#the way he subconsciously reaches out for them whenever he's vulnerable

[cinammonelles]

Hey so I was rereading random vnc chapters a while back and remember when Vanitas was calling out to his mother in his feverish delirium during the flashback arc?

He was muttering Luna's name at the cabin during Gevaudan arc

Do you see what I see

[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. zayne is quite the early bird and loves to appreciate the sight of your sleeping self next to him. he might even tease you a bit.

wc. 1.2k

note. first love and deepspace fic, kinda nervous. lmk what you think of my characterisation of zayne.

tags. zayne x female reader. fluff. just zayne being a secret softie for you. reader gets called ‘sweetheart, dear / pretty, beautiful’.

it’s early. way too early for your body to properly function. the birds haven’t chirped yet and neither has the sun shown itself—it’s early, but zayne is up. he couldn’t fall back asleep once he had awoken and thus decided to stay up.

“hah, sleepyhead,” zayne comments through a deep sigh. he’s laying on his side, facing you. his eyes are completely focused on your appearance; from your messy bed hair to the drop of drool forming at the corner of your mouth. it’s all rather endearing.

your boyfriend reaches a scarred hand towards you, though is quick to retract it after some hesitation. he does not want to interrupt your slumber. you need your rest; especially after your hard shift as a hunter the day before.

and because you finally decided to follow his advice as your primary care physician. sleep is important for your health.

zayne’s protective instincts are begging him to embrace you—to protect you against the cold. you just look so vulnerable next to him.

though, his heart doesn’t agree. there are risks to such an action; you waking up this early and not getting your recommended seven hours of sleep is one of them. he decides not to do anything. . . for now.

zayne checks his phone to kill some time. no missed calls nor texts. it’s unusual for the surgeon to not be bombarded with calls and such, though it’s a pleasant change of pace.

his eyes dart back to your face again. no matter how many times he tries to distract himself from you, his focus always finds its way back to you. it’s like he’s subconsciously checking to see if you’re up or not.

zayne wishes to witness your face as it lights up the moment you lock eyes. to see your adorable smile that makes his heart flutter. to hold you close, cuddle with you and kiss you.

“mph,” a sudden yawn from your mouth interrupts zayne’s train of thoughts. you stretch your arms and move to lay on your back, however your eyes stay closed. you look even more adorable like that—with your hair even messier.

your lover can’t help himself like this. a slender finger reaches out to your lips, gathering the small droplet of drool at the corner. zayne’s neutral expression remains, but his eyes subtly soften once he gets to touch your skin.

“what a messy girl,” zayne mumbles to himself. he nearly makes himself chuckle, however is quick enough to bite back that short laugh. he takes his chance and subtly traces the shape of your bottom lip.

there’s no going back now that he’s touched you. his attention is now fully on you and you only.

zayne is too busy tracing your facial features to notice that you’re starting to wake up. your eyes flutter open and - to your surprise - you find your lover’s face hovering above yours.

you feel the pad of his thumb on one of your cheeks, his index and middle finger holding the other. he gently squeezes your cheeks together so that your lips form a pout. it’s secretly his favorite thing to do—makes you look silly.

“zayne?” you whisper in a groggy voice.

zayne lightly jolts in place and takes his hand away. he clears his throat awkwardly; his gaze darting back and forth between the objects in your bedroom. he purposely avoids all eye contact while maintaining a stoic expression. as if he wasn’t just caught admiring you.

“oh, you’re awake,” your lover mutters. he attempts to change topics by looking at the digital clock on your nightstand, “it’s still too early. you should go back to sleep, dear.”

you still feel flustered whenever he refers to you as ‘dear’ or any other affectionate nickname. your relationship has come so far and it warms your heart. you grin and reach your hand out to place it on zayne’s jawline.

“mm, what were you doing when i was asleep?” you ask in a teasing tone. your fingers trace his jaw gently, trailing down his neck. it makes the dark-haired man gulp lightly. there’s not much left of his self control.

zayne allows you to lead his face back to yours. the tender touch he missed so much—your warm palm meeting his cold skin—it drives him insane. he sighs, though does not admit the truth, “nothing much. just checking my schedule for the day and such.”

that gains him a playful scoff from your side. you know that’s a lie just by the memory you have of his face hovering above yours from earlier. he was admiring you. you poke the tip of his nose, “riiiight, then why were you staring at me so lovingly? touching my lips so delicately?”

you giggle as you recall that faint softness in zayne’s eyes when you caught him admiring the view of you. his fingertips treated your skin with such care. maybe you should’ve pretended to be asleep and see how things would have played out.

“ah, you see,” zayne replies in a low tone, his hand moving once more to tap at the corners of your lips. you could’ve sworn that there’s a faint grin on his face as he continues, “it’s hard to ignore the sight of you when you’re drooling all over yourself in your sleep.”

that shuts you up. you immediately try to wipe away any leftover drool from your lips. your hands work quick, but you don’t find anything to wipe off, “l-liar. i’m not drooling, thank you very much.”

zayne shakes his head with a breathy chuckle and ruffles your hair. he leans in and his breath on the skin of your cheek sends shivers down your spine.

“because i got rid of it all before you woke up, sweetheart,” he mutters lowly and lets his lips graze against your cheek, “i was kind enough to help my messy little girlfriend out and save her from the embarrassment.”

you sputter an incomprehensible excuse, but fail at defending yourself from that. you know zayne is a pro at teasing when he’s in a good mood. you’re absolutely no match to him. you huff and eventually give in, “whatever.”

zayne knows he won that one. he only jokes around with you like that in hopes to seeing your adorable ‘angry’ face. that frown and pout on your face makes you look all the more pretty to him.

he sighs and spoons you—arms cradling you to his chest from behind once you turn your back to him. neither of you complain about your current position. there’s a yawn coming out of your mouth again;

“go back to sleep, i’ll be here.” zayne whispers to you and you nod.

before you close your eyes, you turn your head and stare at zayne. he gazes back down at you and that tender look in his eyes makes its appearance once more. that look which is reserved for you.

“promise me you’ll sleep too,” you mumble. your lover stays silent for a couple seconds, not knowing whether he can promise you that or not. though after seeing your little pout again, he can’t help but give in.

zayne leans in and places a reassuring kiss on your forehead, “i promise. i will.”

[pigeonstab]

I must know

What do you think about the apple twins, and do you have your own interpretation of them and their relationship? :D

(Also your art skills, hand them over 🫴 your art is stunning, gorgeous and I must confess that i love to scroll through your blog sometimes just so i could look at your beautiful art chchchchch <3333)

HI hello!! I was not expecting to see you in my inbox person that is way cooler than me JHI

I already wrote this once I'm gonna do it again. just Better and more concise.

Iiiiii think they're tragic, they're the song call them brothers by Regina Spektor to me. The thing about my interpretation is that my Nightmare is very different from yours I think. I also like to throw canon out of the window whenever I please.

SO, to start at the beginning, to me they were very very close as little kids, they only had each other y'know? the apple incident only happened when they were like 12/13 right at that age where you start to question everything and reject what you know. By then there's a lot more friction between the twins, they still love and care for each other yes, but arguments are more frequent, tempers are shorter. They always come back to each other though. They're each other's best friend, biggest annoyance and only comfort. It's the perfect time the tear them apart, they're in a vulnerable state where even their duty is something they question: is staying to guard a tree all they're gonna do with their life? (Nightmare thinks yes, Dream thinks no). The villagers know this, and that's the precursor to the apple incident. Weaker, more unsure and divided twins means Nightmare's the only one at the tree when they come to take it down (I do also think aging them up makes Nm's actions make more sense? Idk) So. Nm's gooped up, Dream's in stone, talk about changes in your body when you reach that age eh.

I think Nightmare for his first years out into the multiverse was very angry. He was alone (as he feels he's always been) and the negativity coupled with the immense trauma, he's really not doing well. he's stewing in all of this hate and his guilt is eating him alive. He hates himself and he doesn't want to think about it. His plan is to shove everything down: He's always been alone anyway. The incident was his brother's fault. his brother was never there for him. He comes to these conclusions and he accepts them as truth. He eventually chills out, he detaches himself. He starts to think he's better than all of that, that he's above it. He's only keeping those ideas more as subconscious truths than mantras to live by. Then he recruits Killer? (and this is where I uh. I don't know Killer's lore. and also I like... when Nightmare's nice. also by now Nightmare has his english teacher meets Silco swag) and it's alright.

Until! Dream gets unstuck, the first meeting with Dream after the whole incident things go ballistic inside his brain. all those truths he's made for himself are making him want to put all the fault on Dream and see him as an enemy (as well as his own denial, guilt and self hatred.) But at the same time that's his brother. His mirror. His blood. His childhood. He knows inside he can't hate Dream. He can say he does, but it's all lies and denial. So he's just torn.

Dream on his end, is completely lost in the multiverse, he's like a bleeding wound where Nightmare's a scabbed over one. Seeing what his brother has become is devastating to him.

I don't really have the whole in between planned, but Nm gets all his tcheam and he acts like their boss, he does care about their safety and wellbeing he just feels like he shouldn't get close. (I like to think he rescued them from their aus like he wished somebody had done with him (Dust and Horror would have stayed in theirs but it's more of a case of 'fuck it why not' than anything, especially for Dust)) he keeps a lot from them, about his brother and how he truly feels. Killer knows a lot though, cause he's like that. And I think Dream get introduced to Ink and all that good stuff.

ALSO are you kidding me YOU draw so good you're like 10x the artist I am that's just thank you so much?? I didn't think anyone went scrolling through my blog to find my stuff, I'm gonnv cry. I didn't think you liked it that much qwq or at all

[igotanidea]

Let's fuck up the friendship : J.T x fem!reader

how cute is that picture? UwU

request by @parkjammys (once again, thank you for making my day by posting pics of Outlaws!Jason today)

based on the prompt: "sometimes i look at people and think.. really? that’s the sperm that won?” With best friend Jason feeling really jealous seeing his best friend that he has a major crush on, talk to some guy (guy is Kyle Rayner) and he's mumbling "he's not even her type"

***

„Why is he here again?” Jason scoffed, carefully observing his best friend Y/N, talking to that stupid prick of a green lantern, Kyle Rayner.

“Dunno.” Dick, still in his Nightwing suit shrugged casually, while stuffing his mouth with cereals ‘probably something to do with the newest mission on Earth or something like that.”

“It doesn’t bother you at all?” Jason hissed, involuntarily clenching his fist. “that he just drops by whenever he wants?”

“No, not really.” Dick swallowed particularly huge piece of his meal and focused on his brother’s face. “does it bother you?”

It wasn’t a secret that Jason and Kyle weren’t exactly friends, but the former never reacted with such…. intensity. All right, most of the times the green lantern showed himself around Jason was throwing offences left and right, showing his teeth and acting like he was marking territory. Kyle, however did exactly the same thing. It was sort of tradition at this point. But all that teasing, fake fighting and extreme emotions never escalated so quickly to the point where Jason was all red (and not because of the helmet or the gear), grinding his teeth and subconsciously reaching for his gun while his eyes were fixed on one place in space. Or rather, one person.

Y/N.

She was talking to Kyle, laughing at whatever he just said, her eyes sparkling, looking happy like never before. And what was even worse she just hit his chest playfully. SHE TOUCHED HIM for fuck’s sake and that fucker really seemed to enjoy that.  On the other side, Jay did not like it at all. How could he? He had a massive crush on her since he could remember and yet, despite all his cool demeanor, harsh behavior and bad boy outlook, he was too self-conscious to ever confront her about it. Stupid, longing idiot, afraid of his own feelings. To tell the truth, he himself wasn’t sure if he was more afraid of the possibility of her pushing him away or rather the fact that by some miracle she might want him. He was not good in relationships, any of them, and that made his mind create crazy scenarios in which she was hurt or killed or sad or crying because of him.

But sure as hell he was not going to let Rayner get to her first!

She was just …. something different.

The girl who knew what she wanted and wouldn’t settle for anything else. The girl who would stand by you, listening to every rant and problem you may have, but also the one who would turn and run the second she got vulnerable. It was so damn hard, to get her to open up, since on 9 out of 10 cases she would just jump into helping someone else or dig into work.  

And she was his best friend.

What kind of fool falls for his best friend?

It was stupid and childish and naïve and yet, all he wanted and needed was to just approach her that very second, interrupt her happy conversation and use one sentence that would either make her hate him and disappear for good or get them both to a whole new level of relationship.

“Let’s fuck up the friendship.” God, how he wished he had the guts to just get it out of his system.

Instead he settled on watching her from the distance, not rushing to make a fool out of himself in front of both Dickhead and that freaking Rayner.

“Jace?” Dick interrupted his train of thought, smirking under his nose.

“What?!”

“Is this about her?”

“What? NO. Fuck no. She’s just my friend. My best friend.”

“Yeah, right, friends don’t look at friends that way.”

“Whatever!” Jason scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest sulking for a moment and sighing deeply. ‘I hate the way she’s smiling at him.” He mumbled “and she’s not even trying to hide it….” He pouted like a completely immature 5 year old.

“She’s an astrophysicist, Jason.” Dick patted his arm reassuringly “ You can’t blame her for being enthralled by all that crazy space-shit stuff he’s saying.”

“I don’t blame her.” Jason hissed “I blame him, you know? Do you ever just look at people and think: really? That’s the sperm that won?”

“No…..” Dick made a face in confusion. Damn it, if that were the thoughts coming into Jason’s mindthan it really was bad.

“Well, I do. And he’s the living proof of that.”

“Jason…..”

“He’s not even her type…” Todd muttered under his breath.

“And what exactly is her type?” Dick smirked again “Tall, dark haired, well-build douche? If you care about her …..”

“I don’t fucking care about her!” he yelled.

Too loud.

Whoopsy.

Not a chance she didn’t hear that, and the sudden outburst made her turn her head towards him. Shit, if he was red before, now he was simply crimson. Jason found himself between the devil and the deep blue see. Should he clear this little misunderstanding? Should he come clean? Or should he just run away leaving the ground burning?

“Jace?” she stuttered, her eyes growing wide, while Kyle took the chance and wrapped and arm around her shoulders protectively to give her some grounding “Is this about me?”

“Good luck, clearing that out, Jaybrid” Dick laughed, but hid it by pretending to sneeze.

“Shut up, Grayson!” Jason hissed through clenched teeth and slowly approached the girl and Kyle. “It was not about you. It was about some girl Grayson met and about whom he couldn’t shut up. You are my best friend, you know it, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, right, best friend’ she mumbled looking down, moving slightly closer to Rayner and away from Jason. Oh, that was like a slap on the cheek. Like a sting right through his heart. Like a….

Was it disappointment in her eyes?

No, it couldn’t be…. Why would she be disappointed?

“Anyway, if you don’t mind, Rayner” Jason used the unimaginable amount of power to control himself “I would love to rescue my best friend from your hand. I bet whatever you say about space must be out of this world, but there are people who actually need her on Earth. On daily basis. Not just while dropping from time to time and leaving her hanging.”

“Oh, Todd.” Kyle cooed “aren’t you just so cute while trying to act like a knight in shining armor. But guess what, she doesn’t need your protection.”

“Right. The only one who’s going to need protection is you. From me.” Jason leaned forward eyeing the other boy with predatory gaze ‘I know what you are plotting, Rayner. And if you think I’m going to let you use her….”

“Is someone jealous?” Kyle scoffed “cause sure it seems you treat me like a threat.”

