Brenner, Pain Hustlers)

[llokii]

I have Frank brain rot and it’s all Taylor Swifts fault:

(‼️ very brief and mild mentions of smut ‼️)

• Secretly living with Frank and being in soft domestic bliss (when he’s not out beating people up)

• Finally telling someone you’re his girl just for them to shake their head in disappointment.

• “I can’t believe you’re with someone like Frank” and “you’re too good for a criminal like him” are just a couple of the nicer things people have said about you and your love

• Staying confidently by his side despite the whispers and slander from ignorant bystanders sitting high on their barstools

• They could never understand. You can handle him. Yes, he’s dangerous. He could kill everybody in this bar if he wanted to but he wouldn’t put you in a situation like that.

• You know the power he holds and you love him for it. He’s your protector, your lover, your beautiful gorgeous man. All yours.

• The contrast between his large, calloused hands and your soft gentle ones being too much for others to comprehend

• How could you be so gentle with such a monster?

• More importantly, how could Frank Castle, The Punisher, the person who’s managed to strike fear into the souls of anyone who’s met him, become so soft for you?

• Everything about him is rough and rugged. Dirty and aggressive. And yet, there’s something about him when he’s with you. Is it a glimmer in his eyes? A shift in his tone of voice? The way he gently leads you to your seat with his hand on your lower back?

• He has a habit of calmly whispering tender secrets and the occasional snide joke about the rare passerby.

• Laughing and sharing drinks with you for hours on end. Surprising everyone around with how loose and alive he seems when he normally appears to be so emotionless and empty.

• You go home together and he gives you a look you’ve come to love. You’ll never get sick of this look. The one that means “I want you” and “you’re so gorgeous” and “I love you” and “please, please kiss me” all at once.

• When you’re alone together like this, between cotton sheets in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, he’s so beautiful and raw. So so unabashedly…. Frank.

• He is surprisingly submissive at times. Being so gentle with you and occasionally even begging “please touch me” or “oh god, please kiss me” and it’s impossible to deny these requests.

• You try not to think about how nobody approves of your love. In the end, their opinions don’t matter anyways. You know you love him and he lets you know time and time again that he loves you the same.

• But when you do think of these judgmental people, you’re often overcome with thoughts of lashing out. How dare they try to tell you who you can and can’t love?

• You would burn the whole world to the ground before giving in to their ignorance.

• You know this is the man you’ll marry some day. He’s ruined you for anybody else. There’s nobody else who could love you like he does, and there’s nobody else who could love Frank like you.

[geeky-politics-46]

So I am only a few followers away from 2,000...

So in honor of this & to try to tip myself over the 2k mark I want to dedicate the next few days to quick drabbles. Think the 5 sentence drabbles, but I always do five paragraphs instead.

Let's say submissions are open from now until Sunday (the 30th). Feel free to submit any requests for any of the Doctor Strange variants, Bucky, Loki, Steve, Sam, or Eddie/Venom. Or if you want to go a completely different direction, The West Wing or Veep.

[miguelhugger2099]

Hands

Summary: His hands are...big. A/N: I saw someone say this mans hands are 11 inches and i genuinely started tweaking. bro. his hands are larger than my head......

Miguel x Reader, Fluff?, Little suggestive, Drabble,

Spider-Man 2099 was probably one of the biggest Spider-Man ever. Well, if you're not counting the robots and dinosaurs–Miguel O'Hara is abnormally large for a human. Half-Human.

Standing at a whopping six foot and nine inches, his bulky build didn't help with his intimidating aura and height. So yes, he was tall but also wide.

Which also meant that everyone, at least, most people were shorter than him.

You could tell that it even became a problem. While talking to him, he'd have to bend his neck to talk to you. His posture would slouch just so he could hear you speak. When he'd look away, Miguel would rub the back of his neck, massaging out the knots that were forming from craning his head down so much to talk to the other Spiders.

You've seen tall people and you've seen others with muscles–however you were more focused on something smaller. As Miguel would type away on his monitor, viewing and discarding dim yellow screens in the air, you'd not so subtly stare at his hands. A part of you was amazed and a part of you had some sort of sick guilty pleasure watching his fingers move around. You coughed into your fist and looked away when Miguel snapped his head down at you, the familiar heat crawling up your neck.

“What?” He grumbles, his eyes squinting down at you.

“Huh? Wuh?” You turn your head around, pretending to think he's talking to someone else.

Miguel rolls his eyes, a soft scoff escaping his lips before he grabs your chin. Your breath gets caught in your throat. Miguel’s fingers squishing your cheeks and pulling you forward to him. His fingers stop near your temple and you can barely hear his voice through the haze of your mind.

