#self indulgent cuddle fluff

[hotmessmaxpress]

Rosquez a/b/o au, part ??

Today fucking sucked but I’m too anxious to sleep, so here’s some wildly self-indulgent pack cuddles. Nothing happens- they just snuggle. I'm projecting onto Bezz.

Bezz has had a bad day. A long and varied list of things has gone wrong, and he’s near tears by the time he manages to make his way to the ranch. It’s not a training weekend so most of the pack is probably off working, at their family homes, or off doing various responsibilities. 

Bezz needs his pack, though, so he texted Marc and asked him if he could come over. Marc obviously said yes, and assured him that he’d have a nest ready for him. He promised a movie night in the big cozy pack living room, and Bezz is looking forward to snacking and snuggling with the fellow omega. Vale might even join them; Bezz loves when he gets their combined attention.

When he walks in the house, though, he immediately smells that it’s not just Marc and Vale that are home. 

He sniffles as he steps into the living room, and finds not just Marc, but also Vale, Luca, Pecco, and Cele. They're all moving things around and getting situated as Marc bossily directs them and Vale watches, lazy and proud of his omega.

They turn to look at him as he walks in, and Luca drops the pillow he's holding to stride across the room and wrap Bezz in his arms. Bezz buries his face into the taller man's neck. He doesn’t mean to start crying, but he can’t help it. His shoulders shake with the force of it as he silently sobs against the alpha. 

Luca gently guides him to the couch. Marc has arranged it for maximum pack snuggles; he pushed different pieces of the sectional together to create what is essentially a giant bed. 

Netflix is queued up on the television, and the boys have put together a passable nest at the direction of Marc.

Bezz snuggles up between Marc and Luca, and the others arrange themselves around the three of them. Vale is obviously wrapped up in Marc, and Cele is pressed closely enough to Luca to be able to touch Bezz. Pecco is on Vale's other side, sharing a blanket with him since Marc has already stolen his.

Bezz doesn’t really speak and he doesn’t give a shit about what movie they watch, but he enjoys listening to Cele argue with Vale about what to watch. He knows Cele probably doesn’t actually care that much about the movie anyway, he just enjoys arguing with their pack alpha. 

Pecco pipes in just to bother Cele, who then makes a dramatic announcement about being the least favorite member of the pack. Bezz has to crawl over Luca for a moment to kiss Cele’s face and scent him before he starts to actually get upset. 

The pack calms down after that, getting comfortable in the blankets and pillows. 

Bezz rests with his head on Luca’s chest, breathing in time with him. He has a hand thrown across him to hold Cele’s hand, and Marc is warm and comfortable against his back. 

He feels safe and loved, and at some point in the movie he starts to cry again. He's just overwhelmed by the emotion of the day, and the relief of being held by his pack is too much.

Luca kisses the top of his head, and Cele squeezes his hand. 

“Sorry,” Bezz whispers. 

Marc shushes him gently. “We’ve got you,” he says. 

Bezz doesn’t really watch whatever movie Vale picked. All he needs is the feeling of his pack around him, bickering and complaining and holding him. 

They’re all he needs.

[kvohru]

sweet nothing | s. gojo x reader

in which gojo satoru and the reader cuddle to sleep. they're so in love. was written as a fem reader but im pretty sure it could also be seen as gender neutral!

Lazy days — like today — were your favourite. Those mid-autumn days where the summer heat finally broke and made way for a chilly breeze, and the sky looked a cool white instead of bright blue. The quiet clicking sound of your typing floated through the air in your otherwise quiet room, and along with the faraway sound of the shower running, aided in the creation of a quaint atmosphere.

Time went by, and just as you were finishing up your work on your laptop, you heard the shower turn off, and the distinct creaking of the hinges on your shower cabin door. With an exhausted groan, you decided you'd worked enough for today, and you stood up from your chair, stretching your sore body. Your head pounded as you turned around and walked towards the king-size bed you shared with your boyfriend, and the moment you were close enough, you let your body fall into the bed.

The relief was so acute you couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped your lips, your whole body melting into the Purple mattress your boyfriend convinced you to buy earlier that year. Gosh, who knew your mattress quality would have that big of an effect on your quality of life? Well, Satoru clearly did.

“Hey.” The sound of his voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you tiredly turned your head to the other side to look at him. Satoru, dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a white towel on his shoulders, was shutting the bathroom door, steam escaping through the small crack. “You done?” he asked, lifting the towel around his neck to his hair and quite aggressively drying it.

You had half a mind to remind him how damaging towel fibers were for his hair, but, remembering the fact that his hair remained silky regardless of anything, you forewent the thought.

You didn't respond to his question immediately, your eyes idly roaming over his body from top to bottom. From the wet, white hair that was falling over those brilliant blue eyes of his, to the wide expanse of pale skin and taut muscles. “Hm?” he prompted, movements lithe as he walked to the vanity and uncapped his leave in conditioner — the only hair maintenance product you could convince him to use.

Your eyes automatically followed his movements, now meeting his in the mirror as you adjusted yourself and climbed into bed properly, albeit with no real intention of falling asleep. He seemed to have that effect on you. Like a sunflower turning towards its namesake, no matter where he went, you always gravitated towards him, both consciously and unconsciously.

“Yeah,” you responded eventually and grabbed the fantasy novel you were in the middle of, “there wasn't too much to do, anyway.”

He hummed in response, raking his product-coated hands into his hair before shaking it out. With effort, your eyes slid away from his and focused onto the open book in your lap, and you let yourself be taken away by the intricate world woven by the words of your favourite author.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

A few hours went by, and despite having ‘no real intention of falling asleep’, you fell asleep. Shocker.

It was now a little later in the day, the sun no longer cresting the sky, but rather melting into the horizon, the priorly pale gray sky turning varying shades of purple, pink and orange.

“Babe, do you think—” Satoru started, turning his gaze away from his phone, where he'd been checking his emails, to you, whom he was laying in bed next to, his (still shirtless) body angled towards yours. He had his phone in one hand, while the other was resting over your shoulder, idly playing with the ends of your hair. His question dissolved on his tongue at the sight of you asleep, eyes shut with your lashes fanning over your cheeks and lips ever so slightly parted, making way for soft breaths.

His own lips stretched into an amused grin, dimples etched into his cheeks. “I'm not gonna fall asleep, ’Toru,” he muttered, repeating your words from earlier. “I'm just gonna lay down!” He grabbed the book you had left open on your stomach and slipped the bookmark — that one the two of you had DIYed a few months ago (yes, he has a matching one) — back into it.

He turned the paperback over in his hand, long fingers splayed over the 500-page behemoth. It was by an author he'd seen you read numerous times, that one you had a whole shelf dedicated to. With a hum, he turned to place the book on his bedside table.

He twisted his torso away from you, that innate need for physical closeness to you keeping the rest of his body fixed in its spot. His defined obliques rippled with the motion, and he released a quiet noise from the back of his throat as he stretched to put the book down.

Straining to push it further with his fingers, as soon as Gojo was sure it was a safe distance away from the edge, he turned back to you, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer. Your arms, which were loosely folded in front of your chest, pressed against his hard chest when he pulled you into him, and you instinctively nuzzled closer, drawn by his body heat and the faint smell of his cologne.