“Why don’t we take it outside so I can show you how much I am not scared of you. Maybe this time you will deal with someone equal to you rather than seducing girls with your fake charm!” Jason jumped to his feet, Kyle following right after and the tension was so palpable that most likely they wouldn’t even wait to go outside, just beat the shit of each other right inside.

“ENOUGH!” sudden scream coming from Y/N made them both gasp in surprise. Neither Jason nor Kyle has even seen her this angry. She was practically fuming and it was terrifying to see this normally calm, communicative and focused-on-peaceful-solutions-to-problems girl in such state. And it was them who pushed her to this point. She was not a meta or any other kind of superhero but at that moment she held the power of the hurricane and was about to throw it at them.

Shit.

“Y/N…” Jason raised his hands and tried to calm her down.

“Shut up, Jason!”

“ You heard the girl, shut up, Jason” Kyle laughed viciously

“THE SAME GOES FOR YOU RAYNER!”

“I’m sorry….” He whimpered and it was Jason’s turn to laugh.

“I am TIRED of being your toy. Exhausted to be precise. I’ve been making doe eyes at you, Todd for months now. Doe eyes that you chose to ignore every. single. fucking. time. And yet, the moment I move on from this silly, stupid, fucking, one-sided crush you decide to step it and ruin everything. Just because you wanted to? Just because you what? You get jealous now? Fuck, Jason, do you really think you can just do whatever you want, whenever you want, not caring about the others? Not caring what I have to say? Oh, hell no. You don’t hold such power over me. Not anymore.”

“Y/N….” Jason took a step forward, but she jumped away, almost like he was a disease she didn’t want to catch.

“Get away from me!” she hissed “We were just talking, you idiot! I was being nice, not that you know what it means! I’m done with both of you!”

“Wait, what did I do?” Kyle asked, now a bit confused

“Oh, nothing, sweetie.” Y/N mocked “just telling me the shit of improbable stories to make Jason angry while watching me laugh with you. Yeah, I noticed that.” She cut Jason off the moment he opened his mouth to say a thing in his defense “Well, genius, I was laughing at you, wondering when will you finally realize that I did my research and don’t believe a word you say. Are you familiar with the word sarcasm?”

“Haha! Burn!” Jason couldn’t help but let out a laugh

“And you, Todd, should  learn the meaning of the word honest. You are both losers. I want nothing to do with you. I’m out.”

And so she left. The only sound they heard after that was slamming of the door to her room. She had one at the Manor since her expert knowledge was sometimes needed and she was helping the bats while patrolling at night.

And then chewing on the cereals.

“Well that was quite the show….”

“SHUT UP GRAYSON!”

***

“Y/N? Please, open the door. I just wanna talk.”  Jason was knocking at her door for like 10 minutes now and yet, she didn’t bother answering and he started losing all hope.  Did he fuck up? Was all the chances he had with her gone just because he was a stupid idiot In love and therefore acting like crazy?

“She’s not there, you know.”  Tim emerged from his room, bothered by all the knocking and begging.

“What? then where is she?”

“Hm…. Not sure if I should tell you after everything that just went down…..”

“How do you….? Fuck, whatever. I swear if you don’t tell me where she hid I would burn all the coffee shops in the tristate area!”

“I equipped them all with the fireproof furniture and equipment a while ago. Had a feeling that sooner or later you will threaten me with the lack of coffee….Listen to me carefully, replacement…” Jason took a step forward, towering over Tim’s figure but before he could take any action, another voice joined the conversation.

“Boys. Why do you always have to act like savages? Y/N escaped to the roof. Guess she was in need of some air after that little outburst.”

“Thanks, Steph.”

“Always a pleasure. “ she winked “Oh, and Todd? Make sure to fix it. I really don’t like this Rayner guy, either.”

***

“Was it Steph? I know it was her.” Jason could only do as much as step into the rooftop when Y/N felt his presence. Apparently the time with bats sharpened her senses.

“Y/n. I just want to talk.”

“Ok. Sit. Talk. I’m listening.” She patted the spot next to her and Jason took it without any hesitation. She was willing to listen, maybe not everything was lost.

“I’m sorry” he sighed deeply and that made her turn her head and look straight into his eyes just to confirm if he actually did say the words she heard coming from him

“Wow! That would be the first time I ever heard you say a thing like that!” she laughed

“I mean it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was playing around with you or anything like this. It’s just…. just…..”

“What, Jace? Come on, just say it. Just be honest with me. I won’t laugh or judge you, I promise.”

“I had a crush on you.”

“Had?”

“All right, I still do!” he threw his hands in the air “Are you trying to humiliate me now?”

“For how long?” she asked looking at the space in front of her, not meeting his eyes and missing the fact that he was eyeing her with love sick puppy eyes, begging whatever deity was there that she would let him love her. Despite everything. He would put all the work in proving to her that he could be better. For her. For them. And if that required honesty – so be it.

“A year.” He muttered, almost inaudibly.

“A year?!” she cried “seriously, Jason! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“How was I supposed to tell you?! I didn’t know if you were feeling the same way! I couldn’t risk scaring you off. I couldn’t risk…. Losing you. ”

“You didn’t notice all those times when I was making a fool out of myself just to get your attention? I mean really, doe eyes?”

“I’m…. I’m not good with all that flirting and teasing and relationship stuff. I … I don’t recognize it well. Besides, you are my best friend and ….”

“And what?” she moved her whole body, so now she was not only facing him, but her whole figure was turned towards him “Just say it. Please.” She begged, looking straight into his eyes, not faltering for even a second. “Say it, cause I don’t think I can.”

“I wanna fuck up the friendship.” He gasped, not really believing the words coming out of his mouth. But once he started he just couldn’t stop the flow “I want to love you. I want to have you to myself. I want to be yours. I want to be able to hold you, touch you, kiss you. I don’t want to be just friends anymore. I want to make you mine. If you let a fool like me…..“

“And it’s not just because of Kyle?”

“Fuck no! I don’t give a single damn about him! I care about you, Y/N. In a more-than-friends way. I’m done pretending. ” he whispered looking down, his cheeks a bit reddened. Not a long though since she cupped his cheek and made him look at her.  “Please, be mine”he whimpered

“Jason, can you promise me you won’t act like a male ego embodied again?”

“I can’t.” he shook his head in resignation “I can’t cause I care too much and can’t help getting possessive sometimes and…..” She didn’t let him finish leaning forward and pressing her lips to his. This took him a bit by surprise, since he thought she was going to ditch him for not being able to promise her what she needed. And instead, she was kissing him?

Damn it, not just kissing, that was clearly an understatement. She was laying all her love on him. Those sweet, soft lips he was dreaming about for so long were on his, brushing over his gently and yet with so much passion he was practically melting. He wanted more and yet, all that tenderness and intimacy of sharing first kiss in the privacy of nighted rooftop was something to enjoy rather than to destroy by any urgency.

And so, even if still confused, he followed her lead, choosing delicacy and softness. Maybe it was what they both needed and enough to get him high and drunk on the feeling of her. He could feel her with every cell in his body. Her touches, her smell, her affection for him. All of it combined.

He barely held back a whine when she pulled back.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” he whispered, his hands aching to touch her and hold her to his chest, but holding back because he needed her direct answer. “For acting like a dumbass?”

“You had me at I wanna fuck up the friendship” she laughed lightly, changing position and settling between his legs, not fighting or running away.  

“You have no idea how long I wanted to say it.” He answered, wrapping arms around her waist, pulling her closer and kissing her neck softly, inhaling the fresh scent of her shampoo “So long, baby… so fucking long…..”

“Glad you choose the moment when I was forgiving and merciful” she chuckled “’because you know, it could have backfired on you.”

“But you’re not leaving?” his grip on her tightened in a sudden fright this was all just a crazy dream and in a minute he would wake up in his own bed, alone and cold, still yearning for her, none of those words from before said in real life.

“No.” she put her soft hands on his biceps, caressing his skin and all those scars reassuringly “I made up my mind, Jason. It’s you. It’s always been you. I’m done pretending too.“ she turned her head and hid face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling her nose over his skin. “I love you.”

In the darkness of the roof, with almost no stars on the sky and with her eyes closed,  she didn’t notice few tears that gathered in Jason’s eyes and flowing down his cheeks.

He had her.

He finally had her.

And he was not going to let go.

[bettathanyou]

Cedric x Reader Having A Nightmare

Sponsored by me, who woke up to a nightmare and couldn't go back to sleep so I wrote this lmao. Trigger warning for reference of childhood trauma and abuse

Hopefully y'all can get some better sleep than I could

"(y/n)...! You need to wake up!"

Cedric's voice called out to you from the inky blackness, the in-between place that lies within dreams and the waking world.

Your eyelids snapped opened as the remnants of your dream faded to the back of your subconscious. Your face was buried deeply in your pillow, and immediately you could feel the wetness of tears staining the pillowcase. You take in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily as you feel the weight of your nightmare clinging to your mind.

"...(y/n)?" Cedric calls your name again, more hesitant and lighter this time. You feel his hand curled around your arm, squeezing lightly.

You drag your cheek across the pillow, angling your face towards Cedric. His lean frame was propped up on his elbow, with his torso leaning towards you. Weak moonlight streamed from the balcony of Cedric's workshop, not enough for you to see past a few feet- but it was certainly enough to betray the look of heavy concern Cedric wore as he gazes down at you.

"..Are you alright?" He asks somberly, his voice having a lingering roughness from sleep.

You stare up at him in silence, trying in vain to find an answer that satisfies you. As you do so, you noticed Cedric's silver and ebony locks sticking out in all directions, with a stray lock of his white bangs falling into his eye.

It looks like he had just woken up himself.

"Did I wake you up?" You deflected his question with your own, your voice hoarse.

Cedric nodded, but before he could speak again an apology already left your lips.

"I'm sorry, love..." you trailed off, breaking eye contact for a moment in shame. You knew your nightmares could get bad, and for a while it was the reason you were afraid to fall asleep with the sorcerer. Even though you both have talked about this before, the instinctual need to apologize for the space you occupy always lashes out before any reasonable reaction.

Cedric shakes his head in response to your apology, brows furrowed in disapproval.

His hand leaves your arm, and instantly your heart aches from the withdrawal. Before you could mourn his touch further, however, his hand finds you again as he cups your face to meet his eyes once more.

"Don't apologize; it's okay."

Cedric's voice now sounded clearer, more awake now. His expression that previously held concern had since softened, and his honey eyes were devoid of any judgement or annoyance.

You weren't sure how to respond, except for a small nod of acknowledgement.

Even so, Cedric continues to hold you with his unwavering gaze, and with your cheek being captured in his palm, there was nowhere left for you to hide.

You felt scared for a moment- not of Cedric, but of the vulnerability it takes to look at him whenever old ghosts would haunt you like this. Some days it felt like if he looked close enough- or long enough, Cedric would find out how ugly and rotten those old wounds from your past really are, and how much they can fester. All the way down to your marrow.

Needing a way to channel your anxious energy, your hand automatically lands in Cedric's hair. Wordlessly, you begin to smooth down the rebellious strands of hair on Cedric's scalp. Your fingers tenderly untangle the silky strands, silently admiring the contrasting hues of white and black that slipped through your hand. Even though you've touched Cedric's hair a thousand times, and have looked at it double that amount, it never ceases to fill your heart with happiness.

Cedric knew quite well how you reach for anything in close proximity to fidget with when your nervous- his hair being a popular choice among them. While the idea of you being nervous made him nervous, he chose to close his eyes and let you work through his untamed bed head, giving a low hum of contentment at your touch.

If it helped you calm down, he certainly wouldn't complain.

After you are satisfied with your handiwork, you let your hand slide through his hair once more before splaying your hand across Cedric's cheek. His eyes flicked to yours briefly, their familiar warmth and love for you seeping through his eyelashes.

Immediately he turns his face to lean more into your hand, his nose practically buried in your palm. You break into a smile at the gesture, watching as Cedric covers your hand with his own. You caress his cheek with your thumb softly, and he returns your affection with his lips gently meeting against the soft skin of your wrist in a few soft kisses.

After a moment, Cedric breaks the silence between you.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He mumbles gently into your skin, shooting you a hesitant glance.

"I..." you drift off, momentarily blanking on the question. Cedric waits patiently for you to collect your thoughts, and you continue.

"I don't remember much, really- nightmares always fade fast, for me." You spoke quietly, glancing over at Cedric to gauge his reaction.

"What do you remember, if anything?" He asks, his face neutral.

You give a half hearted shrug, not really wanting to try and actively recall your dream.

"Just the end, I guess. All I remember is feeling like I had to- to get away; before I got hurt." You feel your pulse quicken as you hear yourself speak, your stomach twisting at the implications of your words.

"I see..." Cedric murmurs, nodding his head as your confession sinked in. You see the turmoil behind his carefully masked neutrality, and it eats a hole in your heart. You sigh deeply, trying to alleviate the weight that was settling in your chest.

"I've had plenty worse nightmares though- this one isn't too bad. I'll be alright." You offered, a weak attempt at consoling your partner.

Cedric only gives you an incredulous look in response, and you don't like the way his eyes cut through your bluff.

"You're safe here, (y/n). You know that, right?" Cedric asks, almost as if he was pleading.

"...I know." You pushed the words out slowly, almost grimacing from the effort it took to speak. You know objectively what Cedric says is true, but even still your body refuses to fully believe it.

Cedric noticed your discomfort immediately, and shifted his body closer to yours. His arm gently snakes around your waist, then nudges at your back; his soft brown eyes asking for silent permission to hold you close.

You respond by dipping your face into the crook of Cedric's neck, your arms swiftly embracing him and holding his torso in a tight squeeze. In turn, Cedric pulls you tightly against his chest, lithe arms cradling you like a precious jewel. Your heart feels comforted in Cedric's arms, and the warmth of his body helps your muscles relax into his form.

Taking in a deep breath, you inhale his scent deeply- the smell of petrichor, dried herbs and the sweet musk of old books making you believe, for a moment, in his words that promised you safety.

Cedric mirrors you, and you feel his chest rise as his takes in a deep breath. His breath is warm against you as he exhales in a long sigh, helping you feel grounded.

You both lay in a comforting silence, listening to each other breath. After a while, you almost don't notice how each of your breathing has finally fallen into sync.

"Cedric?" You speak his name hesitantly, cringing at your voice cutting through the silence.

"Hm?" The sorcerer responds, feeling his voice vibrate through you.

"Thank you, for waking me up," you start, your fingers fidgeting with the fabric of his night shirt.

"Of course, darling." Cedric rubs your back for a second as he responds, and suddenly you remember the pleading look as he told you that you were safe.

"And- I know that I'm safe, I promise. It's just... hard getting used to it." You admitted with a heavy sigh.

Cedric stays silent for a moment, and each second you grow worried that you somehow upset him. As you start to move your head to look up at him, Cedric speaks, stopping you in your tracks.

"I know it's hard- trust me, I do." Cedric enunciates, and your mind wanders to the things he had to go through to empathize with your statement. You squeeze his body in comfort, signalling that you understood what he meant.

"One day though, you're going to wake up and realize you can't remember the last time you had a nightmare." Cedric says with conviction, and you almost want to believe it. You scoff into his chest, amused but not convinced.

"I know, it's hard to believe. It'll be so subtle, you'd almost miss it." Cedric lets out a dry chuckle, gazing down at you with a complicated look.

"Just... give it time, love." Cedric finished, kissing your head affectionately.