“Wait–wait, say that again?” You whisper while Miguel just stares at you.

He lets go of you and you miss the heat from his palm. “You obviously aren’t focused. Either get it out of your head or leave. I don’t need someone distracted right now.” He tsks and focuses back on the monitors, hands waving in the air. You shuffle from side to side, clenching and unclenching your hands into fists. You fought with yourself wondering if you should let the impulse get to you. “Can I see your hands?” You blurt out. Miguel freezes but his eyes are in a confused wide stare at his screen. “What?” “For like a second!” You defended yourself, holding out your palms and raising your eyebrows in a pleading way. Miguel looks between your hands and face, an uncomfortable and confused glint in his eyes. Pouting, you take it as rejection, sniffling dramatically to yourself. But Miguel looks away as he places his hand in yours gently. You gasp in happiness and bring it up to your eyes. You press your thumbs to his palm, both of them looking tiny. Pressing harder, you notice little slits of his talons coming out and you giggle. Pressing over and over again, you watch as the little claws extract and retract repeatedly. Miguel’s eyebrow twitches. Then using one of your hands, you place yours and his hand together, wrist to wrist as close as possible. You blink and take a closer look at the size difference. Your entire hand barely reached past his palm, his fingers even longer.

While you marveled at how giant Miguel was, Miguel looked down at you with a flushed expression. Blush scattered across his cheeks as he noticed how small you were compared to him. He knew he was a big guy–he knew that compared to him, everyone was pocket sized. But particularly about you, it was more in his face. He had an urge to wrap his fingers over yours, wanting to see how it would engulf yours. You move his hand to the front of your face, your nose bumping into his middle finger. Even then, his hand was still very much larger than your head. “Holy shit. Do they even make things in your size here?” You laugh, your breath hitting his suit and he feels the warmth of your laugh through the fabric. Miguel squirms slightly, watching how his hand is covering your entire face. If he wanted, he could grab you right now. He could grab you, pick you up, cover your blabbering mouth easily, and maybe he can easily push your head into the mattress with a single hand– Miguel burns, looking away and pushing your face away from him. You yelp and stumble back from the force, catching yourself before you hurt yourself on the floor. “OW?” You glare at him. He’s turned away from you, back to bringing up video files and camera recordings of different universes. “Get back to work now.” He growls and you dust yourself off with a huff. You take another glance at him before sighing and facing the other way–failing to notice the tips of his ears a dark red shade.

[monimccoythings]

Feral!Logan drabbles

Oooh finally did it. Couldn't resist to write some silly Feral!Logan drabbles. Wanted to use a pic of Hugh in the first movie but this one was too perfect for what I had in mind. I love this little feral hairy man.

Reader is female.

So Reader is a mutant with light based habilities. She can absorb electricity from devices and machines and turn them into blasts of light (kinda like Starlight from the Boys)

Reader's on the run from the American government, they want to harvest her powers and use them as a way of 'defending' themselves from mutantkind. For the last year she has been running. Right now she has crossed the border and is currently in the middle of a blizzard in the Canadian Rockies.

She's tired, hungry, cold and there's no electrical current in miles, so her powers are basically rendered useless. And they keep chasing. She doesn't know how much longer she's going to last.

Reader can barely see and trips on a branch, knocking herself out.

Feral!Logan has been living in the mountains since he escaped from Weapon X, probably in the 80s. Has no memories, no social knowledge, just survival instincts.

Feral!Logan hates when strangers enter his territory and refuse to leave. Those are his hunting grounds, not theirs. He swiftly disposes of the agents and approaches the unconscious Reader.

He feels a weird tingling on his chest when he sees the pretty human female laying on the snow. His fingers slowly caress her soft features. He decides that moment he must have her.

Believing her to be a mate for him, Feral!Logan carries her back to the cave where he lives, placing her carefully on the pile of furs he has collected from his hunts.

When Reader awakes, she finds herself laying in a makeshift bed of animal fur in some random cave instead of a government jail cell. She immediately panics, not knowing where she is.

She tries to leave, but is stopped by a wild looking man covered in dirt. Taller than her and built like a fridge. He's half naked, his only clothing are two dog tags hanging from his neck and some undergarments that leave little to the imagination.

Under all that dirt there was hairy body rippling with muscles more fitting of a bodybuilder than a man who lived by himself in the mountains. Jeez, you could grate cheese on those abs. Reader can't help staring.

Feral!Logan roughly pushes her back against the furs. One single hand is enough to keep her still, which speaks volumes of the kind of strength he possesses.