He pushed his phone away before resting his hand on your upper back, his thumb rubbing unceasing circles between your shoulder blades, and he reached down to kiss the top of your head. Only lightly, though, he reminded himself, since he didn't want to wake you up.

One kiss turned into two, and he used his unoccupied hand to push away a strand of hair from your face to press his lips to your forehead, before the two kisses turned into three and the three into four.

He pressed another tender kiss to your temple, and you, despite his best efforts at remaining gentle, stirred in his arms, your eyes flitting back and forth underneath your eyelids. He cursed under his breath, mentally chiding himself before brushing a stray curl away from your face and whispering a soft, “Sorry, baby.”

You made a soft humming noise but, thankfully, didn't wake up, only rested your head against his arm. He let himself relax against you, content in watching you sleep while playing with your hair, and eventually, his eyes fell closed and he drifted off with the feeling of your soft, warm skin against his.

Man, lazy days were his favourite.

[sneakyneth]

Poly 141 x gn!reader

The guys come back early from a mission and find you stressed over work

They were exhausted as always it doesn't matter how many missions they went over it never gets easier but they managed to get back earlier and were excited to see you, to surprise you.

Once they got to the apartment they expected to see you in the sofa watching some TV shows o scrolling through your phone but they only found an empty living room, they got their boots off in the entry and went looking for you in the room, maybe you were already sleep after all it was kinda late, but you weren't there so they went to your office.

The apartment only had 2 rooms, the main room were all of you slept and your office since you worked mostly from home, but they had a sofa for when they wanted to be around you while you were working and there you were in front of your computer clearly stressed with multiple mugs (probably coffee) around you.

They were gonna come in but you let out an angry grunt "why it isn't working, why can't I make it work?! Aaaaagh" you pick up the phone probably looking at the time "ugh I should go to sleep but I have to finish this quickly!!! The guys will come back soon and I have to prepare everything!!!" They always found endearing when you talked to yourself mumbling thoughts or songs and when you thought you were alone it helps them to know what you're thinking and now it's obvious that you were under a lot of pressure probably because of the work you were doing since the apartment wasn't really messy nothing that you couldn't fix in less than a hour but they knew you wanted to receive them in a clean house and food ready like you always do.

They entered the room and once they were on your back you turned around scared obviously not expecting anyone but once you saw it was them, your boys, you jumped on their arms immediately they surrounded you in a much needed hug, "I thought you would come back in a couple days" "we managed to finish early" you tried to apologize for not having anything ready but they diminished that, said that they understood that you also had a job that was time consuming, they offered you to go to bed now not only because they really needed to feel you but also because it was obvious you haven't slept well in their absence.

It didn't take long for you to accept, you were stressed and your work wasn't finished but you were so tired and you missed them so much, once you got in the bedroom you took turns to take a shower and later put on some soft pj's all of you got on the bed and after kissing everyone good night you fell asleep in seconds now having your boys with you and feeling there heat, hearing their hearts when you rested you head in their chest you felt like in heaven.

Not used at writing sorry if it's garbage

[sweetpupii]

wanna be on this absolute unit of a man's lap while we cuddle, face buried on his shoulder ( his clothes probably smell like shit bc of whatever thing he smokes but that's alright ♡♡ ), scratching his beard as he pats my back and talks about his day til I fall asleep... sigh.

[projectbluearcadia]

[ NSFW | Minors DNI ]

Wordcount - 806

The Price for Cuddles

Con: Men are ready for sex at the drop of a hat.

Pro: Men are ready for sex at the drop of a hat.

CW: Slightly implied somno, some light thigh smacking

Coming into his room with a pillow in hand, the whites of my eyes lined with telltale red threads, my hair rumpled and messy from tossing around.

"Again?" is the question on his lips, a playful smile written on his face. "Can't you sleep without me for one night?"

"Apparently not," I grumble, and Lucifer beckons me closer to him as he flaps his blanket up as an offering. Only too happily, I accept such an offer and settle next to him, where he kisses my cheek.

"And what position would the spoiled princess like tonight?" he teases, and I glare at him for the stupid nickname.

"Just spoon me, Dickus." He chuckles before he humors me, laying down on his side and patting the spot next to him, reaching his other arm out. I smile a little at the sight before I settle myself into his arms, and Lucifer hugs me tight to his body, kissing the back of my head.

"Better?" he murmurs, and I close my eyes as I lean into the touch.

"Better," I agree, and I start to drift in and out of consciousness as his warmth and security leaks into my system, telling it to relax and shut down.

Lucifer's system, however, disagrees.

His lips tickle my neck, and I already know what's coming as he plants lazy kisses on the skin, one of his hands drifting to wrap around my breast. Something behind me steadily gets harder against my lower back, and I softly groan.

"What?" he whispers in amusement. "Go to sleep, darling." Even as he's saying that, his other hand slips into my pajamas, his fingers rubbing me over my panties.

"You expect me to sleep when that thing is poking at me?" I snort, and Lucifer lightly bites my ear.

"Yes; it's just something hard pressing against you, honey," he chuckles, even as he grinds against me. "Something that might slip between your legs in a few minutes." His fingers drift inside my underwear, and I let out a soft moan.

"Why are you always horny when I want to cuddle?" I half-complain.

"Oh, please, like you're some kind of saint. You're already getting soaked."

"Am not," I object, only for Lucifer to bring his shiny fingers up to eye level.

"Oh really?" I mewl as his fingers push their way into my mouth. "And I suppose this is just water? Why don't you suck it off my fingers and tell me how it tastes?" Despite the fact that I hate the taste, I close my lips around his fingers and suck them wantonly, squeezing my legs together eagerly as he obligingly thrusts them back and forth before taking them out. "Well?"

"Blegh. Is the taste."

"That's what I thought." Lucifer pecked my neck, slowly grinding his hard-on against me. "Now would you like to take back what you said?"

"Fine..."

"No, I want you to say, 'I'm sorry, sir; I'm horny and I need you.'"

"You're a little shit," I manage to groan before I gasp as his hand lightly smacks my thigh. "I'm sorry, sir." He has me trained way too well, I swear to...

"Mhm. And?" He lightly teethes my neck, his other hand straying under my button-down pajamas to palm my breast, gently squeezing it like a ripe peach he was trying to separate from the pit. Pleasant prickles flicker through the skin, leaving me sighing.

"Fuck me," I whine, and he smacks my thigh a little harder. "I'm sorry."

"No, honey, that's not what I told you to say."

"You enjoy this way too much," I groan, which of course earns me another light smack. "I'm sorry, sir."

"Mm..." Lucifer kisses the back of my ear, and I softly yelp as he flicks my nipple. "You're adorable." He nips my earlobe. "You know I'll give you exactly what you want if you're good."

"I'm horny, and I need you inside me," I groan in defeat, and Lucifer chuckles, licking up my neck.

"That's right, you do need it," he rasps, and I can feel him smirking against my skin as his hand eagerly pulls down my waistband. Frickin' hell, him and his way of getting sex out of me... I'm not complaining, but it's sooo unfair...

