#answers soldier

[chalkrub]

do you think it’s a friendly wolf

#my art #werewolf #anthro #furry #wolf #oc #els #illustration #the answer is NO but we should also remember looks can be deceiving #guys i accidentally started buying pokemon cards again. i'm never going to financially recover from this #but have you seen the crown zenith subset with full art cards of underappreciated pokemon....did you see....I NEED it #i haven't brought ANY cards since early sun/moon and even then it was just a little collector's box because i wanted the arceus pin/promo #please god forgive me for spending money on pokemon cards again PLEASE #i'm your weakest soldier anud i require your strongest card pulls so i can get simisear vstar thank you amen #and also bibarel thievul lumineon and miltank thank you amen #GRAAAAAGAGHHH WHY DID I SPEND SO MUCH MONEY ON PIECES OF CARD I'M NOT RIGHT IN THE HEAD!!!! #monster art

[zepskies]

Playing with Soldier boys hair headcanons?

Oooh good one, because I have thoughts and feelings about this. 😂

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader Word Count: 300

Headcanon: Playing with Soldier Boy's hair.

You can't help it. You love playing with Ben's hair, as much as he lets you.

Which is often, because he secretly loves it.

Even if he won't admit it, Ben sometimes craves the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. In his defense, you have gentle hands.

For you, it's because his hair is soft, and all too "sweepable," and you often brush the strands away from his eyes.

Especially during lazy moments lying in bed, or canoodled on the couch, or even during more intimate moments.

During sex, the brush of your hand through his hair is a simple thing that sometimes draws his eyes to your face, or secretly has him reveling in your softer touch. It's a contrast to his roughness, and sometimes reminds him to be a bit more gentle.

Other times, you'll lay against his chest, letting the rise and fall of his breath move you. And you'll unconsciously reach up to toy with the soft ends of his hair.

Or he'll occasionally allow himself to lay in your lap while you have your way.

For Ben, he's at his most relaxed when he feels the gentle sweep of your fingers -- in his hair, massaging his head, stroking his face or his neck.

It's gotten to the point where you do it almost absently, out of habit.

Sometimes he even falls asleep at your ministrations.

But he's also very aware of your touch. In general, he's all too self-aware when it comes to people touching him, drawing within his personal space. (A consequence of his time in Russia, though he doesn't acknowledge it.)

You don't even realize this, but you're helping him just with your calming touch. It comforts both of you, if in different ways.

Still, it's a small thing that connects you and Ben on a deeper level of intimacy, greater than either of you realize.

AN: 🥹 Ahh, I am soft. I'm such a sap, aren't I? lol

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[yingxtkm]

Last request! Can we please see the “I’m not a cyborg” hug with Sephi and Glenn? 😭😭

YES! LOL I actually wanted to draw this when the scene was first released but I forgot about it, so thank you for requesting this ✨ Ending off this doodle request series with some emotional damage 😎

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

So sidekick is like the protective younger sibling (or younger sibling figure) of hero and they find out their older sibling is having a thing with the villain so they go and confront the villain and is all like “you don’t deserve to date my big sibling you sick, nasty villain”

But then villain pulls out the reverse uno card and is all like “oh please as if i don’t know you’re secretly seeing my henchman at the club every Friday night 🤨” then sidekick is like “😦😦they’re your HENCHMAN?-“

“I swear, if you touch them—”

“Oh please, they beg me for it.” They took a sip of their drink and leaned back, satisfied by the entertainment the sidekick gave them.

They were a lot like the hero, the villain realised. An angrier and smaller version of their nemesis.

“Ugh. Ew. Argh— I mean it, if you hurt them, you’re done.” The sidekick raised their finger but the villain couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you gonna do? Uninvite me to your birthday party?”

“You—”

In a sense, it put the villain’s mind at ease. To know that someone was there who was just as worried, just as protective over the hero was comforting. The hero needed to be protected with all their hot-headedness and impulsive decisions.

They could get into a lot of trouble, into a lot of fights. The villain had seen the scars.

“Listen, kid. You’re worried. But I promise, I don’t have any ill intentions.” They tapped their fingers against their glass.

The villain couldn’t get their mind off the hero. It was an actual problem at this point. It was more than a crush, more than dating. The villain was so helplessly devoted they found themselves pathetic.

A few months prior, they would’ve loathed this. But it was easy to forget everything when the hero’s hand was on their arm. When their fingers intertwined. When the hero held onto them when they got scared.

“Sorry, but I don’t exactly trust a villain. Do you think I’m dumb?”

“No. You’re clever and that’s why you’re going to believe me,” the villain said. “If I wanted them dead, they would be. Instead, I am stitching them back together.”

“That’s my job.”

“It shouldn’t be. You’re a kid.”

“I’ve been taking care of them my entire life.”

The villain tilted their head, smiling sadly.

“And that’s rather sad, don’t you think? The amounts of blood you’ve seen, the variety of wounds someone can endure — no child should see something like that.”

This time, the sidekick didn’t say anything, they just stared at the villain’s desk rather angrily. It was frustrating, the villain was fully aware of that.