The rugged man starts sniffing her everywhere, her neck, her collarbone, he kepts getting lower, grunting approvingly. When he's about to reach that part of her anatomy. She grabs his dishelved hair, trying in vain to keep him away. He looks at her, annoyed at having been denied of his prize; but, surprinsingly, obeys.

From then on, Reader's entire life becomes that cave and her mysterious savior/keeper. He provides her with shelter, warmth, water from a nearby stream and food from his hunts. Feral!Logan wants to prove himself as a worthy partner for her, catering to her needs.

Reader didn't spend most of her childhood summers in camps to eat now raw meat, no matter how little Feral!Logan seems to care about it. So she teaches him how to light a fire the old fashioned way, lamenting she can't use her powers so it'd be easier.

And he freaks out.

After a while he gets used to it, he nearly gives you a heart attack when he touched it and his burnt hand healed almost instantly. He rumbled pleasingly when you held his large hands between yours, marvelled at his healing factor.

At night, they sleep together, in the makeshift bed of animal skins. His arm engulfs her waist, pressing her smaller body towards his powerful chest. It's nearly impossible for her to move away.

Like hell he's going to let her go.

[notjustjavierpena]

i loved getting an insight into hubby in 4am. It got me thinking about other times I’d like to see into his brain.

Did he know straight away that reader was different and a potential future for him or did it take him a little while due to his past as a womaniser? His brain working overtime trying to process all the new feelings.

Did he ever feel like he should leave her feeling like he’s not good enough?

Bee (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N:  This is not totally what you had in mind, I think. However, this came to me and I think you’ll enjoy it. It’s soft and tender ❤️

Summary: Javier reflects on how gentle you make him.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: Javi POV, fluff, insecurities, love

Word count: 1.1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52937182/chapters/137384134

Bee

Sun filters through the clouds above Javier as he lies on the ground behind his father’s ranch. You’ve talked him into drowning in the tall fields of grass that surround the fenced-off area for the cows, listening to the sound of a million buzzing bugs that hide from you as you invade their home. He isn’t too fond of anything that could possibly land on him, too rough around the edges still to treat nature with the care that you do. 

You are talking softly yet enthusiastically about shapes that you find in the sky, reaching for heaven as you explain or draw out shapes with your finger. There’s been a dragon, a heart, and a bunny. You wonder out loud if it means something but Javier can hardly follow your words despite trying. He is too busy gazing upon you, having turned his head to the side to look at you in secret, the greatest marvel in his presence right now. 

The sun is hot in Texas right now and the shadows of the grass engulfing you and him dance across your face, your eyes glinting whenever the sun catches them even if it makes you scrunch up your nose and hold a palm up to cover the sunrays. Everything about this moment feels so delicate, terrifyingly sweet when he naturally thinks he is made of harsher stuff that should squash what little softness is left in his world. His hands have had to do so many destructive things in the past fifteen years that they feel too coarse to touch you. 

He turns his head towards the sky and closes his eyes, letting the sound of your voice wash over him like he wants it to for the rest of his life. There’s a part of him that’s afraid of you, afraid that he’s not made for this life with you, that he doesn’t know how to handle something so precious without breaking it. The way you treat the world around you with such reverence, such care, is foreign to him. He was used to being cold and logical back in Colombia, used to enduring. But here, in the Lone Star State with you, he finds himself wanting to be gentle, wanting to learn whatever he can from you. The love of his life. 

“Mhm,” he replies with the tiniest twitch of the corners of his mouth as you still haven’t figured out that he isn’t really listening. Not when your voice is accompanied by the sound of a breeze continuously creating waves in the grass that is tickling his arms, almost tricking him into thinking he is by the ocean. 

But then he feels it. It’s a sudden, light tickle on his nose that makes him open his eyes in slight surprise. There’s a small bee perched on the tip of his nose, its glasslike wings buzzing gently as it searches for pollen. Instinctively, he lifts his hand and gets ready to swat it away; he’s always been quick to react, quick to defend himself from anything that might harm him, even moreso during his time in Colombia. However, as his hand twitches mid-air, you notice, and your laughter is like music being carried through the air.

“Hold still,” you whisper as you lean over him, your face so close and your hand on his chest so he can feel the warmth of your palm as he sees your grin. With a gentler touch than what you even handle him with, you coax the bee onto your hand, lifting it away and letting it fly off again. Javier watches quietly in awe of his future wife.

“You don’t have to be so scared,” you say, smiling at him, “Not everything that approaches you is out to hurt you. Perhaps he just wanted to say hello.” 