"I'm going to be sore again," I grumble as I turn around and finish taking off my pants for him, and Lucifer grins before he kisses me. "You're such a dick; you know I have to walk around town with Simeon tomorrow."

"If I'm such a dick," he whispers against my lips, "then why don't you tell me to stop like I fucking taught you?"

"You tempted me!" I protest, and he kisses me again, his fingers briefly circling my sensitive bud before opening me up.

And, of course, his smug reply: "That's not my problem."

[whocaresaboutdecent]

“Good morning, Angel.”

Whispered words and gentle fingertips coaxed Aziraphale from the depths of his dreamless sleep to find himself in a warm, comforting embrace. He sighed softly, nestling deeper into the familiar warmth at his back. Crowley’s arm tightened around him, welcoming the increased closeness. Without opening his eyes, Aziraphale found Crowley’s hand where it rested against his waist and drew it close to his chest.

A soft breath ghosted over the nape of Aziraphale’s neck, ruffling the fine hairs there and sending a pleasant shiver down his spine as Crowley’s low voice rumbled through the quiet.

“Breakfast’s ready.”

Aziraphale’s lips curved into a smile, and he gave Crowley’s hand a gentle squeeze in thanks. He was well aware of how much Crowley enjoyed preparing meals for him—Crowley’s obsession with watching Aziraphale eat was no secret between them anymore, if it ever had been. The scent of freshly brewed tea and warm pancakes wafted through the air, tempting, but not tempting enough to lure Aziraphale away from Crowley’s touch.

“Mmmh,” he hummed contentedly, but made no move to leave the bed. Crowley’s arms held him close, providing a sense of safety that he still craved, even now that Heaven and Hell wouldn’t interfere anymore. And there was something else that kept him in place.

He had always known that he would enjoy Crowley’s touch, but what he hadn’t anticipated was just how much Crowley would relish touching him, never shying away from letting Aziraphale know that he did. The way Crowley’s fingers slipped under his shirt and trailed through the soft curls on his chest and belly now, the affection and devotion Crowley radiated, filled Aziraphale with a warmth that banished any lingering self-doubt. He treasured these tender, unguarded moments between them too much to just cut them short, and he could deny Crowley the pleasure even less.

“You enjoy sleeping more than eating now, Angel?” Crowley teased, though his tone was soft, full of affection at Aziraphale's unwillingness to rise, even for breakfast. Aziraphale had first understood the appeal of sleep some months ago when he had accidentally dozed off as Crowley gently caressed his back, cherishing the way it silenced his mind, quieting the lingering doubts and fears and insecurities. But the best part had been waking up, feeling calm and safe in Crowley’s embrace.

Aziraphale turned in Crowley’s arms, pressing his face into the crook of his neck. The scent there was more intoxicating than anything awaiting him in the kitchen. 

“Quite possibly,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the warm skin. “Especially if it means waking up next to you like this from now on.”

[plutoenjoyer]

jooyeon — randomly biting him

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genre: fluff tags: drabble, female reader, biting, lots of playful teasing, cuddling, body kisses, established relationship

jooyeon did not sign up to have a teething puppy for a girlfriend but alas, he puts up with you randomly biting him because he loves you. you keep doing it because his reactions are always entertaining, so maybe he should figure out how to keep a straight face (skill issue).

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

while gaming

the idea pops into your head one day and you can't stop thinking about it. you know yourself to be very kind and caring towards your boyfriend, but you love to (playfully) mess with him even more. eventually, after pretty much no debate with yourself (really, not even a 'hmm, maybe he's busy') you give into your curiosity as you watch jooyeon gaming. he's extremely focused on the screen, playing some sort of fast paced flashing confusion of a game. this would be the optimal time to strike. your lips are contorted into the most mischievous smile yet, trying not to laugh as you approach him from behind. it seems he's doing poorly because he keeps clicking his tongue and mumbling to himself. he doesn't even notice you looming over and eyeing his very beautiful, very exposed neck (he's wearing his favorite t-shirt, once again). you may have ulterior motives other than just messing with him, but that's a story for another day. of course, you don't want to really upset him so you wait until he's in a loading screen to do it. quickly you lean down, and sink your teeth into the muscle in the curve of his neck and shoulder—gentle but firm, not enough to hurt him but enough to cause a mild and hilarious discomfort, much to your amusement. he shrieks and turns to look at you in both fear and maybe a little bit of lust? you wouldn't put it past him to be a freak like that, but it's hard to tell from how you immediately start uncontrollably snickering at his surprised yelp, so much so that you can't focus on the light blush dusting his features.

"what the— i— huh?" he looks at you in horror, a band clasped up to his neck where there's now a very light mark of red on his skin. he doesn't notice the game is starting on the screen behind him.

"babe...? ...hey? babe?" an utterly confused remark. you can feel yourself getting addicted already.

you say nothing as you walk away, shooting him a thumbs up with a signature stupid grin, and go back to whatever menial task you were up to while waiting for him to be done.

getting ready

this time he's brushing his teeth. usually when you two wake up, way, way past noon on the days you have off, you'll get ready for the day together in the tiny, shared bathroom of his dorm. he's still not expecting or nor knows to look out for your attack. his mouth is full of foamy toothpaste when you decide, on a whim, that you really want to feel the skin of his shoulder between your teeth all of a sudden. and so you do, having already finished brushing your teeth because you're not a sleepyhead like him at one pm. you try to keep the same pressure as last time as to not hurt him. yet again, he yelps and you find it incredibly amusing, and also extremely cute. you handle yourself better this time, making it a point to be extra cheeky about it by not having a large reaction, though it's hard not to let a grin slip. this time he shoots you the most adorable pout coupled with a furrowed brow—it's hard to scold someone when your mouth is filled with toothpaste. it looks like he's starting to understand this will be a reoccurring thing.

"what?" you muster your most nonchalant voice as you pick up your moisturizer and start to lather your face, completely unfazed as if nothing had interrupted his brushing.

he quickly finishes up and washes out his mouth. he looks you dead in the eye. "you will pay for this."

without missing a beat, you reply, "i have no idea what you might mean?"

he rolls his eyes with a scoff, trying not to laugh at your antics though you both know he thinks you're adorable.

sitting together

you're sitting next to him in the practice room. he's fiddling with his bass and the new little gadgets he's gotten for himself that changes the sound—you're no expert, but you love to watch him be so animated and excited over his love of music. you love it so much so that the cuteness aggression once again bubbles up in your chest and you have the urge to bite him. you go quiet all of a sudden and this time he knows.