"That's about all I can do." You said with a sigh, nuzzling him; but you had a smile on your lips regardless.

With your conversation now at a close, you both eventually drifted off to an undisturbed sleep; devoid of nightmares, but full of love and care for one another.

[academyofbrokenhearts]

Of Nightmares and Late Night Encounters

Kaya has a nightmare and Suna wakes him up. The rest, as they say, is history. One-shot.

My brain came up with this scene late at night on Christmas Eve, when I was trying to fall asleep, and it (obviously) didn't leave me alone until I actually wrote the entire thing. As mentioned in the tags, I have no idea how KaySun will evolve in canon, so I don't know how (or if) what I wrote here will fit in with the show. But whatever. This fandom deserves nice things.

AO3 link here.

Suna had been a light sleeper for most of her life.

It was like her subconscious was finely tuned in to catch even the smallest sign of something not being right in her environment. As a child, she would always wake up and reach out to Seyran whenever her sister had nightmares, her touch and whispered words always more than enough to soothe her and return her to a calm sleep. If she couldn't protect Seyran from the regular horrors of the day, she could at least protect her from the horrors that were haunting her sleep - which, Suna suspected, were the same anyway.

She had kept the habit of waking up at least once per night as an adult, even after Seyran had married and left her proximity, never truly being able to enjoy an uninterrupted night of sleep, always on edge.

She had enjoyed a change in her sleeping pattern only since marrying Kaya. Having him around during the night was comfortable in a way she hadn't expected. Kaya was keeping to himself for the most part, and, outside of the moments when they were being intimate, was extra careful to not cross into her personal space, putting a respectful distance between the two of them. He was also an exceptionally calm sleeper, not moving much during the night; he would fall asleep on his belly, hugging a pillow, and Suna suspected that's how he would usually wake up as well, although, thanks to her newfound ability to sleep without interruption during the night, she hadn't yet had the chance to wake up before him to test her theory.

So when she unexpectedly wakes up during what appeared to initially be just another regular night, she knows something is amiss.

With her mind still slightly foggy, she looks next to her, at Kaya who's still asleep (on his back, she quickly takes note), and at first cannot quite believe her eyes, but sure enough, she has seen a similar picture many times before. Kaya's breath is accelerated, his fingers clutching the sheet, the pillow on the floor, away from his grasp, and yeah, all signs point out to him having a nightmare.

A heartbeat passes, and she's not quite sure what she should do - if she should do anything at all. But then a brief pained moan escapes his lips, so her need to soothe takes over, and she reaches out to him, touches his forehead gently with her palm.

He wakes up with a shudder, and Suna almost backs off, but his eyes quickly focus on her, and he catches her hand with his before she can completely withdraw it.

"Suna," he whispers.

"I'm sorry," Suna whispers back, not exactly knowing what to say. "It looked like you were having a nightmare."

He swallows once, twice. "Yeah, I think I was," he says, no longer looking at her. "Did I bother you?"

He looks uncomfortable, and Suna remembers his reaction the morning after he had fallen asleep crying in her arms. At the time, she had thought he was being distant to punish her, but looking at him now, she realises it was probably also because he didn't like showing his hidden vulnerability.

"Don't worry about that," she replies. "I'm a light sleeper normally."

His features relax a bit, and he turns on his side to look at her, his hand still on hers. "Sorry anyway," he says. "I don't know why, but I don't seem to sleep well on my back."

A pause, then he adds:

"But I didn't know you're a light sleeper. It's a bit surprising."

"I used to be a light sleeper, at least," Suna amends, and for a moment she thinks whether it's okay to share this with him or not, but they did promise to be honest with each other, and she doesn't see what harm it could bring. So she adds: "It seems like I sleep better with you around."

His gaze becomes pensive, and he studies her for a while, without saying a word, his hand moving slightly over hers in touches just as gentle as her own touch on his forehead earlier. Suna feels her cheeks reddening slightly, but holds his gaze, waiting.

He eventually speaks again:

"Suna, is it okay if I hold you for a while?"

And she doesn't know what pushes her to say it. Maybe it's the fact that it's late at night, maybe it's the constant gentleness he treats her with, his great care around her, the respect regarding her boundaries, the way he looks in semidarkness, eyes on her. Maybe all of those at once.

But she says it.

"You can do much more than hold me. If you want."

He doesn't say a thing, but, before she can even start to second guess herself, his lips are on hers, and his kiss is hot and heavy.

*

Even with all her lack of experience and general shyness in intimate situations, Suna doesn't think Kaya realised that she was technically a virgin during their first night together.

Because he took so much time, touching her intently, pausing to ask her whether it felt good, encouraging her initially timid touches as well, that by the time he entered her, she was so relaxed that it didn't hurt, and she never bled.

He never quite asked her what happened in her first marriage; he probably suspects she was assaulted, but never asked for any details, and that's something she's quietly grateful for. She doesn't think she can share with anyone the sort of humiliation she was made to endure. Not even with him; not yet, anyway. She doesn't know why, but she feels deep in her core that he wouldn't judge her.

She's not used to ask for what she wants; she was always in the background of her own life, never being able to oppose whatever bad things would happen to her at any given moment.

There's nothing bad about this, though, nothing bad about the way his arms hold her, nothing bad about his lips on her throat, nothing bad about his whisper in her ear "you can stop me if I become too rough", nothing bad about his hands on her bare skin.

He's indeed less gentle than the previous times they did it, his hands wandering around more freely, his touch a bit more insistent, his whispers more commanding: "tell me how to do it, tell me how you like it", words that would normally make her blush in any other situation, but not here, not with him.

She feels him deep inside of her, intensity building up to the point that she can barely hold herself together, and it's frightening, but also exhilarating. "Let go," he murmurs, "let go, let go, I won't be able to last long either", and that's what finally sends her over the edge.

*

When she returns from the bathroom, she expects to see him already clothed, as it usually happens after their intimate encounters. But he lays between the sheets in the same position he was when she left, and, as far as she can see, he's still naked.

She pauses for a bit, then, almost without realising, slips out of her robe and lets it fall to the ground before climbing back into bed.

He reacts immediately, moving towards her, hands touching her tenderly. "Is it okay like this? Sorry, I didn't really feel like moving, but I can-" and then he pauses, and she knows he realised she's also naked behind the sheets.

"It's okay," she smiles. "It's comfortable."

His head moves towards her shoulder, his body almost completely covering hers, and Suna holds him gently, her fingers playing with his hair. She feels him from head to toe, a pleasant warm weight on top of her.

It's beautiful. It's scary.

She thinks she knows what love is, but she doesn't quite know how to define this, whatever it is that's between them. She just knows she doesn't want it to end.

"Suna," she hears him speaking. "Will you hold me like this for a bit longer?"

And so she gives the only answer that wouldn't sound like a lie: "Always."

*

He's still asleep when she wakes up in the morning.

[blotlcss]

@mostrohost asked: "...you're heartbeat has changed." He says lightly, almost offhandedly, arranging his notebooks into a semblance of order while studying them from the corner of his eye. Truthfully, Azul had wondered for some time if he were simply imagining it before - but his sensitivity to magic and its eddies never lied. There was the unmistakable tint of blot within the prefect, something that would have been odd to consider before given that they had no magic. A hint would have been understandable, as everyone accumulated it at different rates. But this... this felt concentrated. Not entirely unlike a blot stone, yet somehow within the other's flesh without burning through it. "When did this happen, I wonder?" Folding his hands together, Azul let his chin rest on them consideringly. "In STYX, perhaps? Or are you unaware of it?"

"I—" They always thought it was strange, how they weren't affected by the blot whenever a student overblotted, but they had assumed it was due to the fact they had no magic to accumulate blot. But when everything in Styx went to hell and they saw how everyone was affected... They began to wonder if there was something deeply wrong.

"The night Grim went berserk I went looking for him and I was attacked.... Crowley reported it as a minor injury but I remember there being so much blood before I passed out.... And the way he looked at me when I woke up— It was like he was looking at a ghost." Subconsciously they reach for the scars on their chest, clutching at the fabric.

"When I tried asking he just kept dodging the question and refused to look me in the eyes..... Which is all I need to see to know something is wrong with me. And you saying I even have a different heart beat now confirms it for me."

"It doesn't make sense, I'm from a world where magic doesn't even exist so how could I have any resistance to it? If anything it would make more sense for me to be vulnerable to it don't you think?" The words of the entity in the mirror lingered in the back of their mind 'The mirror can only call to those that are from this realm, and if you came from a different world, who's to say you were initially from there to begin with?'

"Maybe if things manage to slow down I'll try asking Ortho if Styx could take a look at me.... So long as they don't turn me into a test subject and lock me away."

[shiningmystic]

hey so recently for the past week or so ive had consistant dreams of being watched followed and in some cases chased and hunted usually the perpetrator is someone i dont recognise ie: hes wearing a mask or some type of suit or disguise but its still the unsettling feeling ive had whenever i try to recall said dreams and i still remember tidbits of them. so i wondered then if it really related to me in my waking life or if it was someone trying to warn me of their personal experiences? or was spirit just trying to show me what i should watch out for? i really dont know with this

for example the first dream was my younger self being chased with a guy holding a knife i hid behind a brown leather couch and covered meself and hid behind like a corner of a wall and cause i was small or much younger in this dream its like he was looking for me but couldnt see me for whatever reason same with the lion dream i had awhile ago where an aggressive lion was looking for me but couldnt see me directly even if i was in sight the lion could not get to me even if it tried too. and a few others like that sometimes its had ppl i know in it like an uncle or ex friend who would be directly looking at me whilst in an elevator again no idea wtf that was about. soddy for rambling but yh mad times innit tho?

Hey friend wow, I love interpreting dreams how did you know? (if your an old follower hello)

Well from what I have learned usually 'chasing' dreams can represent an anxiety or fear in waking life, even just stress. Our subconscious is always tapped into Spirit so you may be right. Spirit usually contacts us through dreams as does every energy out there because that is the closest space we can reach as humans to the other side. Maybe it's both, spirit may be cueing you into your stress and how there is a lot on you right now or some situation that has been creeping up on you.

A threat that cannot see you but keeps hunting you down...very interesting. I do believe this could be a stress dream and the feeling you have thinking about the dream is so important. 'Unsettling' makes me feel like a horror movie or anxiety eating at your gut. Our dream space is where we process everything in our day, and it would make sense for your mind trying to process a threat that never seems to reach you because you find ways to avoid it. Think about your waking life and ask yourself, are you stressed? even if its small it may lead you to other questions and answers. Besides the logical reasons let's see what some sources say:

On dreamdictionary.org I looked into Lion interpretations and went directly to chase/attacked by a lion. There is a lot about trying to stand up for yourself and take control over a situation in your waking life. The lion can represent your "fears and anxieties, people who dominate you, you're not the leader of the pack, fight for dominance, repressed instincts or sexual urges, Anger/temper." There even may be a suggestion in that you may be running away when a situation rises in your waking life. this could be a person as well in your life that is controlling, your brain is random but not that random.

Another website mentions your subconscious could be projecting anger onto the lion and letting you know that you need to let it out. (luciddreamssociety.com). There may be a deadline of something coming towards you and that's why this thing in your dream is watching you and hunting you. It's interesting you mention being your younger hiding from a threat. as children we are at our most vulnerable because usually, we have a lot of our power taken away and the theme of power is similar to both dreams. Just know you should believe in yourself and that you do have the strength to handle whatever comes up in life even if it's a surprised; you always get through it and you're not alone.

If any of this resonates ponder it some more and ask yourself some questions out loud and let your brain cook to see what pops out. Let me know what you think if you want :)

[amosdeleon]

Although her question was almost rhetorical, Amos let his eyes scan her face carefully, almost as if he hadn't done several times before now. This thing between them, it was hard to understand sometimes. Most times. It felt like in a lot of ways, they walked on eggshells around each other and he didn't think it was because of fear of the other's reactions, but of their own reactions. He hadn't realized that he'd purposely put space between because his subconscious was aware of how much it would mean to him if she actually saw him as more than just the man that knew how to have a good time, that always had a smirk on his face, that made her smile. "I didn't--I just didn't know that you wanted to be close to me like that, you know? It's different to what we've been doing." He admitted slowly, a rare moment of vulnerability and his way to show that as much as he liked to act like he did, Amos didn't have all the answers. He was willing to put in the work though. Because the more that time passed, the more that he found himself thinking about her, wondering what she was doing, wondering if she thought about him as often as he did her and also wondering what exactly they were doing. Amos tilted his head to the side, his eyes soft, and reached for her other hand with his at her next words, unable to feel like without saying much, something was shifting between them. Like this conversation should have taken place long before to avoid all the confusion they'd dealt with the past few weeks. It meant the world to him that she was so willing to offer her support, probably because he knew that she could tell how big of a deal it was for him. "I'd like that, Shay. I like having you around."

"I'm not used to people wanting to see all sides of me. But I'll do my best to show you if you really want me to." Amos had dated so many people after his divorce, few of them seriously, most of them short-term. Despite his behavior, he was a man that followed his heart. That was why his career meant so much to him, everything that Amos de Leon did, he did it passionately. Matters of the heart though, had always took a second place in his life and it had taken his years to realize just how much it hurt him to choose the life that he had now. A life where everyone thought that he had everything that he wanted, but in reality, he spent most of it wondering what if things were different. From day one, Amos had realized that Şeyda did things differently, he could tell she tried to hold back. The first time that they'd hooked up, it was as surprising to him as it was for her, he'd figured they would never act on all the flirting. It would work out in their favor though, that she kept distance between them right after because without realizing it, their dynamic was giving Amos enough time to realize how much he wanted her around. A slow smile formed on his lips as she apologized, finding it endearing in a way. It seemed like they were on the same boat, so who was he to judge. "Got it. No, seriously, I got it. I'm gonna pursue you so hard, you're not gonna know what hit you." His tone of voice was playful as he lifted one of his hands to cup the side of her neck, blue eyes meeting with her dark ones before she leaned in for a small kiss. Amos grinned widely as she agreed to the date, nodding his head at her words before leaning back in for another soft, short kiss on the lips. "This weekend. Whenever you're free. Just let me know."

Everything he said and explained resonated with her. Not only did she gain some understanding of where Amos had been regarding his physical presence but he also offered up a glimpse of his head space. The fact that she didn't have to dig for that information made her heart flutter a little, it made her feel a little stronger in stepping forward toward him. As though she wasn't alone on this unexpected journey of feelings when it came to the two of them. It also let her in on the fact that without saying as much that he might have feelings for her too. "Why wouldn't I want to see it?" There was no certainty within her that the question was rhetorical or she was curious to understand his thinking behind that. They'd maybe confused each other quite a bit. "Isn't that how it's supposed to be... when you grow closer to someone? You let them see all the sides of you..." And if they stayed and still wanted you despite whatever your bullshit was that the feelings were really genuine? There was certainly a lot of darkness surrounding her, which was another reason she created distance sometimes, not sure if he'd want anything to do with her if he were to learn about her fucked up family and what she was dealing with. "I wanted to reach out, but..." A little smile broke through and Şeyda laughed softly. "Since you didn't... I wasn't sure, you know?" She wasn't a chaser. Never in her life had she actually pursued someone but there was a strong part of her that wanted to with him. Was it just sex? Something she wasn't actually good at maintaining. Being repeatedly intimate with someone meant she was bound to have feelings, and that was why it was rare for her. "This must be really tough to go through, though. Your last match, putting the racket up and retiring..." And she was sure he wasn't going through it alone. A charismatic, attractive man like him probably had plenty of attention and support. "I want to be there for you... if you let me."