It must’ve been difficult for the sidekick to realise something was changing, that their role as a caretaker was shifting. It must’ve been difficult not to feel replaced.

“I know you don’t agree with my methods. Neither does my lover. But I can promise you to take care of them, whatever it takes. You don’t have to carry this burden anymore.”

“It’s not a burden,” the sidekick snapped and the villain realised that the sidekick could’ve become a villain easily. They were angry and didn’t know how to handle that anger. They were frustrated and didn’t know how to express it. If they had been around the wrong people at the wrong time, they would’ve made a perfect victim of manipulation.

The villain wasn’t going to let that happen.

“They talk about you all the time,” the villain said. “Brag about your grades and awards.”

The sidekick looked up, eyes wide.

“What?”

“Oh, yeah. You play the violin, don’t you? And you’ve been obsessed with this new video game, aren’t you?”

The sidekick nodded. Suddenly, they seemed a little embarrassed.

“But you also get into a lot of trouble at school. Can’t stand bullies?”

The sidekick shook their head.

“They couldn’t be more proud,” the villain said. For a second, all was quiet. The villain was reminded of a lost childhood, of tears and fear. Of feeling alone, of losing everything. “Listen. They love you more than anything and I cannot change that, even if I wanted to. And I don’t. I guess I am trying to say that there’s two people now who can protect them. Plus, they’re not completely helpless.”

Now, the sidekick smiled softly.

“They’re stupid, though.”

“Oh, totally,” the villain agreed.

“They need me.”

“You need them just as much. They can’t give you that when they’re exhausted and need stitches all the time.”

“…I guess you have a point.” The sidekick let out a big sigh and rubbed their face with their hands. And that was the moment the villain knew they had changed their mind. It wasn’t easy to let go of habits and the villain was fully aware that this wasn’t over, that the sidekick would try to slip back into their role every now and then.

But this was a great start. That kid needed more free time.

“I always do.” The villain grinned. “They’re in good hands, don’t worry. I’ll take over the bloody parts and the tears, you do the video games and laundry fights, alright?”

“Ugh. Fine. That doesn’t mean I like you,” the sidekick said. They stood up, false annoyance all over them.

“Mmm, don’t worry. That’ll kick in later. Now get lost, don’t you have a science project or something to take care of?”

“You’re so annoying.” They were heading for the door but the villain had one last sideswipe. They couldn’t help themselves.

“Oh, tell my henchman to do their work on time when you see them tomorrow, will you?” They tried not to smile when the sidekick turned around.

“Excuse me?” The villain stood up, walked around the table.

“Tomorrow at the club, I mean. I’ve heard you’re quite the wildcards together.”

“Hey, what do you mean, your henchman?”

“Just try not to devour each other in front of other people, I don’t want to hear anything about that.”

The villain gave them a smile and pushed them gently out of the room.

“Woah, wait, hey—”

“Bye bye.” They closed the door of their office with a cheery demeanour. They’d always been a sucker for a little drama.

pt. 2

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[badlydrawnmercs]

Tf2 sex update when???

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #teamfortress2 #badlydrawnmercs #modsniper #badly answered asks #team fortress two #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #soldier #pyro #mediiiicc they're giving handies on the control point again

[post-it-notes7]

a common occurrence

#meta knight #kirby right back at ya #sir falspar #galaxy soldier army #post's art gallery #falspar's not getting answers anytime soon #thus began the list of things meta knight Just Does

[zarla-s]

I really hope that book isn't from the library, otherwise Gaster is gonna have to pay a fine for the water damage

that book is the real victim here

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[lokislittlemidgardian]

Hey ria could we possibly get something with winter soldier bucky where hes still at hydra and one of the new people that hydra had taken is a little and she’s scared and Bucky comforts her and becomes her cg, if not that okay💝

Soldats princess

Content - age regression, cg!winter soldier, swearing, violence, kidnapping (its hydra), comfort, needles, angst, fluff, lots of Russian, sort toys, not proofread, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - after being kidnapped by hydra the winter soldier saves you from fighting.

Authors note - that was a terribly written summary but I can’t think of any other way to describe it, I really enjoyed writing this should I make it an au? Reblogs are greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy <3

Translations = derzhi yeye na meste = keep her still, ty, vstavay pora trenirovat'sya = you, get up it’s time to train, soldat, ty v poryadke = soldier, are you okay?, soldat = soldier, otpusti devushku, ona budet bespolezna dlya vas = let the girl go, she will be useless to you, kakaya u tebya oderzhimost' soldat = what is your obsession soldier, ona moya = she is mine, tvoy bezopasnyy malen'kiy golubka = your safe little dove, golubka = dove.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” You screamed at the top of your lungs at the agents strapping you down to the medical bed.

You couldn’t remember much about how you got here. You were sitting on your sofa with a glass of wine before falling asleep and then you woke up in a white van.

You would give anything to be back in your small apartment right now.

“derzhi yeye na meste” you heard one of the agents shout out, you did everything you could but you couldn’t avoid the inevitable when you felt the large needle go into your neck.

The next thing you knew you were out.