"aaaah-ah-ah. i know exactly what you're thinking." it's like he's scolding an energetic puppy. "you will not catch me off guard this time. i'm prepared."

you frown at him, a little displeased that he knows your tells now. you didn't think it was that obvious considering how many times he didn't see it coming. but you utilize this to your advantage, seeming more genuinely confused as you try to convince him that you're innocent. "hm? what are you talking about?"

he gives you a look like he can't decide whether he wants to play along and just let you do it or press further and win on a self-satisfying level. he purses his lips, thinks for a bit, even grumbles to himself. you can see the underlying thought process of his mind just from the way his face contorts. it's like he's asking himself what would be the more amusing option. if you were literally anyone else he would have fought for his pride and honor like the true maknae he is but he loves you to the point where he'll just let you win. you both are truly two peas in a pod.

after a moments pause, he goes, "...it's nothing. but, oh man, my poor cold exposed neck is so cold and exposed to the weather right now! so cold and so out in the open. i hope nothing bad happens!"

you laugh so hard you feel your stomach cramping. he starts cackling too, literal snorts of laughter, and he playfully smacks your arm. "c'mon, i'm doing this for you—"

before he can finish his sentence you're already launching yourself at him. you can't help it. this man has your whole heart. you give him a huge kiss on the cheek, then on his mouth, and lightly nip at the skin of his top lip. he's even caught off guard by that, you wonder if you'll ever get tired of seeing him surprised. but eventually he eases into it, holding his bass away from him so he can be closer and kiss you easier. you're both laughing into each other's lips. it's perfect.

it takes a whole makeup wipe to get off all the lipgloss from his cheeks and nose and forehead. you might have gotten carried away.

trying to nap

biting him has become a sign of affection for you now. you're both cuddling in bed, napping after a long day of hard work. this time around, you're wrapped up in his arms with your face close to his chest. if you turn your head, you can get a perfect angle of his forearm... maybe you're a little tired, or maybe you want to signal something much more affectionate, but you bite him very gently on his bicep, kissing the area right after. he doesn't complain or retaliate, instead there's just a slightly amused exhale from his nose, the kind that someone does when they're too tired to react in full. you snuggle further into his chest afterwards.

"why do you do this?" his voice is groggy and raspy, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

"because you're funny. you're cute, too, but mostly funny."

he let's out a playfully annoyed noise, one that signals that he's accepted his fate as your boyfriend and squeaky toy, before asking, "do i at least taste good?"

"hmm," you muse while thinking of your next response, "nah, too salty."

he laughs at that. "too salty?" there's a pause, as if he has to choose his words carefully, "what can i do to get sweeter?"

you start to laugh, too, because that's so cringe. but you play along anyway, "oh? get sweeter? it's almost like you want me to bite you. did you discover something new about yourself?"

"so you admit to biting me!"

damn, he got you there. you scrunch your nose at that, not saying a word because you don't want to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it after how long you've committed to acting unaware.

you choose to deflect, "whatever! i think you secretly enjoy it anyway!"

"nuh uh."

"you so do."

"and what makes you think that?"

you don't want to explain that you've been paying attention to how his face gets a little red and how his pupils get just a little blown out whenever you do so. he unknowingly will give you such an entranced look for just a split second until he goes back to remembering he's supposed to be annoyed with you about it. and you don't want to explain how much that makes you want to bite him more.

"i just think you do."

he studies you face, trying to piece together what you may be thinking about so deeply when it would be much more common for you to come back at him with a snippy retort rather than such a mild response.

"okay, then do it again and see how i react."

your heart starts to beat faster. is that a challenge? a threat? a promise of something more?

you look into his eyes. they're beautiful and deep dark brown. you can barely look away as you shift to gently push him down on the shoulders and position yourself over him. he seems to enjoy watching you take the lead, especially when your face is the one flushed and slightly embarassed at his provocation.

wordlessly, you bring your lips down to his jawline and pepper kisses along his neck. you feel the way his breathing hitches with every subtle ghosting of your lips and every slight breath that tickles his skin—it leaves you absolutely captivated. all that exists is this moment.

you finally bring your teeth down into that same swoop of his neck and shoulders just like that first time, but it's so much different now. the sweetest that you've ever tasted.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

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[kittencomicslol]

I was awake again last night unable to sleep so I wrote more, except this time I wrote self indulgent Gyutaro fluff

No tws, this is literally just fluff. It was intended to be the modern AU but after re-reading it I realized it could really be interpreted as the og universe or the gakuen

———

Gyutaro had no problem being cruel or degrading to anyone who upset him, or even anyone at all for that matter. But you… you were different. He was fond of you, for some reason he himself wasn’t exactly able to wrap his head around. Maybe it was the way your voice sounded so sweet when you spoke to him?.. how you seemed so genuine and enthusiastic about your interests without a fear to hide yourself?.. the strange amounts of sympathy and empathy you held towards anyone despite he himself being unable to understand how you could feel such things?… or maybe it wasn’t one little thing. Maybe, just maybe it was all of you.

You laid in bed with him, snuggled up so close you were nearly on top of his slim frame. He didn’t mind of course, why would he? He would never understand why or how he deserved someone as kind as you to be so close, but he wasn’t going to lose it.

The comforting feeling of his boney calloused fingers running through your hair was something that made you feel almost numb. He had every capability to harm someone, break bones, to cause damage. Yet with you he was so careful and delicate down to every single strand of hair you had, his fingers delicately grazing your scalp as he petted you.

“Sweet girl..”

He cooed, his croaky voice nothing more than a hushed whisper you could hear as you laid with him. The way you ever so subtly leaned your head into his palm to signal for him to keep going made his heart flutter, his stomach doing flips. And how could he deny giving you what you wanted after a long day? You were his lover after all, and you deserved nothing but the best.

“You tired..?”

He asked softly; though he already knew the answer to that question. You had a stressful long day of work and when you had time to lay down with him you refused to get up. Your Nodding in response to his question was all he needed for confirmation that you were most likely going to fall asleep like this. It had become a habit for you to fall asleep on top of or right next to him, especially when you were exhausted. If it were anyone else he would have been annoyed; but with you? God, he couldn’t ask for anything better.

“It’s funny.. even when you’re all tired you’re still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen..”

He teased, leaning down to place a little kiss on top of your head, eliciting a giggle from your lips. You drape your arms around him as a way to feel closer than you already were, your legs tangled with his own as you basked in his presence.

Gyutaro attempted to move his hand from your head down to rub your back, but it seemed like you had different plans. Lazily, your arm raised and he felt you gently grab his wrist and direct his hand back onto your head.

A light chortle escaped Gyutaros lips at your little action of nonverbal communication to signify what you wanted.

“Is that where that goes, pretty thing?..”

He teased slightly, not hesitating to give into your demands as he ran his fingers through your hair once more. A little hum escaped your lips as you nodded in response, letting him know that yes; his hand did go there.

The pleasant wave of euphoria that washed over you whenever he used one of those cute little nicknames was enough to make you sigh with content. Worm, Cretan, sad sack, imbecile, were all words you had heard come out of his lips, yet never directed at you. It seemed all of his loving delicate vocabulary was strictly saved for you and little Ume.

“You’re so needy, you know that?..”

You only giggled in response.

“You’re the one who always spoils me..”

You muttered, teasing him back as you held your body close to his own. Gyutaro snorted slightly, ruffling your hair a bit.

“How can I not when you’re always so damn cute? Not my fault I wanna keep my woman happy.. I can't help it.”

Gyutaro moved his free arm to snake it around you, pulling you close against his chest while his other hand still played with your hair. You couldn’t help but giggle at his teasing that you had grown all too used to. Yet it never seemed to get old.

