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[regency-monster-love]

Could we get #23 with the Grumpy Orc? I could see him getting drunk and then professing everything to the reader while his inhibitions are lowered 😈

I like the way your mind works, anon!

23. A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

Male orc x female human

"I shou' hate you—I should!" The orc scowled and tried to jab a thick green finger at her, but it just kind of waved in the air, with how drunk he was. "Why d'you have to be so bloody sweet an' charming an' kind? And pretty." He leaned closer to her face, squinting. "How are you so pretty?" That same green finger poked at her mouth, making her purse her lips to keep from laughing. "You don' even have any tusks, but your mouth still looks so nice. Wish I could kiss it."

She batted his hand away from her face. "Then do so."

His bushy black eyebrows drew together. "Pardon?"

She grabbed his cheeks and pressed her mouth to his. It took his addled mind a second or two to comprehend what was happening, but then he kissed her back with gusto, curling his tongue into her small mouth and eating up the soft little sounds of pleasure she made. Her thumbs slipped down to rub against his tusks as they continued to kiss, and the jolt that gave him made him groan.

"God I love you," he mumbled against her mouth.

She pulled back, her eyebrows leaping up her forehead. "Pardon?"

[You can read more about grumpy orc and the human woman he "hates" here]

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[firawren]

10, Elizabeth x Darcy

Thanks for the ask! Classic and sexy choice 👌

10. A kiss along the jawline

They were in a private box at the theatre, and the lights were down, so no one would see if Darcy stole a kiss. He leaned into Elizabeth's side and whispered her name in a tone that was clearly a request.

A knowing, playful smile curved her lips. "I'm watching the play," she whispered back.

His feelings would not be repressed. Since she would not turn her head to him, he had no choice but to lay his kiss upon her jawline. She sighed and tilted her head to the side ever so slightly, inviting him to keep pressing kiss after kiss along her jaw, moving up toward her ear. His lips brushed the shell of it when he whispered: "I cannot attend to the play when you are near me."

She had always been far too tempting to him. But now that they were married, she was an indulgence he was permitted to have.

He very frequently indulged.

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[uniquethingtastemaker]

This is a snippet from Riddle’s “Dreaming of You” fanfic:

“Ewwwww, no! Really?! Right in front of my salad?!” Ace cries.

Riddle turns to him with a judgemental look.

“That’s not a salad. I’m allowing you to eat my tart!” he declares.

You lean in, soothing him. “It’s ok. Ace is red-green colorblind.”

“I didn’t realize it also came with symptoms of being unable to identify foods. It’s ok. I will accommodate his disability,” your boyfriend states before turning to the freshman. “Ace, you’re eating a tart, not a salad.”

“I…” the card soldier sighs before accepting his fate. “Thank you, Riddle.”

(This fanfic is hilarious. It also is pretty spicy. Look forward to it. Also, there’s a lot of screaming in the second dream. Riddle’s loud. Everything ends in an exclamation point and idk how to feel about it lol. Let me know what u guys think or looking forward too. Again, I love comments so tell me ur thoughts. I tend to respond so it might give u an incentive lol)

[beccawise7]

Your Hug of the Week...

We all need one sometimes.

Be kind to one another. ✌️

~beccawise7💜🖤

[jusst-you-race]

i really like ur landoscar so,, lando and oscar texts after oscar's succesful debut on lando's stream

i hope this is sort of what you had in mind... god i can't wait till these two sort their shit out they make me smile <3 thank you for suggesting this for the ccc snippet prompts

Oscar sorry about earlier 

didn’t realise you were streaming 

Lando its fine

not like it was a surprise that im dating someone

Oscar I hope no one was weird about it

is that something people are weird about?

Lando uh

depends what u mean by wierd

Oscar wait why 

were they weird?

Lando no no 

i dunno 

ur like a inigma in my chat 

Oscar wait what?

Lando their kinda obsessed with u 

Oscar me?

why?