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Bucky was woken up to the sound of screaming and swearing coming from the medical room, he didn’t recognise the voice it must be new.

Many cryptic thoughts ran through his head for the next minutes before he was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of silence.

Silence was what distracted him now, there was always screaming but never silence.

A few minutes later he saw one of the female agents walking over to the cell that was opposite him with a girl in her arms, she was beautiful.

He watched her roughly throw you onto the creaky mattress and walk out locking the large bars behind her.

At least he wouldn’t be looking at an empty cell now.

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“ty, vstavay pora trenirovat'sya” the colonel addressed you while the other soldiers were on the floor training “fuck off” you said spitefully glowering at the cruel man looking down at you.

A few minutes later you were escorted out of the room with a large cut across your arm.

Settling down in your cell later that night you were examining your poorly wrapped and treated arm feeling the tears flow down your face since the first time you got there.

You just wanted to be home, you wanted your family and your friends back.

The worst thing was you were beginning to understand the insults they would throw at you, not because anybody told you just because you would get them every spare moment of the day.

You didn’t know how much more you could take.

Scooting up against the peeling wall you pulled your bedsheets up to your chest trying to resemble on of your old soft toys only making you cry harder at the loss.

You were so lost in your sorrow that you didn’t see the strong man standing at the bars of your cell.

“soldat, ty v poryadke?” A mysterious voice called out only making you more frustrated “why doesn’t anyone speak English, I don’t know what your fucking saying!” You shouted through tears banging your head against the wall.

“I can speak English if you’d prefer it” the man said calmly in an accent that strongly resembled American but had gone under the influence of many years in this dreadful facility.

“I’m sorry for shouting” you whimpered thinking you were in for another punishment, you wanted one of your arms to not hurt at the end of the day.

“It’s alright” he said eyeing you warily, he hadn’t seen someone this vulnerable in many many years.

Your mind was completely broken at the reassurance you hadn’t heard in months and you entered your age regressed mindset unprovoked.

Desperately trying to stop yourself from shaking you looked up at the tall man who was talking to you “please help me I don’t wanna be here anymore” you sobbed.

The soldier didn’t know what was happening, but he was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to take care of you.

“Stay there” he said firmly before walking out to find the colonel. He was sitting at a waterlogged wooden desk working on paperwork, alone.

“Soldat?” He didn’t get a second word in before the soldier pinned him against the wall by his neck “otpusti devushku, ona budet bespolezna dlya vas” “kakaya u tebya oderzhimost' soldat” the colonel asked breathlessly as the metal hand tightened against his throat.

“ona moya” he said lowly eyeing the cowering man in front of him, after a few seconds he signaled to one the guards to open your cell door.

Hearing the patter of your feet he walked over to you and possessively put his arms around you “tvoy bezopasnyy malen'kiy golubka”

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You were waiting in the cold cell waiting for Bucky to come back from a mission like you so often did except this time you were more vulnerable because you were feeling little.

You always missed the soldier when he was gone but it was extremely enhanced at the moment, you were going through a stage when you were little almost everyday and with him gone you felt very alone and scared.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the loud sound of the iron bars of the cell were opened an agent roughly throwing the large man in.

“Be gentle” you shouted with a frown at the agent resulting in an eye roll before they locked the cell and walked away “I’m alright little soldier” he said protectively pulling you into his chest.

The two of you stood in silence for a few minutes before be placed you onto your uncomfortable cot bed that was pressed against his “I have something for you” he said reaching into his bulletproof vest.

He pulled out a slightly squashed soft toy out and fluffed it back up before giving it to you. It was a grey rabbit with soft but slightly shaggy fur and it had shiny black eyes.

You had gone so long without a soft toy you almost cried on the spot “thank you” you said brightly stroking the soft fur delicacy making the soldier smile out of the corner of his mouth.

You made him feel like he had a purpose like he was surviving for someone something he hadn’t felt in years.

Sitting up against the peeling wall he pulled you into his side stroking your hair gently as to not hurt you “go to sleep golubka, I’ve got you your safe”

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[espinosaurusrexex]

Can I ask about Bucky x reader? Where Bucky is hurt during mission and readers are hesitant to hug him, and he said "I'm hurting doll, please don't make me beg"

Bucky gets hurt on a mission

a/n: here's a small piece of imagination for this beautiful request 💗

word count: exactly 600

warnings: mentions of injuries, hurt/comfort, just super fluffy, Bucky being a needy cuddle bear

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ｡✭･ﾟ

“Bucky!” You gasped with your hand on your chest. “What happened?” 

Your fingers reached out to touch him but retracted just before they connected to his scratched-up cheek. You didn’t want to hurt him more by touching his wounds, though your fingers itched to feel him benath them. 

“Oh, god. Are you hurting?” Tears threatened to spill on your cheeks when you watched his jaw clench. 

“I could be better,” the banged-up super soldier pressed past his teeth, biting his tongue when he moved his arm a little too fast for the injury he had yet to reveal to you. 

“What can I do- I don’t- I-“ you paced around him, attempting to reach for supplies, then halting mid-motion and doing it all over again.