“Oh it must be so hard for you, being the best boyfriend ever, must be such a chore I’m sure..”

You responded with a chuckle, tilting your head up just slightly in order to be able to kiss his neck a few times. He rolled his eyes, holding back a little snicker.

“Might as well be a chore considering how much princess treatment I give you.”

Your lover moved his hand slightly to move some of your messy hair from your face, his gaze meeting your own as he looked down. A smirk tugged at your lips due to his teasing, giving him a little squeeze in response.

“Yea, yea.. you know you love doing it though~”

That was definitely one thing Gyutaro enjoyed about you as-well, the playful banter you two had. It was a nice way for him to let off steam and spend time with you without having to do too much. After all of his struggles he didn’t figure he would ever be able to have such domestic interactions as this.

But oh how you proved him wrong..

And he loved you for it, every little single thing about you, every single little moment he spent with you. All of your flaws, when you were angry or sad, every. Single. Damn. Thing.

He was drawn out of his thoughts by a little yawn escaping your lips, resting your head back down.

“I love you, Taro..”

Your words made his heart flutter and his head go blank. No matter how many times you could say that it would always have the exact same effect, and he loved it.

“I love you too, sweetie..”

[mydearestdrabbles]

bring your stuffies and your smiles to work

a cglre story | bsd | cg + reader | doppo kunikida | pet names | co-working

doppo kunikida may be known as an idealist, short-tempered, by-the-book kind of guy but to you,, to you he was doppo, he was papa, he was home.

on this particularly grey yokohama weekday you found yourself in a place too big in a mindset far too small… so as you clung to every last ounce of your big headspace you navigated yourself straight towards the agency building.

the door opened louder then you’d liked and you’d managed to depart with your big headspace as soon as you saw him your partner,, your caregiver as he looked away from his work and towards the door.

it took everything in you not to run towards his desk, but that didn’t stop you from keeping up with a little skip- finally arriving at his desk you couldn’t help but fidget, almost forgetting to flash the signal you’d both agreed upon to signify you’d regressed.

kunikida’s gaze softened as he saw you, paying close a mind to your hands waiting patiently for the signal- upon its display he made eye contact with you saying

“hi my sweet thing, i’m so happy to see you!” he said softly using one of your pet names he knew would help you slip. “can you tell papa what brings you here angel?”

you shook your head, face getting hot and tears threatening to trickle within the second- but before they could doppo was scribbling something in his notebook and showing it to you.

it was a pacifier, the same ruby red as his ribbon.

graciously you accepted it, the comfort of the object subsiding the overwhelm that had come from his question.

doppo glanced between you and his desk when he proposed another question, this time even softer and gentle than the last.

“did you bring any of your little things with you love?” he asked as he began opening one of the drawers in his desk.

you shook your head, when you’d left for the agency it was too much to grab anything more then your headphones and stuffie, you showed him the items that had been tucked beneath your arm as his desk drawer revealed that would be more than enough.

a series of small fidgets, art supplies, picture and coloring books were all neatly organized with handwritten labels relating to their purpose or the people in the agency whom certain items belonged.

doppo gestured toward the drawer saying patiently “why don’t you pick out a thing or two to keep you busy while papa finishes up his paperwork,, does that sound alright love?”

you nod, though it’s not his undivided attention you’ll still be in his company, and it’s hard to resist a good coloring session.

doppo smiles as you walk to the other side of his desk and take a seat, carefully laying out the various items you’ll be using for todays masterpiece as your caregiver returns to work.

time passes quickly with periodic check-ins and doppo’s occasional “you’re doing such a good job little one!” and “i’m so proud of you angel” easing you through headspace.

before you know it doppo has shut his computer and is stretching his hand towards you. the sun making the agency floor almost glow- the two of you are the only ones still working.

“thank you love for waiting for me” he began “i know it took a while and you were so well behaved for me… shall we go home little one? i think there are some warm blankets waiting for us.”

and with that, you took his hand and began for the exit smiling behind the pacifier he’d gifted you- today was a good day.

[stiffyck]

I've been bothering people with this in dms so much but that's not enough so I'm sharing my insanity here.

Scar who doesn't need physical touch. He's not exactly touch averse (tho you could see it that way), he just. Doesn't need the affection. He likes the occasional hand holding or a quick hug, but he also likes his personal space and freedom. Hugs and cuddles are too warm and too stifling and he needs his freedom for movement.

He's not sad about this. It's not anything tragic or awful. He likes the idea of cuddling and he loves seeing other people hug and cuddle. It's just not for him.

He also doesn't understand touch starvation. He's never experienced it and probably never will.

In 3rd life, in the desert. Grian noticing scar taking a step back when someone is standing too close, shying away from physical contact and never being the one to initiate it. He stops trying to touch scar, only when it's necessary.

He notices how much more comfortable scar looks after he stops giving him so much physical affection. But... this leads to grian maybe becoming a bit touch starved.

Grian telling scar in the desert he feels a bit touch starved and scar asking him what it means. Grian explains.

After that, grian notices scar holds his hands much more often. It's not much but it means the world to him.

Hermitshipping under the cut

Also. Comedic potential.

Let's take redscape for example (or scarian. Works both ways. Just imagine whichever ship you prefer sjcjdksk). Scar and mumbo start dating. But since scar can't really provide all the physical affection mumbo needs, he goes to grian. Mumbo gets cuddles and hugs from his best friend and he gets hand holding and occasional short kisses from his partner. It works for them.

Now imagine tho. The hermits thinking it's mumbo and grian who are dating. They will often see mumbo and grian cuddle or hug or hold hands. A lot of the times scar is even with them, but keeps distance a bit.

Sometimes scar holds mumbos hand, but that's about it.

It's actually scar and mumbo who are dating but they don't know that.

Or

The mumscarian option where they are all dating. Grian and mumbo get the affection they need from each other and scar is happy to just be with them.

Sometimes, when sleeping on the same bed, grian and mumbo will cuddle while Scar just holds one of their hands. Or not even the whole hand, just have their pinkies interwined.

Also scar definitely has a ton of plushies to hug close at night

[waywardwritesstuff]

Sleeping with the Shooter: A Crosshair X M!Reader

Crosshair X M!Reader (platonic/brotherly) Word Count: 1,489

Tags: fluff, comfort, platonic, intended to be brotherly (NOT INCEST)

Summary: It's been a while since The Bad Batch have been able to take a rest from missions on their home world of Kamino. But reader can't help but notice that things are changing, especially within the world of Clones. He seeks comfort in his brother Crosshair on the long journey home through hyperspace.

A/N: this is a self-indulgent one-shot I wrote for myself but I thought that maybe some others in the fandom could use the comfort from the ending of The Bad Batch. Enjoy!

Another long mission, another long flight back to Kamino, another sleepless night in the cock-pit of the Marauder. I was sitting in the cockpit, my legs up on the dashboard watching the light from the stars flash by us as we jumped through hyperspace. It was calming, serene, a gentle break from all the blaster fire, destruction and pressure of our missions. I was born to be a soldier, but this life was starting to feel less and less like mine. I’m starting to notice our disposability, it urks me, but there is nothing I can do about it, which bothers me even more.