Lando uh 

i guess i mention u sometimes 

Oscar yeah?

Lando yeah 

Oscar you’re being so evasive about this 

I’m curious 

going to watch the stream vod now 

Lando noooooo 

donr do that

Oscar I’m sure it’s not that bad 

Lando its embarrassing

for me 

Oscar okay well now I’m definitely watching 

Lando ugh

i hate u 

just dont like laugh at me 

Oscar I would never 

Lando literally a lie but sure 

Oscar huh

“is that mystery smile man?” 

what does that mean?

Lando nothing 

dont worry about it 

Oscar “I can’t believe the smile is even bigger when he’s there” 

what are they talking about? 

Lando its nothinggggggg

Oscar please?

Lando no

ugh 

fine 

my chat has been teasing me for months about the mystery guy that i text on stream sometimes 

Oscar go on…

Lando i guess i have like 

a specific smile i do when im texting you

and chat noticed 

Oscar oh 

that’s 

really cute 

Lando shut up 

Oscar wait months?

Lando um

Oscar we’ve not even been dating for a month yet 

Lando yeah

funny that 

Oscar oh my god 

we’re both really idiots aren’t we

Lando a bit 

Oscar stay there I’m coming to kiss you 

Lando okay ❤️

yay ❤️

Oscar you’re an idiot 

omw

[overtake]

This is a super short (550-ish words) snippet from the maxiel hockey au I got 30k into before life got in the way. I’ll probably never finish it, so have this random scene. For context, Daniel is staying at Max’s home because he has an ankle injury and the only bedroom at his own place had stairs.

Daniel hears Max before he sees him. Based on the frantic pounding down the stairs, you’d think Max was being chased by a fucking murderer.

“Daniel,” the shadowy figure in Daniel’s doorframe says in a shaky, frantic voice. Daniel hasn’t kept his door shut since the cats first started scratching at it and demanding to be let in, and he briefly wonders in the recesses of his sleep-addled mind if Max has ever Edward from Twilighted him and just watched him sleep.

“Hmmph?” Daniel manages. His brain is thick and sluggish through the foggy, sleep haze surrounding it. He tries to prop himself up on one elbow and immediately fails.

“There’s a spider in my room,” Max hisses, as if he’s scared the spider might somehow hear him and immediately attack. “Can you come kill it?”

“I am not walking up stairs right now,” Daniel groans. It was a brutal PT session, and he spent half his afternoon with his ankle wrapped in ice and elevated. Plus, he’s not exactly fond of spiders either.

“I can’t sleep in there,” Max says, and Daniel wants so badly to make fun of him, but there’s an edge of real panic in his voice. Also, Daniel is even more scared of far more embarrassing shit, so he’d never win.

“Stay in here,” Daniel says, reaching an arm behind him to flop at the empty space. “Plenty of room.”

Max only hesitates for a second before crawling in. “Are you sure?” he asks, like he isn’t already sticking his cold toes against Daniel for warmth.

“The terrors will probably kill the spider by morning for us,” Daniel says, letting his head drop back onto his pillow.

“Jimmy and Sassy are not terrors. It’s not nice how you talk about them,” Max says primly as a crash echoes from somewhere upstairs. Daniel doesn’t dignify him with a response.

He feels Max’s weight settle behind him, and a hand reaches out as his eyes drift back shut and lightly caresses his exposed shoulder. “Thank you, Daniel.”

In the morning, Daniel wakes up to find Max curled in a ball around a pillow he somehow stole from under Daniel’s head, quietly letting out cute little snores. Sassy is lying content on the floor nearby with half a dead spider dangling out her mouth.

“That’s your problem to collect and throw away,” he tells a sleeping Max. He’s got freckles on his shoulders, Daniel notices, a whole constellation of them decorating the broad, pale canvas.

He fights the urge to trace the space between them and instead collects Max’s morning Red Bull from the fridge. He leaves it to drip condensation on the bedside table closest to Max’s pillow-creased face, next to a little note that Daniel is out for his morning walk.