They kept inching closer to each other and it was clear there was something very magnetic between them. Şeyda pulled in a breath when contact was made, evident in her chest rising, but she didn't release it immediately and instead let the electricity of his touch move through her. She'd dated in the past, tried to have casual flings, they weren't super common but there had only been one serious relationship in her past where real feelings were involved. The demise of that relationship had been so devastating and traumatic that she'd locked up her emotions tightly. Never wanting to experience that kind of pain again. Şeyda hated that she was fighting it with Amos and that she overthought too much about their connection and interactions but she realized slowly that she feared losing him. She peered up into his blue eyes and had to gently and slowly sink her teeth into her lip to restrain the smile that desperately wanted to form at his admission. "Neither have I," she returned and moved her fingers against his, easing him just a little closer to her. "Sorry..." It came out more playful and her expression began to morph to match the tone as he gave her a hard time again. "I don't know how to pursue someone. You might have to lead the way, Ames." She was trying to say that if he took the lead she'd respond in kind. "I clearly can't ignore you but alright... you want to put the games away, let's do it." The flight of butterflies in her stomach put a smile on her face as Amos asked her on a date, one that she couldn't restrain as well. "Alight," she tried to sound casual, but then, "I'd really like that." The distance then closed, Şeyda pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. "Sooner rather than later, yeah?" She asked as she pulled back just a little.

[synthetickitsune]

Musings | Vampire!The8 | [f, a]

Summary: A soft morning without sunlight and a vampire with his human lover and the many differences between them. Word count: 1.6k Warnings: mentions of blood and death

If the night is the time for pleasure, the morning is the time for pain.

Minghao’s always been one to appreciate harmony, and this idea fitted into his world perfectly.

The proof of the truth of the statement is right in front of his eyes. He bit you at an awkward angle, at an awkward place that he knows is going to cause you pain with each movement of your neck. You’ll feel it throbbing with dull pain when you walk. And he knows just as well that you’re not going to say anything about it. You won’t tell him to be careful next time, but that doesn’t matter. He’s going to remember it and be more mindful without you scolding him. He doesn’t like when he doesn’t notice and you have to ask anyway. 

He knows you keep saying you don’t mind a little pain, but he sees the way you shy away from it any other time. He appreciates that you allow him to feed from you sometimes. It’s intimate and a testament to how much you love and trust him, but he’s well aware you don’t find it as pleasurable as he does. It’s selfish for him to give in to your pleas and his desire. He’s already taking more than he should be allowed from you. Maybe that’s why he gets so soft in the morning.

“What are you thinking about, Minghao?”

He hears his name and his eyes blink up to meet yours immediately.

“You were so out of it, love,” you smile down at him kindly, straddling his hips. Your fingers trace patterns all over his bare torso and it almost makes him shiver. You’re so warm. Alive. The evidence of your beating heart in all that you do.

You’re beautiful and he wishes he could pull the curtains open and see you in the morning sun. He could take a little burning, you do too after all, every time his fangs dive into your flesh. But you get so upset when he causes himself pain on purpose, even if he has the best of reasons. At least his enhanced sight is enough to appreciate you even in the dimness of your bedroom.

“It was nothing important,” he finally answers, giving you a small smile. You hum, eyes peering into his as if they could tell you more. He feels strangely vulnerable whenever you do that.

“What are you thinking about?” he tries to shift your attention, “You seem lost in thought yourself.”

Another hum and then his attention is brought to your hand that slides right to the middle of his chest and gives the spot a few gentle taps.

“Your heart,” you say simply, as if it was obvious what you mean. He gives you a curious look. Something inside of him tightens. Why is he so nervous?

“It’s not beating,” you add when you notice his confusion. But that doesn’t answer anything. It’s not like you only just now realized. He doesn’t like this. His throat feels tight. He doesn’t need to breathe, but it feels like he’s suffocating anyway. “Some people like to lay on their partner’s chest and listen to their heartbeat.”

“Do you?” he asks straight away, surprising both of you with how quick the question slips from his lips. He averts his eyes. He hasn’t gotten shy in quite a while, but it’s nothing new that you can draw reactions and feelings from him that he thought he long since forgotten.

“I do - I did,” you say simply. You reach out, gently cupping his jaw and making him turn his eyes back to you. It’s clear he doesn’t know how to react, and frankly you have no idea what came over you either.

“Remember when I had trouble falling asleep next to you?” you ask and see him swallow uneasily as he nods.

“I think that might’ve been the reason,” you wonder aloud, “It’s nothing I can control, but I think that human bodies are subconsciously wary of anything…”    

"Unnatural?" Minghao supplies helpfully, but with a tinge of bitterness in his voice. You sigh, calling his name to get him to look at you again.

"That's not what I meant," you whine softly. He doesn't ever want to see you uncomfortable, so he leans into your touch, kissing your palm to reassure you he knows you don't mean to hurt him. 

"But maybe there's no better word," you cringe, smiling at him awkwardly, "I'm sorry, love, it's really not what I wanted to say."

He chuckles, lifting his own hand to your cheek and stroking your soft, warm skin. He can imagine your blood rushing underneath, working to keep you alive. His hand falls lower, his knuckles brushing up and down the column of your neck. He's careful to avoid the space around the bite mark. Though there is something inside him that wants to brush his thumb over it, feels the physical manifestation of his claim on you. He needs to breathe you in, but he doesn’t want to make demands. Hearing you out comes first.

"It’s fine. I know," he acknowledges, "What made you think about it so much today?"

You shrug.

"I woke up and wanted to let the sun in," you admit, making him giggle softly. If only you knew. "But then I saw you and it all came to me. How different we are, all that."

Your hand falls back to his chest, joining its twin as they caress his stomach. It’s a fascinating sort of power you hold in your hands. Minghao may not look like it, but you know he’s much stronger than any human, let alone you. And yet here he is, letting you do as you please with his body. Sometimes you’re afraid he’d let you hurt him. Just the mental image of his warm dark eyes widening in shock and pain, immediately shrinking in acceptance is enough to create a nasty lump in your throat. 

You should feel reassured - he’s not a human, many consider him a monster. What does it matter if he gets hurt? But you love him. And he looks so human that if he didn't tell you the truth, you might've continued believing he was one. You caress over his skin back to where his heart should be beating under your palms. There’s nothing, no pulse, no warmth, just deadly silence. 

“Doesn’t it feel empty?” you ask, adding some pressure to your touch. Nothing. Like there’s a void inside of him - or that’s what your brain is telling you. Some part of you, ruled by instincts, tells you to run away, to tremble in fear. But the vampire under you is pliant, completely relaxed, so much as to seem almost vulnerable. Or maybe that’s the fight or flight talking.

“Does your chest feel full only because there’s a beating heart inside?” he turns the question on you. It catches you off guard, and he must’ve noticed because he’s chuckling. “Of course not. It feels the same it did when I was alive, at least from what I remember.” He frowns then, and you let him think, waiting patiently.

“Maybe… It felt wrong at first. After the initial bloodthirst and madness faded away,” there’s a distant look in his unfocused gaze, “Maybe it felt empty then, but not anymore. You get used to it, I suppose.”

You nod, bending down to kiss his cheek. It unnerves you when he gets so far away from you. You feel him smile against your skin, turning his head so he can plant a kiss to your cheek as well. His arms wrap around you, easily maneuvering you so that you’re laying on your side, facing him.

“You seem nervous,” you tease, quietly, a vain attempt at easing the nervous knot at the pit of your stomach. There’s something off about him this morning.

“I am,” he admits. It’s what you’ve always loved and admired about Minghao, how in touch he is with himself, and that he doesn’t hide what he’s feeling. “Stay with me. For as long as you want, for as long as you can.”

You know he’s not talking about you leaving the bed, or the apartment.

Sighing, you rest your forehead against his. He leans into you, his arms cradling your body against his and they fit together perfectly. It’s safety you’ve never known, even as your blood runs through his veins and the side of your neck carrying his mark aches. Could you ever bear the same curse? Would it change your relationship? You know he loves how warm you are. But you know he’s not talking about that either.

“For as long as I want, and for as long as I can,” you promise, pressing your lips against his gently. You know he doesn’t ask for more, and it makes you both shiver with emotions indescribable and wish he was just a little more greedy. So maybe he wouldn’t let you go if you one day ask him to.

“I know it’s hard,” he whispers, nosing along your cheekbone, “I’m sorry. And thank you.”

His body envelops you like he can’t stand the thought of space existing between the two of you. And you melt into him, your arms hugging him back and pulling him closer still. You stroke his back slowly, rubbing warmth into the muscles along his spine. Your legs tangle together. 

He doesn’t want to let go of you, ever. But he’s not a monster enough to keep you when you one day ask him to let you go.

[omgjumin]

.·⑅ touch me. ♡ nanami kento

summary: you miss nanami and his touch that lingered from the morning.

tags: pet names (love, baby, darling), nanami calls you a good girl like twice but reader is not gendered, afab! reader, slight degradation, praise kink, and thigh riding

notes: i cant stop thinking about riding nanami's thigh i want him so so bad

You didn’t know how you ended up like this. It started out as you innocently missing your boyfriend, Nanami. You laid in bed, stretched out as you watched your favorite show. Nanami was away at work and would only return when he finished the mission he was assigned today. You missed him, of course you did. The way he touched you that morning left your mind running to remember the feeling. His hands gripped your hips as you fixed his tie. His pretty brown eyes stared down at you filled with love. “Thank you, love. I will see you when I’m done, okay? Have a good day.” Nanami leaned down to place a kiss onto your lips as his hands traveled off your hips to cup your face. His body swung yours around leaning you against the wall. What was supposed to be a small quick kiss had turned into a slow lustful kiss. The only sound that filled the shared house was the sound of lips smacking and heavy breaths. “I love you. Stay safe.” You broke away from Nanami’s addicting lips, giving him a smile. “I love you too. I will be, I’ll come home.” You gave Nanami one last kiss before shoo’ing him out the door.

As the memory from the morning came back into your mind, you subconsciously started to spread your legs and find a way to satisfy the need in between them. The purple vibrator that you had used many times with Nanami found its way into your hands. You grabbed onto the silicone and settled it in between your folds. Low whimpers left your lips as you pleased yourself. Hums and broken sighs filled the air as you turned the vibrations to be more frequent. “Fuck-” Your hips stuttered as you applied more pressure. You whined desperately chasing your own pending orgasm. With a roll of your hips, the vibrations hit just the right spot. A string of curses left your mouth as you continued your ministrations. "Fuck, shit, oh my god…" As your orgasm got closer, your hips started to push away from the vibrations. Yet you were eager to release. The overstimulation on your clit was pleasurable to say the least. You shut your eyes closed, wanting to imagine if it was Nanami instead in between your thighs. "Mmm Kento…." You softly moaned his name. The spread of your legs, the loud and unwavering sounds of the vibrator, the cold room temperature breeze that graced your burning skin, and the picture of Nanami right in front of you made it all too hard to breathe. It was sad how you clenched around nothing. Your body was yearning for his touch yet he wasn't here. With the free hand you had, you grabbed onto the sheets. Nails scratching the bed covers as you reach your orgasm. "Oh god…Kento!" You cried out as you came. As stray tears fell down your face, the post orgasm feeling toke over your limp body.

When Nanami got home, what he had expected was for his loving cute girlfriend to run up to him and embrace him. However he was met with soft whimpers and cries of his name. Nanami quietly made his way into the bedroom, leaning up against the door frame. It wasn't polite to watch someone who is in such a vulnerable state but Nanami couldn't help it. There was no way he was going to help you with your pleasure, especially right now. You were able to touch yourself whenever you wanted to, yes, but Nanami always wanted to be there when you did. Whether that's through a phone call or physically present like now.

"Baby I know you're close, go ahead and cum for me. Yeah? You are doing so well for me. Mhm. I know you miss me but I'll be back soon okay? Cum for me now and when I get back, I'll treat you. Good girl. You did well. I love you so much, I'll call you later, okay?"

Nanami softly chuckled as you laid there, unknown of his presence. As you opened your eyes, you observed Nanami’s unreadable expression. You felt as if you were prey under Nanami’s eyes. “Hey, my love. Did you have fun?” Nanami questioned in a provoking manner. “I… Um.” You slowly retracted your legs that were spread out on the bed close to your chest. “You know, it's funny.” Nanami paused as he made his way to the bed. “When I got home, I didn’t expect you to be calling out my name like this. Spread out on the bed, toy in your hand as you played with yourself, moaning my name. You know, if you had waited a little longer, I would’ve helped. Really. It’s pitiful.” When you heard his almost degrading words, you whined. Your thighs squeezed together wanting to satisfy the creeping need in between your legs. “Now I haven’t even touched you yet and your body is eager for me.” Nanami sat down on the bed, his work clothes were still on but he couldn’t care less right now. “Come sit.” Nanami patted his thigh with one hand as the other came to rest on your hips. You were hesitant before you started moving. “But-”

“Now. Don’t let me repeat myself or I’m not going to let you cum.” Your eyes strayed from his burning stare. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, his arm muscles flexing under shirt as he lifted you onto his leg. “Look at me while you ride my thigh and if you ever look away, you’re not going to finish, okay?” You nodded your head as you began to roll your hips onto his thigh. It was embarrassing how even after having you own orgasm just minutes ago, you were still overwhelmingly needy. Your own wetness seeped through Nanami's pant leg. It's not wrong to say that the wetness aided to your pleasure but it sure was embarrassing. Your eyes shut, not wanting to look into the eyes of the man who was allowing you to get off on his thigh. His hands were placed by your side on the bed. Nanami's expression at that moment was unreadable. You wondered if he was actually angry at you or enjoying that you were taking your pleasure from him. Nanami bounced his leg, only slightly flexing it under your cunt. "Hey, what did I say? Eyes on me." Your eyes snapped open to meet his that were flaring with lust.

"Please." You quietly begged. Your trembling body slowly yet still holding rhythm grinded on his thigh. Your fingers were laced into his suit jacket. You silently begged for him to touch you. You wanted to feel him. You just wanted him. Yet he only hummed not sparing you a single glance while you got off on him. Nanami had looked like he was far more interested in something on his phone rather than his pretty little girlfriend on his thigh. "Please… just help me. I'm so close." Nanami chuckled. His deep but soft laugh filled the air as he shook his head. "It seems you didn't need my help earlier. So why should I help you now?" You wanted to hit him, pound your fists onto his chest, frustrated that you couldn't get what you wanted. You wanted to throw a silly little tantrum just so you could get his attention. But you knew that if you ever were to, there was no chance even then you would ever get touched. Let alone cum. Your legs that were straddling his thigh started to shake. The roll of your hips started to get faster as you pressed your cunt down harder. Your eyes trailed from his to his jawline down to the obvious strain in his pants. The throbbing sensation in between your thighs made you fasten your pace. Whimpers of his name fell past your lips as you got closer and closer by the second.