As I continue to stare into hyperspace I feel a disturbance beside me. A creak confirmed my suspicion as the seat to my left now had the body of one of my brothers slumped into it.

“Tech’s not going to appreciate you having your boots on the dash.”

I shrug, “What he doesn’t know won’t kill him”

“Do you ever actually sleep?” Crosshair’s deep voice rattled out again.

“Do you?” I retort without looking at him.

He huffs continuing on whatever conversational path he had planned out in his mind.

“Your thinking too much again, aren’t you” It’s not a question, it’s a statement. Blunt and plain.

But not without a hint of concern, something our brothers often miss when talking to Crosshair, I can hear it, the underlying emotions in his speech that our brothers cannot.

“How can I not-“ I respond “- its in my code, my programming” I knock on my head, a dull thud sounding back.

I sigh and continue to watch the stars as they whizz past us, focusing on one flash of light until it's gone and then focusing on the next, I can feel my eyes flitting around in their sockets. He sighs as well and I see him, in my peripherals, lean forward, elbows on his knees, chin resting on the fingers of his curled-over shooting hand.

“What is it this time?”

“Us” I say darkly

“Us?”

“Us, our purpose, our reasoning, our next mission for the republic, us” I elaborate numbly.

He’s heard this all before and every time he tries to convince me that the Republic will always have a purpose for us, they made us, and they need us. The same old bullshit. He never sees how they treat our brothers. We come and go too quickly and our names just become numbers in a data bank, dust that litters the battlefields of the galaxy.

Crosshair maintains the silence without giving me one of his usually patriotic responses. I listen to his breaths, the nasally sound as his lungs push the filtered air of the ship in and out. As I’m watching the stars go by I don’t notice that Crosshair has stood up and walked over to my seat, I am too lost, in space and in my own mind. I nearly jump out of my seat when he puts a hand on my shoulder. Out of reflex I immediately turn and grab his wrist forcing it back.

“Shit” he cries and I let go of his wrist instantly

“Damnit it Crosshair…sorry” I mutter

“No, that one was my fault”

I inhale sharply and close my eyes for a moment, hugging my arms to myself before blinking them back open. Crosshair is still standing there, though noticeably a pace or so back from my chair. He looks at the ground thinking a moment before he looks at me and nods his head in the direction of our shared room. If you could even call it that.

I was the second biggest compartment of the ship aside from Storage, it was deck out with standard issue barrack bunks, with a few personal touches of course. Wrecker and Tech on one set, Wrecker's bunk is always decorated with Lula sitting in the corner by his head and Tech, as usual, has fallen asleep with his data pad hanging loosely from his fingers. The next is Hunter and Crosshair’s bunk, Hunter’s bandana hangs on the edge of his bed and Crosshair's bunk is empty, though I know he keeps a chest under his bed with some nicknacks from missions and planets we have visited, but I never bring it up. And lastly, Echo and I, Echo’s bed is also empty and mine is covered in a few bits of graffiti here and there.

My bunk is on the bottom which is why I assume that Crosshair is gesturing towards my bunk instead of his own. He climbs into my bunk and gestures for me to follow. The notion takes me aback slightly, none of us have had to share a bunk since we were younglings, not out of necessity or choice. We used to do it when we were still developing in the Kaminoan facility, making sure to stay close to one another. Minus Echo of course, we weren’t joined by him until much later. But Crosshair had always been off put by the idea of sharing sleeping quarters when there was an option to sleep apart, even when we were kids, so this gesture was not something that was normal for him to so willingly offer.

However it would seem that Crosshair could see what kind of struggle I was facing in my head, my programming though good for tactical advantages and strategy is not ideal for anything else. Maybe my state had become more noticeable as of late. I would need to make sure to rein that in as to not screw up future mission.

I climb in beside him in my bunk and he shuffles over so that his arm is bent underneath me. I rest my head on his chest and once I’m settled he curls his arm over my shoulder and cups the back of my head, placing his gloveless fingers into the mess that is my hair. The softness of the touch from his hand takes me by surprise, it was unlike him to be so gentle. He was swift, aggressive and tactical, it was his design. But his nature was not his design, he could be gentle, and he was very calm at times when he chose to be. I know this, and yet still the gesture does not fit with the image I have of my brother.

My head rests on his torso, right where the red marking that we all share on our breastplates would be. His heart thrumming a steady rhythm under his ribs, I follow the sound in my head, counting the time between each beat thump bump thump bump thump bump. The sound of it and the gentle but sturdy feeling of his torso underneath my chest had made me feel safer than I ever had. All I had known was War but this…this made me feel like I could have faith in the hope of life after war, maybe one where me and my brothers have freedom and true autonomy.

I divert my attention to his hand in my hair and focus on the bend of his fingers that are cupped around my head. The smoothness of his palm. Maybe tonight won’t be a sleepless night after all. I know how the brain responds to stimuli that are connected to memories and feelings of being safe, but I know all of that in theory. Not in practice.

Following this train of thought my mind wanders and I get lost, staring into the wall above Wrecker's head on the other side of the compartment. Briefly I wonder if Crosshair needs this as much as I do, and he’s using me as an excuse and guise to get this attention he needs, whatever the case I am happy to give it, not only for myself but for him. I know what Crosshair is like, he never takes care of himself, he takes better care of his rifle than he does his own mind and body.

I am pulled out of these thoughts, my eyes suddenly refocusing as his other hand comes into view of my face. I think that maybe he is just moving in his sleep and waiting for him to settle down again, but he isn’t moving like he’s asleep, his hand is moving lightly towards my face, almost as if cautious. He is still awake. His hand finally come to rest on my cheek, the barest contact between my face and his hand, but he holds it nonetheless and whispers something

“You’re a good kid” I bite my lip at his statement, and my eyes begin to sting. What the hell am I crying for?

‘It’s the stimuli to positive attention after an absence of it’ I remind myself.

I breathe deeply and absently I nuzzle into his hand and hum contentedly. And with that, at least for tonight, I am at peace and drift off to sleep.

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[booiiee]

self indulgent boyfriend yeonjun fic.

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boyfriend yeonjun who randomly starts singing out loud a song that's playing in his head and makes you dance with him, all the while singing it looking at you.

Yeonjun who always forgets his keys but never forgets to carry a hair tie around his wrist for when you need it. He is the epitome of a sulky boyfriend when you don't let him hold your hand or grab your thigh as he's driving and giggles when you compliment him.

He loves to dance his heart out at parties but never drinks when you're with him cause you don't have your licence yet. He loves trying all the mocktail recipes you experiment with and never lies about it if it tastes bad.

The type to use 4 pans to make pasta and decorate the table with flowers and light a candle even on the most mundane days. Always hugging you from behind when you're cooking and acting like a puppy following you around the house even when he has 5 different things to do.

Just because flowers are common when dating him and "because you liked it" presents can be anything from a plushie to Dior. He loves when you praise him but can never not turn red at the mere "my boyfriend is so handsome". You sometimes shower him with pet names just to see him try and hide his smile.