Your words hang in the air, weighing nothing yet feeling heavy. Javier feels a tug in his chest like you’ve grabbed at the part of him that harbors hate for himself and has festered for too long. You’ve just pulled it loose inside him. He knows you’re not just talking about the bee. He hears the undertone, the suggestion that maybe he doesn’t always have to be on guard, doesn’t always have to assume the worst as he has done for so long. 

He looks at you and he wonders if you’re talking about yourself, too. If you’re telling him that you’re not here to hurt him, that your presence in his life isn’t a threat. He doesn’t know why he thought that twosomeness was not for him. Here you are and he doesn’t need anything more because you soften the edges of the world around him. 

“C’mere,” he murmurs and slides his arm beneath your body so he can snake it around your waist. His palm lays flat against the small of your back as he pulls you in, his heart still pounding against his rib cage when you are this close just five months after your first meeting. Five months since he saw you for the first time and realized that you might be different. Five months since you turned his world upside down. 

You curl your fingers on his chest and let yourself be drawn close, lowering your head until he can feel your breath against his face. You block out the sun, smiling fondly at him as if he is not at all rough and calloused. 

It is what makes him close the gap between you and kiss you on the mouth. It’s slow and unhurried, unlike many other kisses he has given you when the two of you have been alone. He pulls back to see your eyes fluttering open again. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asks himself out loud. The sun is around you like a halo, shining on your hair and making your skin glow. He wants everything with you. Everything that he never thought he wanted to have but also everything he never thought he could have.

“Doesn’t matter if you have done anything to deserve me. Do you want me?” You ask and the question floors him. He doesn’t need to think about it or weigh his options and words. He knows his answer. Yes.

“Para siempre (forever),” he says. You smile. It seems like that was the perfect answer. 

“Then that’s all that matters,” you reply and roll onto your back with a content sigh, laying in the nook of his arm while the sun shines on the both of you. He could fall asleep with you, let a whole hive of bees land on him one by one to greet him.

Javier feels a calm wash over him. Maybe this - him and you - isn’t bad just because he feels like he isn’t enough for your kind being. Maybe it is exactly right because it is something you both want. 

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[captain-pheonix]

Am I allowed to ask for Heavy Medic and Scout (separate or together, doesn't matter!) with a werebear reader? It's basically just like a werewolf but instead of turning into a wolf they turn into a bear.

A/n: seems like it could be fun, so why not! I’m otherhearted plus a huge animal nerd, so I want to try making it close to reality while not losing its theme. Doing more of the half headcannons/drabble thing because I think it works well with this. Hope you enjoy, thank you for requesting!!

Heavy, Scout, and Medic with a gn!werebear!reader

Heavy:

- he is both shocked and totally ready to fight you like the huge grizzlies back home when he witnesses you transform

- stuck between the morality of killing you/fighting you and not hurting you in any way

- in your bear form, even if you’re mean when you’re a bear, you’re probably scared of this huge, intimidating guy

- if you can still be mostly yourself when you’re a bear, you’re very scared he’s gonna hurt you, because you’ve probably seen the things he can wrestle

- if he doesn’t see you transform, good luck that guy is messing you up until you turn back

- when he finds out it’s you, he immediately tends to your wounds and profusely apologizes.

- you clear up all his confusion

- if you’re mean when you’re a bear, Heavy stops you from causing any damage to anything or anyone

- even if your apologizing like there’s no tomorrow after you transform, Heavy says it’s all ok and it isn’t in your control

Medic:

- not stuck between the morality at all

- when you eventually turn human again he’s like “ok you’re going to the lab, I’m studying you so you don’t break anything”

- could totally develop a serum that you could be injected with to temporarily stop transforming

- absolutely fascinated by you

- thinks you’re a marvel of science

- knowing your secret and being studied brings you closer with him

- he figures out what triggers you to turn into a bear, and what state your mind is in while you’re transformed

- tries to invent some medical devices with Engineer to control your bear form

Scout:

- whatever species of bear you turn into, he’s definitely going to secretly think it’s so cool

- screams like a little girl when you first transform

- if you don’t transform in front of him he’s probably like “OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD THEY JUST GOT EATEN BY SOME RANDOM ASS BEAR IM GONNA DIE”

- dude runs away from you wether or not you’re friendly or in control when in bear form

- everyone thinks he’s crazy when he tells them he saw this huge bear in your room, so he kind of starts believing them

- of course he sees you as a bear again and starts to realize no one’s ever going to believe him

- when he notices you get really scared of his screaming he starts resting his limits, thinking he’s a tough guy