"Look at you, baby. Fucking yourself on my thigh. It's precious how needy you can get for me." With another roll of your hips, you let out a restricted moan. It was almost frustrating how hot and bothered you are and Nanami hasn't even laid a finger on you. Your hips began to stutter as you brought yourself to your high. You wanted to quit, the overstimulation on your clit was getting to be too much. "Now don't be shy, you can do it. Be my good little whore and cum on my thigh. That's it. Good girl." Setting down his phone, Nanami returned his eyes on you. Your fucked out expression was what made Nanami's dick twitch. Tears began to form and fall down your cheeks. You leaned down onto Nanami's chest and rested there. As you caught up with your breath, he rubbed small strokes against your back. "You did so well for me, my love. Shhh, it's okay. Let me take care of you now." Your hands gripped onto his dress shirt as you mumbled something incoherent. "Baby, look at me. What's wrong?" Nanami's eyes looked nothing short of concern. The hand that was holding your waist was now wiping off any fallen tears. "I missed you and I wanted you to touch me but you didn't." You choked out. Your body felt empty without him touching you in any way. Your eyes blinked slowly as you were being held in his arms. "I'm sorry, my love. I'm here to touch and love you now, okay?" You nodded before letting yourself be flipped over, your back now making contact with the mattress. Nanami softly smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Just as the morning, what was meant for a small quick kiss turned to be a passionate filled kiss. You grabbed onto Nanami's tie, pulling him closer into the kiss. "You're so cute. And for the record, I did miss you too. I was thinking about you all day."

"Just fuck me already, Kento."

Nanami chuckled once again, "Alright, darling."

[obeiii-mee]

MC had a bad day or they’re dealing with a bad loss from a loved one. So they decide to seek comfort from the Brothers! But they don’t do it in a normal way, they just barge in the room where the brothers are all relaxing or hanging out at before MC just busts in getting their attention and they go “I need a hug 🥺”. Let’s see the some fluffy hc’s of the brothers comforting MC 🥰

And how could they not want to hug their cute human that is literally 3 seconds away from breaking down into tears?

The Brothers Comforting MC After A Bad Day:

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You’re right, they wouldn’t be able to resist, they love their human too much 😌

*soBS* I want to hug one of them so bad rn

Thank you for the request, I love writing fluffy HCs, it’s my weak spot and it gives me serotonin. I hope you have a nice day/night!! Uh, it’s sort of implied that MC is slightly shorter than them so sorry if that’s a problem-

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Notes: Fluff, mentions of loss and dead family members/friends, mostly comfort though, short HCs

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beezlebub and Belphegor.

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Lucifer:

-He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t really need to because him just being there, arms wrapped around you and hands lightly running up and down your back, is worth more words than any sort of verbal consolation he could’ve given you and because of this, you feel at ease

-His touch is firm but gentle and you relax almost immediately, burying your head against his chest and feeling him press a kiss on top of your hairline, tightening your hold on him

-He already told his brothers to back off because the last thing he wanted was for you you to get overwhelmed by their insensitivity so you two were left in the living room by yourselves

-In a bit of an awkward position though, because you were both standing and after a while, it was clear a hug wasn’t going to be enough

-That’s his excuse as to why he picked you up bridal style five minutes later and carried you all the way to his bedroom, a place he knows his siblings won’t ever trespass without his permission and somewhere he can shield you from any prying eyes while you’re in this vulnerable state

-At this point, he was basically cradling you like a baby, having you sit on his lap and waiting for you to tire yourself out until you couldn’t cry anymore and watching you slip into that hiccuping stage you get after a breakdown

-Lucifer is obviously going to ask what happened, but whether you answer him or not is up to you because he’s not one to push matters if he sees you’re uncomfortable talking about it

-However, he might insist if he concludes that it’s affecting you and your well being and that’s how you know usually know he’s worried

-His voice is soft though and just listening to it makes you want to tell him everything, whether it’d be something as annoying as a small inconvenience you stumbled across that day or the death of a relative, you feel welcomed enough to spill everything

-Even if you decide not to, he’ll stay with you until you feel better, until you’re no longer crying or shaking or anything of the sort. He speaks occasionally, almost soothingly about how important you are to him and how capable you are of overcoming anything in your way. For the most part, however, he remains quiet and allows you to mull over your thoughts, willing to forget about his paperwork just to let you cling to him for a few hours

-Maybe later, when you’re no longer as distressed, he could get the full story out of you and help you overcome whatever problem you’re having trouble facing but for now, he understands all you need is for him to be there

“MC?” He calls your name out because he was thinking that maybe you had fallen asleep but he realised that was not the case when you looked up at him, streaks of tears still sliding down your cheeks. When you don’t respond, he sighs almost contently “A bit longer?” You don’t answer again but this time, he could feel you nod against him and he smiles despite himself as he leaned his head against yours “All right then, just a bit longer.”

Mammon:

-Truth be told, he’s never been the best at comforting someone and normally, he’s kind of awkward when he wants to show his support because it feels so out of his character

-But it’s not like he was going to refuse you anyway. Not when you specifically came to him and asked him for help and not when you looked like you were on the verge of crying. He’d be a monster to deny you >:(

-It upsets him too, you know. He’s meant to be your protector, guardian even, so the fact that he couldn’t keep you from getting hurt makes him feel like he failed at keeping his human safe. Actually, it takes a lot of convincing on your part just to tell him that you’re not actually physically hurt. Just a shitty day…

-Mammon, despite the walls he puts up ever now and then, is someone that genuinely cares for you. And he’s also the type that does almost everything in excess, especially when it comes to you or spending money. That’s just his personality; he’s loud and boisterous and even though he wants to deny this, completely transparent with his emotions

-You ask for a hug? He gives you plenty of hugs! He lets you lay on top of him while cuddling so he can hold you!!! He brings you snacks and drinks!!! Shit, he basically cradles you the whole night!!! And he’s blushing and acting annoyed the entire time, refusing to accept how much he’s actually enjoying this

-The point is, he tends to coddle you whenever you have a bad day or if you’re really affected by the loss of a dead loved one. This is probably because he, in turn, likes to be babied and cared for when he’s feeling down and he subconsciously does that to you because it’s the only means of comfort he knows how to execute well

-A hug would’ve sufficed, but you’re his human and let him be damned if he’s not gonna give you the world on a silver platter if you keep looking at him with those sad eyes of yours

-By now, if you need anything, you just need to ask because even with a bit of grumbling, he’ll get it for you. More snacks? Say less. Wanna watch TV with him for a while? Immediately reaches for the remote? You just want to cuddle? His body is naturally warm for a reason bby, dig in. You want his heart? Give him a moment to surgically get it out of his chest-

-No matter what, he’s so glad that you trust him enough to talk to him about this sort of stuff and that he’s the first person you think of when you need consolation

-It makes sense after all, right? He’s your first pact so your direct happiness is his responsibility while you’re in DevilDom! It’s his job to make sure you function again by tomorrow morning and that you’re no longer troubled by anything

“Hey! What’s with all the crying huh?” He cups your face in his hands and softly squishes the flesh between his fingers. His thumbs brush over the tears in your eyes and he let’s out a small ‘tsk’ as your foreheads touch and his hands drip to your shoulders to keep you steady “The Great Mammon is hugging ya right now, ya know? There’s no reason for you to be upset, not when I’ve got ya in my arms like this, OK? So you can stop with yer water works now.” As noisy as his voice is, there’s a gentle note behind it when he speaks and embraces you, his cologne spreading everywhere “I love you, ya big idiot. So please, stop cryin’ and lemme hold ya already! Yer making me worried, ya stupid human.”

Levi:

-You stopping by his room is not unusual. In fact, you do it every day and it’s just part of the routine you have with him. However, he’s wasn’t exactly expecting you to stand there, all shaken up and ask him for a hug!!!

-And he doesn’t process this request for a second but then he freaks out so badly-

-Yells incomprehensibly about how you’re ‘pulling your normie tricks on him again’ and how he’s ‘not going to be fooled by them anymore.’

-You raise your head to meet his eyes while he’s still rambling on though and he sees your teary expression and now he feels guilty because you look really upset. Levi’s kinda scared he made it worse-

-He’s the type to usher you in his room and lock the door as usual but instead of doing what the two of you always do, you literally stay attached to him because you need comfort damn it!

-Levi….is sort of clueless about these emotional outbursts since he himself doesn’t deal with them very well. However, he’s watched enough animes revolving around romance to conclude on the best course of action so-do not fear! (Spoiler, he still doesn’t know what he’s doing)

-He’s really stuck and can either stay as quiet as a nun or start babbling in a language you probably wouldn’t even understand because he’s so nervous

-Or actually, he might start crying with you if I’m being fair; he’s very in sync with his Henry and your emotions

-Once he calms down, he’s actually not all that bad at comforting. Levi is a bit stand offish with his hugs at first but he relaxes into them and by now, you’re both standing by the side of his bed, with you leaning onto him and him holding your hand. He then intertwines your fingers together but subconsciously because he wouldn’t have the gall otherwise

-Later, he tells you to help yourself with the snacks he has hidden in his room. I guarantee you he has a whole ass mini refrigerator hidden somewhere for his all night gaming session, in case he needs any boosts. No one knows how Beel hasn’t found the stash yet and there’s no need to tell him

-Then you watch re runs of old shows together and make fun of the shitty editing and dialogue. He’s still holding your hand though and he’s really flustered and wondering if it’s too sweaty for you but don’t mention it because he’ll get even more embarrassed

-He glances over to you, every once in a while, whilst you’re cuddled up against his arm, eyes glued on the TV, to make sure you’re OK. You almost gave him a seizure or at least that’s how he felt-so he made it his mission to make you feel better by any means necessary. Fuck today’s raids, his team can get them done without him!!

“I-I don’t know why you would want me of all people to hug you but…” he trailed off in a whisper, having to lean down so you could wrap your arms against his neck and bury your head in his shoulder. He pulled you in closer, a streak of protectiveness coursing through him as he shut the door to his room with his foot “Lord of the Shadows would never leave Henry all on his own, so I’m not going to do that either. This is an important character development arc and-just, please don’t cry. I’ll give you more hugs, OK? Seeing you like this is not good for my heart-“ stopped mid sentence after realising what he just said and now he’s the one burying his head in your shoulder, flushed beyond hell “Forget I just said that! Holy Lord Diavolo this is embarrassing, why am I like this????”

Satan:

-It troubles him greatly to see you like this and he can sort of feel the world shift out of place, seeing you with tears running down your face and hands balled into fists out of frustration almost immediately makes him fly into a fit of rage because who would dare to hurt you-

-Oh, a hug? If that’s all you need, he’s more than happy to oblige but if you’re as distraught as you seem to be, he wonders if just a small embrace from him would be enough

-Satan’s hugs are very intimate and even passionate at times. He has one hand on the back of your head and the other supporting your lower back while you bawl your eyes out into his shoulder and getting his uniform wet

-You can’t really seem to focus on what he’s trying to tell you because he’s so warm and welcoming and even though he’s someone as renowned as the Avatar of Wrath, he’s shockingly patient with you as you let out the overwhelming emotions that have been consuming you all day

-It’s hard to not relax when you’re in Satan’s presence because he’s calm and he smells like musty, old books and mahogany wood and cats, meaning he was most likely cuddling strays he found on the street the entire day. The first visual that comes to mind is fire crackling behind a grate in a chimney and someone reading a book while swinging back and forth on an old, rickety chair when you’re around him

-He will wait until you’re no longer crying and then, before you know it, you find yourself in the library with him, drinking tea and being handed a plate of biscuits he took from the kitchen to help you regain your strength after all that crying. You’re still feeling pretty miserable about the day you’ve had but you quickly lose yourself in a conversation with him over a cup of tea

-Sometimes, you two talk for hours on end about nothing important just to hear each other’s voices and finally have some quality time spent together. Even though he wishes the circumstances were better, he’s glad to have been able to snatch you away from his brothers for a while and he’s even happier you chose him to confide in

-Satan practically doesn’t even mention your outburst and keeps the small talk minimal but he wants you to know that if you do wish to tell him about it, he’s more than happy to listen and he’s not so bad at giving advice either

-The topic of the discussion you were having with him changed abruptly by the end of the night and now you’re reading together from this book he started a while ago, both of you covered with a blanket, your head on his chest and his leaning on yours. He’s holding the book with both of his hands, but still managed to get his left wrapped around you. And because of this feeling of safety and warmth, you don’t feel desperate anymore. Tomorrow, you’ll be able to sort out your feelings but now, you’re content to just listening to Satan read, in his clear, soft voice

“Ah MC, could you turn the page for me?” You do as he asked to and you could feel him smiling as he kissed your hairline, sighing before going back to the book and the story within “Thank you. You truly are amazing, did you know that? I’ve never met someone as caring and as kind as you. Well, I suppose Beel could compete for the title but unlike him, you don’t really leave us in debt whenever we visit the grocery store.” Hearing you laugh makes him smile even more and he lets you hold the other side of the book while he plays with your hair and now you join in reading with him, out loud and trying to act out voices for the characters. As everything unfolds, Satan feels the world click right back into place.

Asmo:

-It’s a known fact by now that Asmo is willing to give you any sort of affection at any point in time, whether it’d be a hug, a kiss, holding your hand-you name it! I mean, whenever he’s feeling down, you being there to encourage him helps a lot so it’s only natural it works the other way around too!

-If he notices that you’re genuinely upset by something, then he would have no problem whatsoever with lavishing you in attention and really, a hug or two from him is the bare minimum in situations like this

-In any case, he always enjoys fussing over you and you having a bad day is the perfect excuse for him to do so! After all, he can’t disappoint you since you came to him with your troubles and he will do anything in his power to make you feel better. Actually, if he could, he would keep hugging you forever but as miraculous as his charm can be, it’s not effective against someone with this low of a morale

-His first suggestion is to take a bath! It’s his way of taking care of you; you’re tired after such a long day and he feels like you’re neglecting yourself a little because of it. So you relax in his bathtub with him for a while, him actively trying to get your mind off any bad, lingering thoughts while you splash around in the bubbles

-And obviously after that, you need to have your mandatory spa sessions with him since you need to unwind and what’s a better way to do that than to let him paint your nails and apply lotion to your skin? Besides, it creates a great opportunity for you to take things off your chest

-He’s in need to hear gossip constantly so if you don’t feel like talking, he’s gonna be a bit bummed out but he still respects your wishes enough to not push you. If your problem is as sensitive as the death of a family member, you’re not obligated to talk to him about it and he will understand, since people grieve in different ways. He too shut down after the death of Lilith for a while after all

-A bad day is nothing Asmo can’t handle. He’s had plenty of those before, mostly because of Mammon and his thievery, they’re usually common factors. It’s only natural you experience those yourself and he’s more than willing to be your support system if you need one. He wants you to know that you can go to him if you need advice or help with anything, or even if you just need to someone to hear you out

-To give a more detailed explanation of his hugs, they are usually really light and you never feel suffocated when you’re in his arms. He never squeezes you too tight and he always smells amazing, so you feel inclined to stay near him for as long as possible. Despite his overtly loud nature, he gets incredibly soft spoken with you and he traces patterns on your back and arms as you stand there together

-It’s important to mention, he never pulls away from you first. He lets you decide when you’ve had enough and when you’re ready to move on or if you require some other means of comfort

-And even if you’re no longer disgruntled, he’s still going to pamper you as much as possible the next day with either a shopping spree or another few spa sessions, this time done at a professional institution rather than the privacy of his bedroom

-Asmo is in touch with your emotions and it’s kinda scary sometimes because of how well he can read you, since he almost always knows what you need

“Oh darling, how could I refuse a hug from you?” You can feel his arms embrace you, even with your eyes closed and for some reason, this makes you cry even harder, sobbing as he tries to comfort you. You’re aware he let go of you at some point and returned with a tissue to dab away at your tears, gently to not hurt your eyes and now he’s hugging you again, a wry smile on his face “You don’t have to worry about a thing, MC. Everything will get sorted out, I promise. In the meantime, come to me if anything troubles you again, OK? No more crying, darling-it’s bad for your eyes.”