Max texts him twenty minutes in to his stroll.

Max Verstappen: thanks for the red bull. okay if i stay again if we don’t find the spider? It was huge.

Daniel gnaws at his cuticle, contemplating his response for half a second. It’s not like he has proof that spider was the one Max saw. Sassy probably got rid of the evidence, so he can’t ask. He doesn’t want to make Max sleep in a room that makes him anxious.

Daniel Ricciardo: Of course. Better to be safe. That spider could be deadly.

Max Verstappen: Need your Australian powers to scare it off

Daniel Ricciardo: 🤺🤺🤺

When he opens the kitchen bin later that day, he sees the body of the spider sitting on the top.

“Crazy girl. You learned how to open the bin,” he coos to Sassy, aiming for a head scratch she runs away from and pretending he doesn’t see the very human tissue wrapped around the remains.

[ghqstwriter]

A submissive villain and a manipulative hero with hurt/comfort (thats a bit spicy) and includes wall pinning and the quote “dont you trust me?” Please!!!

“Ow! Watch where you’re flinging me, you piece of shit!” Villain exclaimed as their head made contact with the hard wall behind them. They didn’t even have a moment to react before they felt their arms be shoved further into the wall, except this time Hero didn’t let go.

“Huh, that’s odd,” Hero started, voice as ingenuine as possible. “You can’t push me away. Weird, it’s almost like you’re too injured or something.”

Villain writhed, struggled, and tried to yank their arms away, but it was to no avail. Their chest was killing them and they’d already begun to feel woozy. For a split second, Villain realised that if they were to collapse right now, it would be straight into the arms of Hero, and to that they turned a slight shade of red (with anger and embarrassment, of course).

“I don’t need your lectures, and I don’t need your sympathy. Let me go, you bastard.” Villain bit at the hero, though it was far from a ferocious attack. Perhaps it would have come across a lot stronger if they weren’t so adamant on avoiding eye contact.

“You don’t want my sympathy. Or at least, you’re telling yourself that. But,” Hero spoke as their eyes trailed down to the villain’s chest. “You do need it, sweetheart.”

Villain scoffed in response, though the action caused their chest to wheeze even more. The pain was quite unnerving, Villain couldn’t deny, but they’d sooner let their lungs be pierced by broken ribs than allow the hero to attend to them. It wasn’t that they feared how Hero could hurt them, quite the opposite. Despite their cold and often unforgiving exterior, their touch could be deceivingly soft.

“I don’t need anything from you. Besides, you’re the one stopping me from going into battle. If you thought I wasn’t strong enough to fight Superhero like this, you’d be waving me goodbye.”

“You think I care about Superhero?”

“Why the fuck else would you be doing this?” Villain asked, though they knew they didn’t want to hear an answer. Hero surely wasn’t worried about Villain’s safety, they could assume that much. However, the crimestopper had always been prone to trickery in order to get what they wanted.

“You really don’t trust me, do you?” Hero’s words were stern but amusement hid behind their eyes. Of course they didn’t trust them. Why would they? It was Hero, of all people.

How and why Hero had ended up working for the agency was a mystery to heroes and villains alike. Though they behaved for the public, there was something almost sinister about them. Hero was cunning, cold, calculating, everything you’d expect a criminal mastermind to be. Even Villain was somewhat thankful they decided to side against the forces of evil, for otherwise they’d probably be out of a job.

Hero chuckled quietly at Villain’s silence, scowl still prominent on the latter’s face. “I think I’d rather have you in one piece rather than five. Let’s face it, how am I supposed to antagonise your severed arm?”

“Is that it then, you want to be the one to fight me? To kill me? A little icy of you, don’t you think?” Villain never considered themself Hero’s equal. Instead, the pair of them were exact opposites, in every manner of the word. Villain was loud and impulsive, all bark but not without bite. The fire to Hero’s ice, as the newspapers had put it.