Bucky just watched as your hands inched toward him just to pull back before actually stroking over his head or shoulder. He sighed with a heavy heart, just wanting to pull you into a tight hug, but he knew his body wouldn’t allow him to. 

“Water, can I get you water? When is the nurse gonna be here? Why is this all taking so long?!” Your eyes flew over his body again, taking in every scratch and bruise, every staggered motion - even though Bucky moved as little as possible. God, you’d never seen him like this and it scared you. 

His round and glassy puppy eyes stared up at you, following your every move and gifting a longing stare to your hands whenever they reached past him. 

You wanted to grab him and hide him under a big blanket, smother him with kisses until he was writhing for air, and then keep him in your arms until every bruise had faded back into the pale shade of his skin. But he was too hurt.

Bucky saw that there was something else bothering you. He could tell by the way your eyes twitched all over the room, your teeth digging into your lips as if unsure what you were allowed to do and what not. When your hands reached towards him again just to retract for what felt like the hundredth time, his shoulder jerked and he whimpered. Whimpered.

“Oh no, what did I do? Where does it hurt?” He watched as you fell to your knees before him, still hesitant to touch his legs as you stared up at him with worry and hurt. 

He released a careful breath as he moved his good arm and touched your cheek - just below your shiny eyes. 

“I’m already hurting, doll, please don’t make me beg,” he smiled, cautious not to deepen the cut in his lip that was already burning with the small movement. 

“I’m scared it’ll make it worse,” you confessed with a whisper that pulled a short-lived chuckle from Bucky’s chest. He stopped himself immediately, though, feeling his bruised ribs protest with anger. 

“You could never... everything’s better with you.” 

His heart beat in his chest when you mindfully laid your hands on his knees, pushing yourself off the floor to step between them. The tingle your touch sent through his body worked well to cover the stinging on his skin. And when you pressed your hands into his back and head to draw him into your body, Bucky felt all the tension leave him. 

You felt his smile press into your chest, eyes closed and releasing a long breath, Bucky nuzzled his head into your touch and you smiled contently. 

“That’s better,” he whispered into your shirt, feeling your warmth consume him all over. There was nothing quite like your touch to make him heal.

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[mishapocalyse]

can i request some obsessive Soldier Boy (with female reader), pls? i can't stop thinking about him being obsessed with having a family and after feeling that he lost everything, he meets y/n in The Boys and decides that she's the perfect woman for him and he won't let her go.

All In The Family// I Will Never Stop With You

Description: Soldier Boy loves a good family, yet never had the time to start one. However, when he meets you--that all changes--for better or for worse.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language, sexual innuendos towards Hughie, manhandling.

Note: I love this request. Forever be in my heart.

Nothing could have prepared you for the situation at hand. You, a C class supe working with William Butcher and his rag-tag team of misfit toys. Aside from that, was you were currently being stared down by the one hero you never thought you would ever see outside of a poster.

Soldier Boy.

You had been making dinner for the team, when America's #1 supe had planted himself in one of the kitchen chairs that sat in front of the island counter. Turning your head, you could instantly feel his eyes wandering your figure, practically undressing you from where you were standing in front of the oven.

"Do you need something?" you chirped, a smile stretching across your face.

He returned the smirk, his tongue licking his bottom lip as he bit it, stifling a chuckle that rumbled in his chest.

"Mind grabbing me a cold one from the fridge?"

You nodded, moving from the oven to grab him one of the cold beers from the fridge. Realizing as you fiddled around with the things inside that you guys were all out of beer. You plopped back up onto your feet, shutting the door, swiveling around.

"Hate to break it to you honey, but we are out of beer. I can go by the store later and pick some up." You said with a soft giggle.

Soldier Boy shook his head, again giving you a sweet smile, as he continued to watch you cook.

Little things like this is what kept Soldier Boy going for the most part. The last woman he ever had arrangements with were either dead or hated his guts. But you?

You were nice to him.

He listened to you hum while checking on whatever you were baking in the oven. He slowly moved from his seat towards you, as you bent back up to return to the ingredients in the pan. He gently grasped onto your hips, which earned him a louder squeak.

"What on Earth are you doing? I'm cooking." You sheepishly quipped. His hold on your hips was not at all threatening. Pressing his chest into your back, as he swayed.

"Enjoying the moment." Soldier Boy began as you let him hold you.

This was not the first time he did this. You understood that being in the box for four decades left a person touch starved and lonely. And by knowing what kind of person Soldier Boy was you had to admit he was a bit intimidating at first. However, he was just a man with a shield that needed his attention. By all means, a few hugs were not a problem from time to time.

"Y'know you would make a pretty little housewife." You snorted. Leaning up to look at him.

"Would that make you my husband?" You felt his grip tighten around you.

Soldier Boy had always wanted a family of his own. Yet never had the time to fulfill those worldly desires. The thought of you as his wife, and having a few kids was on his mind. Slowly becoming more and more of an obsession. Though the two of you were not together, him pushing his feelings aside, yet he always thought kindly of you. It was the same problem over and over. He was busy, and didn't have the time. Didn't have the guts to say a word to you. Well, until now.