- notices things in the bear’s personality that remind him of you

- starts connecting the dots, you tell him your big secret

- thinks it’s totally cool and will defend you and protect your secret

- starts roughhousing with you as a bear and immediately regrets it after getting accidentally slashed a few times

- learns to like and live with your bear form

[bambisworlds]

bambi's worlds masterlist

Other Works:

Aemond Targaryen

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Alex Volkov (twisted love)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Andy Barber (defending jacob)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

August Walker (mission impossible: fallout)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Azriel (a court of thorns and roses)

there's a man in the woods (poly!batboys x oc)

part one, part two

rhysand, azriel, and cassian were blessed by the cauldron with a mate. although, the circumstances were never seen before. the three males each had a mate, and it turned out to be the same female they were each bound to; bambi. they had spent months trying to track down the female that had been haunting their dreams and they finally did. she was tamlin's "mate". he had somehow discovered bambi was the rhysand's mate, so he took her as his own lover to spite him. tamlin still blamed rhysand for the death of his true mate, rhysand's sister. however, this plan to get back at rhysand was short lived seeing as the bat boys showed up and took her to the night court with them, leaving tamlin in their dust. pissed that he no longer had the upper hand, tamlin snuck into the night court and kidnapped bambi

azriel x needy oc drabble

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier (marvel cinematic universe)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Cassian (a court of thorns and roses)

there's a man in the woods (poly!batboys x oc)

part one, part two

rhysand, azriel, and cassian were blessed by the cauldron with a mate. although, the circumstances were never seen before. the three males each had a mate, and it turned out to be the same female they were each bound to; bambi. they had spent months trying to track down the female that had been haunting their dreams and they finally did. she was tamlin's "mate". he had somehow discovered bambi was the rhysand's mate, so he took her as his own lover to spite him. tamlin still blamed rhysand for the death of his true mate, rhysand's sister. however, this plan to get back at rhysand was short lived seeing as the bat boys showed up and took her to the night court with them, leaving tamlin in their dust. pissed that he no longer had the upper hand, tamlin snuck into the night court and kidnapped bambi

Casteel Da'neer (from blood and ash)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Chris Evans

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Copia/Papa Emeritus IV (the band ghost)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Din Djarin (the mandalorian)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Drew Starkey

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Eddie Munson (stranger things)

the freak and the new girl (eddie munson x y/n)

y/n is new to hawkins high this year and everyone she's dated has treated her terribly. she's convinced she'll never find a healthy relationship, until eddie munson changes everything.

part one, part two, part three

Geralt (the witcher)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Harry Styles

after show special (my first fic !)

harry can't wait to get you alone after his concert, so he takes you to his dressing room (harry x y/n).

Joel Miller (the last of us)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Rafe Cameron (outer banks)

rafe drabble (rafe x oc)

hard and soft (rafe x oc)

rafe waited impatiently for bambi to get out of the shower after she rejected his request to join her. when she comes out of the bathroom completely nude, he takes matters into his own hands.

Regina George (mean girls the musical)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Rhaenyra Targaryen (house of the dragon)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Rhysand (a court of thorns and roses)

there's a man in the woods (poly!batboys x oc)

part one, part two

rhysand, azriel, and cassian were blessed by the cauldron with a mate. although, the circumstances were never seen before. the three males each had a mate, and it turned out to be the same female they were each bound to; bambi. they had spent months trying to track down the female that had been haunting their dreams and they finally did. she was tamlin's "mate". he had somehow discovered bambi was the rhysand's mate, so he took her as his own lover to spite him. tamlin still blamed rhysand for the death of his true mate, rhysand's sister. however, this plan to get back at rhysand was short lived seeing as the bat boys showed up and took her to the night court with them, leaving tamlin in their dust. pissed that he no longer had the upper hand, tamlin snuck into the night court and kidnapped bambi

Rhys Larsen (twisted games)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Rick Grimes (the walking dead)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Simon "Ghost" Riley (call of duty)

bambi and her bodyguard (simon x oc)

simon "ghost" riley is bambi's bodyguard, he worships the ground she walks on, but fights his feelings for her. well, until he can't anymore. (simon x oc).

needy little girl (simon x oc)

simon is trying to focus on paperwork in his office on base, bambi is the ultimate distraction.

Sodo/Dew Drop Ghoul (the band ghost)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Steve Rogers (marvel cinematic universe)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Terzo/Papa Emeritus III (the band ghost)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Wade Wilson (marvel cinematic universe)

cookies and clay (wade x little!oc) coming soon

[storyofmychoices]

Hidden Romance

[Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose Masterlist]

Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose (F!MC)

Book: Crimes of Passion

Word Count: ~800

Rating/Warning: Mostly teen, but bc of one line mature to be safe.