The villain hadn’t entertained the idea that their rivalry mattered in the slightest to Hero before. The thought of it caused their heart to flutter slightly. Hero, seeing them as important enough to keep alive for whatever reason: it was a ridiculous thought. Their palms grew clammier.

“Icy? A long time ago, perhaps that would have been apt. But, maybe you’re just melting my heart.”

“Yeah, like you have one in the first place.”

At that retort, Hero gripped the villain’s hand, mindful of their broken fingers, and placed it on their own (much less injured) chest. Beneath the suit, beneath the scars, beneath the muscles, it was there. Beating faintly. Villain’s blush spread at the implications. They’d never been one to react subtly.

“Isn’t that proof enough?”

Hero raised their other hand, fingers ghosting over a graze on Villain’s cheek. Neither of their hands were holding Villain down, now, but the criminal knew they were still caged in by proximity. Their chests were inches apart, and they decided they particularly didn’t want to feel their injuries agrivate further by pushing against them.

“You’ve never been so strangely possessive before. Didn’t think martyrs like yourself were supposed to get attached to criminals.” Villain was being sarcastic. They were being entirely unserious, Hero wasn’t actually attached. They cared as much as you’d care about the idea of shattering an expensive vase. Sad in the short term, forgettable in the long run.

Hero’s eyes did not respond to the sarcasm.

“Hmm, probably not. Fire will melt ice long before the flames can be cooled. Wouldn’t be a great idea in the long run.” Both Hero’s tone and demeanour were unreadable. Their eyes were as grim as usual, but there was a semblance of emotion behind them, one that Villain couldn’t quite identify.

Then, they pulled Villain’s head to the side ever so slightly, and leaned in, lips hovering just beside their ears. Already, the criminal had been struggling to breathe, caused by the intense tightness in their chest. This, by all means, was not helping matters.

“I don’t know what it is you’re doing to me. But I know exactly what I’m doing to you, Villain. Like it or not, you’re infatuated. You can hate me all you want; everything else about you tells me a different story.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“I’m saying that if you go off and get yourself killed, this will never happen again."

Villain was about to ask what the 'this' in question was, but they were much too slow. Hero's hand shifted to grab their jaw, turning their head upwards firmly. They gave one beat of silence, a final chance to protest, and met the villain's lips with their own. The kiss was light, lips barely touching each other. It was more of a warning than a declaration of love: this is what you could have, this is what you risk to lose by fighting Superhero.

Unsurprisingly, Hero's lips were cold.

Before Villain could get too eager, just as they were about to lean in further to deepen the kiss, Hero pulled away. For the first time since Hero had pinned them against the wall, their eyes darted away from Villain's figure, opting to focus on anything else instead. Now, Villain wasn't trapped; they could bolt for the door if they wanted to. Alas, shock had taken hold of them, grappling them with an iron fist.

"I'll tell Superhero I managed to drive you off. Otherwise, I'm sure they'll come looking for you."

"Right, of course." Villain was hunched over by now, struggling to catch their breath for more reasons than one. Their brain still hadn't caught up to this afternoon's events, too dazed from overwhelm to realise that Hero had kissed them. Even in their renegade fantasies, Hero, ever so cold and uncaring, had never initiated the kiss.

"As long you begin to trust me, things can start going a lot smoother." Hero reached for their communicator as they spoke, likely about to contact Superhero with some fabricated story. Villain had never managed to spot a tell from within Hero. Perhaps they were simply always lying. Something about this felt peculiar, though. Truth expressed in the only way they knew how: trickery.

"I didn't trust you today, and yet you still kissed me. Sounds like you're rewarding bad behaviour," Villain joked, confidence coming back to them now that they were no longer centimetres away from the unfairly sculpted face of their nemesis. In response, Hero turned their head to the side in a still rather nonchalant manner, but was still the closest to flustering that Villain had ever witnessed.

"That's besides the point."