"Absolutely, sweetheart." He put his chin on top of your head, standing there with you against him. Humming while you cooked.

"Does that mean you like me, Soldier Boy?" You joke, pulling away to set the cooked food onto the counter.

"Like is an understatement." He answered dutifully.

"How so?" You replied, turning around to lean up against the counter with him in front of you.

"Sweetheart, it’s been 40 fucking years since I had anything. Never had the time for shit. But now, out of the box, out of whatever fucking mess the Brit and his team of fuckwads have me doing. With Homelander missing...I can slow down and take the time to see that you are one hell of a woman." He raised up a gloved hand to press against your cheek.

"That is sweet and all, Soldier Boy. Do you really think I'm all that? I mean, I am nothing compared to what you had back then-- I'm just..I just pick up litter in the streets and save kittens from trees." You rubbed your arms looking away from him. His hand still on your cheek, he pulled you back to look at him.

"I only see you." He bent down to press a soft kiss on your cheek, rubbing your shoulders.

"In more ways than one." he whispered into your ear before you playfully slapped at his arms.

"You are so gross." You laughed.

"You love it." He chuckled.

"You're not wrong." You stated, patting the hard textured plate of armor he had strapped to his chest.

Soldier Boy lifted you up onto the counter with ease, toying with the hem of the sundress you were wearing. His thoughts running while with all the seemingly domestic ideas that ran amuck.

"I always had thoughts of us like this." He started, but stopped as he turned his head to stare blankly at something in the corner.

"Thoughts like?" You beckoned for him to finish his statement.

"Of you and I. Getting married, popping out a few kids. Nice house away from everyone." You pulled his face to look at you. And you smiled sadly.

"Soldier Boy. It's a bit too soon to start thinking like that with me." You pushed yourself off of the counter and out of his grip to finish making dinner.

"We hardly know each other. I like you-I do, but thoughts like that...a bit fast don't you think?" Soldier Boy bit the inside of his cheek. Not saying a word.

"I'm sorry if that hurt your feelings." You added.

"None taken." with a curt nod you placed the food for dinner onto the table, walking towards the living room to call for the others. Before you could say anything Soldier Boy stopped you.

"Hey."

You stopped, "Yes?" You asked.

"Maybe you aren't ready now. Or in a couple years, whatever. Just know. You're mine." His tone was dangerously low. You gulped down a bit of spit and nodded.

As Soldier Boy watched you disappear into the living room, he again took his seat at the end of the dining table, crossing his legs and folding his hands, amused by himself and what was to become of his future.

His future life with you and the two kids he always wanted to make.

#soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy the boys #soldier boy is his own warning #the boys #askmishapoc #answered

[loyalshipper]

I need The Mechanisms fan to know about this incredibly out of pocket fact I learned about The Toy Soldier directly from source.

She then followed it up with this, so it is a metal Toy Soldier with a wooden façade so it doesn’t look like wood.

Please do with this information as you will.

#the mechanisms #the mechs #the toy soldier #toy soldier #ms. law please #this is the single most chaotic answer you could hve given while keeping its existence plausible #the wodden man is actually metallic #i’m going insane about this

[zepskies]

Talk to Me

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Summary: Ben had a vivid nightmare last night. You know how he is about his “man feelings.” But you try to get him to open up anyway, before you both lose your tempers.

AN: This was requested by my lovely friend @deans-spinster-witch. It's set in the Break Me Down-verse and is a sequel to the SB imagine below:

See this imagine for context: Ben loses you.

Word Count: 1,600 Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Imagine: You confront Ben about his fears.

“What the fuck is wrong with this cocksucking coffee maker?” Ben snarked.

He bumped the top of it with his hand, so hard you thought he was going to break it.

Your brows furrowed as you shot him a look. It was too early for all that.

“Nothing?” you said. “Worked just fine for me.”

He sported an even grumpier face as the coffee finally poured into his mug.

Something’s wrong, you thought.

Ben was usually quiet in the morning. Relaxed and slow until he’d had his coffee and started his routine, with his newspaper at his favorite lounge chair, then breakfast in the kitchen with you.

You were making pancakes on a griddle, but you were also watching your boyfriend. He wasn’t just quiet. He was downright grouchy and taciturn.

What crawled up his ass? you thought. Though you had your suspicions...

“Breakfast is done,” you called to him.

He eventually joined you, sitting down at the breakfast bar. You served him a mildly enormous stack, and just two pancakes for yourself. In most respects, Ben was still a bottomless pit.

However, after eating the first couple of pancakes in silence, he pushed away from his plate and leaned back in his seat. You held your coffee mug between both hands and eyed him.

“You okay, baby?” you asked, repeating the very words you’d asked him last night.

He glanced at you through surly brows. “Yeah. You can stop asking me that.”

Right, you thought. He’d been twitching in his sleep, muttering, making sounds that had worried you enough to wake him with a gentle hand on his dewy arm. His response had worried you too—that haze of disoriented shock, followed by relief when he recognized your face.