Beel:

-The type to immediately lean in for a hug without even questioning why. As soon as you ask him, you barely have time to finish the question and you already find yourself in his arms. The only exception would be when he’s eating or maybe in the middle of a work out but the point is he doesn’t hesitate much when it comes to you. And I mean, he loves hugs just as much as his siblings do

-Beel is not the most observant and he may not realise you’re in a bad mood unless you tell him outright. It’s not even that he’s emotionally distant, it’s just that if you tell him that you’re fine, then he’s gonna take your word for it and believe you since he’s pretty straightforward with his feelings as well. However, as dense as he may be on occasion, even he’s bound to notice that you’re not being your usual self and this is especially true if you start crying out of nowhere while he’s nearby. Probably assumes the worst and is under the impression that he did something to upset you because shifting the blame onto himself whenever others suffer is his coping mechanism and we’ve seen him to do it before

-If you’ve just had a bad day, he understands that things could’ve been very overwhelming for you and he wishes he had known sooner so he could’ve helped back then, instead of letting it come to this. But he doesn’t hesitate all that much since he looks like he’s built for giving hugs on a daily basis. I’m not even sure this would classify as a hug since you’re not touching the floor. Rather, you are attached to him like a koala and he’s carrying you around as if you were a baby strapped to his chest. And he genuinely doesn’t mind. He’s been doing it with Belphie for centuries now

-Please, after a while he gets seriously concerned because are humans supposed to cry this much? What if you dehydrate or something? So he makes you stay in bed and just gives you plenty of water. You look so pale and sad, he shares his food with you too because his heart is aching just looking at you like this. He feels like besides being there, he can’t provide you with much help and he’s starting to think he’s hopeless at comforting

-If a family member died then…Beel is one of the best people you could’ve gone to. Honestly, having dealt with his sister’s situation, he knows how horrible it is to lose somebody you love dearly (I mean, all the brothers do but I’m making a point saying Beel, Belphie and Lucifer were especially affected). Now he’s sad himself since he’s aware that you’re going through something similar and his twin might walk in on the two of you being emotional on the floor

-For the most part, Beel makes sure you keep yourself healthy even when you’re tired and depressed. Continues to bring you food, even if he eats half of it on his way to your room, and just keeps you company in general in case you get lonely. Seeing you upset makes him even more considerate of your feelings and you don’t have the heart to tell him that he doesn’t need to stay with you all night. He thinks he does because you’ve always offered to stay with him whenever he’s had nightmares before so how he’s gotta return the favour

-Beel gives these bear hugs all the time, since he’s so big and his hand basically covers your entire back. So, more often than not, you end up cuddling while standing because he’s a lot taller than you, with him being a demon and all. Despite that, you feel so unbelievably complete when he holds you like this. It’s hard not to feel protected since his whole body is practically concealing yours so easily all the time and you feel sheltered from the world and it’s….nice

-And Beel enjoys hugging you too, because he knows that as long as he’s nearby, you’ll be safe and that’s really all he needs. He wants to be there for you the same way you were there for him when he needed it most and comforting you when you’re having a shitty day is like his full time job

-You could come to Beel with any problem and he would never judge you, no matter what. He’s just really unproblematic and he just wants you to go back to your normal self because it hurts him to see you cry your eyes out. Now, not only are hugs mandatory but holding your hand is too. It’s like hugging…but your hands are doing the hugging

-Definitely even goes to Belphie after a while if he really doesn’t know what to do and that’s how you know he’s desperate to do something. Since the Seventh Born isn’t exactly someone that yields great advice, more so when it comes to other…people….and his twin knows this-

-Beel’s best strategy at the moment is to just maintain some kind of physical contact because he discovered that makes you feel better and it calms you down more than him trying to verbally console you. He even invited you to sleep in his room if you’re comfortable doing so just so you’re not alone. After that one incident, he’s trying to coax you to tell him whenever something is wrong so he can jump in and help, because that’s all he really wants to do ahakenksms

“MC? Did something happen?” He’s honestly taken aback by how shaky you are and how you’re hands are trembling as they’re reaching to connect with his. Without much of a warning, he feels a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach and now he discovers that he doesn’t like seeing you with tears trailing down your face. And he feels worse the longer you wail in his chest and he doesn’t know what to do. So, he wraps his arms around you so tight you think you might explode, strangely comforted by the feeling as he speaks again “I’m sorry if I’ve done something to upset you. What can I do to help, MC? We can just stay like this for a while if you want” And when he sees you nod, he proceeds to not move an inch almost the entire night. Obviously, hunger overtook him eventually but he shared his stolen goods with you so can you really complain? Doubtful, not when he hasn’t let go of your hand the whole time.

Belphie:

- Hugging him is a gamble. Realistically speaking, you’re not going to catch him standing upright long enough for you to give him a hug. He’s laying on the floor somewhere, asleep so you shouldn’t expect much from him to begin with. Even if you were to get lucky and stumble upon him while he’s wide awake, he might slump over and succumb to sleep the moment you embrace him because you’re so warm

-Cuddling is a different story altogether. He’d rather shoot himself in the foot than not have you cuddle with him so if you need to be babied for once, he’s a pretty good option to consider

-As usual, he’s in the attic and you go to him because it’s really late and you didn’t want to wake up any of the other brothers. Actually, Belphie is normally awake by dusk so to see him sleep like a log past midnight was quite surprising. You didn’t exactly want to interrupt but if you stayed alone for any longer, you would’ve gone insane. So you shook him awake. And he was understandably confused and probably forgot what planet he was on for a minute when you did so

-Technically, he was half awake and from his point of view, everything must’ve been pretty blurry. He did see you; the problem was that because he was still feeling very sleepy, he was basically in a daze and could only squint at you to try and figure out if you were really there or if he was hallucinating. His suspicion was confirmed soon enough because he reached out after a few seconds and poked your cheek just to check. His face the entire time and the action itself was so amusing that, despite tittering on the edge of a breakdown, you burst out laughing

-Once he came to the conclusion that you were, in fact, real and he wasn’t dreaming, he sighed and opened his arms out for you; a direct invitation to cuddle with him. By now, he likely didn’t even noticed you looked sad because, as I said, he was all over the place but this little ritual you two have was common enough that it got engraved in his memory. Now he does it out of impulse whenever you’re around and he wants attention

-So you basically tackled him and threw yourself on top of him so hard, both of you toppled over on the bed and now you were used as a blanket, with his arms wrapped securely around you; preventing you from getting up. Not that you were planning on doing that anytime soon but moving on-

-You thought he had fallen back asleep, because he went really quiet and he stopped squirming to get comfortable. To be exact, the whole room was rather still and the only thing you could really hear was Belphie’s soft breathing and the rustle of the bedsheets every once in a while. And since it was extremely dark as well, you couldn’t see a thing either so it felt like the best place to let go of your stress

-It’s not like you were making much noise but as I said, the seventh born wasn’t sleeping just yet. And he wouldn’t be able to because it was obvious to him now that something was wrong. He believed that he was bearing witness to something that should’ve been a lot more private than this so he didn’t say anything. You should have your moment, let you have a chance to recollect your thoughts and the next day, he might ask you

-It was too much to handle. It’s not like he was gonna get any sleep unless he knew your problem was solved otherwise he might get nightmares all night. Besides, if you’re crying this much, then something terrible must’ve happened. You realised he was awake when he gave your entire body a small squeeze, as if to reassure you and you froze because did you just wake him up???? Or worse, did he hear all that sobbing you were doing????

-Hugging him is similar to hugging a pillow. He’s soft and squishy and warm and it’s impossible to resist him when rest at a time like this is so tempting. His fingers running over your pact mark once or twice, as if to remind you that he’s right there and low whispers describing the best dream he ever had about you, hoping to distract you for long enough to help you fall asleep

-To him, it doesn’t make a difference if a family member died or if you’re just having a bad day. All he knows is that you’re having a lot of emotional problems because of either one and as a result, you need a shoulder to lean on. He’s glad that you trust him enough to let him assist and if it was up to him, he would keep cuddling you forever. You’ve already suffered enough so let him take care of you this time around, OK?

“Dumbass, why are you crying?” The gentleness of his words was a clear contrast to that quick insult he shoved at the beginning of his statement, though you couldn’t hear any malice behind it and the fact that he really cared about what happened to cause you to struggle with your emotions so badly, would’ve made you wail even harder. However, he managed to silence you pretty well because he kept speaking and you wanted to listen; you wanted to hear what he had to say so you reduced your sobs and you sat quietly enough to do just that. Belphie flipped you over, now with him on top and you underneath and he laid there, cheek sloshed against yours as he sleepily mumbled out more praise for you, “MC, are you tired? You should go to bed, you need to get some sleep. Tomorrow, you can tell me what the problem is and I’ll help. I promise-I’ll even get up early for you. Just…please calm down. I don’t want to see you crying yourself to sleep ever again. I’ll stay here the entire time, alright? And I’ll make sure you have nice dreams tonight MC…just let me hold you…”

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Bucky Barnes x Hydra!enhanced!reader

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Word count: 3.4k

Chapter Summary: Adjusting to a life without Hydra has been difficult for Y/n, but Bucky is there to guide her.

Warnings: 18+, fluff, angst, and sexual themes. swearing, i think, and mentions of violence and abuse. (Hydra stuff) Also panic-attack like situations, sensory overload, mentions of torture.

Not my Gif, had not been proofread too much

A/N: I’m sorry for the wait, I got a job and stuff, but I tried to write it a little bit longer, but I still wanted to leave y’all with a little bit of a cliffhanger, just to keep ya interested. Please let me know what you think of the series. I was thinking of making a tag list for this series, so let me know if you are interested in that sort of thing. You can sign up for it here

“That’s my name?”

“Yes. That’s your name. Not Soldat. Not Belladonna. Just Y/n.”

Bucky looked into your eyes, and his stare almost suffocates you with how tender its was. You were confused. The Winter Soldier, the only person Hydra could truly love. A man that you had worked so hard to be his exact replica, the only difference acceptable was height. Hydra had curated you specifically to be his replacement, to carry on the mantle of death, destroying empires in your wake. You had been trained with the same ruthless dogma as him: no mercy, no witnesses, no mistakes. Those three principles were always on a dull repeat in the back of your subconscious

You envied him; his strength, his cunning, but secretly, his freedom. A part of you hated him, being reminded of how many times Hydra compared you to him. They were always saying words along the lines of, “You will always be weaker than him,” during their spiteful reveries.

But now here you were, face to face with that man, completely vulnerable before him, and you don’t know whether you like it or not.

You brush off his gaze, not willing to endure the strange feeling you get within the pit of your stomach whenever you meet his eyes. You look down at your forearms, and you reach up to your scalp, cringing at the feeling of your oily, frayed hair.

“I don’t know that last time I took a bath,” You groan, scratching at your roots, and you whimper when your jagged nails make contact with the dry skin there.

“Wouldn’t you prefer a shower?” Bucky babbled, slightly embarrassed by the image that popped in his head the second you mentioned a bath. He barely knew you, but the way you looked at him sent him reeling.

Your eyes still reeked of innocence and somehow knowing what you had done made your expression slightly unsettling. Usually one would use the stereotyped version of a person with PTSD or some sort of deep trauma, their eyes would appear empty and lifeless, but yours just looked like one of a young hopeful, who had their whole life ahead of them. Bucky could swear that he had never seen such beautiful eyes before. How could they look so sweet, when in actuality they are slightly terrifying.

“No,” you spoke suddenly yet firmly, startling Bucky slightly due to your pause in response.

“O-oh, okay,” Bucky stuttered, “Right this way then,” He stumbled quickly to his feet, nearly tripping over his mass array of blankets on the floor next to the bed.

You stalk behind him, following him slowly towards his bathroom. You wait at the doorway while Bucky scrambles to move a bunch of clutter off of the marble counter. He quickly turns the knobs of the bathtub, the water spurting out, as if it had been rarely used up to that point, building up the ever-so-slightest pressure. You begin to strip your clothes out of habit, and when Bucky finally turns to you, seeing you topless, and already unbuttoning your pants, Bucky scrambles to hold you wrists still.

“No! You don’t have to..do that..anymore,” He murmured, not very surprised how shameless you presented. Hydra treated their assets like new car at the car wash: almost power washing all the blood off them, and often leaving more wounds on their bodies then before they were bathed. Stripped like the first day you were born, they were washed of all the evidence of being a killing machine, but most importantly, being a human being

“Oh, ok,” You murmur, and you wait until Bucky left the room to finish stripping, and finally set yourself in the steaming water. You barely winced as you felt the water sting your open wounds, and it was sickeningly satisfying. Bucky had appeared to put in some sort of bubble bath stuff, and you felt slightly out of place in such a calming environment. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do, oh wait..

“Bucky?” You called out, slightly jumping at the almost immediate response, Bucky sliding his head rough a crack in the door. He was covering his eyes with his cybernetic palm,

“Yeah?” You see his eyebrows furrow and mouth curl into a small smile when he hears you let out a small laugh at his antics.

���Can you wash my hair? I-I don’t remember how.” You ask gingerly, and hear him let out a small sigh when he hears the tremble in your voice.

“Of course, did the bubbles work by the way? Wanna make sure I don’t see anything you don’t want me to see.”

“Yeah, its fine, there’s so many, you should be fine,” You murmur, and Bucky takes that as permission to open his eyes, entering the bathroom, gently closing the door behind him. He finally looks at you, and sees just the apex of your chest, and the delicate dips in your collarbones. You can see the familiar tinge of pink return to his cheeks and the very tips of his ears, yet you remain blissfully unaware of your effects on him. Bucky approached, grabbing a stool he kept in his storage closet, bringing it to the edge of the bathtub. He still towered over you, and he hesitantly grabbed his shampoo, opened his fleshed palm, and coated it with the soapy substance.

“I’m going to touch you now, ok?” He warned quietly, and you let out a small hum of encouragement. You turned, letting your back face Bucky. Bucky’s eyes couldn’t help but wander, and despite all the scars lettering your skin, he still thought it looked incredibly soft to the touch. He shook himself out of his thoughts, getting back to the task at hand. When his hand finally reaches your scalp, you flinch involuntarily. When Bucky starts to pull away, you grab his wrist tightly, making him yelp. You loosen immediately, a flash of embarrassment crossing your features.

“Sorry, I uh- I didn’t mean to flinch, I just- my body expects the worst. Keep going,” You murmured, and Bucky nods, starting to slowly massage your scalp, and immediately sigh in relief, finally letting your guard down enough to close your eyes. Your body finally seemed to understand that Bucky wasn’t here to hurt you, that this wasn’t just a dream, only to be woken back up into the monotonous hell you had been dealing with for what seemed like centuries.

You and Bucky fall into a steady rhythm, he would lather the soap into your hair several times, and you would bring up your knees, trying to cover yourself enough so that when Bucky used the detachable shower head to rinse it out, it would wash away all the bubbles. The warm water soothed your sore muscles, and you felt your cracked, withered skin replenish. You were basically half plant after all, so water was one of the only solaces you had when you were being kept by Hydra.

As Bucky continued to wash your hair, you began to think about what a life outside of Hydra could possibly mean for you.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“What did you do when you escaped Hydra?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean- what was like, the first thing you wanted to do when you first realized you were free?”