A buzzing emerged from inside of Villain's pocket, their own communicator was (stupidly) unsilenced. The screen lit up as they checked, Henchman was checking in about some final details. How the hell were they going to explain this to their henchmen?

"I should go find the rest of my team. I'll uhh-" Villain started, though they trailed off as soon as they looked up, though the perplexed look on their face shifted quickly to amusement. Once an enigma, always an enigma. Within a few seconds, Hero had already vanished.

[velvetrambles]

I'm so sorry for this

[jazzy-art-time]

Big shirt and shorts combo goes crazy after a breakdown

[regency-monster-love]

32, vampire?

Thanks for the ask! Congrats, you're kind of getting two monsters for the price of one.

32. A kiss while someone watches

Male vampire x gn reader (x male werewolf kinda) CW: biting, voyeurism

"Someone is watching us," the vampire drawled in your ear.

You started with fear and looked about. The only reason why you had agreed to sneak away from the ball and come out here with the vampire is that he had assured you no one would see you together.

The vampire held your chin to turn your face back to his. "It's too dark for you to see him, love. But he can see us. He's a werewolf, I believe." His chuckle was dark and rough like smoke. "He looks very excited to see us. Shall we give him a show?"

Fear was still pumping through your veins, but this excited you as well. You nodded. "Good pet," your vampire praised, and then you felt his cold lips press to yours, kissing you deeply with a palpable hunger that you returned as you moved your tongue against his. His fangs scraped against your lip, making you gasp, and then beg for his bite. He obliged, sinking into your throat, your body jerking in his hold.

As he drank, you could hear someone else panting nearby. Was it the werewolf?

And was the sound drawing closer?

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[firawren]

Gosh your writing is lovely! If I may request multiple prompts, then 22, 23, and/or 31 with frederick/anne? It's up to you if you'd like to do one or some/all :)

That's so kind of you to say, thank you very much!

I decided to do only the first one, since I didn't want to leave this hanging too long, and I'm starting to get a bit of backlog (not a complaint, this is very fun!). I will try to come back to the other two prompts later, though!

22. A french kiss/kiss with tongue

During their first engagement, Anne kissed like a girl: sweet and simple and a bit uncertain at doing something so new. She held herself very still and kept her lips soft and smiled so gently at Frederick afterwards, with the prettiest flush on her young cheeks.

During their second engagement, Anne kissed like a woman, and one starved of affection for eight years: confident and open and eager. When Frederick's tongue slipped into her mouth, she met it with her own, opening her lips wider to him, pressing them more firmly to his. "Should I stop?" Frederick whispered, and she shook her head decisively and kept kissing him until they were both breathless.

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[awardenandacrow]

FANFIC SNIPPET 9

[dinner after commitment scene. The team shares dinner, then Lucanis brings out dessert and coffee. It’s a merry occassion, with lots of fun tales and laughter. Lucanis can be caught repeatedly looking at Rook, who is laughing over her coffee cup, and smiling. Notes are made. As the evening winds down, Naimeryn offers to stay and clean dishes, standing and beginning to gather plates.]

THANKS TO @/cahwrites ON THREADS - who gave me the idea of a first kiss while washing dishes :3

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“Do you want an extra pair of hands?” Harding offered.

“Oh, sure -“

“Actually, Harding, there was something I wanted to discuss with you, if you wouldn’t mind accompanying me?” Emmrich said quickly. Naimeryn met his eye, and he gave her a quick wink. She frowned slightly, confused, watching as everyone but Lucanis cleared out, almost all of them with smirks on their faces. Oh. Were they… giving them time alone?

But then… but once they were gone, she felt immediately on edge. What now? She slowly set another plate on the stack in her arms.

Lucanis started to stand, and she gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “You cooked!” She said with a smile she hoped didn’t betray her nerves. “I’ve got this. Just relax a minute.”