Always ready to watch whatever movie/show you're watching but never finishing it, he's just there to watch you watch the show. "You look so cute when you're taken aback by a plot twist" he says squishing your face and kissing your pout.

His kisses are soft, intense, sometimes slow and sensual, sometimes rushed and frantic. He holds your waist like you're made of glass, sometimes he grabs you with the intent to consume you. He's the no.1 supporter of "let me kiss it away" at the smallest of bruise, he loves leaving marks all over you, doesn't stop you from painting his neck either.

Yeonjun who cannot shut up when you're straddling his lap as he kisses you senseless. "God you make me insane. Can't imagine what life was like before you, my baby, all mine" his teeth pull your lips, his hands grab your hips closer to his. He stops and stares at your face several times when you make love, kisses away every spot his teeth has touched. Never misses aftercare, words of love are his second nature, during and after.

The type to kiss you till you're too annoyed to keep sleeping, the type to say I love you first thing in the morning. The type to let you sob into his arms on days your day feels too much, and then sing you to sleep.

[chiosblog]

sleepyheads

[trash----panda]

Self indulgence

I could feel my tiny figure quivering, my lungs unable to get even a wisp of air. This was how i go out huh? My little heart just couldnt take it no more. My vision started to blur as i felt tears too big for my eyes start to descend. I broke into a quiet sob, for if i was to pass here i'd want it to be quiet, there was no reason to make anyone else suffer. Between choked whimpers and soft sniffles i didnt even notice him approaching. Flinching when light flooded the room above, all i could see was the inside of the lid slightly illuminated. Suddenly it opened, the suspense killing me as i saw the silhouette of a hand reach down in the garbage bag to retreave the blubbering mess i called me. It was gentle, the fingers finding their place just above my hips, squeezing just enough to lift me. I kicked and squirmed, struggling to put out any effort when i couldnt even breath. Turning my head to face him. He was huge, humans were always too large, i dont know what he wanted with me. We'd seen eachother a few times but he was never supposed to see me, was i being too loud, crap i probably woke him up. I felt my cheeks grow red as my eyes welled up once more, giving up on escape i let my emotions loose, sobbing without a care of who heard. I have no idea what he was doing but he was moving me quite a lot. It didnt take me long to find out. He sat on the couch, placing his hand over me so i was pinned to his chest, his other hand underneath rubbing circles on my back. From his mouth came a hiss- no... It was more of a shushing, the room was dark again. I found it easier to breath, slowly loosing myself in this gentle embrace. My sobs reduced to a sniffle as i found myself falling asleep against him.

[sugar--brown]

A long lost friend

Scuzz my beloved.

TW blood drinking (from a blood bag)

For the prompt blood from @drcarmillaappreciationweek

Words: 1,060

Summary: Dr. Carmilla is blood starved and scared to attack one of her child. Luckily, Scuzz comes to the rescue.

Story under the cut.

Carmilla was shivering miserably. She had no control over it and it was torture. Every little movement made her joints screamed in pain. She felt weak, useless even. She had been forced to curl up on the cold metal floor of her lab, unable to go a step further. Unable to reach her armchair, her sofa or even her quarters… She was stuck here until her body accepted to cooperate or until she died and healed. But it could take weeks.

She groaned in pain, a few tears rolling on her cheeks. It was all her fault. Carmilla knew that. She knew that staying in her cat form would drain her. She knew that she was pushing herself. She knew that a cup of blood wouldn’t be enough.

But did she take it easy? Had she been careful? Noooo! Of course not! She had preferred to run around with Tim, bonding with him, having the time of her life… …and she didn’t even regret it.

Another shiver, more violent than the lasts, made her cry in pain.

She would have done anything to have someone caring at her side. One of her kids, Aurora, a friend, Loreli… anyone… But she couldn’t. She couldn’t because she was dangerous. She would pounce at the first person having blood into their veins. She would bite their neck, tear a chunk of it and drink their blood until they would end dry.

Monster.

That was who she was. What she was. And everyone onboard knew that, that was why everyone was avoiding her lab. Not even Aurora was allowed in here. She had to be on her own. For her own good. And their own good.

Carmilla was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the door of her lab sliding open. But she clearly smelled blood. It was so intoxicating, so familiar and comforting… She bolted like her body wasn’t in great pain a second ago and charged the newcomer.

But her momentum was broken by a plastic bag filled with hot liquid right in her face. She stumbled back a little, surprised. Only to crouch down, grab the bag, and plant her fang in it for sucking it dry frenetically like an animal. But at this point, she didn’t care any more. She was starving!

The intruder took a few steps toward, letting the door locked itself behind them, and dropped a dozen of other bags of blood. Carmilla didn’t care who it was or what was happening, all her brain could think about was to satisfy her vampire’s instincts.

It took a good hour of drinking and careful breathing exercises before Carmilla became Carmilla again. She sighed heavily, letting her fell face first on the floor. She could sleep for a good year or two right now.

“Always such a mess. Why do you always push yourself so much?” asked the intruder in a thick Japanese accent.

Carmilla’s eyes widened with shock, and she painfully turned her head to glance at the person towering over her.

“… Scuzz…?” wow. She sounded so drunk.

Scuzz snorted, half-exasperated, half-amused. Carmilla couldn’t believe it. They didn’t see each other since… since King Cole’s war against the rebels? Since they argued over the fact, Carmilla came back to see her kids when she said she would give them space…

Two hands helped her – surprisingly gently – on her feet, letting her be a dead weight against Scuzz’s side.

“Come on, let’s put you somewhere more comfortable. I can’t imagine how you feel after drinking all the supplies I brought for you.” Scuzz said. They didn’t sound annoyed or mad at her. Which was a relief because Carmilla wasn’t sure if she had been able to stop her tears.

The situation felt oddly familiar. It threw Carmilla in a spiral of nostalgia. During a time when it had been just the two of them. Before any mechanization, before any dispute, before anything good and after everything bad.

Scuzz laid her down gently on her huge bed in her quarters and she sighed in contentment, it felt like even after spending how long on the cold hard metal floor. They laid down next to her, letting her snuggle by habits.

“What are you doing here…?” asked Carmilla, hiding her face in the neck of her closest friend.

“I live here.” Answered emotionless Scuzz, wrapping loosely an arm around Carmilla’s chest.

…

Wait.

“Are you… are you quoting me?” asked Carmilla with a confused frown. Scuzz didn’t say anything, but their silent giggle was enough. “Oh, come on! That’s not fair!”

“It’s very fair. That will teach you to answer a question correctly.”

Carmilla huffed in annoyance, but was too comfortable to retaliate. “Fine. Then: why are you aboard Aurora when the last time we talked we argued so badly that you decided to leave everyone and everything without a warning?”

“You know me, I just need some time to cool down before I explode. And the kids love to push my buttons so…”

“But you left for a very long time! I thought… well…”

“That I wouldn’t come back? Nah. You are stuck with me, Carmilla Maki Yamazaki.”

“Don’t call me that! Especially after the clone!”

“Hey! I’m not the one who thought naming your clone your old name was a good idea.”