“Hmm, I think was actually washing my hair. It was always so dirty. Felt good to have it clean.”

“Yeah, but like, what sort of activity, something not out of necessity, but just because you wanted to?”

Bucky thought for a moment, pausing his ministrations,

“I’m not sure if I remember, cause I was kinda on the run for a while. I guess the only time I had a moment to myself was in Wakanda, and I got to tend to a small farm they gave me. I would just wake up every morning, look out on the lake for a while, and then go feed the goats. It was this nice routine I had, and it felt like I actually had some, calm, in Wakanda.”

“What’s Wakanda?”

“Oh right, it’s this country that only came on the map a few years ago, its like this hidden sanctuary in Africa. It’s hard to describe, so you’ll have to just see for yourself.”

You turned your head to the side, finally looking at him since he came into the bathroom. You nervously stared into his steady blues,

“Am I going to Wakanda?”

“Yes actually, you’re going to meet my friend Shuri, she’s going to help you.”

“When do I get to go?”

“I’m not sure. You might need to wait a bit,”

“Bucky?” You ask hesitantly.

“Yeah?”

“Can you come with me? To Wakanda?” Bucky lets out a small laugh, rubbing your shoulder affectionately, trying to calm your nerves.

“Of course I’m coming with you, Y/n. You’re not going to do this alone, I’ll be with you 100% of the way.” You think for a moment, and you place a shaky hand onto Bucky’s where it rests on your shoulder.

“Thank you. I’m just really scared.”

“I know you are. I was the same way, so I’m going to try and make you feel a little less scared ok?” He looks at you with a small smile, and you finally let a small smirk show on your face, and Bucky’s grows even wider. You take a moment before finally asking him something that’s been on your mind.

“Can I go outside?”

It had been a week and a half until you finally got your answer. Bucky insisted on having you meet everyone in the place you were staying, so they wouldn’t freak out when the deadly plant lady finally got to touch some grass. He didn’t use those words specifically, but you had deduced it from all the worried glances the rest of the ‘Avengers’ would look at Bucky with trepidation before shaking your hand. You expected people to be scared of you, hell you were scared of yourself. You constantly had to check in with yourself, taking a deep breath just to remind yourself that being a killing machine isn’t supposed to be your identity anymore. Bucky assured you to be patient, and as soon as Steve agreed to the idea, he’d bring you out to the nicest natural setting outside the compound.

You had barely spoken to anyone, aside from Bucky, and occasionally Steve. He had been happy to help you with any questions you had regarding to going about your new life in a world with technologies you have yet to comprehend. You were willing to give a small grimace that resembled a smile to anyone else in passing, but it had been more difficult to keep quiet in the last couple days. The almost animalistic instinct you had to touch something natural and made of soil, instead of cold metal, was beginning to greatly decrease your patience. You were willing to be ‘reformed’, but if they were going to subject you to this form of unintended torture any longer, you were afraid you were going to snap. You tried to ignore it for as long as possible, afraid that if you touch any aspect of nature, you would turn into her.

It didn’t work, given the state you’re currently are in, seated at the marbled kitchen island, Bucky cooking you both breakfast. He had finally convinced you to not hide away whenever you ate. You reluctantly sat there, holding a simple black mug, filled with a new tea brew that Wanda had made for you before she went off to training this morning. You hadn’t sipped from it just yet, knowing the teabag hadn’t fully incorporated yet. You picked up the string, swirling the teabag around, trying to speed up the process.

Meanwhile Bucky was humming an unfamiliar tune, surprisingly chipper. He was making you pancakes like he had promised, and he had his gaze trained on the pan, holding a spatula in his fleshed hand, while holding the pan handle with his bionic one. After a few moments, you finally blew onto the hot liquid, and took a small sip. Flavor notes of chamomile filled your senses, and instead of bringing a sense of warm calm, everything metallic you touched began to burn, as if your skin was allergic. You let out an uncomfortable groan, dropping the mug, not even flinching when you felt the tea burn your forearms. Bucky whipped his head around, and when he saw your skin red and inflamed, he called out your name, switching off the stove, completely disregarding the pancakes he had been so focused on prior. You didn’t even register his calls for you, stumbling off the barstool, running towards the sunspot, that was coming through the glass wall in the kitchen. As soon as your skin hit the sunlight, you felt a slight relief, the burn marks on your skin not stinging nearly as much. After a moment, you feel a hand on your shoulder, and you instinctually grab the wrist attached, nearly snapping it if it wasn’t for Bucky’s quick maneuvers.

“Hey! Y/N! It’s just me? What’s wrong? You burned yourself!” He stumbled, his eyes flitting across your features with worry. You relax slightly into his touch, but you can still feel an uncomfortable buzz throughout your body.

“I’m fine, I just really need to go outside.” You say through clenched teeth, trying not to lash out. You could easily break the glass, and run towards the forest you see on the horizon. It’s as if there was a string attached to you, and the tree line, and instead of an annoying pull ever once in a while, it was as if the string hooked into your skin, dragging you towards it.

“Y/N, I can’t…I need to ask Steve.” Bucky explains, unsure. You rip away your grip from his, and you struggle to breathe properly in the highly controlled atmosphere.

“Bucky, I need to go. Now. It feels like my body’s on fire.” You growl, stepping back into the sunspot on the floor, trying to control yourself from losing control. You begin to feel her presence, and you’re very scared at the possibility of hurting someone if you don’t get some fresh air.

“Y/n..” Bucky starts, but you hush him with a loud yell,

“If I don’t go out right now, I won’t hesitate to break this goddamn glass.”

“I need to talk to Steve,” Bucky pleaded with you but you shake your head furiously. You finally make eye contact with him, and when he sees a dreadful shade of violet flash in your eyes, you see him tense.

“Bucky, I don’t want to hurt you, please, just let me out, I won’t become her if you let me out, I promise,” You beg him, your breathing beginning to pick up in rapid pace. Bucky thinks for a moment, and he finally speaks,

“Friday open the closet exit, and alert Steve that I’m taking Y/n for a walk,”

“Sergeant Barnes, Captain Rogers has not authorized…”

“Do it, or we’ll be in a lot of trouble..” Bucky interrupted her with a yell, and Friday seemed to sense his desperation, and when the glass wall slowly started to slide open, you immediately ran through, charging through the open field towards the forest.

“Y/N!” Bucky yelled after you, running after you. When he finally catches up to you, he finds you hunched over on all fours. Your hands were digging into the ground, digging through the layer of pine needles just to calm yourself down. Bucky breathes a sigh of relief when you finally meet his gaze. He finds no traces of the deadly Belladonna, just a calm, content look on your face. He kneels down next you, and when he finally has the courage to place a fleshed hand on your shoulder, you lean into his touch, finally relaxed. You take a deep, shuddered sigh, and you sit back on your heels, your fingernails detaching from the soil.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” You murmur, your actions finally catching up to you know that your body wasn’t having a complete meltdown.

“It’s ok, you just gotta tell me what happened, I was really worried about you for a minute there,” Bucky assured you, his thumb making small circles just below the dip in your shoulder, and you let out another sigh, letting Bucky relieving the tension trapped there.

Before you could speak, you hear heavy footsteps approaching, crushing the dead pine needles covering the forest floor. You both turn to see Steve, surprisingly out of breath. You see that he’s drenched in sweat, since at this time in the morning he’s leading training with the early birds of the compound. You feel regret seep into your veins when you see the frown on his face.

“Bucky what the hell happened?” Steve grumbled, running a hand through his sweaty locks. He towers over the both of you, and Bucky struggles to find an excuse, not understanding what happened himself.

“I’m sorry Steve, I just needed to go outside.” You sigh, finally standing up from your position, head bowed, ready to be reprimanded by the Captain.

“Couldn’t you have asked me first? You know that you can’t just leave until we know that…” Steve starts, but pauses before he says something he’ll regret, yet you hear him loud and clear. Anger boils in your system, and you cant help but meet his gaze with a cold stare.

“Look, I know that everyone’s afraid I’m gonna go out and kill somebody if I do something as much as touch a tree, but that’s not how it works. I’m basically half human half plant, I need to get some sunlight every once in a while,” You growl, angry that everything had to be blown out of proportion.

“Y/n..” Bucky starts but you interrupt him,

“I’m not done. You know how if you leave a houseplant out of the sun, that they start to wither? Same rules apply to me, except to my body. Hydra used to keep me out of sunlight, and only let me out whenever they needed me for a mission. They had me on the brink of death constantly, and when it got really bad, I’d break out of programming and kill a bunch of guards just so I could go outside, which in result lead to more torture. So unless you want to deal with Belladonna, I suggest you let me go outside when I need to.” You finish, and you only met with shocked stares from both super soldiers, Steve more so than Bucky.

“I’m sorry Y/n..I just..” Steve starts but you rest a feeble hand on his brows shoulder, looking at him with a reassuring gaze.

“It’s ok, I should’ve told you guys sooner. I was scared that I’d lose it if i went out outside, but after nearly losing it from not going outside, I might as well tell you guys the reason.” You say with a light laugh, trying to cover the anxiety boiling beneath your skin from just having to talk about details from your life from Hydra. You sigh before continuing, “I want to follow your guys’ rules, I really do, but I will lose my fucking mind if you make me stay in that building made entirely out of metal 24/7,”

“Okay, know that you explain it, I feel like a dick keeping you cooped up in there for nearly two weeks,” Steve laughs somberly, and you give him a slight smile. You turn to Bucky,

“That reminds me, when can I go to Wakanda? I don’t want to have this happen again. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore,” You practically beg him, reaching out to hold his hands. You feel bad for touching after a moment, forgetting you literally have dirt caked underneath your fingernails, but Bucky doesn’t seem to mind with the small smile he gives you when you finally touch him willing for what felt like millennia. What you didn’t know was that Bucky secretly reveled in your touch, something about it made his nerves go haywire, and he’s not exactly sure where it comes from. All he knows that he doesn’t want to live in a world without it. After a moment, Bucky gives Steve a questioning glance, and Steve gives a small nod, a guilty look on his face. Bucky meets your desperate gaze, and gives you a smile that reveals his dimples, making you automatically smile in return.

“I’ll give Shuri a call,”

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A Fun Little Game...

- Fandom: Harry Potter

- Ship: Druna

A/N: Hello!!! I’m sorry this took so long to post, it’s been sitting in my drafts for final edits and i totally forgot i was meant to finish it, but here it is!! My squealing santa fic forrr... @ticklishraspberries !! Thank you so much to the wonderful @ticklygiggles for holding this event again this year, and i hope you all enjoy!!

Luna had a lot of funny little quirks, and Draco loved every single one of them. His favourites among them were her obsession with playing with his hair; braiding and styling it with her special bands and clips; the way she would hum and dance to her own little melody around the room of requirement where they slept some nights; and her tales and stories that she would tell whenever something reminded her. But a new one was beginning to arise, and Draco wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

It was the worst kept secret ever that Draco was deathly ticklish. It would be unfair to say that Luna took advantage of this, per se, but she did enjoy exposing this little fact whenever she could - doodling on his tummy and sides when they cuddled, poking him out of nowhere and sometimes, just straight up wrecking him. Truly, Luna adored how ticklish Draco was, and how his pasty cheeks would flush that brilliant red, and she did not keep this a secret either. Her intention was never to tease Draco, she was just being honest, but Draco would still die of shyness every single time.

After a couple months of the unbearable tickling Luna seemed to always spring upon him, he raised the question: “Why do you do it so much?”

“I enjoy it,” she responded simply. This wasn’t news to Draco, so he pressed for further details. “Seeing you so happy makes me happy. And i like feeling how easy it is to make you so weak and giggly so fast. I love everything about it.”

This answer took draco aback, and he began to blush again, making Luna smile and point it out. He didn’t have much time to think before she was on him again, poking and tickling his sides relentlessly until he was a giggling puddle of mess. However, unbeknownst to Luna, Draco was devising a plan.

Draco hated being vulnerable - but being around Luna, it felt different. He felt free of judgement, he was free of judgement, and despite how torturous the tickling could sometimes get, he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to make Luna happy. So, he began to expose himself around her more. Arms stretched, provoking pokes, even giggling when the tracing didn’t tickle to remind her the option to do so was there. He wasn’t sure if Luna had even noticed his change in actions, but he hoped it was making her happier than ever before.

Before long, Draco began to not mind the tickling. Sometimes he even found himself longing for it when Luna wasn’t there - it was subtle, and subconscious, but he would try and gently trace his own stomach while resting, annoyed by the fact that it wouldn’t feel the same. He would get embarrassed whenever he noticed his own actions, dreading the thought of anyone ever seeing him acting so pathetic.

(Un)fortunately for him, Luna had a keen eye, and had an eye for small habits like this. Spotting how Draco moved, a kind smile crossed her features, and she leaned over, taking his hands gently and replacing them with her own. “If you want me to tickle you, you’re allowed to just ask...” she smiled, wiggling her fingers in the way that made Draco helplessly squirm and giggle.

“L-luhuhuna- i- i didn’t-“ he spluttered, but was completely interrupted by a fit of laughter as her hands slipped under his shirt to get at his taut tummy. “NOHOO!! WAHAHAHAITTT!!” His pleading, however, was completely ignored, and Draco curled up in ticklish bliss as luna’s hands travelled and traced and teased and tickled. She somehow reached every single one of his worst spots, leaving him a mess of giggles and snorts.

Before long, Draco was too tuckered out to continue, and began to tap out. Stopping, Luna smiled and gently smoothed her hand over his stomach to try ease the feeling. Draco panted and laughed quietly, wanting desperately to say something but not knowing what. Luna seemed to read his mind. “You can ask me if you want to be tickled... i do enjoy it a lot, tickling you, so i won’t mind,” she said in that oh so casual manner that made Draco all the more flustered every single time. Shaking his head, he looked away and huffed. “Absolutely not... that’s embarrassing...” he grumbled, cringing at the idea itself despite longing desperately for more.

Luna seemed to hesitate for a moment before smiling. “How about we come up with a word for it? That way when you say it i’ll know that you want it and it won’t be embarrassing for you because you won’t technically be asking for it?” She suggested, with a kind smile that made Draco positively melt. “What kind of word...?” he muttered after a little, still not looking at her. Luna thought again for a moment. “How about... strawberry?” she said, and Draco scoffed for a moment, feeling embarrassed and ridiculous, yet found himself nodding. “Okay...” he whispered.

Kissing his forehead, luna smiled. “Good. Just let me know when you want some strawberries then i’ll happily give them to you...” she said, and Draco smiled, wandering how he managed to get so lucky...

[myonepiece]

Hi! Can I leave a request with the same summary as your last blog (the one with the small and timid s/o) but with different characters: Whitebeard, Oden, Rayleigh and Shanks and s/o being fem.