She went to the sink and started the faucet, depositing the pile of plates and silverware into the basin. She’d always liked doing dishes, even when she’d had no choice. Hot, soapy water up to her elbows, steam to warm up her shivering bones… no one bothering you. It was peaceful, and had often been her only solace amid chaotic days. She let out a slow breath and willed herself to relax. After all, what was there even to be stressed about?

“There’s no reason I can’t at least help you clear the table,” Lucanis said after a moment, and she heard his chair scrape back.

“Oh, all right,” she said with faux exhasperation. She started washing the dishes she had while he gathered the rest. She took another deep, steadying breath. It was just a little extra time together. No big deal, right?

His hand brushed the small of her back, his chest pressing into her shoulder as he leaned around her to deposit the pile he was carrying into the sink. She told herself to be calm, but being this close to him had her heart beating at a dizzying pace. She turned her head to thank him, a lighthearted smile parting her lips.

They met his, just an accidental brush of flesh where he’d been leaning in to peck her cheek. She gasped, pulled back slightly, remembering their almost-kiss, afraid he would flee again.

“I’m sorr-“ she began, her tone panicked.

“No,” he cut her off, meeting her eyes with his. They burned into her even as he pressed his lips back to hers.

The dishes forgotten, Naimeryn leaned into him, both of their eyes fluttering closed of their own accord. His mouth was warm. His mustache and beard tickled her face, first gently, then more aggressively as she turned and deepened their kiss. His arm snaked around her waist, holding her tighter against him, and despite her hands being wet, he did not flinch away as she tentatively placed one on his chest and the other on his bicep. A contented sigh escaped her.

Honey and lavender cream, indeed. Sweet. Warm. Soothing.

He pulled back enough to press his forehead gently to hers.

“Are we done thinking this is a bad idea, then?” Naimeryn asked breathlessly, losing the teasing edge she’d meant for the question to carry.

“Maybe we’ve just decided bad ideas are better,” he smirked, then planted a kiss on her nose. “But you should know… Spite has informed me the others are watching from the door.”

Naimeryn groaned. “Of course they are.”

“Spite, you’re no fun!” Taash yelled, then there was a chorus of laughter and the door slammed shut.

[anevilweevil]

Hero x Villain: A Deal is a Deal

Hero and Villain made a deal with each other. They could each ask for one favor outside of working hours if they needed it. Unfortunately for Hero, they didn't work out the best timing for their simple ask.

CW: flirting, nudity (nonsexual), captivity/bondage. Kinda spicy but no outright smut or nsfw.

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Hero let out a satisfied sigh as they stepped under the stream of water, feeling its warmth weaving through their hair and cascading down their shoulders. The cold they had had to endure the last several days had been unbearable. But now—sweet release. At least, for the time being. 

Hero heard the bathroom door open. Immediately, they crossed their arms over their chest before steadily asking, “Villain?”

“Who else?” Villain replied, followed by the sound of running water. “Just need to take my meds real quick. I hope you didn’t expect privacy just because I let you use my shower.”

Hero smiled to themselves, content to continue washing as long as Villain wasn’t pulling back the shower curtain. 

“Thanks again for letting me shower here, by the way,” Hero said. 

“Jesus,” Villain said, a smirk obvious in their voice. “You’ve probably thanked me five times by now. Don’t tell me the goody-two-shoes act extends out of work.”

“I won’t bother you for long. My landlord said he’d get the tank fixed by tomorrow night.”

“Good,” Villain chuckled. “Having fun washing your pretty face?”

Hero stopped before smirking themselves. “You think my face is pretty?”

“Ha, right,” Villain replied. “Pretty punchable.”

“I get my features from my mom.”

“Do you get your stupidity from her too?”

“You wish,” Hero said. “That comes from you.”

“Ah ah ah,” Villain said with a warning tease. “One of us is naked and wet. Don’t take my exceptionally rare favor for granted, now.”

Hero blushed. They went quiet for a moment, rinsing the suds of shampoo out of their hair. They hadn’t heard the door close behind them, so they assumed Villain was still in the bathroom. Which was…odd. 