Prompt: @choicesmonthlychallenge: rainy day; @choicesficwriterscreations; drabble request by nonny

A/N: It's been such a long time since I've written these two that I feel like I didn't get it quite right, but I hope it's still enjoyable.

Synopsis: Lilah makes an interesting discovery at Trystan's apartment.

Her fingers grazed over the smooth silk fabric of his grey button-down shirt that had pooled on the floor from where she had tossed it the night before. A smile tugged on the corner of her lips as the events of the previous night flickered back into her thoughts. Yet, the rhythmic pitter-patter of the rain on the penthouse windows and the aroma of freshly brewing coffee kept her from lingering too long in what was. 

She pulled the luxurious fabric over her arms, bringing the collar to her nose. Inhaling his familiar scent, her smile widened despite her attempts to temper it. Deftly, she slipped three buttons through their respective holes, one after another, letting his scent wrap around her.

Her bare feet padded through his apartment, stopping in front of a large ornate bookshelf. Her fingertips danced gently over the cool spines of the many books lining its shelves. Each row was arranged neatly, every book in its place. 

She marveled at the number of titles on display, some she recognized, some she didn't, others in a language she couldn't read—Drakovian, she imagined, but she couldn't be sure that was the only language included.

She paused over a section of philosophical texts. Her brow arched as she curiously pulled one from its place on the shelf, marveling at the ornate gold filigree on its cover. She half expected the book to be unread, but the pages were worn, and she recognized his handwriting from the notes in the margins. She was about to slide it back into the open spot on the shelf when something else caught her eye. 

She removed a few more books from the shelf only to discover a series of well-worn, soft-cover romance novels hidden behind the books she had removed. A smirk tugged on her lips as she pulled the books forward, revealing a series of increasingly steamy covers with melodramatic titles.

"I hope this is to your satisf—" his voice trailed away as he found her still looking over his secret collection of books. 

"What a diverse reading collection you have here." She held one up with a particularly handsome fireman on the cover, his taut chest dripping with sweat. "I didn't know you were such a literary connoisseur." 

"You know what they say," he began, placing the tray of coffee and breakfast treats on his end table. "Variety is the spice of life, and I do life so well."

In a few long strides, he stood before her, his loosely tied robe left little for her mind to wander. "They're also a masterclass in—" his lips drew into a devilish smirk, his fingertips curling under her chin, lifting it toward him. "—human anatomy. There's nothing quite like it."

Her gaze remained unphased, not swayed by the mischievous glint in his eyes. "I take it you've never heard of Grey's Anatomy, the book, not the series?"

"Too many illustrations for my taste. I prefer the written word," he attempted to defend, his voice smooth as his thumb brushed over her lip.

"Uh-huh..." Lilah frowned, her head tipping to the side questioningly. She took a step back, picking up a book and opening a page at random. "Let's see... ah, here we go, an excellent example of said description of human anatomy," she mocked before continuing with reading a line from the text. "...he thrust his swollen spear into the glistening portal of my womanhood, a rhythm so seductive our bodies danced as one until love's sweet lava overflowed, blinding us in its brilliance." 

Trystan stifled a chuckle at her tone and the choice of passage.  "What a shining example of American literature, don't you think? I particularly enjoy the metaphors the author uses."

"You mean euphemisms."

"Still very descriptive!"

"Oh, absolutely," she nodded with a playful roll of her eyes. "Very enlightening. I'll have to add it to my reading list."

"See that you do," he encouraged. "Perhaps even borrow my copy."

"I think I'll pass." Lilah tossed the book back at him, sauntering away toward the delicious scent of the fresh coffee. "I will take that, though." 

With a delighted smirk, Trystan watched Lilah walk away from him, enjoying how the silk fabric from his shirt fell on her body. "If literary devices aren't your thing, I can certainly think of some hands-on anatomy studies we could engage in." 

She sipped the steamy beverage, letting the coffee warm through her as she picked up her phone, reading the new message on the screen. "We've got a case. With any luck, there will be a body for you to—um—assist Ruby with... for your anatomy studies."

"That's not—"

But before he could finish his protest, she had disappeared into the ensuite bathroom, her clothes gathered in her arms. 

Thank you to the Nonny who sent the request. I had fun with this even if I'm not 100% happy with how it came out. I love the idea of Trystan reading trashy romance novels lol but as I wrote this, I also considered that Trystan wouldn't hide them but I was already half done. 🤷‍♀️

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Henry Cavill & Co.