You’d comforted him the best you could after his nightmare, but he hadn’t wanted to talk about it. You knew he wouldn’t now, either. That didn’t stop you from trying.

You set down your mug and soothed a hand up his arm, until your fingers disappeared under his shirt sleeve.

“What’s got you all sunshine and rainbows then, Mr. Grouch?” you lightly teased. “I even made you pancakes. Still waiting on my thank you.”

Ben didn’t want to answer, though he briefly glanced at you. He slurped at his coffee.

You sighed. A tick of annoyance at your brow.

“Okay," you said. "Well, since we had breakfast here, I figured we could go out for lunch later when we get to the city. There’s this amazing deli I could take you to—”

“We’re not going,” Ben said.

You blinked in surprise. Your hand fell away from his shoulder. “What?”

“I’ve got things to do,” he said. And without looking at you, he grabbed his half-full plate and got up to bring it over by the sink. He speared a few pancakes back onto the plate you’d served them up in before dumping his plate into the sink.

At least he was learning something about living with you. Now, if he really wanted to impress you, he'd wash that damn dish.

But for now, you wanted answers more than you wanted clean plates. You slowly got up out of your chair and went to him. You tried your best not to be accusatory when you asked your next questions.

“What do you mean? What do you have to do?”

He didn’t seem to want to answer you. Or maybe, he didn’t have a good answer, because he was fucking lying.

You laid a hand on his arm. “Ben. I need you to talk to me right now, because this is our first day off together in weeks. You know this was supposed to be our day. So you’d better have a damn good reason.”

He frowned angrily down at you. “We’re not going because I fucking said so. That’s all you need to know.”

You glared back at him, standing your ground.

You raised a brow. “That’s not good enough with me, and you know it. But if that’s how you’re going to be about it, I’ll call Annie and make it a girls’ day.”

You turned on your heel to walk away, but an iron hand grabbed your wrist. Holding back a wince, you frowned at Ben over your shoulder. His face was tight with irritation.

“You’re not going any-damn-where,” he snapped.

“You better let me go, right now,” your temper snapped right back.

This man was protective, but he had never been this bad. Not even after you got out of the hospital after Vought Tower collapsed. Granted, you’d been fully healed. He’d never outright tried to forbid you from leaving the house though.  

“What the hell is your problem?” you said.

He didn’t want to let you go, but after a beat, he released you. His frown deepened when you had to rub the ache out of your wrist.

He hadn’t meant to grip you that hard. Part of him relented…but then it firmed back up, when he remembered last night. The images were still filtering through his mind on a loop.

The alley, the blood slipping through his fingers, your pale, cold cheek, and lifeless eyes staring up at him.

“There’s something we need to discuss,” he said gruffly.

You tilted your head at him. Your face was tight and angry now, but you still followed him into the living room. You sat down together on the couch, and with crossed arms, you waited for him to speak.

His elbow rested on his knee while his hand swept over his mouth and beard. Then his gaze slid over to yours.

“You need to take Compound V,” he said.

To say that shocked you was an understatement. Your eyes widened, and your body went rigid.

“Excuse me?” you said lowly.

“There’s no way around it,” he said. Grit was laced in his voice, but you didn’t care.

“I’ve made myself very clear—”

“And you also said we’d revisit this little chat, so here we are,” Ben retorted. “You need to live in fucking reality. I can’t be with you 24/7. I don’t trust those CIA fucks to wipe their own ass, let alone keep an eye on you. Especially when I’m in the field.”

You just managed to lasso in your temper when you finally realized where this was coming from. You inhaled a couple of calming breaths. Your fingers tapped your knees. You sat up straighter before you turned to him more fully.

Your hand reached out to cover his on his thigh.

“Ben,” you started. Soft and even. “What did you dream last night?”

His face tightened further, his lips pressed into a line. It took him a moment, but eventually he answered.

“Nothing. Doesn’t fucking matter.”

“We both know that it does,” you chided.

When he just maintained his stoic façade, you slid closer to him on the couch. You curled a hand around his bicep and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

You looked up at him.

He didn’t want to break.

You just waited until the green of his eyes met yours.

“Hey. It’s just me,” you said softly. “Talk to me.”

His brows knit together, slightly. His jaw clenched and twitched under his skin.

“I lost you,” he said.

Admitting to that was like admitting that his uniform was a lie; that he had no fear. That he was invulnerable. That he was a god in human form.

But you had become the last human part of him. To lose that would be to lose everything again, worse than 1984.

Somehow, you’d become his reason…for most things. He didn’t think you realized it, nor would he allow himself to tell you.

His eyes closed when you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You let your fingers sift through his hair, brushing it back and away from his forehead.

“Do you know why I want to stay normal?” you asked. "Albeit fragile and breakable."

He didn’t answer, but his eyes silently asked for one.

“Because I want to stay myself,” you said. “Power corrupts, and there’s a big chance I wouldn’t be the woman you loved anymore if I injected that shit into my veins.”

Ben frowned. He hadn’t considered that…but he still felt it was a price worth paying.

You moved off the couch and into his lap. He welcomed you with an arm curling around your waist and another moving up your thigh.