“Villain?”

“Yes?”

Hero sighed, relieved that they could get this off their chest. “I really appreciate you holding up your end of the deal, by the way. ‘Favor for a favor outside of working hours.’ I…really needed it.”

“Well, staying in debt at your hands was unfathomably disgusting,” Villain remarked. “But I suppose I can be fair if the game is played right. Your cooking was satisfactory, at best.”

Hero rolled their eyes. “Geez. Thanks. I’ll probably make something simple when I get home, though.”

“Oh darling,” Villain laughed softly, bittersweet poison dripping from the tip of their tongue. “You won’t be going home tonight.”

Immediately, Hero froze. “What do you mean? It’s Sunday.”

“Not as of three minutes ago, it's not,” Villain said, staring at their watch reading a crisp 12:03 a.m. unbeknownst to Hero. “It’s Monday now, which means I’m on the clock. Do put on the clothes I’ve laid out for you, will you? I’m sure it will be more comfortable with the restraints. Though I won’t mind you unclothed.”

For a moment, Hero had lost their voice. They stood, mouth agape under the steaming shower that had interrupted the piercing silence that now lingered between them and their greatest nemesis. They stuttered a bit, searching for the words, wondering if they could even believe Villain’s claims. They realized with horror that they had arrived late at Villain’s apartment. It had to have been past eleven thirty. 

“Fuck,” Hero whispered to themselves, mind racing for an out. 

“What was that, darling?” Villain asked. 

“I can’t believe you’re fucking kidnapping me right now,” Hero said. “All I needed was a fucking shower.”

“Mm, you never were very punctual,” Villain noted. “Anyways, I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen. Don’t stall now, dear. A deal is a deal.”

Hero was about to respond when they heard the bathroom door close shut. They cursed again, fingers pulling at their soaking wet hair. How stupid could they have been to not expect Villain to play such a petty game? How could they not have realized how long they had spent in the shower? Had they just finished three fucking minutes ago, they would have barely escaped being Villain’s hostage. And in Villain’s own apartment! 

Vulnerable and weaponless (another idiotic thing Hero had forgotten about), Hero got out of the shower, dried off, and put on the clean clothes Villain had laid out for them: a cotton shirt, jeans, socks, and a hoodie. There was no way they would indulge Villain’s interest in their nudity. Newly clothed, they made their way out into the kitchen, where Villain was sitting at the dinner table. Strangely, the table was lavishly set with two plates of food. Hero would have almost found it inviting if not for the empty chair complete with wrist restraints, a strap across the middle, and the newly sharpened knife idly laying in Villain’s grasp. 

“Happy first kidnapping, darling!” Villain said, raising a glass. 

“What the hell is this?” Hero asked, heart pounding in their temples.

“It’s our first time, so I wanted to make it special. Tonight is going to be fun. For me, at least. Now sit down before it gets cold.”

Despite the ever-growing fear tightening in their chest, Hero rolled their eyes before trudging to the seat, seeing no way out. Villain’s thin lips curled into a grin. 

“I’ve been waiting so long for this.”

[the-broken-pen]

The hero was getting blood all over the villains nice jacket.

“I’m sorry about the blood—“ they murmured, and the villain hushed them.

“We’re almost there. Just—just stay still, okay?”

If the hero didn’t know better, they’d say the villain almost sounded afraid.

“It’s okay. M’fine.”

The villain breathed a harsh laugh, cradling the hero to their chest as they walked.

“Yes, you certainly look fine bleeding everywhere.”

There was that tone again. The hero frowned. The villain had never used that tone, especially not with them, and they had no idea what it was—

They barged into the villains apartment, as the hero realized the villain was concerned.

Oh.

The villain set them down on a couch, gently, but the hero still flinched. The villain apologized, soft and gentle, and ran their hand over the wound, assessing the damage.

The villains face went carefully blank.

The hero’s head spun, just a little, and they closed their eyes to fight it off. A moment later, they opened them to find the villain wrapping their side.