Clark Kent | Superman : Man of Steel (DC)

August Walker | Mission Impossible : Fallout

Napoleon Solo | The Man From U.N.C.L.E

Sherlock Holmes | Enola Holmes

Geralt of Rivia | The Witcher

Gus March-Philips | The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare

Logan Syverson | Sand Castle

Walter Marshall | Night Hunter

Mike | Hellworld : Hellraiser

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Andy Barber | Defending Jacob

Ari Levinson | Red Sea Diving Resort

Steve Rogers | Captain America (Marvel)

Mike Weiss | Puncture

Johnny Storm | Fantastic 4

Curtis Everett | Snowpiecer

Ransom Drysdale | Knives Out

Benedict Cumberbatch & Co.

Stephen Strange | Doctor Strange (Marvel)

Sherlock Holmes | BBC Sherlock

Others.

Playlist | Library

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Here's a little modern Vandermatthews fam drabble about what country music they'd like. It's mainly about Arthur bc I think he's neat. Tbh I headcanon it being them in the 80s, with Hosea adopting Arthur and John. Please bear with me as I've only played up to chapter 2 + my info is based on my dad's nostalgia.

Word count: 346

Arthur's not picky, when it comes down to it. He's more or less content to listen to what his pa and Dutch play on the way to school, or the grocery store, or wherever they're going. Hosea has just enough time to drop him and John off at school before he has to go to work, the old pickup chugging loyally along. He always plays the honky tonk station, quietly humming along with Hank Williams' lonesome croon or Merle Haggard's drawled ballads. He sings, though, when Patsy Cline comes on. He knows every word of Three Cigarettes in an Ashtray.

Dutch picks them up in his Camaro, at the end of the day, idly smoking a cigar as the other kids marvel at the Chevy. He sends Arthur into the corner store, sometimes, to buy a bundle for him. The cashiers know his face, know who he's running errands for. Waylon Jennings or Hank Williams Jr serenade him when he walks back out with the pack of cigars. Hosea will be home soon and they need to start figuring out dinner. Dutch turns the music up, remarking on Arthur's bruises with thinly veiled disappointment. He's on the verge of being a young man, and still torn between bullying his little brother or defending him on the playground.

In the boys' shared bedroom, John plays his favorite cassette tapes 'til he's satisfied, rewinding halfway through to hear the songs he prefers. The tapes were Christmas gifts from Hosea, and Arthur has to press his hands over his eyes at the fifth rewound Tennessee Ernie Ford song. Mercifully, he's granted the occasional Marty Robbins tune. You can only listen to The Cry of the Wild Goose so many times.

When he's older, he listens to what he likes. He has a milk crate full of records: Don Williams, David Allan Coe, even Bonnie Raitt. Arthur never did quite like tapes. Records, in his opinion, are easier. His hands are careful when he puts the needle down on the vinyl and remembers, already sitting back to light a cigarette.

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Bad Professors Masterlist

Steve Rogers and Peter Parker

Late Bloomer 💚 2

Thor and Bucky

Sweet Like Candy 💗 2

Loki and Tony Stark

Like a Stone 💛 2

Walter Marshall and destroyer!Chris

Know Your Place 💜 2

Lloyd Hansen and Nick Fowler

Learn the Hard Way 🖤 2

Andy Barber and Cole Turner

Habits 🧡 2

Lee Bodecker and Ransom Drysdale

Words Like Honey 💛 2

Colin Shea and Rafe Cameron

Smile Like You Mean It ❤️ 2

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Sci: It will heal but it will probably Scar. Epic: Cross?! What happened? Cross: Nothing unexpected Sire... Epic: You were whipped. I was barely injured. Cross: But you were injured... My duty is to keep you safe and I failed sire. Drabble below