Your arms twined around his neck, and you kissed him properly, nice and slow. He tasted like coffee and maple syrup. His hair was soft between your curling fingers.

You parted from him after a while, just to press another comforting kiss to his temple.

“I know what I’m asking of you, and I’m sorry,” you whispered against his skin. “But we’ll figure something else out.”

“How?” he scoffed, his brows furrowing again. “In a few decades—”

“I thought you didn’t mind a few wrinkles,” you teased.

A smirk flickered across his lips. “You know what the fuck I mean.”

“I know,” you nodded. “But we have time. I promise, we’ll figure this out.”

Ben didn’t totally believe you. There was going to come a time where you were going to have to make a choice: between him and your principles.

It wasn’t fair, but that was the reality. Life wasn’t fucking fair.

Until then, maybe he could make one concession.

“If you want…” he said. You leaned back enough to see his face.

He met your gaze. “We can go to dinner later. In the city.”

A slow smile spread across your face.

“But we’re getting a private room,” he warned, squeezing your hips. “And we’re driving there and back. That’s it.”

Your smile warmed further, and kissed the corner of his mouth. You were sure you could convince him to go a Broadway show afterwards, if you plied him in a few key ways...

“I like the idea of a private room,” you said.

His fingers crept up your pajama pants, drifting down between your thighs. His thumb started to stroke warmth through your panties. It had you smiling, sighing, subtly pressing into his hand.

His smirk deepened.

“You do, don’t you?” he said.

You let out a breathy laugh at the change in him. It didn’t take much to get him worked up. So you hugged him close and spoke into his ear all the things you had planned for him tonight.

Before, and after dinner.

AN: Lol I love writing this lovable asshole. 💚 Especially in the BMD-verse.

I have more Dean imagines coming soon! Including a requested sequel to "You are Dean's one exception," in which Sam "crosses the line"... 🫣

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[shoukiko]

hi you know what’s cool? tf2. do you have any equally cool headcanons about any of the characters you want to share?

OH YOU BET I DO!!!!!! Lemme just

*Spits in hands and rubs them together* Lemme just..

My TF2 Headcanons!

I'm just gonna write them down as they pop in my head :3

Scout is really bad at reading, also has really bad hand writing.

Borderline chicken scratch, disgusting!!!

Pyro actually understands what they're doing, they just reallllyyyy don't care and don't see what's wrong with it.

My unhinged pookie bear.

Medic would love to look at your insides.

He's not shy about it either tbh, fuckin weirdo

Heavy is the biggest softie when it comes to romance.

He melts at physical touch

but like

the good kind

Heavy also really likes to read in his free time, it's what makes him so smart and knowledgable on things.

Soldier would pick random flowers he finds outside just to give them to you.

He also doesn't really know how to put his feelings into words so he just ends up yelling things like "I LOVE YOU" or "YOU ARE NICE TO LOOK AT TODAY"

Spy is the type to give you handwritten notes on holidays with a nice wine.

He has cursive handwriting, very very elegant.

Soldier would give handwritten notes too, but...they aren't that elegant

"I think you aren't annoying to be around"

Engineer would play his guitar for you, like alone. You can be in your room and he would sit on your bed and play for you, maybe even sing.

He's a really good singer. Like almost Luke Bryan level

Yes I like Luke Bryan

Engy would be that one dude who asks you to hold the light while he works, then get mad at you when you're doing it wrong.

Demoman has dreads, I do not make the rules.

He's also a jewelry man when he's ot working

He wears rings and necklaces. Very pretty hands tbh

I also like to think he's very stylish when he's not wearing the uniform.

He's not always an asshole either, it's just the alcohol, he can be poliite if needed, but then he wishes he had something to drink.

Snipers RV smells, it just has to.

One day you get so tired of it that you clean it yourself because he keeps forgetting.

He realizes how much better it is, forgets how longs it's been and is really grateful

You'd teach him how to at least keep up after himself and he actually gets better at it.

He still pisses in jars tho...

Spy looooves shoulder rubs, he'd fall asleep if you did it to him.

Bro is pretty fit under that suit, like you'd be surprised by his physique.

I will stop here! If you guys want more please let me know! I have to get to my other asks so I must finish.

#tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 pyro #tf2 heavy #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 x reader #team fortress #tf2 imagines #shoukiko #tf2 headcanons #headcanons #answered #answered asks

[mandiemegatron]

Eee!! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

I'm excited ur taking requests!! Would you be able to do a cute n fluffy little killer x reader? Say... A soft intimate moment alone; maybe something about how big his hands are, and the way they would so perfectly wrap around the one he loves so safely, so securely. 🫣 You know, hands that can kill yet choose so be so gentle. 💕

HI CIN BABBYYY !!! Thank you SO much for asking for something Killer, I've been wanting to write something for him for ages and now you've given me a reason to 😭😭😭🤲🤲🤲

I hope this is okay !! Thank you for everything, love you and hope you enjoy !! 🤭🤭💖💖

『 𝙸𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 』

𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙶/𝙽 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝚃 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝.