Their eyebrows crinkled.

“You—when did you get those?” Their voice cracked.

The villain looked up at them.

“Just a minute ago. You passed out,” they said calmly.

Their fingers continued deftly wrapping the bandage on the hero’s side.

“Wait. Why are you,” the hero grit their teeth as the villain brushed against the wound. “Why are you helping me.”

The villain laughed.

“For someone so observant, you miss a lot of things.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

The villain shook their head.

“I knew you were a bit obtuse, but darling, really. Work with me.”

They tied off the bandages, helping the hero sit up against the arm of the couch. The villain held their gaze, cool and collected and concerned, all at once.

“Your powers stem from emotions, yes?”

The hero nodded, once.

“So positive emotions make you stronger. They can heal you, right?”

The hero had tried to keep that bit of information under wraps. Not only could they heal themselves if they were happy, they could heal anyone. They didn’t want to end up some tool to be used in some military stronghold. Still, they healed civilians when no one was looking.

If they were mad, though? They could destroy anything, tear concrete in half, send metal into dust.

The hero cleared their throat. “Yes. Positive emotions can heal me. Not feeling super happy right now, so I’ll get back to you on that—“

The villain sat back on their heels.

“Do you trust me?”

The hero blinked at them. They were ready to give them some bullshit answer about how they could never trust the villain and never would; but that wasn’t true. The villain had saved them, more times than they could count.

And between the agency and the villain? Well, the hero knew who they would choose.

“Yes,” they said hesitantly, and the villain kissed them.

Warmth flooded them, and they reached for the villain, tugging them closer, and the villain smiled against their mouth.

The wound on their side began to close, and the villain felt it. They smiled, pleased with themself, like a cat.

“I give you positive emotions, huh,” they said, still grinning.

“For someone so observant, you can be so obtuse—“ the villain kissed them, again, to get them to shut up. This time, the hero smiled.

The wound closed further.

“I didn’t know you liked me,” the hero murmured.”

“I tolerate you. I just happen to hate everyone else.”

The hero laughed, side twinging with pain.

The villain checked the half closed wound, then turned back to the hero.

“Kiss it better?”

The villain rolled their eyes.

This time, when the villain kissed them, the hero didn’t let them stop.

[b0nelessdoodles]

i keep thinking im gonna like actually finish these but that ain't happening so have some gay people

[iphyslitterator]

wip wednesday

tagged by @setmeatopthepyre; here's some Union AU

"Good morning," Tommy calls out distractedly when he hears the front door open. Evan pokes his head into the bedroom a few moments later, and Tommy looks up and smiles at him. Evan looks good - gym clothes but freshly showered, very biteable arms on display - even if there's a frown tugging at his lips.

"Is that stuff for my case?" he asks, gesturing at the laptop and neat stacks of documents arrayed around Tommy where he sits cross-legged on the bed.

"Yup. It's coming together," Tommy says, then bites back any enthusiasm because Evan doesn't want to hear the details.

"Shouldn't you be at a table?" Evan asks, drifting closer.

"But I wanted to be in bed when you got here," Tommy says, Evan's lips finally quirking up as he gets in range for Tommy to snag his wrist and tug him into a kiss. Evan laces their fingers together and brings his other hand to Tommy's jaw, gentle, as one kiss melts into three, five, uncountable.

Eventually they (carefully) move Tommy's papers to the floor and Evan climbs onto the bed. "You're home all day, right?" Evan asks as he curls into Tommy's side.

"Yeah," Tommy confirms, burying his fingers in Evan's hair. "You okay?"

Evan's quiet for a while. "I just can't believe we're here, you know?" he says finally, and Tommy smiles and opens his mouth to say Me too, when Evan goes on, "In three days I'm going to accuse Bobby of discrimination in front of a judge. How did I get here?" He sounds lost, and Tommy's smile dies away.

"Arbitrator," he says.

"Yeah, that."

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