Carmilla huffed again. But this time, she did so while making sure it tickled Scuzz’s neck. They squirmed away, but Carmilla hold on them playfully.

“You are a menace, you know that?” grumbled Scuzz. “Seriously, I see where the kids learnt it.

“You should go say hi to them, they won’t show it, but they will be happy to see you again.”

“Mh… we’ll see…” mumbled Scuzz, looking away. They didn’t seem pressed to leave, playing with Carmilla’s hair. It was soothing, cathartic even. So, she didn’t complain and closed her eyes.

“Thank you for bringing me blood…” she whispered so low she wondered if Scuzz heard her.

“Yeah, well… next time, don’t starve yourself to the point of drinking all of it. Now, I have to break in another hospital again.” Scuzz’s words were harsh, but Carmilla knew them enough to know she wasn’t really mad. They were just not good at expressing genuine and vulnerable affection.

But she didn’t say anything, instead, she just enjoyed the cuddle session she desperately craved for centuries.

[projectbluearcadia]

[P1] Heart of Blue

Lucifer x GN!MC

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

[ Scenario: After a sweet and short date, Lucifer gets a l'il greedy and wants to spend some more time with you. With cuddles straight into caring sex, Lucifer wants to savor every moment.

Part 1 is fluff; Part 2 is fluffy smut. ]

I am publishing before my self-imposed due date for once, but it comes at the price of two parts. Here's to all the vanilla Luci-lovers <3.

Wordcount - 1178

“I was just thinking about getting...” What—Where the hell did he go?! you think as you look for Lucifer through mounds of antiques. Bizarre china, paintings, books, borderline ancient tools, rusty plant holders, old clothes, and no sign of your (stupid) boyfriend. He was right next to me! you think, annoyed as you wander back through the way you came. 

“Look at this,” you hear him say, before you feel his hand around yours—half-shocking you to death—before he drags you in the direction he's been looking. A wall full of pans. What in the ninth hell is he… “It’s Dead Steel,” he explained, hefting one such pan off the wall before he placed it into your hands and nearly made you drop to the floor in the process. He laughed softly as you struggled to hold it, shaking as you carefully set it down onto a dangerously creaking floorboard. 

“And… And why is that so fascinating?” you ask, trying to conceal your exasperation with him, and he turned to look at you, bemused. 

“It’s Dead. Steel,” he said, again, before he effortlessly swung the pan up by the handle and inspected the engraving. “The Devildom long fazed out of using it because the material is highly resistant to being enchanted. It’s heavy, it’s damn near indestructible, great for hitting people…” He flipped the pan over, fascinated as his burgundy eyes roved over it. “I haven’t seen one of these in thousands of years.” His eyes widened at the dark red, nearly invisible squiggle on the bottom. “Wait, this is my pan. I was wondering where that went.” 

“...you really are an old man,” you can’t help but snicker. To think he was so old that his possessions were ending up in antique shops that sold only items that were at least 500 years old.

“Oh, shut up, you,” he grunted. “You aren’t even the sperm cell that squirted from your father’s penis.” You find yourself furtively looking around while you cringe, hoping to low hell that no one heard that. 

“Lucifer!” you scold, and he chuckled. 

“Aw, does this old man embarrass you?” 

“Yes, but more importantly, please do not talk about my father’s genitals.” Some things are better left to the imagination, although Lucifer hasn’t quite seemed to grasp that concept yet. 

“You started it,” he hums, apparently pleased with your reaction nevertheless as he takes the 25 kilo pan in one hand. Child. He is actually a child, you complain in your head as he swings the handle on one finger. I guess he’s buying it. And how is he doing that? “MC, if you don’t pick something, I will buy something for bed,” he teases, picking up a cat o’ nine tails and shaking it tauntingly at you. 

“Now that you mention it, I was very interested in something before you ran off, thank you,” you answer shortly before you take him by the hand instead, dragging him back to where you had been roaming before he went and disappeared, shoving him in front of a small, glass case. Lucifer’s eyes widen, and his leather-gloved hands rest lightly on the case. 

“You really will melt my heart one of these days, MC,” he says solemnly, confusing you as you look back at the case. It’s just a pair of fountain-tipped pens that were completely unremarkable aside from what appeared to be two different snakes wrapped around them. One was the color of the ocean, and the other was the color of the sky. It wasn’t one ocean or one sky, because the snakes’ scales had been painted one by one into a satisfying gradient. 

“Is it because they’re cheap?” you guess, and Lucifer shakes his head as he takes the glass case with a faint yet bittersweet smile. Reminiscing, but it’s not the same. Did I find a precious memory by accident?

“No, not at all,” he replies as he takes the case with him, still faintly smiling as he brings both items to the register, paying for them both (He got a discount just because of who he was. Bastard).

“So are you going to tell me?” you prod as he hands the case to you, turning the pan in his hand as he walks in the direction of home with you. “Did you own these too?” He inclines his head. So he just bought back two old possessions. I’m almost surprised he didn’t demand that he receive them for free. 

“I gave them to Lilith as a gift,” he replies wistfully. O-Oh. Wow. Out of all the pens in the world I could pick… “I never really liked the man whom she would eventually call her husband, but I wasn’t stubborn enough that I couldn’t see how happy he made her. I gave them to her so that they could write to each other discreetly.” His tenderness, his kindness and his rich smile in that moment make you remember exactly why you fell in love with this prideful little bugger. 

“So… it’s a fond memory,” you clarify, and Lucifer softly chuckles behind his fist, his eyebrows scrunching together as he walks next to you, his step slow as if he never wanted to stop walking with you. 

“Fond, stupid, sweet… she actually argued with me about it because she said I’d be punished too if she was caught using them. I ended up yelling at her.” Lucifer smiles a little bitterly. “I would have rathered that God held me responsible as her older brother…?” Lucifer glances at you in confusion as you shake your arm in pain. “MC, did you just hit me?” 

“Really need to make it a habit to use magic to protect myself when I do that,” you grumble to yourself, rubbing your elbow, which had made contact with his oblique. Like elbowing a wall, Jesus... “Yes, I hit you. You’re doing the thing again. What’d we talk about?” 

“‘You are not at fault for your sister’s death, you do not deserve to be punished for your sister’s death, and no one blames you for your sister’s death. God can eat shit and go fuck himself,’” Lucifer parroted, word-for-word.

I’m happy you remember, but you really should be saying that from a first-person perspective... “I’m sorry. I know she’d hit me herself just the same. It’s just… difficult sometimes.” Lucifer shifted the pan to his other hand and offered his now-free one to you. You squeeze the glass case in your left before you lay your right in his, smiling with contentment as he looks at you fondly. “All the more reason to prize the things I have.” He gave you a surprise kiss on your temple as he leaned closer to you. “I have a meeting with Diavolo in half an hour, but…”

“But?” you prompt, and he rests his head against yours. 

“If… you’re not busy, then we’re cuddling up somewhere.” 

“Big softie,” you accuse lightly before you kiss his cheek. ‘If you’re not busy’; what a load of nonsense, you think with a smile. He already knows I don’t have anything to do today. I guess Diavolo’s just going to have to wait…