No beta, we die like men 💪

It never ceased to amaze you how gentle Killer was with you.

Hands that could rip a man's head clean from his body held you with the utmost tenderness, the power in his grip never more than what you could handle.

Watching him crush pirates left and right with a cheerful cackle always sent shivers over your skin, sometimes distracting you from your own fight as you sliced men down.

It was the moments at night that reminded you just how gentle this giant could be, cradling your body to his as if you were made of porcelain. You weren't small or dainty; you were hardy and fit in your own way, your skin scarred and full of stretch marks, but every time, Killer would trace your flesh with the softest touch.

You'd had to beg him many times while being intimate for him to let loose, to let his inhibitions run wild as he devoured you whole, but he never gave in, always clenching his teeth and hissing through them as he made love to you. He would bury his face in your neck, breathing you in and murmuring promises of protecting you and loving you for the rest of his life.

Tonight was no different.

Breathing heavily, you laid half on his body, your face smushed into his chest as he held you to him almost too tight, one of his hands wrapped around your bark and arms, keeping you to him while the other ran thick fingers through your hair. You traced idle shapes over his massive chest with a tired hand, watching with half lidded eyes as he moved his hand from your hair to lift your hand to his lips, pressing kiss after kiss to your skin.

“Kil…”

There's a soft hum from the man, his mind still wandering as he continues to kiss your hand.

“... Killer.”

Finally, he gives you a side-eyed glance for less than a moment before letting his eyes close again.

“Yes, my love?”

You frown slightly, shifting your body so you're resting over top of him, your face hovering over his as you stare him down. His arm moves from your shoulder to your waist as he tries to fight the slow grin that rises but is unable to, giving a dramatic sigh as he snaps his eyes open to give you a mocking look in return.

"Yes?” He presses again, raising an eyebrow at the expression on your face. You continue to stare down at him for a few moments before finally asking,

“Why are you so afraid to get rough with me?”

Killer freezes under you, his eyes slowly reopening to stare up at you as his thoughts begin to race. His mouth opens to respond, but nothing comes out, just a mildly choked sound that barely escapes his throat.

You tilt your head slightly, brows furrowing as you continue,

“Do you think you'll hurt me or something?”

“Of course I do.”

His response nearly cuts you off, worry and anxiety laced in his words as you stare at each other. You felt your heart sink slowly as you murmur sadly,

“... do you think I'm weak?”

Killer sits up so fast that he almost flings you off him, if not for his grip around your waist. You give a sound of surprise, clinging to his shoulders as he sits you in his naked lap.

“Never in a million years would I think so lowly of you,” he barely gets out, holding your hips tightly in his massive hands, his thumbs rubbing small circles into your flesh. “Never would I think that you're weak. I just…”

You wait patiently for him to keep going, your hands slowly rubbing up and down his forearms tenderly.

“... I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

You hummed softly at his words, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his as you asked,

“Not even if I wanted you to hurt me?”

He pulled away to gawk at you, horrified conviction across his face as he snapped,

"Are you insane? What kind of person would want that?"

You shrugged, glancing to the side before murmuring,

“I would, if it's you. I trust you,” You looked back to him as you continued, “I love you, but you act like I'm made of glass, as if you'd shatter me into a million pieces if you fucked me too hard.”

Killer simply stares, blinking a few times as he mulled over your words. You took his silence as rejection, giving a soft sigh as you tried to reason with him.

“I love you, regardless. I just… I don't know, sometimes I just… want more. I love being with you, and being intimate with you is something I'll never take for granted, I just wish you trusted yourself the way I trust you.”

Killer remains silent, his hands still caressing your hips as he takes in your plea. He gives a heavy sigh before leaning in and capturing your lips in his, only pulling away to murmur,

“I love you.”

You gave him a warm smile in return, kissing him back and clinging to him as he wraps you in his arms, your bare front pressing into his.

“... maybe one day,” he murmurs into your throat, pressing a few kisses to your neck as his hands run up and down your back lovingly.

You grin into his shoulder, humming in agreement as you comment softly,

“Maybe one day.”

#mandies mumbles ; fanfics #massacre soldier killer #killer op #one piece killer #killer x reader #YIPPEEE !!! #we love him 🤭🤭💖💖 #smooching the big man #i hope you enjoyed cin !! 🤭🤭💖💖💖 #ok to rb #answered ask #one piece #IF U SEE ANY MISTAKES.... NO TF U DONT 💖💖

[badlydrawnmercs]

Moos, Muuse, or Moose?

Pick.

Canadians

#badlydrawnmercs #tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress two #modsoldier #tf2 scout #scout #tf2 soldier #soldier #badly answered asks

[sugarpasteltmnt]

pspsps-- i see all your beautiful art and wonderful messages and asks and i promise i'll get around to them; i am just slow and dealing with intense work shenanigans rn ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )

#i promise i'm not ignoring you guys i'm just slow and eepy ;w; #pizza supreme's silliest soldier over here dealing with The Madness #thanks for your patience ;w; #also some of you were too close to the mark to certain plot points so low key can't answer those LOL #pastel prattling