Cross unsummoned his weapon, sighing as he looked at his worried charged. Epic clearly was not handling his punishment as well as he should have. As a guardian, he had failed is sole purpose by allowing his charge to be injured, of course there were repercussions for such missteps. Like always, he would bleed for his mistakes. "Please, sire, return to your room. I'll be with you in the morning, as I always have been." Cross said trying to get the prince to leave him to finish licking his wounds and prepare for tomorrow. Epic frowned, but did not want to cause his guardian anymore stress. He glanced at the bloodied bandages and felt his blood boil. Who decided that Cross deserved a lashing for Epic's mistake? Cross was HIS to command. The oaths were clear, Cross was HIS until the day he died. No one had the right to punish what was his. Unfortunately, what happened has happened and he could only move forward in ensuring that no one else decided his guardian's fate. ******** When Epic awoke, like always, Cross was standing guard by the door. The other did not look like anything was out of place. He didn't even flinch as he shifted to acknowledge the fact his charge was awake. No one would have been able to tell that underneath all that bulky clothing were fresh, still slowly oozing, wounds that throbbed with the other's soul beat. Epic gave the other a small smile, before getting out of bed and into his clothing. The guardian waited patiently before approaching. "Sire," Cross called softly, pulling a hidden blade from off his person and holding it out to the prince. The blade felt heavy in Epic's hands. The leather wrapping on the hilt soft and well worn. It may have been an older blade, but it was clearly well cared for. The steel glinted in the morning light and the edge razor sharp that it nicked the tip of his finger as Epic delicately dragged his finger over it. "I will show you how to use it." Cross's voice cut through Epic's marveling. "B-but, you said you'd never train me...." The confusion was evident in Epic's voice. "I did, but last night I had failed to protect you, sire. I realized I may not always be able to either." The last statement left a bitter taste in his mouth as he admitted his possible short comings. "Never again. I will make sure you will be able to defend yourself." "Oh..." Epic clutched the hidden blade. "Wait.. Where did you get this blade? I thought guardians only had one?" "That was my training blade, sire, I will get you a proper one commissioned as soon as possible, but it is important we begin training before it's completed... No one will have to know you have this." Epic nodded in understanding, and attempted to strap the blade to his forearm. The untrained hands fumbled and dropped the blade. Cross let out quiet "heh" and bent over to pick it up. He took his charge's arm into his hands. "Here, let me." Cross muttered, expertly attaching the blade to Epic's arm. The prince's breath caught as he realized just how close he was to his guardian's face. The soft feeling of air brushing against his face with each exhale left Epic lightly flushing purple. Cross was too close for comfort. When Cross finally pulled back, satisfied with how the blade was affixed to Epic's arm, the prince let out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding. Epic looked at his arm, the leather hidden beneath the usual layers he wore. He shifted his hand in a way that he had seen Cross do many times. The blade silently slid free, catching on the sleeve and slicing it. Cross smirked as he looked at the other's clumsy handling before schooling his face. "Careful sire... You wouldn't want to lose a finger." He said, voice and expression neutral. Epic's eyes narrowed as he stared at the stoic guard. Was Cross making fun of him? If he was, at least it meant that he was still in the guardian's good graces. Perhaps it meant that training may not be as painful as he expected it to be. Epic belongs to yugogeer012 Cross belongs to jakei95 Sci belongs to TalkingSoup

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INTRO POST

My name is Spoon, (20, any pronouns) and this is my selfship positivity blog! I'll mostly be reblogging posts and sharing my own occasional drabbles (and art!)

Here's a list of my current f/os!

ROMANTIC

📺 Mr Puzzles (SMG4) (Puzzlespoon)

🔪 Ghostface (Scream) (Silverware)

🖥 Vox (Hazbin Hotel) (Spoontek) (I do not fw Vivziepop btw)

🫧 V (Murder Drones) (Lead Rain)

🔨 Marsha (Fortnite) (Rubber Hammer) (NOTE I DO NOT PLAY FORTNITE I'm just a Marshmello fan and I rlly like her)

👁 Folly (Regretevator) (Heaven Says)

🎤 Vee (Dandy's World) (Bass Boost) (I do not fw BlushCrunch)

🦄 Deadpool (Marvel) (Deadspoon)

��️ Wolverine (specifically from Deadpool and Wolverine) (Spork)

🎨 Painter (Pressure) (Spainter)

QUEER PLATONIC

Prototype (Regretevator)

Scag (Regretevator)

Monty (FNaF)

Wally (Welcome Home)

Hyperlaser (Phighting)

PLATONIC

N (Murder Drones)

Gangle (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Napstablook (Undertale)

Martlet (Undertale Yellow)

Poob (Regretevator)

Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss)

Astro (Dandy's World)

FAMILIAL

Jack Skellington (TNBC)

Sally (TNBC)

Uzi (Murder Drones)

Sun, Moon, and Eclipse (FNaF)

Glamrock Freddy (FNaF)

Meggy/Leggy (SMG4)

Boombox (Phighting)

SIDE NOTE I am completely ok with sharing f/os! I'm polyam after all so it doesn't bug me much anyway (hell I'm a Vuzi shipper and a Ghostmyers shipper so-)

PROSHIP, LOLICONS, VIVZIEPOP DEFENDERS, TERFS, ZIONISTS DNI!!!

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