I only did the first three because Oden is 😩😭 

and because 3 characters per request sorry! 💕

be warned my thirst got pretty explicit quickly

Whitebeard, Oden, Rayleigh nsfw hcs

-SIR, SIR, I BEG YOU TO FACE FUCK ME

-👀 that dick is godly. I did so much research just to find out how big his penis would be, I made a god damn graph. man lives to see you impaled on his cock while you cry from the pain and pleasure, the way you claw at his chest and launch at his lips whenever he leans his head down

-he loves that one position where he’s standing behind you and holding your arms back, seeing his h u g e member disappear into his little girlfriend is a yes

-the flustered and scared look on your face when his 2 1/2 ft dick springs out of his pants, hard as a metal rod and precum dripping from the tip gliding down the shaft fuck my mouth is watering

-he leaves quite a few hickeys, his sons are all men and they know that their pops is fucking you so he’s not really embarrassed or worried he’ll ‘corrupt’ them

-I genuinely can not decide if he likes being called daddy or if he finds it wierd, with all the sons on board n stuff yknow

-when you’re sucking his dick he reached behind you and fingers you 😩

-his fucking finger is as big as an average man’s hand I swear 

-he soooo has a breeding kink. even if you don’t want a kid, he loves seeing your stomach bulge with his cum and seeing it drip out of your pussy, it’s such a perfect sight to him. he mentions cum and his “seed” a lot in his dirty talk

-Oden, oh Oden, how excited I’ve been to write for you and now my first post for you is thirst! anywayyyy, I want him to fucking kick me 😩💘

-for starters, he’s loves quickies and he’s pretty shameless when it comes to locations. so he’ll pull you into an alley or hidden place or just a room, and he’ll pull aside his robes and his dick immediately springs free from the fundoshi (samurai underwear, yeah I looked up what samurai underwear is called, yes that and images is in my history)

-his cock is thick and it’s always super hard, already dripping with precumby the time he gets it out of his bottoms

-he loves picking you up and fucking you, not against a wall or anything, just standing in the middle of the room his hands supporting you from their grip on your ass

-spanking 😖 he loves your ass and he tends to subconsciously knead it, and he has this habit of spreading your cheeks even when there’s not really a need to. spank him back, he lives for it

-omg omg there’s this type of bondage that originated in japana, it’s called Shibari, he loves that on you but more on himself, not the hands/legs/limbs tied together/restrained part but he loves the part where the rope goes across his broad chest and kind of outlines his pecs 🤤 

-omfg suck on his nipples (man boobs 😩🤤🤤🤤🤤, they’re sensitive as hell and he just goes crazy 

-his dirty talk isn’t really ‘thought out’ or ‘proper’ if that makes sense, it’s more exactly wwhat he’s thinking then and there, a mix of curses and nasty things he wants to do. he’ll also kind of narrarate whats going on, for example “my dick is slamming into you so hard baby!” and he always has a mischievous grin 

-he tends to laugh, not too much, but it’s usually when you praise him or moan particularly loud or whore-like, things that make him know how good he’s making you feel 

-he calls you “whore” a lot 

-he’s so pervy change my mind

-but like, only a perv to his s/o. you can usually find his hand on your boobs or butt

-taking you against the wall with your chest pressed against it and his chest flush against your back 

-he hits his dick against your (fuck idk what to call it all of a sudden) pussy everytime, either before he enters or after he’s done cumming. he’ll also slap your face with it (pls do Rayleigh, please). like once you’re both stripped and you’re laying on your back in bed, he’ll crawl over you and position himself above your face so he can slap his cock against it

-pull his hair

-whenever he’s horny, wherever the two of you are, he’s going to take you (unless of course you’re not in the mood and still aren’t even after he teases you) he’ll be shamelessly handsy and he’ll push you against any wall or into any alley or empty room and he relishes howw flustered and worried you are, scared to be caught. when you tell him to stop because someones coming or because you’re scared someone will walk in, he just goes harder 

-he doesn’t like this all the time, but he ties you to the bed, completely spread out and vulnerable, then he fucks you like you’re just a sex doll

-he also loooves to punish you by tying you to the bed like in the last paragraph, but he sits in the room stroking himself and talking dirty, always at the foot of the bed where he can see you’re wetness pooling on the covers and see your hole clench around nothing 

-don’t get me started on how much this man loves you scratching his chest/back. especially his chest and abs, we’ve all seen that scene, we all want to do it 💕

[cxffexngel]

A slight tremble rushes through his body, born from the gentle, audible shuffle and mute creak of old handmade wood that makes up for the bed's frame as weight shifts, wings of white he can catch slightly from the corner of his eye move away as Lucifer sits ever so slowly. Like if an animal had come to the bed and has found shelter in it yet needed to be threaded as carefully as it could. Oh even now it feels not real, that the other is there, that he will listen and there being nothing that can rob them of this time unlike far back thousand years ago when words were at the tip of his tongue, the moments where he had gathered enough energy to try and be selfish for once but even then, fate never was at his side. Called out for meetings or new missions, Lucifer would leave before a younger sandalphon was able to muster strength to even say anything or beg him to stay, and instead, smile and wish him well - maybe hold his hand or tug at the other's ribbon for longer than necessary, but even when his eyes would plea the other, words never rose. Instead, now it's almost the other way sometimes - Lucifer, now bound to just live the life as he wished, to choose for himself what he wanted to do each day was the one asking sandalphon to stay, between almost comically pathetic whines to groans and soft, sleep-kissed words spoken by the former supreme primarch that would melt Sandalphon's battered core into mush. What makes them more magical, to Sandalphon, is seeing the other so carefree, free of burdens and strained smiles he'd feel the other muster when it was clear how much the other would not want to go, to stay even if just a little more minutes more and sink into the quietness of the garden - and now he can do the same, stay behind or say goodbyes that are not like the past, those that will just last a few minutes, hours at best. Rarely days if Sandalphon has to take care of more heavy things like rampaging primals that need to be calmed down; but thankfully this can also be taken cared by the crew itself.

The quietness of the room gives away to that purposeful rustle of feathers, from when he can feel them flex quietly to give space for Lucifer to move, to when he reaches out and Sandalphon, in turn, tries his best not to flinch at that ever so feathery light touch the other always carefully threads him with whenever initiating such contact. But even then, no matter how many times, his body jerks a bit - a seconds long wave of fear that his subconscious will never heal from always making that part difficult before he sinks into the touch and even leans back a bit to let the warmth from Lucifer's palm help ease the demons within his mind. Tension melting away with a drawn out, dry sigh that audibly sizzles from slightly open lips as scarlet eyes dance away from his hands and meet halfway ever so patient sky blue ones that the primarch is unable not to wish to lose himself just marveling at them, every time. " I…. " Oh he knows Lucifer wants to know, the way he always honeys his name like that is a chorus for his core and makes it easier to ignore the demons and worse parts of himself that crawl from the depths of his soul just to hinder these moments into nothingness, replaced by the sweet reassurances that deflate even more Sandalphon into comfort. Lucifer has learned more and more on how to meet him at his most vulnerable, that touch, while still something that he yearned but also had become something his body would flinch away from, and sometimes still does - it also helps when coming from those he cares about, especially Lucifer. Even when Lyria would touch his hands with her delicate, small fingers it'd be enough to quell million years of flames and anger in a heartbeat. Oh, but he also almost laments the moment passes, too fast and too slowly all at the same time, when Lucifer's hand leaves his back, scars aching with a yearning and a tickle of cool air making the hairs of his nape stand a bit before settling back, and his frame suddenly feeling smaller despise nothing changing besides Lucifer's closeness and how his reassurances work keeping at bay the turbulent thing that is his emotions as they flare and burn and yet also feel frozen and thorny.

Sucking in a dry, stale breath that faintly escapes him, Sandalphon shuffles to sit fully on the bed, facing Lucifer - never letting go the hold Lucifer has on his hands. Legs crossed as his gaze falls again on their linked hands and digits curl a bit on Lucifer's own larger palm. " Back at Canaan; you knew about the labs. Testing facilities on the other side of the island and all those rooms where the angels and other primal beasts were made, right? " Of course he would, but even then, he still asks but not really wanting an answer; it's mostly context Sandalphon lays for them. Oh the cold halls of the island, sometimes quiet but not the same silence that governed the garden. It was dead quiet, a cold kind unlike the ripe freshness of lush grass, leaves and birds that sung. " At some point after my creation, all angels, me included usually would have appointments. Maintenance check ups as they'd call it. I suppose Lucilius did those personally for you, I doubt he'd let any no-name astral get close to you despise them being smart enough. In my case… "

He cannot meet Lucifer's eyes, but even then now the pain, the memories, it all feels more like a weight than a nightmare by now. Dulled with time and endless sleepless nights. And even then, they never felt as terrible as that one day with the other's head by his arms, yelling for answers the other couldn't hear yet still wished and wished in his final moments. Nothing hurt more than that exact moment more than what used to happen back in Canaan if he were to compare it. " At first it was to study 'A primal beast's creation'. Nothing too complex - tiny needles to draw out blood and analyze, a lot of questioning about this and that. It was bearable."

" Then, Lucilius noticed after papers were brought to him. Probably one of those astrals, or your notes when creating me. I don't certainly know when he noticed but only then - he took a slight interest. " And oh, he still remembers how small he felt at the time. Hopeful, yearning; even if the astral at the time hadn't really shown anything beyond the interest in research, to have his eyes fixed on parchments of old tomes with dulled covers. " You…. made me compatible with almost every element. That picked his interest. " There's a wry curl of his lip into a pained smile, and his eyes, for once, look up to meet the other's. Oh he doesn't blame lucifer for this - he was tasked to make an angel, nothing else. He had the freedom and chose what sandalphon had realized far too late, a freedom of choosing his own path without even meaning to, a wish the other wasn't given the chance to make for himself, and instead, given to him. How lucky he was and how much of a sick, twisted curse that Lucifer didn't mean to impart when all he did was try the most he could at the time. " Do… Do you know how it feels to have your wings ripped off your back? " He hangs the question almost quietly, his voice wavers a bit as the heavy question lingers there. Oh how he still remembers that, when he did that to the other primarchs, heels dug on Uriel's back as bone and skin broke audibly. Flesh torn without a care just like what had be done to him but with scalpels and restrains. " To know how elements could be absorbed, there was a way for Lucilius, the astrals, for them to see themselves. " And oh, the more he talks the more tired, dry and hoarse his voice comes. It's heavy, it’s something he never, ever has talked about besides hinting bits and relating to some of the experiments in very subtle occasions when the topic would surface around others - and yet, there's determination as well, the other's presence, the anchor of those ever so gentle hands on his as they cradle and soothe rough hands that have meet way too many wars and been on both sides of it, it's all he needs to keep going and even if his core hurts and feels as it's being burned alive while words fall like a long lost tale, it also helps shedding that weight that's been there, even with the guilt that also, in turn, mars his features for he knows this will probably make the other feel sad, hurt, maybe reveal something Lucifer knew or didn't know.

'' - And no, it's not your fault. None of it, you did what you had to do, Lucifer. '' He cuts before any gate would flood, his eyes meeting the other's again with tired determination, holding strong even when his soul felt crushed and serene, both at the same time in an array of emotions that are so hard to comprehend. '' All of these things happened whenever you'd be away, and at the time, all of this was done because someone wrote on your name that it was something I had to do; as far as I remember. And that's why I endured it for as long as I did. '' And were it not because Lucifer's memories threading along his own within dreams sometimes, Sandalphon would've never known Lucifer was never aware what was going on behind the scenes. It's what had, at some point, far back before the other's revival, had realized Lucifer was completely out the blue on Canaan's happenings during his absence.

The gentle hum of the Grandcypher plays softly in his ears as he feels the airship sway ever so slightly as it continues its journey through the night sky. Beyond the modest window in their shared room, Lucifer can see an array of stars poking through the darkness, occasionally reflecting off of the bed and sheets as they slowly pass them by. If he were to take the time, he could have easily plucked out the constellations speckled across the walls of their room, and given them a name. But he doesn't. They're neither as precious nor as beautiful to him as Sandalphon. If the stars were petals, Sandalphon was the flower they had fallen from. Even if spent the rest of his life admiring the other, he still wouldn't be able to explain or grasp the depths of Sandalphon's beauty, or the love he harbors for the Archangel. Though he's grown more accustomed to expressing his fathomless feelings for the other, he still, often, wonders if he truly deserves to be here. Tonight, that though crosses his mind again--not for the first time either.

His pearly wings curl against his back, their artificial feathers tickle his skin with every breath he takes. They feel ever so slightly different to his original ones, but the change is so subtle that he only notices it when he feels particularly out of place. The cotton fabric of the sheets is warm and soft against his bare arms where he's laying on the bed, and his body feels dreadfully light without the familiar weight of his armor pressing down upon him. Though he's steadily grown more used to not wearing it, he doesn't believe he'll ever fully grow accustom to its absence. Not when it had felt like an extension of his own body for so many centuries. But, when it's just the two of them--he prefers to be like this. Stripped down to his bodysuit without his armor acting like a makeshift barrier between them.

His brows furrow slightly at the tone with which Sandalphon speaks. It's a bit detached. Distant. It sends a pang of longing and heartache through his core as he sits up on the bed--slowly, as if he fears the slightest creak or rustle might make Sandalphon uncomfortable. Sandalphon's smile is small--it's timid and tired, and he can hear the gravity of it in those words. He returns it with a hesitant, yet gentle and patient smile of his own. Though it falters every so slightly at the next words to leave the Archangel's mouth. But only a moment. It's not as if he's unfamiliar with those scars. He can see them now, in the gap where Sandalphon's wings would be had they been manifested. He's seen those scars countless times before as well--he's touched them, even kissed them. He wants to know, though a part of him already does--a piece that's buried deep within him that recognizes the precise and methodical nature of those scars; that knows how purposeful those lines are. But he's never allowed himself to linger on it because he's convinced that, perhaps, with time he's misremembering--that he's wrong. Because the alternative would mean that tiny, shattered piece of himself is right, and he doesn't want to be right. So, instead, he's pushed it down, and convinced himself he was mistaken. That, perhaps, somewhere along the road to his revival, his memories had become disjointed and muffled so some of them must be distorted.

"No, it is all right," he reassures. "I want to know, Sandalphon." He always says the other's name with tenderness and care. Like it's something scared. Something to be treasured. He'll never grow tired of repeating it--of getting the opportunity to say it when, at one point in his life, he had believed he would never get the chance to utter it again, save for to himself in the lonely halls of an empty Canaan. He knows it'll be difficult for him to hear the origin of those scars, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to know, if only to be there to support Sandalphon. If telling him of the past he's not fully aware of can help ease just a fraction of the burdens Sandalphon carries then he would gladly listen until the sun rose once more, and, if it took even longer than that, he could continue to listen until the end of time itself.

Curling his wings as flat against his back as he can manage, Lucifer shifts towards the edge of the bed in order to position himself closer to the other. Softly he lifts his hand, purposefully fluttering a handful of feathers until they rustle faintly in order to give Sandalphon a warning, and presses the tip of his fingers against the other's back in the gap of the fabric that leaves his skin exposed where his wings would have otherwise sprouted. Splaying his hand open there, he feels the precise dips and bumps of those scars against his palm, deep enough that the tips of his fingers can easily fall within them. He caresses them gingerly for a long moment, his eyes pinned on the ones that peak out from beneath his suit. That nagging feeling of familiarity wells up within him all over again, and he swallows it back down painfully. Something within his whirling, tired core tells him he knows how those scars were made. Yet, no matter how many times that thought crosses his mind, he refuses to acknowledge it. There's only so long he can avoid it, though.

Sighing faintly, he pulls his hand away and kisses the center of Sandalphon's back. "It does not need to wait, if you wish to speak on the matter, I will listen." He lifts his head, and shifts so he can actually see the other's face. His attention falling to where Sandalphon is kneading the fabric of his pants. Warmly, he places his hand over the other's, and rubs his knuckles with the pad of his thumb. "However, if you decide, at any point, you no longer wish to talk about it, then stop. I will wait as long as you need, Sandalphon."